Elendor
Beorning Mutiny
The Beornings grow very restless waiting for the dwarves and elves to convene.
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Location: Edge of Mirkwood
Description: It's an overcast night, but not too cool. The camp is still settled on the edge of the river, against the borders of the elven lands. Cecilia is sitting down by the edge of the river, slowly tossing small pebbles out into the water with a bored frown on her face. The healer has been getting more and more stir-crazy by the day.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"I thought you were out gathering herbs up the river," a deep voice booms through the night, perhaps unintentionally loud and coming up behind the healer. Who else but Mobeorn would so bumble about...and so it is. The shapeshifter, in human form, stands and yawns, looking at the girl.
Cecilia starts at the sudden, unexpectedly loud voice. She twists her head around to glance back at him, but doesn't get up. "I did.. but I couldn't find what I needed. I need to go deeper into the woods." She flicks another pebble into the water. "How much longer are we to stay here? What are the dwarves waiting for?"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Who knows what fills their little minds?" Mobeorn shrugs. "I have a hard enough time not stepping on them, much less trying to figure out what they are thinking or planning. Though I did hear some of them grumble. And it is safer to travel in packs. I say we try to prod them to get them to move on ahead."
"If you want, we can try to find some herbs up river. I don't see the harm in it."
"I don't want to talk to them.." Cecilia murmurs, but climbs to her feet at his suggestion to go searching. She tosses the handful of stones to the ground and dusts her hands off. Then the beijibar is given a warm smile. "Unless you're afraid of offending some elves." She says with a grin, in response to his comment about harm in going up the river.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Afraid of elves?!" Mobeorn snorts loudly. "I am not afraid of orcs. Why would I be afraid of elves?" With that he stomps off to the west.
Cecilia grins more widely, then rushes to catch up to the tall man's longer strides. "I haven't even -seen- the elves. The dwarves are just wasting their time, I think. If the elves wanted to talk or trade, wouldn't they have done so by now? This entire trip has been a waste."
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Aye, it's a waste, but...wasn't there some trade accomplished in Dale?" the big man asks. "I didn't pay attention to such things, but surely the markets there were a fine place to sell our wares?"
"As far as I'm concerned, though, we should find the Old Forest Road and head home."
"I agree. I want to see my family.. other than Vernon. Maybe if we start packing everything up, they'll get the idea. If they want to talk to elves so badly, they could go to Rivendell. The elves there are nicer anyway." Cecilia has never been afraid to make opinions about things. She looks over at Mobeorn, "Besides, you should be back in the village too. You're not getting any younger, you know."
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Not getting...!" Mobeorn laughs. "Nor are you." He shakes his head. "Fine. Then pick your herbs and pack up. We can tell the dwarves tonight, and either they come with us or no."
Cecilia crunches her face up, scowling at the man. "You're older than me! And I'll find someone.. Or my father will." There's a touch of sadness to her voice, but she pushes it away. "You haven't even been looking. You need a wife, Mobeorn. Someone to keep you from skulking in the woods all the time. You're more bear than man."
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"And what's wrong with that?" Mobeorn retorts, sounding insulted. "I like being a bear..it suits me well. And it protects you, as well. Who says I need a woman?"
"-Every- man needs a woman. They just don't know it." Cecilia responds, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "And the men that think they don't need one the most! You're not a bear, you're a man. You should hear what my mother says.." The healer pauses, moving over to the base of a tree to squat down and examine the leaves of a plant.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Your mother?!!" Mobeorn groans, scuffing at the ground with a big booted foot. "What does your mother say, lass? I can only imagine..." Even in the dark, it might be seen he is rolling his eyes. "A woman...of all things....I do nothing but fight orcs and patrol, and most of the time not like this..." He indicates his human form with a sweep of his hand. "What kind of woman would put up with that? Away for days on end with no way to know if I'd return or not?!"
[Idona(#14226)] At that moment, another figure walks along the river and meets them. Previously captivated by the river, the woman glances at the two humans in front of her, "Good evening," she says with a nod of her curly red hair. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she glances at Mobeorn, seemingly having caught the tail end of their conversation.
