Elendor
Not What She Expected
Cecilia learns who she's betrothed to in a less than ideal way.
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Location: Beorning Village
Description: Mad Dog Tavern
The door in your hand leans crazily as you give it a stout yank, dragging it open from where it had wedged against its frame. Stepping inside, you come into a squat building three long tables sit astride the floor, and a small fireplace in the rear wall. Small grains of busted crockery crunch underfoot as you walk, remnants of one of the many good-natured brawls that erupt here on just a regular basis.
The coming of night has brought a rollicking young crowd to the Mad Dog, and drinking and shouting vie with slurred songs of pain, loss, and war. The squat room is packed, and though it seems that all--or nearly all--are armed, no blood is ever shed from a wound more serious than a busted lip or a broken nose. The fire roars far too hot for such a small hearth, though, as wild drunken revellers continue to pile wood upon the blaze...
Cecilia hasn't managed to convince anyone to take her on another trip through the High Pass. Likely, this is because she's still recovering from her injuries, two of the gashes slow in mending due to bad infection. Otherwise, though, the young woman seems well enough. She's been working in the infirmary every day and spending her evenings socializing and having fun. Tonight is no exception. The healer is working on her second mug of honeymead and laughing as she flirts with a couple of the warriors that are back from an eastern patrol.
The sun rises over the wood of Mirkwood to the east, casting the first rays of morning light on the Anduin Valley.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] In a corner, Mobeorn sits quietly, the shapeshifter nursing an oversized mug of mead. The beijabar, too, has spent all winter and now early spring nursing his injufiers, though he still walks with a slight limp. Every day, though, that seems to be improving, and lately he has taken to the High Pass again, throwing orcs around. For now, though, he relaxes in a dark corner, watchign the Beornings quietly.
Cecilia seems to grow bored with the men she's chatting with because she keeps casting curious glances over to Mobeorn. Finally the healer stands and begins making her way over towards the bear, holding her mug and flashing a brilliant smile at him. "Why are sitting alone?" She asks, helping herself to a seat next to him.
[Mogel(#30277)]
The door opens and in comes Mogel Sveeson, his nose looking drippy despite the fact that it's a clear day out. He touches the back of his sleeve delicately to it while closing the door and looking around.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] "Because I've spent the better part of my rahter short life staying -away- from the village and its humans. Avoiding the bickering and the noise and the gossip and the smells and...JUST KILLING ORCS." Mobeorn doesn't raise his voice at hte last, but he enunciates each word and there is something feral in his voice. And in the sharp-toothed grin he flashes the girl. He looks away, sipping mead, eyes automatically going to the door to see who has entered.
Cecilia laughs, amusement in the sound. "Ohhh, you don't fool me Mobeorn. I know there's more to you than just killing orcs." She takes another long drink of her mead, already a little buzzed from her choice of drink tonight. "You have to get on the next trip to the Pass and convince Vernon to let me go. I don't know -why- my father lets him make the decision.." She rolls her eyes.
Smoke pours from Mt. Doom as the Dark One's evil sorcery lags the game.
The smoke clears as good triumphs and the database saves.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel spots Cecilia, and his eyes linger on the girl. He drops his sleeve from his face. His nose now looks considerably less damp.
Mogel crosses the floor. He glances at Mobeorn but only briefly. "Hello.." his voice sounds raspy a moment before he clears his throat. "Hello Cecilia."
Cecilia looks away from Mobeorn as Mogel approaches, the laugh fading. "Oh, hello Mogel." She says sweetly, though the mirthful laugh has faded. "How are you? Here for a drink, tonight?" The healer has her hair done up in lots of thin braids, meticulous care taken to look night, as usual. There's the faint line of a scar across her brow where the orc's blade had hit her.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel's vague eyes are on Cecilia's face and he either doesn't hear or ignores her questions. "Are you well? Are you still hurt?" His thin fingers lift to gesture at the scar on her brow.
