Elendor
Always Asking the Intentions
Barazins..
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Location: Erebor
Description: [Hildis(#23062)] Father and daughter. They have a similiar cast of face, a wide brow, their beard and hair identical in color - a red reminescent of iron-red earth wet by rain, even their walk is similiar. But Hildis's face is open and trusting, her lips curve ready for a smile under her moustache. Hildar's handsomeness is marred by a certain petulance and a willingness to think the worse of every newcomer. They stroll side-by-side deep in conversation or rather Hildar holds forth and Hildis listens dutifully.
"I tell you you are too trusting. What makes you think that the price they said they bought at is the true one?"
Ranol is walking alone from the direction of where Frarin and Thari live. He had been going to pay a visit to his cousin, but she proved to not be home and he decided not to wait around with the maid. When the huskarl spots the two familiar Barazin's walking through the tunnel he smiles. "Hildis! Master Hilvar." Both are given a respectful bow in greeting.
[Hildis(#23062)] Hilvar is capable of returning a bow, measuring it to the smallest degree of propriety yet somehow make it a sneer. His daughter's gown bells around her as she curtsies to the huskarl, she does not even glance at her father to have a hint of apology in her warm smile for Ranol.
"Well, well, Master Ranol. Have you started to frequent the Barazin Halls so often? I seem to see you everywhere I turn and seem to hear your name on the lips of everyone in my household."
"Greetings, Ranol," Hildis chimes without the slightest hint of her embarrassment beyond a faint flush to her cheeks.
"You see me often, Master Hilvar?" Ranol asks smoothly. "A shame that you never say hello. I am always interested in hearing how your business is going, sir." The huskarl keeps his tone polite and respectful, but Hildis's smile coaxes a similar one from Ranol after a moment. "And Hildis? How are you today?" Ranol closes the distance so that he can speak without needing to lift his voice.
[Hildis(#23062)] There was a time that Hildis did what she named for her mother as 'The Ranol Shuffle', a dance that took her near him and then a step away. She was very unsure of her feelings for him then. She does another version of it today: she closes the distance between them and stops herself short of touching his arm, then steps in close to him as though ready to give him a kiss on the cheek and sighs. She answers softly, "Very well, Ranol. You?"
Her father, on the other hand, crosses his arms and eyes Ranol with a tight-lipped frown. "Business goes well even if my daughter wants to give everything away. And I don't have time to wave to every Tom-dwarf that passes my shop though... stop by if you wish. My daughter tells me that you have decided to court her serious. Is that so?"
Hildis is given a peaceful smile when Ranol's eyes meet hers, but it is only for a moment before his gaze draws back to her father. The huskarl nods slowly to answer his question. "Aye, that is true." The Bundazanul says simply. He is content to let Hilvar guide the conversation regarding courtship.
[Hildis(#23062)] Ranol's tranquility does not calm Hilvar. The quieter Ranol becomes the more agitated Hilvar acts. He puts a hand on Hildis who still stands near the huskarl and moves her back a step. "Is that all you have to say about it? At least Hildis has had the decency to tell me something of it. She /says/ you are serious. She /says/ that your debts are paid and that your disgrace of a family is no longer here. What do you say about the situation?"
The smile begins to fade from Ranol's face. "Perhaps we can have this discussion somewhere more private, Master Hilvar? I am happy to address your concerns, but I would prefer not to share my answers with the entire corridor." The huskarl glances around, his blue eyes growing more guarded.
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis fairly dances with embarrassment at the confrontation. "He is right, father. Let's return to the house and talk there."
"I have nothing to say that cannot be said out in public but if you wish it..." he turns on his heel and heads back toward their home without waiting for the younger dwarves. He nods at other early risers that pass them by with his head high, a swagger to his walk and leaves the door to his household open.
Ranol nods, saying nothing further. He casts a glance towards Hildis, then reaches to take her hand if she'll allow it, escorting her after her father. He's still calm despite the words that Hilvar threw at him, but that easy good mood seems to be gone now, replaced with a more careful and guarded demeanor.
