Logs:Confrontations
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| RL Date: 31 October, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Cron, Gretvyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Edyis celebrates her 19th turnday |
| Where: Esvay Hold, Nabol |
| When: Day 22, Month 2, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: As usual, feel free to add anything I may have missed or forgotten. , backdated |
| It was a surreal feeling celebrating her turnday at Esvay, only her father's empty chair at the end of the table served to remind her of all that had changed in the last two turns. Greta and Gerta were both visiting from the hall along with Gretvyn's brother Balien. He had come to stay for a few days before taking Giorgee back with him to the Seacraft Hall where the boy would eventually take the apprenticeship test under his uncle's sponsorship. Her stepmother had seemed less energetic than usual, with a persistent cough that cut the visit shorter than Edyis would have liked. Still the young woman was almost glowing as she made her way through the front door of the hold, her turnday presents still held reverently in her arms. A patchwork quilt her sisters had worked on together and something else, which Edyis still, could not believe she was taking with her... Her father's old chessboard brought back memories, watching for endless hours as he taught each of her brothers how to play, never giving in to their whining and protests about it. She remembered how jealous she was of those lessons, and how, despite all her begging and pleading Cronall never would teach her. "You have no right to be here, and no right to take that!" Cron's words far more slurred and indignant than they should be for a man who was supposed to be away discussing the spring planting. Cron had returned early, apparently. Already moving toward his sister, he started to reach for the board. Edyis was a step quicker, and far soberer. Passing the items deftly off to her companion, and putting herself directly between her brother and her rider. "That's funny, coming from you." "I gave it to her," Gretvyn calls from the doorway, leaning on the frame as she peers out. "It's her turnday, and you never use it, just sits gathering dust. You always hated looking at it, so what's the harm." "Esvay and its contents are Mine." Cron answers, "I'd rather use it for kindling than see it in the hands of this irresponsible little wh-" He did not get to finish the word, much less a sentence. No one was more surprised than Edyis herself that she'd thrown a punch, aimed squarely for his solar plexus, effectively knocking the breath out of him. "You are going to listen to me for once Cron." Her voice was eerily soft for all the edge in her words. "I am not a violent person, but if you ever dare wager Esvay's future profits in a gambling den again, you will wish I was." She pauses, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Do not ever try to call me that again either." It's like watching rusted gears try to move, first the shock that she had actually hit him. Then the shock that It may have actually been painful, followed by the realization that she had somehow found out. "Bullshit, you can't prove any of that." "Is it? Your friends did not seem to think so. Funny thing about bookies is they keep amazing records. Edyis walks, toward the dragon taking slow calming breaths. She needed a plan, needed some course to take. She was bluffing with a bad hand, hopefully; he didn't force it. "You get one last chance Cron, because you are my brother. Don't screw it up." She was gone before he had even recovered, turning angrily to find Gretvyn watching silently from the door. Pride injured he pushed past her with a swearword, slamming the door to the study. Gretvyn studied the letters one last time, still replaying the events of the day before in her mind, both proud and somehow deeply bothered by the argument. "I trust you will get these to where they need to go." She tells the bluerider. He studies one of the envelopes quizzically, lifting an eyebrow at the older woman. She doesn't see fit to give him any further response, turning to enter the hall. She needed to have a chat with her step-son. |
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Alida (03:38, 29 October 2014 (EDT)) said...
THAT'S my gal! *cookies Ed* :D
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