Cecilia draws back a trace when his fingers move towards her face, as if fearing he might actually touch her with his unclean hands. Still, her answer is friendly, "I'm feeling a lot better. It's so kind of you to ask. How are you doing? What are you up to these days?"
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel makes a faint frown as Cecilia pulls away, but his hand drops to his side. "Oh, you know..." he answers. "I'm glad you're not hurt." And then the silence trails along while he looks at her.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] "WHen's the wedding, Mogel?" Mobeorn asks. Then, "oops! Did I say that?" He colors. Then downs a very large gulp of his mead.
Cecilia looks over at Mobeorn in surprise, then back to Mogel. "Wedding? I didn't hear about that.. Congratulations!" She says cheerfully, reaching for her mug and finishing off the mead. "That's so wonderful for you!"
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel's face jerks toward Mobeorn as if he had forgotten about the presence of the other man. No doubt Mogel is fabulous on the field of battle. "I don't know, my father is still talking to Erik and..."
His attention jerks back toward Cecilia. Slowly, he furrows his brow as if trying to work something out. "Yes," he finally says politely. "It is wonderful."
[Mobeorn(#22365)] "Thought it was all settled already," Mobeorn mumbles into his mead of mug. A quick sideways glance is given to Cecilia. "There's some doubt about it happening?"
Her smile falters now, some of the open friendliness that the healer usually shows slipping as her gaze goes over to Mobeorn. "Wait.. " How many Erik's are there in town that are arranging marriages for young men. "No no.. you're joking." Cecilia says, sudden relief in her voice. "That's cute.. both of you." She says with a small laugh.
[Mogel(#30277)]
"No, they're just talking about when." Mogel is being pulled out of the vague daze that his mind is always in as he answers Mobeorn. He starts frowning down at Cecilia.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] "I see...how old are you again, Mogel? Have you fought on the pass? I know your father had hopes for you that way..." Mobeorn clears his throat, glancing to Cecilia. "I -told- you I avoid the village and the troubles of men. This is one of them."
Cecilia isn't smiling anymore. They don't confirm her suspicion of a joke and the young healer keeps looking between Mobeorn and Mogel. "You're not.. no.. My father would have said something to me first. I mean, how would you know anything, Mobeorn?" She shakes her head.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel frowns deeply at the both of them. He leans on one leg and folds his arms. His brows raise in a pointed way but he doesn't speak.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] "Uh...don't know. Something I heard your father say to Grimbeorn, I think," Mobeorn replies, with a shrug. His brows furrow. "You mean they didn't tell you that you two are betrothed?" Ever so subtle, this bear.
To her credit, Cecilia hasn't flipped out yet. But judging by the expression on her face a panic attack isn't far off. "I.. need to go find my father." She says, standing clumsily. The happy buzz has passed and she nearly knocks her chair over.
[Mogel(#30277)]
"They told ME," Mogel says in a bit of a pointed tone. "Why wouldn't they tell YOU?" He sniffs once, but a glance woudl tell anyone that this is probably only because his nose is running again.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] Mobeorn's chair -scrapes- loudly across the wooden floor as he edges back. Or tries to. "Humans..." he mutters, quickly downing the rest of his mead. "Well, that's between you two. And your fathers."
"I don't know!" Cecilia responds, her voice rising with her distress.. and the two full mugs of mead affecting her senses. "He never said anything to me.. this is all wrong." She moans, wringing her hands together now. "It's supposed to be romantic and perfect and-" She shakes her head again. "I have to go find my father." The healer starts for the door, a bit tipsy as she tries to move swiftly through the crowded room.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] Mobeorn's eyes follow the girl, but he doesn't stand up. Instead he turns brown eyes on Mogel. "You going to go after her or what? YOu going to grow up and be a man? Or sit there like the whining, sniveling piece of snot you appear to be?" He grins. Is he really insulting the son of the bear clan skald that way/
[Mogel(#30277)]
"She doesn't want me to go after her!" Mogel answers Mobeorn defensively, his lanky arm unfolding to gesture toward the door. After a moment, however, he rolls his eyes and turns to follow the girl, albeit at a slower pace than what she is going. "Cecilia!" he calls.