[Hildis(#23062)] She clasps her hand to his, lacing fingers and the crease of worry on her forehead appears to smooth fwith each step they take together. Admiration and affection warms her glance for Ranol but l she looks at her father's haughty back with trepidation. They enter the door and she does not let go of Ranl's hand so wide is the doorway and she closes it behind her.
Hilvar waits by the fire, one arm on the mantle, the other hand on his elaborately carved belt buckle. He eyes Ranol coldly ignoring the plea in his daughter's eyes to treat her suitor more courteously. "So here we are. What can be said here that cannot be said in public, Master Ranol?"
"What do you wish to speak of first, Master Hilvar? The intentions of myself and Hildis, my past debts, or my father?" Ranol asks as he releases Hildis's hand and crosses the room. He stands behind a chair, his hands at his side and showing little in the way of discomfort though he is fully armed.
[Hildis(#23062)] Hilvar would like to think that he is a large cat playing with a mouse, his cheeks plump in a self satisfied smile which does not falter even at the look of disappointment on his daughter's face. "Your family - your father specifically."
"Ask your questions then, sir." Ranol states quietly, his brows drawing together in displeasure for the chosen topic, but he stands to his word thus far. There is no warm glance given for Hildis now. The huskarl never takes his eyes off of Hilvar.
[Hildis(#23062)] Hilvar opens his mouth to speak just as Hildis sweeps across the room to stand by Ranol. She does not touch him instinctively knowing that this is not the moment but they stand as one in the face of her father.
One eyebrow raises on Hilvar's face and his lips curl in a sneer. "Do you think that his exile is permanent?"
"My father chose to leave, Master Hilvar. There are none that can say with any official backing otherwise. If you disagree with that, I suggest speaking with Thane Braldor on the matter." Ranol answers, taking slow, even breaths. Losing his temper in front of the man won't help the situation. "Based upon letters from my mother, however, they have no intention of moving back to Erebor anytime soon."
[Hildis(#23062)] "Discretion is the better part of valor. Exile without naming it as such." He nods as though he had made the decision for exile and liked it very much. "It saves his son's face. Thane Braldor must think highly of you boy. So he does not intend on coming back yet you may be faced with his shadow here were he to change his mind." Hilvar gives his daughter a significant glance. "Would you welcome him back?
"Lord Braldor is an exceptional thane, Master Hilvar." Ranol states without hesitation. He lets the silence settle again while he thinks about his answer. "My father is just that, my father. I would never turn my back on him, and if he chose to return to Erebor, I would do whatever is in my power to aid his return and hope to guide him to a more prosperous future than he has known. I cannot control the outcome of the decisions he has made, but I would not shun my own family."
[Hildis(#23062)] "Traitor is whispered alongside his name, Master Ranol." Hilvar rocks his stout body with importance as he speaks.
"Are you one to be taken in by rumors, Master Hilvar?" The huskarl asks, an edge to his tone now. "And even if you did have proof, does it make me less of a dwarf to want to be supportive of my own father, should it ever become necessary?" Ranol is standing behind the chair still, beside Hildis, and so she might see what her father cannot when the Bundazanul's hands tighten into fists.
"I am not one to be taken in by fair words and protests of innocence." He nods at his daughter. "She may like blue eyes but they do not impress me. And smoke in the forge presages fire, Master Ranol. Many would think that you support your father's actions and are a very filial son, indeed." Hilvar shrugs. "And his debts as well as yours?"
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis edges closer to Ranol now but still does not touch him. She murmurs, "He wishes to test your mettle."
"The question is.. what do you think, Master Hilvar? I have told you before that I did not condone what my father was doing. If my word means so little to you that you trust the rumors over my own statement, how could I ever say anything now to convince you otherwise?" Ranol still sounds angry, but there is a calmness that proves that he hasn't lost his temper.
