Elendor
Looking ahead
Gidon asks Brev to accompany him and his father to Dale the Dunlending has an issue to raise with Owain
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Location: Anduin Valley (Village Crossroads)
Game Date: November 3047
IC Time: Evening
Description:
Real time is: Fri Sep 04 23:35:22 2009 - Weather in the Beorning realm is: CLEAR
Elendor time is: Evening on Mersday of Autumn - November 11, 3047
[Nob(#16122)] It's evening, late but not too late - and the incessant never-ending eternal rain has finally stopped, at least for a little while. The sky is clear and stars fill the blackness, nearly as bright as a moon might be - and the lack of clouds means it is cold.
Gidon's breath rises in clouds of thin smoke as he hurries across the roadway (the ground slowly freezing to stone).
[Owain(#32501)]
"Gidon!" calls a voice-- Owain's voice, for there he is, just to the east. "Where are you hurrying to? I've been meaning to find you."
Brev's steps are rather slower, and he stops to pull his worn dun cloak a little about him. At the sound of Owain's voice he glances round, hesitates then slips round to the far side of the oak for a moment, ostensibly adjusting his cloak-pin as he leans against it. Perhaps he figures the answer will depend on his presence.
[Nob(#16122)] The boy stops, and turns around, and misses Brev entirely. "Da," he says. "What're you wantin'?" There is a bit of a smile on his face, a bit more of strain around his eyes. As for why he is hurrying... "S'cold out here."
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain, too, misses Brev, so focused is he on Gidon. "Let's get ye in then. I'll walk with ye." He turns beside Gidon and starts toward town. "Gidon, my lad, you've gone in with some rough fellows, haven't you? I think you ought to come with me."
Brev, his cloak re-pinned, waits to step out ... at Owain's comment he halts. The corners of his mouth twitches slightly.
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon's face warms as his father comes to walk beside him, then stills to something like wariness. "Who d'you mean?" he asks, and then, "Come where?"
But there is something else on his mind, and he barely waits for an answer before continuing, "Da, I talked t'that feller, th'really big one an' he said the passes are closed an' y'got t'pay for a guide goin' over in th'spring."
[Owain(#32501)]
"Come stay with me while we're here, come away with me to leave..." Owain wraps his cloak about himself closer. "I know about t'pay, Gidon. We'll get the money, and in other places, too, where hunting is needed." His head is down, his shoulders hunched as he walks.
It is at this point that Brev chooses to make his presence known. Emerging from the shadows, he heads toward the other pair with even strides that cover the ground between them easily. "Evening," he offers politely.
[Nob(#16122)] There is a pause. Gidon's eyes slide towards his father. "I thought," he is starting to say, quietly, painfully, "Maybe you...." The words are cut off abruptly at Brev's arrival the boy staring at the Dunlending for a long minute, before offering him a silent smile, swiftly gone.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain looks to the newcomer and what little confidence he has seems to visibly leak from him. "Evening, Brev," he mutters. "Havin' a talk with my son."
At Gidon's stare, Brev quirks a brow. "What?" The smile is noted, and returned - unlike the lad's, it lingers on his lips. At Owain's words he nods. "Fair enough." He does not, however, have the courtesy to go away. "Decided where the pair of you will be going?"
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon swallows, then plucks up his courage. "Brev," he says. "There be folk east of here. There might be fightin' men, like you want. If..." He hesitates, looks at his father again, and then says swiftly before he changes his mind. "If we go t'lookin' for m'Mam's folk, will you come with us?" And waits the very air quivering with his intensity.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain frowns when Gidon answers, then looks at Brev, his brows lowered.
Brev's smile fades a little. "That depends" ... he glances toward the frowning Owain, "on if I'm asked."
