Elendor
Enlightening Thari
Thari and Ranol discuss Frarin's upcoming return, and the business with Ranor
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Location: Erebor
Description: It's late evening at Balur's home. The place is as quiet as a tomb, mainly because it is so well-constructed and vast that sounds from one end don't really echo to another.
Thari is in a hallway. It's the hallway with the door leading to Ranol's room, in fact. At the moment, she is standing there, hands on her hips, lips pressed, giving the door a bit of a scowl.
Ranol is inside. Presumably. He hasn't been seen leaving, so surely that's where the huskarl is?
Thari finally steps forward. Her face clears. She gives a bit of a tap-tap-tap at his door with her fingers.
Ranol answers the door, the scent of pipesmoke clinging to his clothes and a weary expression on his face. He smiles, though. "Thari... What do you need?" He asks, pulling the door open fully and stepping back.
Thari smiles at Ranol, her eyes a bit widened and confused. "Nothing... I just..." She gestures down the hall, hand a bit listless. "You... It's nice to have you visit..." she fumbles helplessly. "Why don't you come out sometimes to say hello? What's the matter?"
The smile fades and he turns away, and he speaks quietly. "I ran out of pipeweed. Do you have some I could share?" He asks softly.
"Not with me," Thari answers with regret. "I have some in the stores-- I don't often smoke at home. Not very ladylike. Gets in the clothes, too. Which is fine travelling." Every little sentence is added to fill the silence and she follows him a step into his room.
"Oh... I'm sorry. There's a hearth in here and I didn't think it would matter.. I guess I should have asked." Ranol looks around with a bleak expression on his face and he realizes he may have acted improper as a guest.
"What?" Thari asks blankly. She looks at the hearth as if it might give her a hint. Suddenly realization dawns and her brows lift. "Oh! No! It's fine! I meant that I didn't want pipesmoke in my gowns because everyone would know I've been smoking. Really can't get it out of fine cloth like petticoats either."
Ranol grins, relaxing. "Ah.. Petticoats. Well, I certainly need to worry about that. I best quit all together." He's speaking in jest, attempting to lighten the heavy mood as he shakes off troubling thoughts. "I'm sorry that I haven't .. ah.. socialized more. I don't want to impose."
"Your sister has been," Thari coaxes. "Do you usually just not like to? Socialize I mean? I've been worried. About you I mean."
There's a bit of an awkward pause, where she looks away guiltily as if prying, then suddenly brightens and says, "Frarin wrote!"
Ranol's face tightens, his blue eyes watching Thari carefully as the humor slips away. "Sometimes. Why are you worried? You should be thinking about Frarin and your future. What did he write about?" The huskarl remains evasive, trying to avoid burdening her with information that will likely upset her.
"Oh, he scolded me," Thari tells him with a wave of her hand. She is studying Ranol's face as if there were words written there, a fretful line still on her brow. "Which was rather nice because, frankly, all of our letters have been courteous so far and it's hardly been like him. He thinks Siv was the one who broke my ribs. But he's coming home!"
"He is? Great!" Ranol actually cheers at that news. "But.. why does he think Siv is responsible? What did you tell him?" The huskarl moves to a plush chair that's in the room and sits down, figuring she'll follow suit.
Thari moves across the room and sets herself upon a couch-- Ranol's room includes his own comfortable sitting-area. "I don't remember. It was right after the troll battle and I was frantic to warn him about the beast. I think I mentioned Siv too, so he must be confused."
Suddenly the cheerful expression dies on her face. "Is that why you're not coming out? Are you upset with me about Siv?"
Ranol blinks at her question after nodding along at the explanation. "What? No.. no. It has nothing to do with that. I'm not upset with you." He quickly shakes his head at her. "How long until Frarin is back?"
Thari sits there blinking at Ranol for a moment or two as well, then abruptly begins speaking again. "Soon, he said, I think. Here... Don't tell anyone I'm a great fool who carries around a lad's letters with her." A crinkling of paper, and she is withdrawing a bit of folded parchment from beneath her sash.
She unfolds and scans the letter, smiling once, her eyes softening. The smile dies. When she reaches the bottom, she looks up. "He said 'shortly.' And it's dated ten days ago. Perhaps he is already on his way!" There is unmistakeable excitement in her voice.