[Hildis(#23062)] The older Barazin rocks back and forth, heel to toe, he tries to look imposing but it could be mistaken for nervousness. He licks his lips, smoothes his moustache and hrumphs. "Well...I just want the best for my daughter. She deserves the best and cannot be mixed up with suspicious characters... I...well, we will see. And the debts?"
"I have no debts, Master Hilvar. I have not had any for a few months now." Ranol answers easily in a level voice, keeping his tone flat enough that it can brook no argument. "I want the best for Hildis as well."
[Hildis(#23062)] It's as though he wants to find fault with Ranol, needs to. Hildis watches her father bluster through his answers, her head to one side and a one sided smile under moustache. There is a hint of sadness in her eyes. She crosses the room and softly takes her father's arm, "Father, I know you want the best for me." She lowers her voice, "And I love you for it."
He pats her hand, "Well, I...well, I...know that!" He gives Ranol a fierce look. "You had better take care of her!"
"You have no further questions regarding my family, or past debt, Master Hilvar?" The way Ranol asks, there is a finality to it. He has no intention of ever opening up himself to this line of questioning again and despite the fact that Hilvar seems to be backing down, Ranol is still guarded.
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis stays with her father, an arm entwined in his as though to give him the courage to accept the fact that his daughter has a suitor, a serious one, a potential son-in-law even. The touch of his daughter's hand seems to soothe his ire but perhaps not his loss. "Father, he says that he wants to care for me. He cares enough for us to know one another, to take this slowly. He is a good dwarf, Father. Thane Braldor trusts him with his life and his wealth and we could do no more."
"Just what are your intentions then? I want to hear them in your words." He asks from under lowered brows though he shoots his daughter a glance.
Some of Ranol's tension eases when Hilvar doesn't further hedge the topic of his father, but the one that replaces it is hardly more comfortable. The Bundazanul had a hard enough stating his feelings plainly to Hildis, let alone her -father-. "My intentions.. " There's some hesitation as nervousness makes it difficult for him to concentrate, "..are that I would like to take this courtship slowly so that Hildis and I can both fully understand each other's lifestyles and committments of family and work. Love for another is very new for me.. I don't think that marriage should be walked into blindly." He pauses, then adds, "Plus, there is war brewing and I would not want to.. well.. were something to happen, I would hate to think that Hildis were left without other options."
[Hildis(#23062)] "Balderdash and ore slag!" Hilvar sputters and Hildis rolls her eyes and suppresses a sigh.
"You won't know anything about love till you've tested it and you won't test it till it gets hard and it won't get hard till your committed. Do you love her or not? She'll always have plenty of options if she hasn't already given her heart to you and thrown the key to the hoard away." He pats Hildis's arm reassuringly. "There is not a dwarf in these halls of stones that is not blind when it comes to love!"
"Aye, Master Hilvar." Ranol answers softly, growing more uncomfortable again. "I do love her." He is quiet for a long time, his gaze dropping, "I.. I want to be sure that Hildis completely understands the nature of my employment. It is very important to me and I will not make any official proposal until time has passed for her to see. Things are peaceful now, but that may not remain for much longer."
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis lowers her eyes, leans on her father and squeezes his arm again when she hears Ranol's answer. Her smile is happy and tremulous at the same time. She is unaware of her grace as she glides to stand next to Ranol and shyly reach to touch his hand.
Hilvar looks desolately after his daughter as though he were bidding her goodbye and clears his throat. "You don't think she doesn't understand already? But I'm not against you taking your time. If it's real," he gives Ranol a hard look, "it will only be polished by time."
"I think that being told something, and experiencing if firsthand can be very different.. at least in this case." Ranol answers, his eyes watching Hildis now with far less hesitation. "We already spoke of it at great length, and are in agreement that time will not hinder our relationship. I agree with you, Master Hilvar.. I think that time can only polish what is truly meant to be."
[Hildis(#23062)] A frown beetles Hildis's fine brow now as the two dwarves discuss her. "I believe I have something to say here. I told Ranol how I would have to learn to live with his absences." She started strongly and hits a snag, "It won't be easy but I won't...I won't, ah, love him less for it. " And though surprised and looking pleased at finally saying it aloud, she purses her lips till her moustache bristles and fixes them both with a determined glance. "He won't be the only one travelling. You and Mother will enjoy your grandchildren, too."