Cecilia shoves someone aside that's standing in front of the door with a frustrated growl, then yanks it open roughly and heads outside, ignoring the call of her name.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel gives a whiney growl of frustration and follows her out of the tavern, several steps behind.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] The shapeshifter sticks a hand up in the air, grinning at the barkeep to bring him more mead, and shaking his head as he watches Mogel whine on out the door after Cecilia. "Never work," he mutters to himself.
The young healer is upset, or perhaps distraught is a more apt term, and certainly the two full mugs of mead aren't helping her emotional sensibilities. She heads away from the tavern, heading north blindly because there are tears blurring her vision and she's barely choking back sobs of bitter disappointment. She loses momentum as she reaches one of the tall trees, leaning against it and burying her face in her arms.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mobel doesn't catch up to Cecelia until she stops, and then he halts some few yards behind her with a sigh. "Come on, Cecilia, it's not so bad," he says, reaching up to wipe his nose on his sleeve. "You don't hardly know a thing about me, so I don't know why you're acting like this."
Cecilia flinches when she hears his voice, and she knows, -knows- that she should be acting more mature about all of this. She's known forever that it would be arranged but somehow her expectations were at an impossible level and Mogel isn't at all what she had in mind. She gets a grip on her feelings and finally turns to face him, "I'm not mad at you. I'm not upset with you." She tries to force a smile with the lie, "I thought my father would tell me and I'm surprised.. that's all. Just surprised." The healer is blinking back more tears, trying to act mature.
[Mogel(#30277)]
"You didn't know that it was going to be arranged?" Mogel says, voice a little wet until he swallows. "I wasn't sure I would like it much either, but I'm sure everything will work out." His head bobs in a nod and he stars to walk closer. "My family will take care of you, don't worry."
"I didn't know who! He never told me.. " Cecilia backs up, or at least tries to because there's a tree in her way and she's too uncoordinated and wrapped up in her emotional breakdown at the moment to figure out how to get around it.
[Mogel(#30277)]
"So you really are upset only because it's me, Mogel Sveeson," he says bleakly. He doesn't come any closer, his hands hanging lankly down at his sides, and his runny-egg eyes look sad. And damp, of course.
If she wasn't halfway to drunk Cecilia would be handling this a lot better. It doesn't help that she was just flirting with her favorite beijibar, who happens to be heroic and popular. "No! No.. Just give me some time." She shakes her head, unable to meet his gaze for fear that he'll see how she really feels. Maybe he does already. "How long have you known?"
[Mogel(#30277)]
"Not long," Mogel says in a vague, sad sort of way. "I hadn't really... wanted it to be this way either. But our families are important, so that's what happens." He shrugs once and looks to the side.
Cecilia looks up at him, her eyes wet as well, but not from a runny nose. She asks in a quiet voice, "You don't want to get married?" If he's done any research at all he should know that the girl has been obsessed with everything to do with the wedding for a long time now, including inviting all her friends before she obviously even knew who the groom was.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel hesitates, then shrugs a shoulder. "I've, uh, thought of, uh, being married before. But I rather, uh, imagined that the girl would like me, when I thought of it." He slowly looks back at her. "Maybe we could try to learn to like each other?"
"I like you.." Cecilia responds, cringing on the inside but saying the words anyway. She puts another smile on her face. "Do you think you could do me a little favor?" The healer asks, using the sweet tone of voice that always gets her what she wants with men. "I left my coat back in the tavern."
[Mogel(#30277)]
"Um, yes?" Mogel says, glancing back toward the tavern. "Would you... like me to go get it?"