Ranol is smiling. "It could be! Frarin probably wouldn't have said it if he wasn't sure that he would be on his way very soon. What plans do you have for when he returns? Have you told your father?" The huskarl continues to guide the conversation away from himself, easy enough at the moment since he's interested in Frarin's travel plans as well.
Thari's grey eyes sparkle and she is smiling. Slowly the smile dies. "No..." she says, drawing the word out. "I haven't spoken to him much lately. He's busy..." There is some doubt in her voice.
"What?" Ranol asks, and to his credit he keeps his face remarkably blank. "What's the matter? I'm sure he would make time to talk with you. Your father is very.. accomodating." The pause is large, and defined, but Ranol likes to be sure of what he says about things, people especially.
Thari's eyes are troubled as she looks at Ranol. "Yes, he's a very good father," she agrees. A breath is taken and released. "I shouldn't ask about it, should I?"
"Ask about what? Frarin? I don't see why not. Your father knows that he's coming back." Ranol says with a small shrug. His shoulder is mending well, but it will be weeks yet before his arm with be strong enough to win freedom of the cast.
"No," Thari answers slowly, "I--" Her voice trails off. She gives a bit of a smile and folds the letter. "Well, I should leave you to your peace." She starts to stand, breath tightening a bit against the broken ribs.
"What, Thari?" Ranol asks, frowning now. "You don't have to leave. I'm sorry. What do you want to talk about?" He lifts his hand, rubbing the back of his neck.
Thari is already halfway to the door. She looks back, hand reaching for the nob. "Well, a lot of people in my family are suddenly all behaving oddly all a the same time, but I figure, since nobody told me anything, it's not really any of my business, so I won't try. I trust all of you," she finishes in an encouraging tone.
"They didn't tell you?" Ranol asks, surprised now. "Anything?" He hadn't wanted to drag her down with his moping, but he assumed that Thari at least knew the basics of what was going on.
"No..." answers Thari, dragging the word out again. She looks uncertainly between the door and her cousin. "You didn't either," she points out. "So it must not be my business."
"I figured you knew.. Some of it." He scrubs his fingers through his hair, sighing. "My father.. he's in a bad way with money again. Not as bad as before but it's more than he can handle." Ranol explains in a meandering fashion, as if hesitant to voice it. "More than I can.." He stands, but his gaze is wandering. "Remember when I asked to meet with your father, weeks ago?"
Thari is still standing there, her fingers resting, forgotten, on the doorknob. She slowly nods, watching him.
"I was asking him advice on investing, to see if I could do something, but I can't. I don't make enough and .. Your father went to talk with mine. He.. your brother, actually.. beat him up. My father is furious." Ranol shakes his head again, his thoughts scattered. "He doesn't know that I went to your father, but-.. It doesn't matter now, I can't live there anymore. Panor is here until he calms down.. or maybe I'll see if I can find a place for the two of us to share."
Thari's eyes widen and then blink once or twice. "Olur beat him up?" she says, voice lifted into bewildered shock. "And Papa knows?"
"Nalur did.. I think. Olur was there, though. So was your father." Ranol walks over to the hearth in an almost troubled, pacing fashion. "He probably- no.. I'm sure he deserved it. It's just difficult to know how to feel about it. You understand that, right?" He pauses to look at Thari and watch her reaction.
"Nalur?" Shock upon shock! Thari's hand drops. "He-- well he must have deserved it if Nalur did it. But-- yes?" She nods hesitantly toward Ranol. "I-- understand?"
"He's my -father-. He's misguided and makes bad decisions and .. I know this! But what kind of person am I if I turn my back on him?" Ranol clenches his right hand tightly, "It could all be my fault. Maybe not. I just don't know. I'm going to go for a walk.." He moves to collect his cloak from where it's laying on the bed.
Thari opens the door then, stepping aside to allow him room. "I'm sorry, Ranol," she whispers, half to herself, her eyes wide as she watches him.
Ranol brushes past her, on a mission now. He does pause though, turning to look back at her. "I'm not upset with you.. I just need time alone. I'm going to visit my grandfather." Then he leaves. It would take some petty Zinbar folks indeed to stop the huskarl from visiting the clan crypts.