[Hildis(#23062)] The older Barazin growls his agreement to the polish that time will bring to love.
Ranol looks over at Hildis when she speaks and offers a quiet nod of agreement. "Aye.. she will have her travel as well. I think that learning to be apart will play as large a role as learning to be together." The Bundazanul reaches to take her hand again finally, though his palm is sweaty. His nervousness is genuine enough.
[Hildis(#23062)] Holding hands with the dwarf of her life in front of her father is more than novel. Hildis's hand is as slick as Ranol's, she concentrates on the sensation a moment, her eyes briefly closed before opening them to measure the mood of the two dwarves. "You will have to learn to talk to one another. Father, you may have to learn how to growl less and to trust Ranol."
[Hildis(#23062)] Hilvar and Hildis bristle moustaches at one another. This time Hilvar relents. The force of love prevails. "I don't growl," he growls and glares at Ranol as though he was admonishing him instead of his daughter. "I hear of anything untoward and you will have me to answer to Master Ranol."
Ranol has grown uncomfortably quiet, not certain what to say or how to respond. When Hilvar makes the threat, the huskarl keeps his face blank, but does give the man a slow nod. "I have nothing but respect for your daughter, Master Hilvar."
The Bundazanul releases her hand now and says quietly, "If there is nothing further that you wish to discuss, I had best be getting on to my duties. The clankarls will be waiting."
[Hildis(#23062)] The last words of her father do not improve Hildis's moustache bristle, if anything she gives him a look saying 'just wait until Ranol leaves.' "Trust, Father. You will have to trust us both."
She turns to Ranol and narrows her eyes but gives him a peck on the cheek. "Get to your clankarls. They must not be kept waiting." She offers him her hand.
Ranol offers Hildis a smile for the gesture of affection, and pats her on the shoulder fondly. Then he lets his hand slip away as he steps towards the middle of the room. He makes a formal bow, "I hope you both have a good day." and then the huskarl makes his departure. It wasn't his preferred way to start the day, but now he can avoid Hilvar against for a couple of months guilt-free.
"I tell you you are too trusting. What makes you think that the price they said they bought at is the true one?"
Ranol is walking alone from the direction of where Frarin and Thari live. He had been going to pay a visit to his cousin, but she proved to not be home and he decided not to wait around with the maid. When the huskarl spots the two familiar Barazin's walking through the tunnel he smiles. "Hildis! Master Hilvar." Both are given a respectful bow in greeting.
[Hildis(#23062)] Hilvar is capable of returning a bow, measuring it to the smallest degree of propriety yet somehow make it a sneer. His daughter's gown bells around her as she curtsies to the huskarl, she does not even glance at her father to have a hint of apology in her warm smile for Ranol.
"Well, well, Master Ranol. Have you started to frequent the Barazin Halls so often? I seem to see you everywhere I turn and seem to hear your name on the lips of everyone in my household."
"Greetings, Ranol," Hildis chimes without the slightest hint of her embarrassment beyond a faint flush to her cheeks.
"You see me often, Master Hilvar?" Ranol asks smoothly. "A shame that you never say hello. I am always interested in hearing how your business is going, sir." The huskarl keeps his tone polite and respectful, but Hildis's smile coaxes a similar one from Ranol after a moment. "And Hildis? How are you today?" Ranol closes the distance so that he can speak without needing to lift his voice.
[Hildis(#23062)] There was a time that Hildis did what she named for her mother as 'The Ranol Shuffle', a dance that took her near him and then a step away. She was very unsure of her feelings for him then. She does another version of it today: she closes the distance between them and stops herself short of touching his arm, then steps in close to him as though ready to give him a kiss on the cheek and sighs. She answers softly, "Very well, Ranol. You?"