Cecilia nods quickly. "Do you mind? If I go back in there Mobeorn will laugh at me and tease me." She's still pressed against the tree, her hands clinging to the trunk behind her in a deathgrip. "Please, Mogel?"
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel looks doubtfully down at Cecilia, but finally nods. He turns with a sigh and trudges back to the tavern.
Once Mogel has shuffled off, Cecilia takes several long, slow breaths. She calms herself down and takes time to smooth her hair, wipe her eyes dry, and generally compose herself. When the warrior's son returns he'll find her standing in the same spot, but far more together emotionally.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel has a lanky walk, but he still seems to shuffle in it. "Here you go, Cecilia," he says politely enough, still sounding slightly sad. "This is it, right?" He offers the coat to her.
"Yes. Thank you." The healer takes the garment and pulls it on, somehow gaining comfort from the familiar coat. "I'm sorry for how I reacted. It was sweet of you to get my coat." She flicks a few careful glances at him, but they definitely lack the adoring sentiments that others have gotten from Cecilia. "Are you okay?" She asks.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel slowly blinks down at her for a little while before answering with this: "I'll walk you home, Cecilia. It's late."
"You don't have to walk me home. You didn't go to the tavern to find me.. I'm sure." Cecilia says with a little laugh. "Did you?" She focuses her gaze up at him again, her face growing serious with the question.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogal shakes his head. "No." He swallows. "But I thought, since you were there, it might be nice if I said hello."
If he's sharp, he might see the flash of sudden disappointment in the daughter of the Tree Skald. Cecilia has been doted on by her father and four older brothers her whole life, and Mogel would have done better to lie. She gives him another sweet smile, "Go and have fun then. It's not as if we won't have time to talk later, right? I should be getting home anyway." She begins to take steps away as if watching to make certain he won't follow her home.
[Mogel(#30277)]
"Fine then. Good night." Mogel sighs again and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Be safe, Cecilia." He won't follow her, but he will stand in the darkness for a little while before going to the tavern and getting flat-out drunk.
The door in your hand leans crazily as you give it a stout yank, dragging it open from where it had wedged against its frame. Stepping inside, you come into a squat building three long tables sit astride the floor, and a small fireplace in the rear wall. Small grains of busted crockery crunch underfoot as you walk, remnants of one of the many good-natured brawls that erupt here on just a regular basis.
The coming of night has brought a rollicking young crowd to the Mad Dog, and drinking and shouting vie with slurred songs of pain, loss, and war. The squat room is packed, and though it seems that all--or nearly all--are armed, no blood is ever shed from a wound more serious than a busted lip or a broken nose. The fire roars far too hot for such a small hearth, though, as wild drunken revellers continue to pile wood upon the blaze...
Cecilia hasn't managed to convince anyone to take her on another trip through the High Pass. Likely, this is because she's still recovering from her injuries, two of the gashes slow in mending due to bad infection. Otherwise, though, the young woman seems well enough. She's been working in the infirmary every day and spending her evenings socializing and having fun. Tonight is no exception. The healer is working on her second mug of honeymead and laughing as she flirts with a couple of the warriors that are back from an eastern patrol.
The sun rises over the wood of Mirkwood to the east, casting the first rays of morning light on the Anduin Valley.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] In a corner, Mobeorn sits quietly, the shapeshifter nursing an oversized mug of mead. The beijabar, too, has spent all winter and now early spring nursing his injufiers, though he still walks with a slight limp. Every day, though, that seems to be improving, and lately he has taken to the High Pass again, throwing orcs around. For now, though, he relaxes in a dark corner, watchign the Beornings quietly.
Cecilia seems to grow bored with the men she's chatting with because she keeps casting curious glances over to Mobeorn. Finally the healer stands and begins making her way over towards the bear, holding her mug and flashing a brilliant smile at him. "Why are sitting alone?" She asks, helping herself to a seat next to him.
