Post by Durion on Sept 4, 2009 20:51:31 GMT -5
This was the end of the travel from the tavern. It was immeasurable, the amount of times that Durion had walked that pathway the worked its way up from the tavern of the third tier to his own front door. This time, though, it was different. He had company; and not in the way of the few women he brought back to his own home. No, this company was male, and not for such pleasant things as a lady was for.
It had been a silent climb to the sixth tier, his own velvet-laced tongue staying quite still. Whatever this man was, this Korvaun, he was as dark in spirit as Durion’s own. And what power! His brown eyes were shadowed with wonder and awe, but also a hint of fear. He had originally sought this man out thinking that he would be a nice companion to his own games, for their hearts were similar. But how the tables had reversed! Instead of finding a new pawn, Durion seemed to have become one. Trapped in someone else’s board.
He turned to smile at Korvaun, though, as he opened the door. He did not want to insult the Dark Lord Sauron—and this man was one of his own. A wizard, perhaps? He had seen his parlor tricks at the bar. Still, in his heart, Durion knew that was not the extent of the power this being possessed. He shuddered to think of its potential; such harm it could do!
“Here we are, Master Korvaun.” He opened the door, and allowed him entry first before following behind. “Do please make yourself as comfortable as you wish. I know there is business to attend to, and we shall find the appropriate place.”
A maid passed by, stopping momentarily to curtsy to both gentlemen before heading up the stairs. She was a lovely young woman, light brown eyes and light brown hair—Glanien was her name, the lady that served his sister Anira. That meant that his sister was indeed here, though for the most part the siblings avoided one another.
Anira was one of the few women that knew his true character and loathed him for it. He motioned for the man to follow him, and he began to work his way down the hallway. “My mother and father will be out for the evening visiting,” he said nonchalantly as he stepped down the hall. “I daresay that the study will make a fine place for us to speak.”
“Durion.”
That halted the man, and he turned and sighed gruffly. “What do you need, Anira?”
His sister, a lovely and graceful figure with large brown eyes and brown curls stood at the end of the hall, leaning over the banister of the staircase that led to the second story. “Your tunic has been finished. The one for the ball.” Her voice was reserved, and slightly cold, as were her warm eyes.
“Very well. Is that it?” He said, trying to rush his sister from the immediate area.
“Yes, brother. That is it.” She lingered a moment more, eyeing the newcomer critically. It seemed that her brother’s company sparked with her the same feeling of dread that Durion did himself. In fact, her stomach knotted a bit in unease before she nodded a short greeting and climbed back up the stairs.
“I do apologize,” Durion said as he turned back to Korvaun. “My sister is a bit intruding.” And with that, he finished showing him to the study; a grand room furnished with the finest and darkest of woods, with a wall filled with texts, books and charts. “Please, take a seat.”
And then, the cavalier shut the door behind them.
It had been a silent climb to the sixth tier, his own velvet-laced tongue staying quite still. Whatever this man was, this Korvaun, he was as dark in spirit as Durion’s own. And what power! His brown eyes were shadowed with wonder and awe, but also a hint of fear. He had originally sought this man out thinking that he would be a nice companion to his own games, for their hearts were similar. But how the tables had reversed! Instead of finding a new pawn, Durion seemed to have become one. Trapped in someone else’s board.
He turned to smile at Korvaun, though, as he opened the door. He did not want to insult the Dark Lord Sauron—and this man was one of his own. A wizard, perhaps? He had seen his parlor tricks at the bar. Still, in his heart, Durion knew that was not the extent of the power this being possessed. He shuddered to think of its potential; such harm it could do!
“Here we are, Master Korvaun.” He opened the door, and allowed him entry first before following behind. “Do please make yourself as comfortable as you wish. I know there is business to attend to, and we shall find the appropriate place.”
A maid passed by, stopping momentarily to curtsy to both gentlemen before heading up the stairs. She was a lovely young woman, light brown eyes and light brown hair—Glanien was her name, the lady that served his sister Anira. That meant that his sister was indeed here, though for the most part the siblings avoided one another.
Anira was one of the few women that knew his true character and loathed him for it. He motioned for the man to follow him, and he began to work his way down the hallway. “My mother and father will be out for the evening visiting,” he said nonchalantly as he stepped down the hall. “I daresay that the study will make a fine place for us to speak.”
“Durion.”
That halted the man, and he turned and sighed gruffly. “What do you need, Anira?”
His sister, a lovely and graceful figure with large brown eyes and brown curls stood at the end of the hall, leaning over the banister of the staircase that led to the second story. “Your tunic has been finished. The one for the ball.” Her voice was reserved, and slightly cold, as were her warm eyes.
“Very well. Is that it?” He said, trying to rush his sister from the immediate area.
“Yes, brother. That is it.” She lingered a moment more, eyeing the newcomer critically. It seemed that her brother’s company sparked with her the same feeling of dread that Durion did himself. In fact, her stomach knotted a bit in unease before she nodded a short greeting and climbed back up the stairs.
“I do apologize,” Durion said as he turned back to Korvaun. “My sister is a bit intruding.” And with that, he finished showing him to the study; a grand room furnished with the finest and darkest of woods, with a wall filled with texts, books and charts. “Please, take a seat.”
And then, the cavalier shut the door behind them.