Her father, on the other hand, crosses his arms and eyes Ranol with a tight-lipped frown. "Business goes well even if my daughter wants to give everything away. And I don't have time to wave to every Tom-dwarf that passes my shop though... stop by if you wish. My daughter tells me that you have decided to court her serious. Is that so?"
Hildis is given a peaceful smile when Ranol's eyes meet hers, but it is only for a moment before his gaze draws back to her father. The huskarl nods slowly to answer his question. "Aye, that is true." The Bundazanul says simply. He is content to let Hilvar guide the conversation regarding courtship.
[Hildis(#23062)] Ranol's tranquility does not calm Hilvar. The quieter Ranol becomes the more agitated Hilvar acts. He puts a hand on Hildis who still stands near the huskarl and moves her back a step. "Is that all you have to say about it? At least Hildis has had the decency to tell me something of it. She /says/ you are serious. She /says/ that your debts are paid and that your disgrace of a family is no longer here. What do you say about the situation?"
The smile begins to fade from Ranol's face. "Perhaps we can have this discussion somewhere more private, Master Hilvar? I am happy to address your concerns, but I would prefer not to share my answers with the entire corridor." The huskarl glances around, his blue eyes growing more guarded.
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis fairly dances with embarrassment at the confrontation. "He is right, father. Let's return to the house and talk there."
"I have nothing to say that cannot be said out in public but if you wish it..." he turns on his heel and heads back toward their home without waiting for the younger dwarves. He nods at other early risers that pass them by with his head high, a swagger to his walk and leaves the door to his household open.
Ranol nods, saying nothing further. He casts a glance towards Hildis, then reaches to take her hand if she'll allow it, escorting her after her father. He's still calm despite the words that Hilvar threw at him, but that easy good mood seems to be gone now, replaced with a more careful and guarded demeanor.
[Hildis(#23062)] She clasps her hand to his, lacing fingers and the crease of worry on her forehead appears to smooth fwith each step they take together. Admiration and affection warms her glance for Ranol but l she looks at her father's haughty back with trepidation. They enter the door and she does not let go of Ranl's hand so wide is the doorway and she closes it behind her.
Hilvar waits by the fire, one arm on the mantle, the other hand on his elaborately carved belt buckle. He eyes Ranol coldly ignoring the plea in his daughter's eyes to treat her suitor more courteously. "So here we are. What can be said here that cannot be said in public, Master Ranol?"
"What do you wish to speak of first, Master Hilvar? The intentions of myself and Hildis, my past debts, or my father?" Ranol asks as he releases Hildis's hand and crosses the room. He stands behind a chair, his hands at his side and showing little in the way of discomfort though he is fully armed.
[Hildis(#23062)] Hilvar would like to think that he is a large cat playing with a mouse, his cheeks plump in a self satisfied smile which does not falter even at the look of disappointment on his daughter's face. "Your family - your father specifically."
"Ask your questions then, sir." Ranol states quietly, his brows drawing together in displeasure for the chosen topic, but he stands to his word thus far. There is no warm glance given for Hildis now. The huskarl never takes his eyes off of Hilvar.
[Hildis(#23062)] Hilvar opens his mouth to speak just as Hildis sweeps across the room to stand by Ranol. She does not touch him instinctively knowing that this is not the moment but they stand as one in the face of her father.
One eyebrow raises on Hilvar's face and his lips curl in a sneer. "Do you think that his exile is permanent?"
"My father chose to leave, Master Hilvar. There are none that can say with any official backing otherwise. If you disagree with that, I suggest speaking with Thane Braldor on the matter." Ranol answers, taking slow, even breaths. Losing his temper in front of the man won't help the situation. "Based upon letters from my mother, however, they have no intention of moving back to Erebor anytime soon."
[Hildis(#23062)] "Discretion is the better part of valor. Exile without naming it as such." He nods as though he had made the decision for exile and liked it very much. "It saves his son's face. Thane Braldor must think highly of you boy. So he does not intend on coming back yet you may be faced with his shadow here were he to change his mind." Hilvar gives his daughter a significant glance. "Would you welcome him back?