Cecilia thumbs the leaf, studying it for a long moment before rising again and leaving the plant alone. "She says that you wouldn't be so keen to run off into the woods all the time if you had a good woman at home." The healer says with an innocent, charming smile for the beijibar. "And a wife wouldn't be lonely if she had babies to take care of. My brothers wives never complain." When the other woman joins them, Ceci gives her a cheerful smile. "Hello Indona!"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Again Mobeorn groans at this, only louder this time, putting his hands up to his ears. "Women!! All they think about is finding a man and then having babies after they find a man!!"
"Idona!" he says with relief as the fletcher finds them. "You don't think about that all the time, do you?"
[Idona(#14226)] Idona chuckles as she picks a leaf off the ground and absentmindedly tears it to shreds. "Well, if you really want to know, I would have to say that whether or not a woman would like to admit it, finding a man is always on ones' brain, at one time or another." Grinning, she winks at Cecilia and looks back to Mobeorn.
Cecilia's grin widens as she catches the wink from Idona, and the healer looks back to Mobeorn. "See? You really should listen to us. We know what's best for you." She reaches out to pat the man on the arm. "The sooner you accept it, the happier you'll be."
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Never!" Mobeorn growls, though not angry--more like a bear growling at unruly cubs. The man actually shudders. "I won't have a woman nagging at me, telling me to stay out of the woods or constantly worrying about my safety. Or worse!! Making me visit the in-laws and have to sit for hours on end in a stuffy house and listen to her mother!!"
"Even if it means I never have cubs!"
[Idona(#14226)] Idona watches, struggling to hide her smile. Taking a step closer, her expression becomes as serious as she can pull off, "Is a woman who loves you more than life itself, worrying about your safety, really as terrible as you make it out to be?" Flicking her eyes to Ceceilia, she struggles to remain serious as she follows suit and pats Mobeorn's arm gently and looks into his eyes, "I mean, really surely the love of a woman would make up for all of the terrible things that come along, don't you think?"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Ack!!!"
Mobeorn pulls back abruptly from the two women, quite alarmed. "Now....now cut that out!! The two of you!! You'll have me married to...I don't even want to think about to who....but if it gets out that I'm even considering marriage, all the women in teh village will be pestering me. Away!! Away!!! Shoo!!!"
[Idona(#14226)] Idona grins, stepping backward. "I'm sorry, Mobeorn. I'll stop as long as Cecilia will," the fletcher said, sending another wink the woman's way. Turning back to the flustered man in front of her, she cleared her throat, "Besides, you will eventually want a wife and when you do, just let us know. We'll spread the word and get you all the women fawning over you that you could ever possibly want." The woman said slowly, a grin spreading accross her face.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Well...who would you have in mind, precisely?" Mobeorn asks, testing a toe in these waters now that Idona has backed off. "I mean..." His brow furrows. "Grimbeorn has no wife, after all."
[Idona(#14226)] Idona nods slowly, thinking. "It's true, he does not. But there are many single, eligible women for you to choose from." The fletcher motioned to Cecilia and herself with a grin, "Let's see... there's also Leila, and Mabel... there's many. You are not entirely unattractive, either, so if you ever were looking, I can't imagine that it would be that difficult for you."
"It's good that you're coming around, Mobeorn. I'll let me mother know. She gossips with all the women in town and will find out who the best options are for you." Cecilia adds in with a bright smile. At the comment of his attractiveness the girl giggles, "He'd look better with a haircut and a beard trimming. Why don't you let us help you clean up a bit, before we get back to the village?"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Your mother?!" Mobeorn roars. "By the Great Bear, no!! She...she gossips!!" The shapeshifter stumbles backwards again, aghast at even the thought.
"And no!! You may not touch my hair and beard!! Besides, it hides my scar!"
[Idona(#14226)] Idona again hides her smirk as she observes, "Hmm... perhaps your mother might not be the best, afterall..." the fletcher commented to Cecilia, "at least not until he's completely desperate." Turning to Mobeorn, she soothes her voice, "Don't you worry, we won't do anything you wouldn't want. As for your scar," The redhead smiles warmly, "they add character."
"I didn't know that you have a scar." Cecilia says, looking at him curiously. "I think you should show that, if it isn't too ugly. I might be able to clean it up if it is.." The healer grins. "Women like scars." She says in agreement, nodding with Idona.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"You think?" Mobeorn pauses, putting a hand thoughtfully to his face where a scar runs up one cheek. "I suppose I could have the Bear Clan tatoo it somehow..."
