Post by Faeldor on Aug 25, 2014 19:37:04 GMT -5
Faeldor well knew the way to the tiny home on the first tier, as he followed behind Beregar in the rain. He had walked the path many, many times before. Watching the brawny soldier move before him, he mused that he was lucky to have come out with only a goose egg, minor concussion, and headache after that intercession the night before. He touched the back of his head, feeling where the impact of the stone wall had been, and wincing slightly. The rain surely felt good on him, and the throb had not been too much during this day, though only off and on.
“Not bad, lad, I think that’ll do fine. Wait around side. I’ll bring out a cloth and water soon.”
Faeldor frowned as the man looked at him. He knew he was trying to hide a smirk. The whiskers. Certainly those girls would need some retribution for this. Too many drinks all around! They made his family wild, though, he could certanly do for the relaxation of it right now.
“I'm home...”
It was the last thing he heard. There were voices thereafter, but muffled through the stone walls, and the windows were all shut up with the cold rains of late autumn upon them. Faeldor stood blinking in the mists near the stoop where he had often stood to wait for Gilwen in the past. All those weeks he had met her here! When she was not even living here with her family! Oh, the evasive little woman. That she would stop worrying what Faeldor thought of her, and allow him to protect her. Well, she had certainly allowed it as of recently. Not that she truly had any other option. There was no space for her in her parent's household, what with her cousins, and aunt, and uncle living with her in their small quarters, and Beregar he knew was only working small side jobs. Not enough to provide her the healing nourishment she needed. Also, the supervision. Certainly if she returned to her former life, she would feel compelled to be up and about... to make herself busy, to not be resting as she needed. It was true, she had come leaps and bounds since her recovery began, but even now it was taking much of Meleth's convincing to keep the woman calm and resting. Faeldor's room had never been so cleanly in all his life, with that little woman seeing to as much as she possibly was allowed to do.
Faeldor had moved around the house, to the side window, for a moment thinking fondly on a similar occurrence now two months past, when he had found Gilwen dangling out the window by the laces on her dress! She had been so adamant that Faeldor had destroyed all her dresses. Well, pleased with himself, he thought on how her wardrobe was in no short supply now. Tinuves had seen to it to stitch Gilwen a small number of clothes in the evening, of course, with the woman's protests. Yet! None in the household of Meleth ever stilled themselves from what they desired to do, and sew Grandmother did! Certainly she would have all she needed to get through the winter now, and by the time a summer gown became necessary, Faeldor expected that Gilwen would very well by then have the energy and mentoring needed to begin to stitch her own. Oh yes, he would provide his lady with all the fabrics she needed, and she would likely enjoy the business of stitching. She certainly loved to keep her hands busy. Smooth cottons and linens would be a nice feeling compared to the lye water and scrub brushes she was used to. Yes, she would enjoy to practice some new skills now that she would have the time and energy for it.
“Here, and be quick about it, if it takes me too long to change, Niniel will get curious!”
The window opened and Faeldor was removed from his thoughts suddenly, as he nodded at Beregar. New skills indeed. She certainly worked on her calligraphy last night...” He simply nodded to Beregar, reaching for the cloth, but recalling in his hand the sack, which still held a slightly damp and cowering kitten. He shoved the sack through the window at Beregar. “Perhaps you can distract her with this,” he noted, though, he set to work right away scrubbing at his face, his nose, his cheeks. He had not even seen the reflection of the damages, though he worked the hardest at his nose, knowing he would not be able to remove all the damage in one washing. He scrubbed at his skin until his face was red.
Better red than... whiskered... “I hope it is presentable enough?” Faeldor looked in through the window, as a raindrop followed the grey path along his face from forehead to nose. He knew that there was only so much he might do at one time for such ink stains though, and leaving the kitten with Beregar, he turned around and made his way to the front door, his heart a bit lighter than those times in the past when he had come to ask for Gilwen's hand, though still slightly anxious about her extended family, who he knew would see him as soon as the door were opened. He knocked.
“Not bad, lad, I think that’ll do fine. Wait around side. I’ll bring out a cloth and water soon.”
Faeldor frowned as the man looked at him. He knew he was trying to hide a smirk. The whiskers. Certainly those girls would need some retribution for this. Too many drinks all around! They made his family wild, though, he could certanly do for the relaxation of it right now.
“I'm home...”
It was the last thing he heard. There were voices thereafter, but muffled through the stone walls, and the windows were all shut up with the cold rains of late autumn upon them. Faeldor stood blinking in the mists near the stoop where he had often stood to wait for Gilwen in the past. All those weeks he had met her here! When she was not even living here with her family! Oh, the evasive little woman. That she would stop worrying what Faeldor thought of her, and allow him to protect her. Well, she had certainly allowed it as of recently. Not that she truly had any other option. There was no space for her in her parent's household, what with her cousins, and aunt, and uncle living with her in their small quarters, and Beregar he knew was only working small side jobs. Not enough to provide her the healing nourishment she needed. Also, the supervision. Certainly if she returned to her former life, she would feel compelled to be up and about... to make herself busy, to not be resting as she needed. It was true, she had come leaps and bounds since her recovery began, but even now it was taking much of Meleth's convincing to keep the woman calm and resting. Faeldor's room had never been so cleanly in all his life, with that little woman seeing to as much as she possibly was allowed to do.
Faeldor had moved around the house, to the side window, for a moment thinking fondly on a similar occurrence now two months past, when he had found Gilwen dangling out the window by the laces on her dress! She had been so adamant that Faeldor had destroyed all her dresses. Well, pleased with himself, he thought on how her wardrobe was in no short supply now. Tinuves had seen to it to stitch Gilwen a small number of clothes in the evening, of course, with the woman's protests. Yet! None in the household of Meleth ever stilled themselves from what they desired to do, and sew Grandmother did! Certainly she would have all she needed to get through the winter now, and by the time a summer gown became necessary, Faeldor expected that Gilwen would very well by then have the energy and mentoring needed to begin to stitch her own. Oh yes, he would provide his lady with all the fabrics she needed, and she would likely enjoy the business of stitching. She certainly loved to keep her hands busy. Smooth cottons and linens would be a nice feeling compared to the lye water and scrub brushes she was used to. Yes, she would enjoy to practice some new skills now that she would have the time and energy for it.
“Here, and be quick about it, if it takes me too long to change, Niniel will get curious!”
The window opened and Faeldor was removed from his thoughts suddenly, as he nodded at Beregar. New skills indeed. She certainly worked on her calligraphy last night...” He simply nodded to Beregar, reaching for the cloth, but recalling in his hand the sack, which still held a slightly damp and cowering kitten. He shoved the sack through the window at Beregar. “Perhaps you can distract her with this,” he noted, though, he set to work right away scrubbing at his face, his nose, his cheeks. He had not even seen the reflection of the damages, though he worked the hardest at his nose, knowing he would not be able to remove all the damage in one washing. He scrubbed at his skin until his face was red.
Better red than... whiskered... “I hope it is presentable enough?” Faeldor looked in through the window, as a raindrop followed the grey path along his face from forehead to nose. He knew that there was only so much he might do at one time for such ink stains though, and leaving the kitten with Beregar, he turned around and made his way to the front door, his heart a bit lighter than those times in the past when he had come to ask for Gilwen's hand, though still slightly anxious about her extended family, who he knew would see him as soon as the door were opened. He knocked.