[Nob(#16122)] "I'm askin," Gidon persists. He looks again at Owain, and reaches out to touch the man's fore-arm with his left hand. That high, he can manage. "Y'don' mind, do you, Da? Be good t'travel with more folk, tis safer.." These last words, he says as ones learned by listening to others. "An'..." he hesitates.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain's mouth presses into a stubborn frown, but at Gidon's touch, he looks at his son and his face relaxes a bit. "Aye," he says reluctantly. "I suppose 'tis true..."
Brev shrugs. "Might as well." The words sound casual, but Gidon is given a fond glance. "Say travel's character-forming, don't they? I must have quite the character by now." He grins.
Besides," the grin fades as he looks to Owain, and his voice is carefully level, "I want to see the lad's well provided for."
[Nob(#16122)] Hope at Owain's agreement, Brev's shrug, flames into joy on Gidon's face. And so he can say, stoutly, "Da always done good for me." He turns his smile to his father. "Ain't you?" he asks. "'Member that cat as screamed in th'woods? He got it in one shot."
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain mumbles something after Brev speaks so carefully, but he rallies with a smile at Gidon's speech. "Looked after you since you was young, I did. Big cat, too!"
Brev snorts at Gidon's first words. "Lad, judging by you, I've no doubt your father's a fine hunter. Had to learn somewhere, didn't you." There is rough amusement in his voice.
That fades, though, when he looks back to Owain, his features hardening and a sudden intensity in his gaze. "I'm not asking why you left Bree. Figure there was trouble - blood, property, women .. it's all the same to me. But why ..." His glance slips almost imperceptibly toward Gidon, and the words trail off.
[Nob(#16122)] Some of Gidon's shyness, and embarrassment at compliments, has worn off. Either that, or he is too delighted to remember to be embarrassed just at this minute and he grins at Brev, nodding. "Taught me ever'thing I know," he says. "Not spear, course." He falls silent as the Dunlending speaks to Owain, though he doesn't seem to notice the implied question - his father has said he left to look for his mother's people, and that is enough.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain looks vaguely away, laying a hand on Gidon's shoulder. "Can't say," he says politely enough, then starts walking toward town again, guiding the boy by his touch.
Brev's jaw sets at Owain's answer. "And can't say when it'll happen again? Kiern! He's not a piece of baggage to be dumped whenever you no longer have need for it. He deserves more than that." The words - and indeed the person, for Brev matches pace with his two companions - follow the man as he retreats.
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon goes willingly - after all, it's cold, and getting colder as the night wears on! But his steps falter a little at Brev's words, and he looks uncertainly from Owain to the other man, and then fixes his eyes on his feet.
[Owain(#32501)]
"Bagg--!" Owain cuts himself off and turns, dropping his hand from Gidon's shoulder to face Brev. He takes several long, slow breaths. "You're a cruel man to be saying such things where it might hurt the lad, aren't you?" he says, low and steady.
"Yes." That single word comes swift from Brev's lips, and then hard on the heels of it, "Kiern, if I thought you'd talk to me alone don't you think I'd have tried?" He pauses, glances from the angry Owain to the drooped shoulders of Gidon. "But he's no child. Has the makings of a fine man. And it's time some questions were answered."
[Nob(#16122)] The boy stops when his father's hand drops from his shoulder. After a few minutes, he turns, and his eyes go to Brev, and then to Owain. "Da...?" he says, but nothing more, and there is pleading in his face.
[Owain(#32501)]
"I gave my answers," Owain says in the low and rough voice. "To the one I owes 'em to. I gave my regrets, too. I've none more to give but those." He wraps his cloak about him tighter and begins to the town once more.
Brev watches Owain start to leave. "I think you have one more thing to give." His Common, tight and tense, loses a little of its sing-song quality. "Your promise that it will never happen again."
He looks to Gidon's pleading face, and shrugs. Apology? Regret? Hard to tell. "Gidon knows that he's got a place in Dunland. He'd /rather/ be with his father - but 'rather' didn't help much last time, did it? Need more than that."