"Lord Braldor is an exceptional thane, Master Hilvar." Ranol states without hesitation. He lets the silence settle again while he thinks about his answer. "My father is just that, my father. I would never turn my back on him, and if he chose to return to Erebor, I would do whatever is in my power to aid his return and hope to guide him to a more prosperous future than he has known. I cannot control the outcome of the decisions he has made, but I would not shun my own family."
[Hildis(#23062)] "Traitor is whispered alongside his name, Master Ranol." Hilvar rocks his stout body with importance as he speaks.
"Are you one to be taken in by rumors, Master Hilvar?" The huskarl asks, an edge to his tone now. "And even if you did have proof, does it make me less of a dwarf to want to be supportive of my own father, should it ever become necessary?" Ranol is standing behind the chair still, beside Hildis, and so she might see what her father cannot when the Bundazanul's hands tighten into fists.
"I am not one to be taken in by fair words and protests of innocence." He nods at his daughter. "She may like blue eyes but they do not impress me. And smoke in the forge presages fire, Master Ranol. Many would think that you support your father's actions and are a very filial son, indeed." Hilvar shrugs. "And his debts as well as yours?"
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis edges closer to Ranol now but still does not touch him. She murmurs, "He wishes to test your mettle."
"The question is.. what do you think, Master Hilvar? I have told you before that I did not condone what my father was doing. If my word means so little to you that you trust the rumors over my own statement, how could I ever say anything now to convince you otherwise?" Ranol still sounds angry, but there is a calmness that proves that he hasn't lost his temper.
[Hildis(#23062)] The older Barazin rocks back and forth, heel to toe, he tries to look imposing but it could be mistaken for nervousness. He licks his lips, smoothes his moustache and hrumphs. "Well...I just want the best for my daughter. She deserves the best and cannot be mixed up with suspicious characters... I...well, we will see. And the debts?"
"I have no debts, Master Hilvar. I have not had any for a few months now." Ranol answers easily in a level voice, keeping his tone flat enough that it can brook no argument. "I want the best for Hildis as well."
[Hildis(#23062)] It's as though he wants to find fault with Ranol, needs to. Hildis watches her father bluster through his answers, her head to one side and a one sided smile under moustache. There is a hint of sadness in her eyes. She crosses the room and softly takes her father's arm, "Father, I know you want the best for me." She lowers her voice, "And I love you for it."
He pats her hand, "Well, I...well, I...know that!" He gives Ranol a fierce look. "You had better take care of her!"
"You have no further questions regarding my family, or past debt, Master Hilvar?" The way Ranol asks, there is a finality to it. He has no intention of ever opening up himself to this line of questioning again and despite the fact that Hilvar seems to be backing down, Ranol is still guarded.
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis stays with her father, an arm entwined in his as though to give him the courage to accept the fact that his daughter has a suitor, a serious one, a potential son-in-law even. The touch of his daughter's hand seems to soothe his ire but perhaps not his loss. "Father, he says that he wants to care for me. He cares enough for us to know one another, to take this slowly. He is a good dwarf, Father. Thane Braldor trusts him with his life and his wealth and we could do no more."
"Just what are your intentions then? I want to hear them in your words." He asks from under lowered brows though he shoots his daughter a glance.
Some of Ranol's tension eases when Hilvar doesn't further hedge the topic of his father, but the one that replaces it is hardly more comfortable. The Bundazanul had a hard enough stating his feelings plainly to Hildis, let alone her -father-. "My intentions.. " There's some hesitation as nervousness makes it difficult for him to concentrate, "..are that I would like to take this courtship slowly so that Hildis and I can both fully understand each other's lifestyles and committments of family and work. Love for another is very new for me.. I don't think that marriage should be walked into blindly." He pauses, then adds, "Plus, there is war brewing and I would not want to.. well.. were something to happen, I would hate to think that Hildis were left without other options."
[Hildis(#23062)] "Balderdash and ore slag!" Hilvar sputters and Hildis rolls her eyes and suppresses a sigh.