Thari nods for Ranol, her eyes full of heartache, but says nothing as he goes.
Thari is in a hallway. It's the hallway with the door leading to Ranol's room, in fact. At the moment, she is standing there, hands on her hips, lips pressed, giving the door a bit of a scowl.
Ranol is inside. Presumably. He hasn't been seen leaving, so surely that's where the huskarl is?
Thari finally steps forward. Her face clears. She gives a bit of a tap-tap-tap at his door with her fingers.
Ranol answers the door, the scent of pipesmoke clinging to his clothes and a weary expression on his face. He smiles, though. "Thari... What do you need?" He asks, pulling the door open fully and stepping back.
Thari smiles at Ranol, her eyes a bit widened and confused. "Nothing... I just..." She gestures down the hall, hand a bit listless. "You... It's nice to have you visit..." she fumbles helplessly. "Why don't you come out sometimes to say hello? What's the matter?"
The smile fades and he turns away, and he speaks quietly. "I ran out of pipeweed. Do you have some I could share?" He asks softly.
"Not with me," Thari answers with regret. "I have some in the stores-- I don't often smoke at home. Not very ladylike. Gets in the clothes, too. Which is fine travelling." Every little sentence is added to fill the silence and she follows him a step into his room.
"Oh... I'm sorry. There's a hearth in here and I didn't think it would matter.. I guess I should have asked." Ranol looks around with a bleak expression on his face and he realizes he may have acted improper as a guest.
"What?" Thari asks blankly. She looks at the hearth as if it might give her a hint. Suddenly realization dawns and her brows lift. "Oh! No! It's fine! I meant that I didn't want pipesmoke in my gowns because everyone would know I've been smoking. Really can't get it out of fine cloth like petticoats either."
Ranol grins, relaxing. "Ah.. Petticoats. Well, I certainly need to worry about that. I best quit all together." He's speaking in jest, attempting to lighten the heavy mood as he shakes off troubling thoughts. "I'm sorry that I haven't .. ah.. socialized more. I don't want to impose."
"Your sister has been," Thari coaxes. "Do you usually just not like to? Socialize I mean? I've been worried. About you I mean."
There's a bit of an awkward pause, where she looks away guiltily as if prying, then suddenly brightens and says, "Frarin wrote!"
Ranol's face tightens, his blue eyes watching Thari carefully as the humor slips away. "Sometimes. Why are you worried? You should be thinking about Frarin and your future. What did he write about?" The huskarl remains evasive, trying to avoid burdening her with information that will likely upset her.
"Oh, he scolded me," Thari tells him with a wave of her hand. She is studying Ranol's face as if there were words written there, a fretful line still on her brow. "Which was rather nice because, frankly, all of our letters have been courteous so far and it's hardly been like him. He thinks Siv was the one who broke my ribs. But he's coming home!"
"He is? Great!" Ranol actually cheers at that news. "But.. why does he think Siv is responsible? What did you tell him?" The huskarl moves to a plush chair that's in the room and sits down, figuring she'll follow suit.
Thari moves across the room and sets herself upon a couch-- Ranol's room includes his own comfortable sitting-area. "I don't remember. It was right after the troll battle and I was frantic to warn him about the beast. I think I mentioned Siv too, so he must be confused."
Suddenly the cheerful expression dies on her face. "Is that why you're not coming out? Are you upset with me about Siv?"
Ranol blinks at her question after nodding along at the explanation. "What? No.. no. It has nothing to do with that. I'm not upset with you." He quickly shakes his head at her. "How long until Frarin is back?"
Thari sits there blinking at Ranol for a moment or two as well, then abruptly begins speaking again. "Soon, he said, I think. Here... Don't tell anyone I'm a great fool who carries around a lad's letters with her." A crinkling of paper, and she is withdrawing a bit of folded parchment from beneath her sash.
She unfolds and scans the letter, smiling once, her eyes softening. The smile dies. When she reaches the bottom, she looks up. "He said 'shortly.' And it's dated ten days ago. Perhaps he is already on his way!" There is unmistakeable excitement in her voice.