[Nob(#16122)] The boy is silent now, saying nothing, not yet following Owain. Waiting rather. He straightens his shoulders, and lifts his chin.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain turns again, his shoulders hunched, and looks back at Gidon. "Is that what you'd rather, son, to live with the man in some strange forn place instead of staying with me a bit before we go on home?"
Brev, not included in the question, snorts nevertheless. "Think he'd have crossed the Mountains and travelled half the world to do that?" he mutters softly in Owain's direction.
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon flinches, then steadies himself. "Brev's my friend," he says simply. "I want t'be with you, but you said you din't want t'be goin' home. An' I don' know... I don' know if you want me t'be goin' with you. Maybe you want t'be just your ownself. All - all I want - Da, I want t'be with you, but don' go away an' leave me somewhere's out here, like you done there. I know th'swamps an' wood, I were fine, but I don' know enough for here." His voice falters sometimes, but he says it all, save for his loneliness and the fear that Owain was dead and takes a step towards his father.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain's eyes show his guilt and his own hurt as he steps toward his son. His hand reaches for Gidon's shoulder again. "I only left you as where you was safe, Gidon. I never wished for you to do this. I won't leave you in an unsafe place." His voice grows more gruff. "Don't want ye there. Come with me, now, come home with me."
Brev, standing on the sidelines, says nothing at all. The muscle has started twitching in his cheek, but for once he does not lift a hand to smooth the irritation away.
[Nob(#16122)] Confused, feeling both reassured and not by Owain's words, Gidon moves towards town at his father's urging. He casts a look back over his shoulder at Brev, apologetically.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain turns and walks toward town now without a backward glance at Brev, though he does look down at Gidon. His hand is still on his son's shoulder.
Brev notes Gidon's glance, and returns it with a nod, as he goes on his way, his footsteps taking him in a slightly different direction from the other pair. Perhaps, just for once, the man is showing a little consideration for others.
Real time is: Sun Sep 06 14:40:35 2009 - Weather in the Beorning realm is: OVERCAST
[Nob(#16122)] It's dawn, of a fair day. The frost fell heavily in the night, and now the world glitters and sparkles, every blade of grass, every twig, heavily furred and white. Gidon is squatting on the front step of the Inn, doing nothing. Nothing that is, but looking around him. There is a single set of footprints leading from where he sits off into the town - this must be the way he has come.
The shuffle of feet and creak of the door behind him provide alert of another's coming. Brev pauses in the doorway a moment, then eases it carefully shut, watching his breath steam in the frosty air. "Morning," he greets the lad. "Not been there all night, I hope? You don't /look/ like an icicle."
[Nob(#16122)] The boy looks over his shoulder, then grins. "Nope," he says, and stands up. "Cold, ain't it?"
"Aye." Brev returns the grin. "Clear though. Can't believe how little snow they've had so far. In Dunland most villages would be half-buried by now."
He watches the glittering world a little longer, then asks quietly, without turning to look at the Bree youth directly, "You had that promise yet?"
[Nob(#16122)] "Snow's a lot in Bree, too," Gidon agrees. There is a stillness then, and finally the boy says, "He said he won't go off an' leave me out here nowhere." Another pause. "He don' say if he'll ever go back t'Bree don't say if he do, he won' leave there again." If Brev looks, he will see that Gidon is looking steadily across the frosty land, to the edges of the forest just beyond. Now he turns his head a little so he can see the other man. "Only," he says slowly. "If he don' want t'go back... I shouldn' try t'make him." There is a bit of a question in this last sentence, as if the boy has been thinking hard, but isn't quite certain of his conclusions. "Be like makin' you stay here, stead of going t'find Carac again."
Brev is listening, but still not quite looking. He appears to be admiring the frost-rimed twigs of the Great Oak. At the hint of question in Gidon's tone, he turns back to face him. "Aye, that's a fair assessment," he says slowly, once Gidon's done. "Except," he pauses, eyes the lad before him, then continues carefully, "you left out one thing. Might just dump you in next town he considers 'safe'. Then he shakes his head and bursts out, "Kiern! You're just like Caval, always thinking the best of men. Me, your Da ... Mostly it's not true."