[Mogel(#30277)]
The door opens and in comes Mogel Sveeson, his nose looking drippy despite the fact that it's a clear day out. He touches the back of his sleeve delicately to it while closing the door and looking around.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] "Because I've spent the better part of my rahter short life staying -away- from the village and its humans. Avoiding the bickering and the noise and the gossip and the smells and...JUST KILLING ORCS." Mobeorn doesn't raise his voice at hte last, but he enunciates each word and there is something feral in his voice. And in the sharp-toothed grin he flashes the girl. He looks away, sipping mead, eyes automatically going to the door to see who has entered.
Cecilia laughs, amusement in the sound. "Ohhh, you don't fool me Mobeorn. I know there's more to you than just killing orcs." She takes another long drink of her mead, already a little buzzed from her choice of drink tonight. "You have to get on the next trip to the Pass and convince Vernon to let me go. I don't know -why- my father lets him make the decision.." She rolls her eyes.
Smoke pours from Mt. Doom as the Dark One's evil sorcery lags the game.
The smoke clears as good triumphs and the database saves.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel spots Cecilia, and his eyes linger on the girl. He drops his sleeve from his face. His nose now looks considerably less damp.
Mogel crosses the floor. He glances at Mobeorn but only briefly. "Hello.." his voice sounds raspy a moment before he clears his throat. "Hello Cecilia."
Cecilia looks away from Mobeorn as Mogel approaches, the laugh fading. "Oh, hello Mogel." She says sweetly, though the mirthful laugh has faded. "How are you? Here for a drink, tonight?" The healer has her hair done up in lots of thin braids, meticulous care taken to look night, as usual. There's the faint line of a scar across her brow where the orc's blade had hit her.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel's vague eyes are on Cecilia's face and he either doesn't hear or ignores her questions. "Are you well? Are you still hurt?" His thin fingers lift to gesture at the scar on her brow.
Cecilia draws back a trace when his fingers move towards her face, as if fearing he might actually touch her with his unclean hands. Still, her answer is friendly, "I'm feeling a lot better. It's so kind of you to ask. How are you doing? What are you up to these days?"
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel makes a faint frown as Cecilia pulls away, but his hand drops to his side. "Oh, you know..." he answers. "I'm glad you're not hurt." And then the silence trails along while he looks at her.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] "WHen's the wedding, Mogel?" Mobeorn asks. Then, "oops! Did I say that?" He colors. Then downs a very large gulp of his mead.
Cecilia looks over at Mobeorn in surprise, then back to Mogel. "Wedding? I didn't hear about that.. Congratulations!" She says cheerfully, reaching for her mug and finishing off the mead. "That's so wonderful for you!"
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel's face jerks toward Mobeorn as if he had forgotten about the presence of the other man. No doubt Mogel is fabulous on the field of battle. "I don't know, my father is still talking to Erik and..."
His attention jerks back toward Cecilia. Slowly, he furrows his brow as if trying to work something out. "Yes," he finally says politely. "It is wonderful."
[Mobeorn(#22365)] "Thought it was all settled already," Mobeorn mumbles into his mead of mug. A quick sideways glance is given to Cecilia. "There's some doubt about it happening?"
Her smile falters now, some of the open friendliness that the healer usually shows slipping as her gaze goes over to Mobeorn. "Wait.. " How many Erik's are there in town that are arranging marriages for young men. "No no.. you're joking." Cecilia says, sudden relief in her voice. "That's cute.. both of you." She says with a small laugh.
[Mogel(#30277)]
"No, they're just talking about when." Mogel is being pulled out of the vague daze that his mind is always in as he answers Mobeorn. He starts frowning down at Cecilia.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] "I see...how old are you again, Mogel? Have you fought on the pass? I know your father had hopes for you that way..." Mobeorn clears his throat, glancing to Cecilia. "I -told- you I avoid the village and the troubles of men. This is one of them."