"You won't know anything about love till you've tested it and you won't test it till it gets hard and it won't get hard till your committed. Do you love her or not? She'll always have plenty of options if she hasn't already given her heart to you and thrown the key to the hoard away." He pats Hildis's arm reassuringly. "There is not a dwarf in these halls of stones that is not blind when it comes to love!"
"Aye, Master Hilvar." Ranol answers softly, growing more uncomfortable again. "I do love her." He is quiet for a long time, his gaze dropping, "I.. I want to be sure that Hildis completely understands the nature of my employment. It is very important to me and I will not make any official proposal until time has passed for her to see. Things are peaceful now, but that may not remain for much longer."
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis lowers her eyes, leans on her father and squeezes his arm again when she hears Ranol's answer. Her smile is happy and tremulous at the same time. She is unaware of her grace as she glides to stand next to Ranol and shyly reach to touch his hand.
Hilvar looks desolately after his daughter as though he were bidding her goodbye and clears his throat. "You don't think she doesn't understand already? But I'm not against you taking your time. If it's real," he gives Ranol a hard look, "it will only be polished by time."
"I think that being told something, and experiencing if firsthand can be very different.. at least in this case." Ranol answers, his eyes watching Hildis now with far less hesitation. "We already spoke of it at great length, and are in agreement that time will not hinder our relationship. I agree with you, Master Hilvar.. I think that time can only polish what is truly meant to be."
[Hildis(#23062)] A frown beetles Hildis's fine brow now as the two dwarves discuss her. "I believe I have something to say here. I told Ranol how I would have to learn to live with his absences." She started strongly and hits a snag, "It won't be easy but I won't...I won't, ah, love him less for it. " And though surprised and looking pleased at finally saying it aloud, she purses her lips till her moustache bristles and fixes them both with a determined glance. "He won't be the only one travelling. You and Mother will enjoy your grandchildren, too."
[Hildis(#23062)] The older Barazin growls his agreement to the polish that time will bring to love.
Ranol looks over at Hildis when she speaks and offers a quiet nod of agreement. "Aye.. she will have her travel as well. I think that learning to be apart will play as large a role as learning to be together." The Bundazanul reaches to take her hand again finally, though his palm is sweaty. His nervousness is genuine enough.
[Hildis(#23062)] Holding hands with the dwarf of her life in front of her father is more than novel. Hildis's hand is as slick as Ranol's, she concentrates on the sensation a moment, her eyes briefly closed before opening them to measure the mood of the two dwarves. "You will have to learn to talk to one another. Father, you may have to learn how to growl less and to trust Ranol."
[Hildis(#23062)] Hilvar and Hildis bristle moustaches at one another. This time Hilvar relents. The force of love prevails. "I don't growl," he growls and glares at Ranol as though he was admonishing him instead of his daughter. "I hear of anything untoward and you will have me to answer to Master Ranol."
Ranol has grown uncomfortably quiet, not certain what to say or how to respond. When Hilvar makes the threat, the huskarl keeps his face blank, but does give the man a slow nod. "I have nothing but respect for your daughter, Master Hilvar."
The Bundazanul releases her hand now and says quietly, "If there is nothing further that you wish to discuss, I had best be getting on to my duties. The clankarls will be waiting."
[Hildis(#23062)] The last words of her father do not improve Hildis's moustache bristle, if anything she gives him a look saying 'just wait until Ranol leaves.' "Trust, Father. You will have to trust us both."
She turns to Ranol and narrows her eyes but gives him a peck on the cheek. "Get to your clankarls. They must not be kept waiting." She offers him her hand.
Ranol offers Hildis a smile for the gesture of affection, and pats her on the shoulder fondly. Then he lets his hand slip away as he steps towards the middle of the room. He makes a formal bow, "I hope you both have a good day." and then the huskarl makes his departure. It wasn't his preferred way to start the day, but now he can avoid Hilvar against for a couple of months guilt-free.
Players: Hildis, Hilvar, Ranol
Located in: Erebor