[Nob(#16122)] The boy looks startled. "Well," he says, "mostly they is. Only that one feller." He touches his arm under the vast cloak, then shrugs. Then he looks up at Brev almost shyly. "If we go t'that place east, an' Mam's folk ain't there, happen we could go back with you? Maybe'd find them there?" His face twitches a little at the thought of being 'dumped', here in a strange land only barely able to keep himself. "Won' let him," he says sturdily, squashing down the fear that thought brings.
Brev listens to Gidon's words, but his expression is distant, abstracted. At the mention of 'finding them' he blinks. "Who?" He rubs at eyes as though clearing the sleep. "If," he says steadily, "/if/ you don't find your kin, then come back and welcome." For a brief moment his lips quirk into a smile, then solemnity returns. "Don't reckon it's what your Da has in mind, though." He lets that thought sink in, then shrugs. "Ach, you know him better than I. Kiern, it's cold out here. I'd best get some wood so they can build the fire up."
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon nods seriously, then his face lightens in a sudden grin. "Sides," he says, "You're coming with us, so Da can' just go off nowheres an' leave me." As to whether or not his father really /wants/ to go to Dunland... the boy leaves this for another day. Who knows what may come. At the mention of cold though, he shivers suddenly, and nods. "I'll help," he says.
Village Crossroads
You stand at the crossroads of the Beorning township that is situated in this part of Middle-Earth. To the east lies the forest of Mirkwood and all the wonders that lurk within. To the west lies the mighty Anduin River and beyond the soaring peaks of the Misty Mountains jut skyward.
The night air is fresh and the breeze is cool here at the Village Crossroads. The Massive Oak tree tends to obscure the stars and moon from shining down, but many lanterns sparkle and provide ample light to see by. On one corner of the crossroads lies the Great Bear Inn. Sounds of revelry can be heard emanating from within, and the warm glow seen through it's windows is very enticing. Opposite the Inn can be found the stables. A lantern hangs upon it's door, suggesting that it is still open, despite the onset of darkness. As you gaze to both the north and the south, you can see that much more of the town lies beyond where you stand at this moment.
The sky is clear. The midnight autumn air is warm around you. The moon is not visible.
Obvious exits:
Northeast leads to Stables.
Southeast leads to Great Bear Inn - Entrance Hall.
South leads to Southern Village.
North leads to Northern Village.
East leads to Anduin Road, East of Village.
West leads to Anduin East Bank.
Real time is: Fri Sep 04 23:35:22 2009 - Weather in the Beorning realm is: CLEAR
Elendor time is: Evening on Mersday of Autumn - November 11, 3047
[Nob(#16122)] It's evening, late but not too late - and the incessant never-ending eternal rain has finally stopped, at least for a little while. The sky is clear and stars fill the blackness, nearly as bright as a moon might be - and the lack of clouds means it is cold.
Gidon's breath rises in clouds of thin smoke as he hurries across the roadway (the ground slowly freezing to stone).
[Owain(#32501)]
"Gidon!" calls a voice-- Owain's voice, for there he is, just to the east. "Where are you hurrying to? I've been meaning to find you."
Brev's steps are rather slower, and he stops to pull his worn dun cloak a little about him. At the sound of Owain's voice he glances round, hesitates then slips round to the far side of the oak for a moment, ostensibly adjusting his cloak-pin as he leans against it. Perhaps he figures the answer will depend on his presence.
[Nob(#16122)] The boy stops, and turns around, and misses Brev entirely. "Da," he says. "What're you wantin'?" There is a bit of a smile on his face, a bit more of strain around his eyes. As for why he is hurrying... "S'cold out here."
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain, too, misses Brev, so focused is he on Gidon. "Let's get ye in then. I'll walk with ye." He turns beside Gidon and starts toward town. "Gidon, my lad, you've gone in with some rough fellows, haven't you? I think you ought to come with me."