Cecilia isn't smiling anymore. They don't confirm her suspicion of a joke and the young healer keeps looking between Mobeorn and Mogel. "You're not.. no.. My father would have said something to me first. I mean, how would you know anything, Mobeorn?" She shakes her head.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel frowns deeply at the both of them. He leans on one leg and folds his arms. His brows raise in a pointed way but he doesn't speak.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] "Uh...don't know. Something I heard your father say to Grimbeorn, I think," Mobeorn replies, with a shrug. His brows furrow. "You mean they didn't tell you that you two are betrothed?" Ever so subtle, this bear.
To her credit, Cecilia hasn't flipped out yet. But judging by the expression on her face a panic attack isn't far off. "I.. need to go find my father." She says, standing clumsily. The happy buzz has passed and she nearly knocks her chair over.
[Mogel(#30277)]
"They told ME," Mogel says in a bit of a pointed tone. "Why wouldn't they tell YOU?" He sniffs once, but a glance woudl tell anyone that this is probably only because his nose is running again.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] Mobeorn's chair -scrapes- loudly across the wooden floor as he edges back. Or tries to. "Humans..." he mutters, quickly downing the rest of his mead. "Well, that's between you two. And your fathers."
"I don't know!" Cecilia responds, her voice rising with her distress.. and the two full mugs of mead affecting her senses. "He never said anything to me.. this is all wrong." She moans, wringing her hands together now. "It's supposed to be romantic and perfect and-" She shakes her head again. "I have to go find my father." The healer starts for the door, a bit tipsy as she tries to move swiftly through the crowded room.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] Mobeorn's eyes follow the girl, but he doesn't stand up. Instead he turns brown eyes on Mogel. "You going to go after her or what? YOu going to grow up and be a man? Or sit there like the whining, sniveling piece of snot you appear to be?" He grins. Is he really insulting the son of the bear clan skald that way/
[Mogel(#30277)]
"She doesn't want me to go after her!" Mogel answers Mobeorn defensively, his lanky arm unfolding to gesture toward the door. After a moment, however, he rolls his eyes and turns to follow the girl, albeit at a slower pace than what she is going. "Cecilia!" he calls.
Cecilia shoves someone aside that's standing in front of the door with a frustrated growl, then yanks it open roughly and heads outside, ignoring the call of her name.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel gives a whiney growl of frustration and follows her out of the tavern, several steps behind.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] The shapeshifter sticks a hand up in the air, grinning at the barkeep to bring him more mead, and shaking his head as he watches Mogel whine on out the door after Cecilia. "Never work," he mutters to himself.
The young healer is upset, or perhaps distraught is a more apt term, and certainly the two full mugs of mead aren't helping her emotional sensibilities. She heads away from the tavern, heading north blindly because there are tears blurring her vision and she's barely choking back sobs of bitter disappointment. She loses momentum as she reaches one of the tall trees, leaning against it and burying her face in her arms.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mobel doesn't catch up to Cecelia until she stops, and then he halts some few yards behind her with a sigh. "Come on, Cecilia, it's not so bad," he says, reaching up to wipe his nose on his sleeve. "You don't hardly know a thing about me, so I don't know why you're acting like this."
Cecilia flinches when she hears his voice, and she knows, -knows- that she should be acting more mature about all of this. She's known forever that it would be arranged but somehow her expectations were at an impossible level and Mogel isn't at all what she had in mind. She gets a grip on her feelings and finally turns to face him, "I'm not mad at you. I'm not upset with you." She tries to force a smile with the lie, "I thought my father would tell me and I'm surprised.. that's all. Just surprised." The healer is blinking back more tears, trying to act mature.
[Mogel(#30277)]
"You didn't know that it was going to be arranged?" Mogel says, voice a little wet until he swallows. "I wasn't sure I would like it much either, but I'm sure everything will work out." His head bobs in a nod and he stars to walk closer. "My family will take care of you, don't worry."