"But...no..no...must not listen to you...you ...women!!" He snorts and then right there in front of them the air shimmies and shifts and he is man no more but a big brown bear. His eyes gleam, he snorts a laugh...and then the bear crashes off into the woods with a roared laugh.
[Idona(#14226)] Idona watches as Mobeorn shifts and disappears off into the distance. Turning to Ceceilia, the woman smiles, and glances off into the direction in which the man disappeared, "He'll come around one day... baby steps, m'dear, baby steps..." the fletcher said, smiling.
"Oooh, a tattoo! Yes! That would be very good." Cecilia exclaims in complete agreement, but then the man is growing upset again and abruptly changes shape into a bear. She stares for a moment, grey eyes wide as he bounds off into the forest. Then the healer looks over at Idona and begins giggling. "He always acts like that when I bring up the subject."
[Idona(#14226)] Idona glances back at the healer, rubs her rough hands together, and smiles, "Oh, really? It is a touchy subject with some men, I've seen. Though, I'm not sure that I've ever spoken with him about this subject." She chuckles and brushes a stray hair behind her ear, "It can be a tricky subject...."
"He always runs away. The big strong men always pretend to be so brave, until you start talking about their personal lives." Cecilia is grinning in a mischievous fashion, looking off to where the bear escaped. "He'll come back later and pretend the conversation never happened, I bet." The healer looks back to the other woman. "How are you Idona? I was telling Mobeorn how sick I am of sitting here waiting for the smelly dwarves to make up their minds."
[Idona(#14226)] Idona nods, smiling, "Yes, it's true... the strong, brave ones are always the ones who run! And you're right... this never happened." She pauses, thoughtful, "I'm doing fine, I suppose. I am getting a little anxious to leave, though I hope that we're not here much longer. As nice as this place is, it gets old!" Idona says jokingly.
"I want to go home. I miss my family. My niece and nephews won't even remember me, we've been gone so long. My father is probably worried." Cecilia pinches her brows together, frowning, "And Vernon, he's so grouchy. He needs to see his wife again, he's growing insufferable." The healer often argues with her older brother these days, and usually the two get along quite well. She moves down closer to the water's edge.
[Idona(#14226)] Idona nods, watching Cecilia as she moves towards the river, "I believe that we are all ready to leave, for sure. I know I do." The woman also walks closer to the river, watching the cool water flow past her feet. "I miss everyone back home as well... perhaps we will leave sooner than we think. At least, that's what I hope."
"I told Mobeorn we should just start packing up and the dwarves can do whatever they want. He said we could probably do that tomorrow. He wants to stay with them, because it's safer, but, the dwarves could camp here for another few months and probably not think a thing about it. And what if they start fighting with the elves? Then where would we be?" Cecilia's opinion of dwarves is rather low. "And the elves.. I haven't even -seen- them, but I heard about how they insulted the dwarves back in Dale. They sang some song about how greedy they are. We're wasting our time here."
[Idona(#14226)] Idona nods, continuing to watch the river, "I don't think that I'd heard all of that... I hope that we do leave. I think that we can fend for ourselves, we can handle it. I've been through a handful of battles. I hope you're right..." She smiles, "Oh yes, the elves... I've met a few in my day, very interesting creatures. You're right, though, I don't want to get between them and the dwarves."
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"We leave tomorrow at first light," comes a male voice, not Mobeorn's. Cecilia will recognize it--it is the tall Vernon, approaching now with long strides. "The Spider take the dwarves! We leave with or without them!"
Cecilia nods in agreement. "The elves aren't so bad. There's one, Galharth, he's very nice and handsome too. But he is in love with some elven woman." The healer sighs wistfully at the memory, a faint blush touching her cheeks. Her brother's approach startles her out of her reverie and she twists sharply to look at him. "Great! I'll make sure all my supplies are in order, then. I'm sick of the dwarves anyway. I hope they stay."