Brev, his cloak re-pinned, waits to step out ... at Owain's comment he halts. The corners of his mouth twitches slightly.
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon's face warms as his father comes to walk beside him, then stills to something like wariness. "Who d'you mean?" he asks, and then, "Come where?"
But there is something else on his mind, and he barely waits for an answer before continuing, "Da, I talked t'that feller, th'really big one an' he said the passes are closed an' y'got t'pay for a guide goin' over in th'spring."
[Owain(#32501)]
"Come stay with me while we're here, come away with me to leave..." Owain wraps his cloak about himself closer. "I know about t'pay, Gidon. We'll get the money, and in other places, too, where hunting is needed." His head is down, his shoulders hunched as he walks.
It is at this point that Brev chooses to make his presence known. Emerging from the shadows, he heads toward the other pair with even strides that cover the ground between them easily. "Evening," he offers politely.
[Nob(#16122)] There is a pause. Gidon's eyes slide towards his father. "I thought," he is starting to say, quietly, painfully, "Maybe you...." The words are cut off abruptly at Brev's arrival the boy staring at the Dunlending for a long minute, before offering him a silent smile, swiftly gone.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain looks to the newcomer and what little confidence he has seems to visibly leak from him. "Evening, Brev," he mutters. "Havin' a talk with my son."
At Gidon's stare, Brev quirks a brow. "What?" The smile is noted, and returned - unlike the lad's, it lingers on his lips. At Owain's words he nods. "Fair enough." He does not, however, have the courtesy to go away. "Decided where the pair of you will be going?"
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon swallows, then plucks up his courage. "Brev," he says. "There be folk east of here. There might be fightin' men, like you want. If..." He hesitates, looks at his father again, and then says swiftly before he changes his mind. "If we go t'lookin' for m'Mam's folk, will you come with us?" And waits the very air quivering with his intensity.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain frowns when Gidon answers, then looks at Brev, his brows lowered.
Brev's smile fades a little. "That depends" ... he glances toward the frowning Owain, "on if I'm asked."
[Nob(#16122)] "I'm askin," Gidon persists. He looks again at Owain, and reaches out to touch the man's fore-arm with his left hand. That high, he can manage. "Y'don' mind, do you, Da? Be good t'travel with more folk, tis safer.." These last words, he says as ones learned by listening to others. "An'..." he hesitates.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain's mouth presses into a stubborn frown, but at Gidon's touch, he looks at his son and his face relaxes a bit. "Aye," he says reluctantly. "I suppose 'tis true..."
Brev shrugs. "Might as well." The words sound casual, but Gidon is given a fond glance. "Say travel's character-forming, don't they? I must have quite the character by now." He grins.
Besides," the grin fades as he looks to Owain, and his voice is carefully level, "I want to see the lad's well provided for."
[Nob(#16122)] Hope at Owain's agreement, Brev's shrug, flames into joy on Gidon's face. And so he can say, stoutly, "Da always done good for me." He turns his smile to his father. "Ain't you?" he asks. "'Member that cat as screamed in th'woods? He got it in one shot."
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain mumbles something after Brev speaks so carefully, but he rallies with a smile at Gidon's speech. "Looked after you since you was young, I did. Big cat, too!"
Brev snorts at Gidon's first words. "Lad, judging by you, I've no doubt your father's a fine hunter. Had to learn somewhere, didn't you." There is rough amusement in his voice.
That fades, though, when he looks back to Owain, his features hardening and a sudden intensity in his gaze. "I'm not asking why you left Bree. Figure there was trouble - blood, property, women .. it's all the same to me. But why ..." His glance slips almost imperceptibly toward Gidon, and the words trail off.