Ranol is smiling. "It could be! Frarin probably wouldn't have said it if he wasn't sure that he would be on his way very soon. What plans do you have for when he returns? Have you told your father?" The huskarl continues to guide the conversation away from himself, easy enough at the moment since he's interested in Frarin's travel plans as well.
Thari's grey eyes sparkle and she is smiling. Slowly the smile dies. "No..." she says, drawing the word out. "I haven't spoken to him much lately. He's busy..." There is some doubt in her voice.
"What?" Ranol asks, and to his credit he keeps his face remarkably blank. "What's the matter? I'm sure he would make time to talk with you. Your father is very.. accomodating." The pause is large, and defined, but Ranol likes to be sure of what he says about things, people especially.
Thari's eyes are troubled as she looks at Ranol. "Yes, he's a very good father," she agrees. A breath is taken and released. "I shouldn't ask about it, should I?"
"Ask about what? Frarin? I don't see why not. Your father knows that he's coming back." Ranol says with a small shrug. His shoulder is mending well, but it will be weeks yet before his arm with be strong enough to win freedom of the cast.
"No," Thari answers slowly, "I--" Her voice trails off. She gives a bit of a smile and folds the letter. "Well, I should leave you to your peace." She starts to stand, breath tightening a bit against the broken ribs.
"What, Thari?" Ranol asks, frowning now. "You don't have to leave. I'm sorry. What do you want to talk about?" He lifts his hand, rubbing the back of his neck.
Thari is already halfway to the door. She looks back, hand reaching for the nob. "Well, a lot of people in my family are suddenly all behaving oddly all a the same time, but I figure, since nobody told me anything, it's not really any of my business, so I won't try. I trust all of you," she finishes in an encouraging tone.
"They didn't tell you?" Ranol asks, surprised now. "Anything?" He hadn't wanted to drag her down with his moping, but he assumed that Thari at least knew the basics of what was going on.
"No..." answers Thari, dragging the word out again. She looks uncertainly between the door and her cousin. "You didn't either," she points out. "So it must not be my business."
"I figured you knew.. Some of it." He scrubs his fingers through his hair, sighing. "My father.. he's in a bad way with money again. Not as bad as before but it's more than he can handle." Ranol explains in a meandering fashion, as if hesitant to voice it. "More than I can.." He stands, but his gaze is wandering. "Remember when I asked to meet with your father, weeks ago?"
Thari is still standing there, her fingers resting, forgotten, on the doorknob. She slowly nods, watching him.
"I was asking him advice on investing, to see if I could do something, but I can't. I don't make enough and .. Your father went to talk with mine. He.. your brother, actually.. beat him up. My father is furious." Ranol shakes his head again, his thoughts scattered. "He doesn't know that I went to your father, but-.. It doesn't matter now, I can't live there anymore. Panor is here until he calms down.. or maybe I'll see if I can find a place for the two of us to share."
Thari's eyes widen and then blink once or twice. "Olur beat him up?" she says, voice lifted into bewildered shock. "And Papa knows?"
"Nalur did.. I think. Olur was there, though. So was your father." Ranol walks over to the hearth in an almost troubled, pacing fashion. "He probably- no.. I'm sure he deserved it. It's just difficult to know how to feel about it. You understand that, right?" He pauses to look at Thari and watch her reaction.
"Nalur?" Shock upon shock! Thari's hand drops. "He-- well he must have deserved it if Nalur did it. But-- yes?" She nods hesitantly toward Ranol. "I-- understand?"
"He's my -father-. He's misguided and makes bad decisions and .. I know this! But what kind of person am I if I turn my back on him?" Ranol clenches his right hand tightly, "It could all be my fault. Maybe not. I just don't know. I'm going to go for a walk.." He moves to collect his cloak from where it's laying on the bed.
Thari opens the door then, stepping aside to allow him room. "I'm sorry, Ranol," she whispers, half to herself, her eyes wide as she watches him.
Ranol brushes past her, on a mission now. He does pause though, turning to look back at her. "I'm not upset with you.. I just need time alone. I'm going to visit my grandfather." Then he leaves. It would take some petty Zinbar folks indeed to stop the huskarl from visiting the clan crypts.
Thari nods for Ranol, her eyes full of heartache, but says nothing as he goes.
Players: Thari, Ranol
Located in: Erebor