[Idona(#14226)] Idona smiles, looks to the newcomer. "You're right, Cecilia, the elves aren't so bad... some are quite handsome. But none as gruff as our own men, of course," the feltcher said, motioning towards Vernon. She turns towards the man, not quite familar, "I sure hope that that is the truth your'e telling I would love to get out of here as soon as possible and be on our way home!"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Fletcher," Vernon solemnly nods to the woman. "Do you not recognize me, then? Perhaps I spend too much time on the High Pass or in the Bear Clan halls. And.." he pats the maul hammer he is wearing at his side, "bow and arrow is not my weapon. But I am Bear Clan and I say that we leave in the morning. Do any of you oppose this? Will any stand against me on it? Whether or no the elves are good."
Cecilia gives Vernon a queer look, a brow lifting at his attitude. "We both just said that we're ready to leave. Mobeorn is as well. We can move faster without the dwarves anyhow. If they want to sit around waiting for the elves, that's their problem." The healer looks over to Idona and whispers to the woman, "See what I said about Vernon needing to be home to his wife?"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Ceci!" Vernon now answers angrily. "Women are not to speak of such things! Well, young, unmarried women, healer or no!"
"Of course I want to be with my wife and infant son! Now...go pack! And don't get lost in the forest!"
The second man of the day flustered by women's talk.
[Idona(#14226)] Idona can't help but laugh, but manages to stifle most of it. "Oh, I see now..." the fletcher whispers to the woman, "That makes complete sense now, I believe you!" The redhead then turns and adressess the man standing before her, "Yes, I think I know you, but not well. And I agree with Cecilia we are both ready to be home. We do not need the dwarves, we have many strong warriors of our own kind.." The woman kept her smile to herself, "You're right. We should go pack, come along, Cecilia let us gossip of men by ourselves." Smiling, she grins sheepishly at Vernon and heads away off towards camp.
Cecilia jumps when the man snaps at her, looking rather surprised that she so quickly got under his skin. "Oh, what would you know? You never spend more than five minutes at a time in the infirmary!" The girl argues, scowling at her brother. "We talk about all sorts of -scandolous- things." Okay, perhaps she's only trying to piss him off more, now. Idona's suggestion is met with a bright smile though, and the healer quickly hurries to scurry off with the other woman before Vernon can really blow his top.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Women..." Vernon mutters, heading back off the way he came without even thinking about it. He continues muttering to himself as he goes on down the path.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"I thought you were out gathering herbs up the river," a deep voice booms through the night, perhaps unintentionally loud and coming up behind the healer. Who else but Mobeorn would so bumble about...and so it is. The shapeshifter, in human form, stands and yawns, looking at the girl.
Cecilia starts at the sudden, unexpectedly loud voice. She twists her head around to glance back at him, but doesn't get up. "I did.. but I couldn't find what I needed. I need to go deeper into the woods." She flicks another pebble into the water. "How much longer are we to stay here? What are the dwarves waiting for?"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Who knows what fills their little minds?" Mobeorn shrugs. "I have a hard enough time not stepping on them, much less trying to figure out what they are thinking or planning. Though I did hear some of them grumble. And it is safer to travel in packs. I say we try to prod them to get them to move on ahead."
"If you want, we can try to find some herbs up river. I don't see the harm in it."
"I don't want to talk to them.." Cecilia murmurs, but climbs to her feet at his suggestion to go searching. She tosses the handful of stones to the ground and dusts her hands off. Then the beijibar is given a warm smile. "Unless you're afraid of offending some elves." She says with a grin, in response to his comment about harm in going up the river.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Afraid of elves?!" Mobeorn snorts loudly. "I am not afraid of orcs. Why would I be afraid of elves?" With that he stomps off to the west.
Cecilia grins more widely, then rushes to catch up to the tall man's longer strides. "I haven't even -seen- the elves. The dwarves are just wasting their time, I think. If the elves wanted to talk or trade, wouldn't they have done so by now? This entire trip has been a waste."
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Aye, it's a waste, but...wasn't there some trade accomplished in Dale?" the big man asks. "I didn't pay attention to such things, but surely the markets there were a fine place to sell our wares?"
"As far as I'm concerned, though, we should find the Old Forest Road and head home."