[Nob(#16122)] Some of Gidon's shyness, and embarrassment at compliments, has worn off. Either that, or he is too delighted to remember to be embarrassed just at this minute and he grins at Brev, nodding. "Taught me ever'thing I know," he says. "Not spear, course." He falls silent as the Dunlending speaks to Owain, though he doesn't seem to notice the implied question - his father has said he left to look for his mother's people, and that is enough.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain looks vaguely away, laying a hand on Gidon's shoulder. "Can't say," he says politely enough, then starts walking toward town again, guiding the boy by his touch.
Brev's jaw sets at Owain's answer. "And can't say when it'll happen again? Kiern! He's not a piece of baggage to be dumped whenever you no longer have need for it. He deserves more than that." The words - and indeed the person, for Brev matches pace with his two companions - follow the man as he retreats.
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon goes willingly - after all, it's cold, and getting colder as the night wears on! But his steps falter a little at Brev's words, and he looks uncertainly from Owain to the other man, and then fixes his eyes on his feet.
[Owain(#32501)]
"Bagg--!" Owain cuts himself off and turns, dropping his hand from Gidon's shoulder to face Brev. He takes several long, slow breaths. "You're a cruel man to be saying such things where it might hurt the lad, aren't you?" he says, low and steady.
"Yes." That single word comes swift from Brev's lips, and then hard on the heels of it, "Kiern, if I thought you'd talk to me alone don't you think I'd have tried?" He pauses, glances from the angry Owain to the drooped shoulders of Gidon. "But he's no child. Has the makings of a fine man. And it's time some questions were answered."
[Nob(#16122)] The boy stops when his father's hand drops from his shoulder. After a few minutes, he turns, and his eyes go to Brev, and then to Owain. "Da...?" he says, but nothing more, and there is pleading in his face.
[Owain(#32501)]
"I gave my answers," Owain says in the low and rough voice. "To the one I owes 'em to. I gave my regrets, too. I've none more to give but those." He wraps his cloak about him tighter and begins to the town once more.
Brev watches Owain start to leave. "I think you have one more thing to give." His Common, tight and tense, loses a little of its sing-song quality. "Your promise that it will never happen again."
He looks to Gidon's pleading face, and shrugs. Apology? Regret? Hard to tell. "Gidon knows that he's got a place in Dunland. He'd /rather/ be with his father - but 'rather' didn't help much last time, did it? Need more than that."
[Nob(#16122)] The boy is silent now, saying nothing, not yet following Owain. Waiting rather. He straightens his shoulders, and lifts his chin.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain turns again, his shoulders hunched, and looks back at Gidon. "Is that what you'd rather, son, to live with the man in some strange forn place instead of staying with me a bit before we go on home?"
Brev, not included in the question, snorts nevertheless. "Think he'd have crossed the Mountains and travelled half the world to do that?" he mutters softly in Owain's direction.
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon flinches, then steadies himself. "Brev's my friend," he says simply. "I want t'be with you, but you said you din't want t'be goin' home. An' I don' know... I don' know if you want me t'be goin' with you. Maybe you want t'be just your ownself. All - all I want - Da, I want t'be with you, but don' go away an' leave me somewhere's out here, like you done there. I know th'swamps an' wood, I were fine, but I don' know enough for here." His voice falters sometimes, but he says it all, save for his loneliness and the fear that Owain was dead and takes a step towards his father.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain's eyes show his guilt and his own hurt as he steps toward his son. His hand reaches for Gidon's shoulder again. "I only left you as where you was safe, Gidon. I never wished for you to do this. I won't leave you in an unsafe place." His voice grows more gruff. "Don't want ye there. Come with me, now, come home with me."
Brev, standing on the sidelines, says nothing at all. The muscle has started twitching in his cheek, but for once he does not lift a hand to smooth the irritation away.
[Nob(#16122)] Confused, feeling both reassured and not by Owain's words, Gidon moves towards town at his father's urging. He casts a look back over his shoulder at Brev, apologetically.
[Owain(#32501)]
Owain turns and walks toward town now without a backward glance at Brev, though he does look down at Gidon. His hand is still on his son's shoulder.