"I didn't know who! He never told me.. " Cecilia backs up, or at least tries to because there's a tree in her way and she's too uncoordinated and wrapped up in her emotional breakdown at the moment to figure out how to get around it.
[Mogel(#30277)]
"So you really are upset only because it's me, Mogel Sveeson," he says bleakly. He doesn't come any closer, his hands hanging lankly down at his sides, and his runny-egg eyes look sad. And damp, of course.
If she wasn't halfway to drunk Cecilia would be handling this a lot better. It doesn't help that she was just flirting with her favorite beijibar, who happens to be heroic and popular. "No! No.. Just give me some time." She shakes her head, unable to meet his gaze for fear that he'll see how she really feels. Maybe he does already. "How long have you known?"
[Mogel(#30277)]
"Not long," Mogel says in a vague, sad sort of way. "I hadn't really... wanted it to be this way either. But our families are important, so that's what happens." He shrugs once and looks to the side.
Cecilia looks up at him, her eyes wet as well, but not from a runny nose. She asks in a quiet voice, "You don't want to get married?" If he's done any research at all he should know that the girl has been obsessed with everything to do with the wedding for a long time now, including inviting all her friends before she obviously even knew who the groom was.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel hesitates, then shrugs a shoulder. "I've, uh, thought of, uh, being married before. But I rather, uh, imagined that the girl would like me, when I thought of it." He slowly looks back at her. "Maybe we could try to learn to like each other?"
"I like you.." Cecilia responds, cringing on the inside but saying the words anyway. She puts another smile on her face. "Do you think you could do me a little favor?" The healer asks, using the sweet tone of voice that always gets her what she wants with men. "I left my coat back in the tavern."
[Mogel(#30277)]
"Um, yes?" Mogel says, glancing back toward the tavern. "Would you... like me to go get it?"
Cecilia nods quickly. "Do you mind? If I go back in there Mobeorn will laugh at me and tease me." She's still pressed against the tree, her hands clinging to the trunk behind her in a deathgrip. "Please, Mogel?"
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel looks doubtfully down at Cecilia, but finally nods. He turns with a sigh and trudges back to the tavern.
Once Mogel has shuffled off, Cecilia takes several long, slow breaths. She calms herself down and takes time to smooth her hair, wipe her eyes dry, and generally compose herself. When the warrior's son returns he'll find her standing in the same spot, but far more together emotionally.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel has a lanky walk, but he still seems to shuffle in it. "Here you go, Cecilia," he says politely enough, still sounding slightly sad. "This is it, right?" He offers the coat to her.
"Yes. Thank you." The healer takes the garment and pulls it on, somehow gaining comfort from the familiar coat. "I'm sorry for how I reacted. It was sweet of you to get my coat." She flicks a few careful glances at him, but they definitely lack the adoring sentiments that others have gotten from Cecilia. "Are you okay?" She asks.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogel slowly blinks down at her for a little while before answering with this: "I'll walk you home, Cecilia. It's late."
"You don't have to walk me home. You didn't go to the tavern to find me.. I'm sure." Cecilia says with a little laugh. "Did you?" She focuses her gaze up at him again, her face growing serious with the question.
[Mogel(#30277)]
Mogal shakes his head. "No." He swallows. "But I thought, since you were there, it might be nice if I said hello."
If he's sharp, he might see the flash of sudden disappointment in the daughter of the Tree Skald. Cecilia has been doted on by her father and four older brothers her whole life, and Mogel would have done better to lie. She gives him another sweet smile, "Go and have fun then. It's not as if we won't have time to talk later, right? I should be getting home anyway." She begins to take steps away as if watching to make certain he won't follow her home.
[Mogel(#30277)]
"Fine then. Good night." Mogel sighs again and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Be safe, Cecilia." He won't follow her, but he will stand in the darkness for a little while before going to the tavern and getting flat-out drunk.
Players: Cecilia, Mobeorn, Mogel
Located in: Beorning