"I agree. I want to see my family.. other than Vernon. Maybe if we start packing everything up, they'll get the idea. If they want to talk to elves so badly, they could go to Rivendell. The elves there are nicer anyway." Cecilia has never been afraid to make opinions about things. She looks over at Mobeorn, "Besides, you should be back in the village too. You're not getting any younger, you know."
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Not getting...!" Mobeorn laughs. "Nor are you." He shakes his head. "Fine. Then pick your herbs and pack up. We can tell the dwarves tonight, and either they come with us or no."
Cecilia crunches her face up, scowling at the man. "You're older than me! And I'll find someone.. Or my father will." There's a touch of sadness to her voice, but she pushes it away. "You haven't even been looking. You need a wife, Mobeorn. Someone to keep you from skulking in the woods all the time. You're more bear than man."
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"And what's wrong with that?" Mobeorn retorts, sounding insulted. "I like being a bear..it suits me well. And it protects you, as well. Who says I need a woman?"
"-Every- man needs a woman. They just don't know it." Cecilia responds, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "And the men that think they don't need one the most! You're not a bear, you're a man. You should hear what my mother says.." The healer pauses, moving over to the base of a tree to squat down and examine the leaves of a plant.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Your mother?!!" Mobeorn groans, scuffing at the ground with a big booted foot. "What does your mother say, lass? I can only imagine..." Even in the dark, it might be seen he is rolling his eyes. "A woman...of all things....I do nothing but fight orcs and patrol, and most of the time not like this..." He indicates his human form with a sweep of his hand. "What kind of woman would put up with that? Away for days on end with no way to know if I'd return or not?!"
[Idona(#14226)] At that moment, another figure walks along the river and meets them. Previously captivated by the river, the woman glances at the two humans in front of her, "Good evening," she says with a nod of her curly red hair. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she glances at Mobeorn, seemingly having caught the tail end of their conversation.
Cecilia thumbs the leaf, studying it for a long moment before rising again and leaving the plant alone. "She says that you wouldn't be so keen to run off into the woods all the time if you had a good woman at home." The healer says with an innocent, charming smile for the beijibar. "And a wife wouldn't be lonely if she had babies to take care of. My brothers wives never complain." When the other woman joins them, Ceci gives her a cheerful smile. "Hello Indona!"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Again Mobeorn groans at this, only louder this time, putting his hands up to his ears. "Women!! All they think about is finding a man and then having babies after they find a man!!"
"Idona!" he says with relief as the fletcher finds them. "You don't think about that all the time, do you?"
[Idona(#14226)] Idona chuckles as she picks a leaf off the ground and absentmindedly tears it to shreds. "Well, if you really want to know, I would have to say that whether or not a woman would like to admit it, finding a man is always on ones' brain, at one time or another." Grinning, she winks at Cecilia and looks back to Mobeorn.
Cecilia's grin widens as she catches the wink from Idona, and the healer looks back to Mobeorn. "See? You really should listen to us. We know what's best for you." She reaches out to pat the man on the arm. "The sooner you accept it, the happier you'll be."
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Never!" Mobeorn growls, though not angry--more like a bear growling at unruly cubs. The man actually shudders. "I won't have a woman nagging at me, telling me to stay out of the woods or constantly worrying about my safety. Or worse!! Making me visit the in-laws and have to sit for hours on end in a stuffy house and listen to her mother!!"
"Even if it means I never have cubs!"
[Idona(#14226)] Idona watches, struggling to hide her smile. Taking a step closer, her expression becomes as serious as she can pull off, "Is a woman who loves you more than life itself, worrying about your safety, really as terrible as you make it out to be?" Flicking her eyes to Ceceilia, she struggles to remain serious as she follows suit and pats Mobeorn's arm gently and looks into his eyes, "I mean, really surely the love of a woman would make up for all of the terrible things that come along, don't you think?"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Ack!!!"
Mobeorn pulls back abruptly from the two women, quite alarmed. "Now....now cut that out!! The two of you!! You'll have me married to...I don't even want to think about to who....but if it gets out that I'm even considering marriage, all the women in teh village will be pestering me. Away!! Away!!! Shoo!!!"