Brev notes Gidon's glance, and returns it with a nod, as he goes on his way, his footsteps taking him in a slightly different direction from the other pair. Perhaps, just for once, the man is showing a little consideration for others.
Real time is: Sun Sep 06 14:40:35 2009 - Weather in the Beorning realm is: OVERCAST
Elendor time is: Morning on Trewsday of Autumn - November 16, 3047
[Nob(#16122)] It's dawn, of a fair day. The frost fell heavily in the night, and now the world glitters and sparkles, every blade of grass, every twig, heavily furred and white. Gidon is squatting on the front step of the Inn, doing nothing. Nothing that is, but looking around him. There is a single set of footprints leading from where he sits off into the town - this must be the way he has come.
The shuffle of feet and creak of the door behind him provide alert of another's coming. Brev pauses in the doorway a moment, then eases it carefully shut, watching his breath steam in the frosty air. "Morning," he greets the lad. "Not been there all night, I hope? You don't /look/ like an icicle."
[Nob(#16122)] The boy looks over his shoulder, then grins. "Nope," he says, and stands up. "Cold, ain't it?"
"Aye." Brev returns the grin. "Clear though. Can't believe how little snow they've had so far. In Dunland most villages would be half-buried by now."
He watches the glittering world a little longer, then asks quietly, without turning to look at the Bree youth directly, "You had that promise yet?"
[Nob(#16122)] "Snow's a lot in Bree, too," Gidon agrees. There is a stillness then, and finally the boy says, "He said he won't go off an' leave me out here nowhere." Another pause. "He don' say if he'll ever go back t'Bree don't say if he do, he won' leave there again." If Brev looks, he will see that Gidon is looking steadily across the frosty land, to the edges of the forest just beyond. Now he turns his head a little so he can see the other man. "Only," he says slowly. "If he don' want t'go back... I shouldn' try t'make him." There is a bit of a question in this last sentence, as if the boy has been thinking hard, but isn't quite certain of his conclusions. "Be like makin' you stay here, stead of going t'find Carac again."
Brev is listening, but still not quite looking. He appears to be admiring the frost-rimed twigs of the Great Oak. At the hint of question in Gidon's tone, he turns back to face him. "Aye, that's a fair assessment," he says slowly, once Gidon's done. "Except," he pauses, eyes the lad before him, then continues carefully, "you left out one thing. Might just dump you in next town he considers 'safe'. Then he shakes his head and bursts out, "Kiern! You're just like Caval, always thinking the best of men. Me, your Da ... Mostly it's not true."
[Nob(#16122)] The boy looks startled. "Well," he says, "mostly they is. Only that one feller." He touches his arm under the vast cloak, then shrugs. Then he looks up at Brev almost shyly. "If we go t'that place east, an' Mam's folk ain't there, happen we could go back with you? Maybe'd find them there?" His face twitches a little at the thought of being 'dumped', here in a strange land only barely able to keep himself. "Won' let him," he says sturdily, squashing down the fear that thought brings.
Brev listens to Gidon's words, but his expression is distant, abstracted. At the mention of 'finding them' he blinks. "Who?" He rubs at eyes as though clearing the sleep. "If," he says steadily, "/if/ you don't find your kin, then come back and welcome." For a brief moment his lips quirk into a smile, then solemnity returns. "Don't reckon it's what your Da has in mind, though." He lets that thought sink in, then shrugs. "Ach, you know him better than I. Kiern, it's cold out here. I'd best get some wood so they can build the fire up."
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon nods seriously, then his face lightens in a sudden grin. "Sides," he says, "You're coming with us, so Da can' just go off nowheres an' leave me." As to whether or not his father really /wants/ to go to Dunland... the boy leaves this for another day. Who knows what may come. At the mention of cold though, he shivers suddenly, and nods. "I'll help," he says.
Players: Gidon, Owain, Brev
Located in: Dunlending | Breefolk
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