Post by Faeldor on Jan 25, 2010 23:47:41 GMT -5
Gilwen’s eyes were upon him, and his own only sparkled more at his telling of the story. However, he barely touched on the events of that day, other than to say that he and Gilwen had been invited to quite a fine dinner party. The tale was told in great splendor and exaggeration.
“We did leave out of politeness,” he told Diore eventually, who was riding on his every word. “I was certain that the Lady would ask us to eat supper with her, and I do not know about Gilwen, but I was not content with the idea of eating worms and flies.” He wrinkled his face.
“Ew!” Haliel squirmed about and made a face of disgust; Faelon laughed, pretending that his little finger was a worm, and wriggling it in her face.
“Oh, but I have heard they are quite a delicacy,” Narbelth said, playing along in amusement. “I say, what a good idea. Shall we dig some from the gardens tonight for supper?” she asked, leaning forward on her chair to smirk at the children.
“I will!” Faelon announced, jumping from his seat on the floor.
“I will help!” Diore chimed, grinning. Haliel only pouted; “Oh no you shall not!”
With that, the little boy and the blonde headed girl took off in a run toward the garden doors. “Oh Eru,” Narbeleth smirked; “I should fetch them before they pull up Mama’s flowerbeds.” The young woman jumped up quickly and smoothed her skirt, before lighting after them.
Meleth, hearing the commotion found herself drawn back to her living room, with tea, and a tray of food, containing a few peeled fruits, as well as two bowls of soup, rolls, and the utensils go with them. “Oh, Mother, we might eat in the dining room,” Faeldor said, beginning to stand, but his mother ushered him back down into his place.
“Nonsense. You will be fine just here.” Her voice told him best, and Faeldor sunk back into the couch. He was unaccustomed to being allowed to eat meals in the sitting room, though he was still very tired. With so many children about, it was always wont to be a catastrophe should it be attempted, and all meals in the household of Faelon were kept within the dining room, or upon the counter in the kitchen. In the same motion, Meleth sat the tray upon the table at the side of the sofa, and moved to gather up Eoric from Gilwen’s arms. “Thank you for watching him,” she said pleasantly. Though, she eyed Gilwen for a moment as she leaned over her in gathering the little boy. The young woman had been quite ill seeming herself, though now her color had returned and she seemed much better.
Meleth looked a bit piteously between the man and woman for a moment, and then turned to Marileth. “Will you come then and help me finish the baking. I do not know where your sister has gone off to,” she motioned, a bit exasperated. Narbeleth was never one to stay in a single place for long, and had seemingly been distracted from her cooking.
“Yes mother,” Marileth said immediately, standing up, and nodding farewell to Faeldor, giving Gilwen an anxious smile. The young girl had after all been witness to the afternoon’s events in the household, and had heard both sides of the story from both her brothers, and Gilwen’s own lips. It was something that could distress any young girl. Though, she obediently followed her mother. Meleth was certain to have comforting words with her over the matter.
It seemed as quickly as the display of children and voices had come, the two were now left alone once more. Faeldor did not make a motion from his place on the sofa for the first few minutes, though eventually he turned to look at Gilwen, tilting her face upwards to look at him, and offering a gentle smile. “I’m just about starved,” he finally said. The stablemaster pressed a kiss to Gilwen’s forehead, and then reached for the bowls of soup, handing one to his lady, and keeping the second for himself. He could hardly wait before he began to eat; the morning without breakfast, the stress of the day, and the late hour that had come into the afternoon left him famished.
“We did leave out of politeness,” he told Diore eventually, who was riding on his every word. “I was certain that the Lady would ask us to eat supper with her, and I do not know about Gilwen, but I was not content with the idea of eating worms and flies.” He wrinkled his face.
“Ew!” Haliel squirmed about and made a face of disgust; Faelon laughed, pretending that his little finger was a worm, and wriggling it in her face.
“Oh, but I have heard they are quite a delicacy,” Narbelth said, playing along in amusement. “I say, what a good idea. Shall we dig some from the gardens tonight for supper?” she asked, leaning forward on her chair to smirk at the children.
“I will!” Faelon announced, jumping from his seat on the floor.
“I will help!” Diore chimed, grinning. Haliel only pouted; “Oh no you shall not!”
With that, the little boy and the blonde headed girl took off in a run toward the garden doors. “Oh Eru,” Narbeleth smirked; “I should fetch them before they pull up Mama’s flowerbeds.” The young woman jumped up quickly and smoothed her skirt, before lighting after them.
Meleth, hearing the commotion found herself drawn back to her living room, with tea, and a tray of food, containing a few peeled fruits, as well as two bowls of soup, rolls, and the utensils go with them. “Oh, Mother, we might eat in the dining room,” Faeldor said, beginning to stand, but his mother ushered him back down into his place.
“Nonsense. You will be fine just here.” Her voice told him best, and Faeldor sunk back into the couch. He was unaccustomed to being allowed to eat meals in the sitting room, though he was still very tired. With so many children about, it was always wont to be a catastrophe should it be attempted, and all meals in the household of Faelon were kept within the dining room, or upon the counter in the kitchen. In the same motion, Meleth sat the tray upon the table at the side of the sofa, and moved to gather up Eoric from Gilwen’s arms. “Thank you for watching him,” she said pleasantly. Though, she eyed Gilwen for a moment as she leaned over her in gathering the little boy. The young woman had been quite ill seeming herself, though now her color had returned and she seemed much better.
Meleth looked a bit piteously between the man and woman for a moment, and then turned to Marileth. “Will you come then and help me finish the baking. I do not know where your sister has gone off to,” she motioned, a bit exasperated. Narbeleth was never one to stay in a single place for long, and had seemingly been distracted from her cooking.
“Yes mother,” Marileth said immediately, standing up, and nodding farewell to Faeldor, giving Gilwen an anxious smile. The young girl had after all been witness to the afternoon’s events in the household, and had heard both sides of the story from both her brothers, and Gilwen’s own lips. It was something that could distress any young girl. Though, she obediently followed her mother. Meleth was certain to have comforting words with her over the matter.
It seemed as quickly as the display of children and voices had come, the two were now left alone once more. Faeldor did not make a motion from his place on the sofa for the first few minutes, though eventually he turned to look at Gilwen, tilting her face upwards to look at him, and offering a gentle smile. “I’m just about starved,” he finally said. The stablemaster pressed a kiss to Gilwen’s forehead, and then reached for the bowls of soup, handing one to his lady, and keeping the second for himself. He could hardly wait before he began to eat; the morning without breakfast, the stress of the day, and the late hour that had come into the afternoon left him famished.