[Idona(#14226)] Idona grins, stepping backward. "I'm sorry, Mobeorn. I'll stop as long as Cecilia will," the fletcher said, sending another wink the woman's way. Turning back to the flustered man in front of her, she cleared her throat, "Besides, you will eventually want a wife and when you do, just let us know. We'll spread the word and get you all the women fawning over you that you could ever possibly want." The woman said slowly, a grin spreading accross her face.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Well...who would you have in mind, precisely?" Mobeorn asks, testing a toe in these waters now that Idona has backed off. "I mean..." His brow furrows. "Grimbeorn has no wife, after all."
[Idona(#14226)] Idona nods slowly, thinking. "It's true, he does not. But there are many single, eligible women for you to choose from." The fletcher motioned to Cecilia and herself with a grin, "Let's see... there's also Leila, and Mabel... there's many. You are not entirely unattractive, either, so if you ever were looking, I can't imagine that it would be that difficult for you."
"It's good that you're coming around, Mobeorn. I'll let me mother know. She gossips with all the women in town and will find out who the best options are for you." Cecilia adds in with a bright smile. At the comment of his attractiveness the girl giggles, "He'd look better with a haircut and a beard trimming. Why don't you let us help you clean up a bit, before we get back to the village?"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Your mother?!" Mobeorn roars. "By the Great Bear, no!! She...she gossips!!" The shapeshifter stumbles backwards again, aghast at even the thought.
"And no!! You may not touch my hair and beard!! Besides, it hides my scar!"
[Idona(#14226)] Idona again hides her smirk as she observes, "Hmm... perhaps your mother might not be the best, afterall..." the fletcher commented to Cecilia, "at least not until he's completely desperate." Turning to Mobeorn, she soothes her voice, "Don't you worry, we won't do anything you wouldn't want. As for your scar," The redhead smiles warmly, "they add character."
"I didn't know that you have a scar." Cecilia says, looking at him curiously. "I think you should show that, if it isn't too ugly. I might be able to clean it up if it is.." The healer grins. "Women like scars." She says in agreement, nodding with Idona.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"You think?" Mobeorn pauses, putting a hand thoughtfully to his face where a scar runs up one cheek. "I suppose I could have the Bear Clan tatoo it somehow..."
"But...no..no...must not listen to you...you ...women!!" He snorts and then right there in front of them the air shimmies and shifts and he is man no more but a big brown bear. His eyes gleam, he snorts a laugh...and then the bear crashes off into the woods with a roared laugh.
[Idona(#14226)] Idona watches as Mobeorn shifts and disappears off into the distance. Turning to Ceceilia, the woman smiles, and glances off into the direction in which the man disappeared, "He'll come around one day... baby steps, m'dear, baby steps..." the fletcher said, smiling.
"Oooh, a tattoo! Yes! That would be very good." Cecilia exclaims in complete agreement, but then the man is growing upset again and abruptly changes shape into a bear. She stares for a moment, grey eyes wide as he bounds off into the forest. Then the healer looks over at Idona and begins giggling. "He always acts like that when I bring up the subject."
[Idona(#14226)] Idona glances back at the healer, rubs her rough hands together, and smiles, "Oh, really? It is a touchy subject with some men, I've seen. Though, I'm not sure that I've ever spoken with him about this subject." She chuckles and brushes a stray hair behind her ear, "It can be a tricky subject...."
"He always runs away. The big strong men always pretend to be so brave, until you start talking about their personal lives." Cecilia is grinning in a mischievous fashion, looking off to where the bear escaped. "He'll come back later and pretend the conversation never happened, I bet." The healer looks back to the other woman. "How are you Idona? I was telling Mobeorn how sick I am of sitting here waiting for the smelly dwarves to make up their minds."
[Idona(#14226)] Idona nods, smiling, "Yes, it's true... the strong, brave ones are always the ones who run! And you're right... this never happened." She pauses, thoughtful, "I'm doing fine, I suppose. I am getting a little anxious to leave, though I hope that we're not here much longer. As nice as this place is, it gets old!" Idona says jokingly.
"I want to go home. I miss my family. My niece and nephews won't even remember me, we've been gone so long. My father is probably worried." Cecilia pinches her brows together, frowning, "And Vernon, he's so grouchy. He needs to see his wife again, he's growing insufferable." The healer often argues with her older brother these days, and usually the two get along quite well. She moves down closer to the water's edge.
[Idona(#14226)] Idona nods, watching Cecilia as she moves towards the river, "I believe that we are all ready to leave, for sure. I know I do." The woman also walks closer to the river, watching the cool water flow past her feet. "I miss everyone back home as well... perhaps we will leave sooner than we think. At least, that's what I hope."
"I told Mobeorn we should just start packing up and the dwarves can do whatever they want. He said we could probably do that tomorrow. He wants to stay with them, because it's safer, but, the dwarves could camp here for another few months and probably not think a thing about it. And what if they start fighting with the elves? Then where would we be?" Cecilia's opinion of dwarves is rather low. "And the elves.. I haven't even -seen- them, but I heard about how they insulted the dwarves back in Dale. They sang some song about how greedy they are. We're wasting our time here."
[Idona(#14226)] Idona nods, continuing to watch the river, "I don't think that I'd heard all of that... I hope that we do leave. I think that we can fend for ourselves, we can handle it. I've been through a handful of battles. I hope you're right..." She smiles, "Oh yes, the elves... I've met a few in my day, very interesting creatures. You're right, though, I don't want to get between them and the dwarves."
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"We leave tomorrow at first light," comes a male voice, not Mobeorn's. Cecilia will recognize it--it is the tall Vernon, approaching now with long strides. "The Spider take the dwarves! We leave with or without them!"
Cecilia nods in agreement. "The elves aren't so bad. There's one, Galharth, he's very nice and handsome too. But he is in love with some elven woman." The healer sighs wistfully at the memory, a faint blush touching her cheeks. Her brother's approach startles her out of her reverie and she twists sharply to look at him. "Great! I'll make sure all my supplies are in order, then. I'm sick of the dwarves anyway. I hope they stay."
[Idona(#14226)] Idona smiles, looks to the newcomer. "You're right, Cecilia, the elves aren't so bad... some are quite handsome. But none as gruff as our own men, of course," the feltcher said, motioning towards Vernon. She turns towards the man, not quite familar, "I sure hope that that is the truth your'e telling I would love to get out of here as soon as possible and be on our way home!"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Fletcher," Vernon solemnly nods to the woman. "Do you not recognize me, then? Perhaps I spend too much time on the High Pass or in the Bear Clan halls. And.." he pats the maul hammer he is wearing at his side, "bow and arrow is not my weapon. But I am Bear Clan and I say that we leave in the morning. Do any of you oppose this? Will any stand against me on it? Whether or no the elves are good."
Cecilia gives Vernon a queer look, a brow lifting at his attitude. "We both just said that we're ready to leave. Mobeorn is as well. We can move faster without the dwarves anyhow. If they want to sit around waiting for the elves, that's their problem." The healer looks over to Idona and whispers to the woman, "See what I said about Vernon needing to be home to his wife?"
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Ceci!" Vernon now answers angrily. "Women are not to speak of such things! Well, young, unmarried women, healer or no!"
"Of course I want to be with my wife and infant son! Now...go pack! And don't get lost in the forest!"
The second man of the day flustered by women's talk.
[Idona(#14226)] Idona can't help but laugh, but manages to stifle most of it. "Oh, I see now..." the fletcher whispers to the woman, "That makes complete sense now, I believe you!" The redhead then turns and adressess the man standing before her, "Yes, I think I know you, but not well. And I agree with Cecilia we are both ready to be home. We do not need the dwarves, we have many strong warriors of our own kind.." The woman kept her smile to herself, "You're right. We should go pack, come along, Cecilia let us gossip of men by ourselves." Smiling, she grins sheepishly at Vernon and heads away off towards camp.
Cecilia jumps when the man snaps at her, looking rather surprised that she so quickly got under his skin. "Oh, what would you know? You never spend more than five minutes at a time in the infirmary!" The girl argues, scowling at her brother. "We talk about all sorts of -scandolous- things." Okay, perhaps she's only trying to piss him off more, now. Idona's suggestion is met with a bright smile though, and the healer quickly hurries to scurry off with the other woman before Vernon can really blow his top.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Women..." Vernon mutters, heading back off the way he came without even thinking about it. He continues muttering to himself as he goes on down the path.
Players: Idona, Cecilia, Mobeorn
Located in: Beorning
