To Warm a Chill [February 3010] (Adelais)
Mar 17, 2018 2:41:16 GMT -5
Post by Heruthain on Mar 17, 2018 2:41:16 GMT -5
“Well, you’ll just have to drop that notion. Girl was born with no father at all, far as anyone knew. Hjordis never spoke a word about him—and that poor girl didn’t live to see Adelais at all. Ain’t got any family left. All of them, even that boy of hers—buried under the Simbelmyne.”
Now wasn't that a sad story, the man thought to himself. It wasn't a wonder then. People handled things differently, but then it still was a pity.
“There’s not a one for you to talk to, boy.”
Heruthain had been silent, longer than he was used to. Oda was speaking differently than usual, and for a moment he wondered if perhaps she was not a creature of the Dimholt, but a feeling human. Of course, it was all a joke in his mind; she'd done well to care for his son those years ago, and all the boys he sent to the Hall. Day after day, and year after year.
A bit of sternness had to come with such work; the same way he could be stern upon the boys on the training grounds.
Finally he spoke, the baritone of his voice breaking loud as normal through the quiet. “You don't know me well enough then, hey? I don't drop notions. Simply change 'em.” He eyed the back of the hall thoughtfully. “Yeh keep an eye on that there bug, and give me some time to think. I usually deal in the city boys, so it's a bit out of bounds fer me… I ain't no healer, but...”
There was, for once, nothing left for Heruthain to say. He cleared his throat, pressing back a type of emotion that had long been hidden from him, and nodded to Oda. “G'day. My son'll thank yeh for these.” He held up the vials, looking to them for a moment, then looking past them, watching as Adelais came from the back, a stack of blankets in arm.
“Boy'll thank yeh,” he mumbled again, a spark of thought coming to mind. Perhaps the boy could help him, with a bit of machination. Heruthain knew he'd have to kill him to get him to set foot… or well he supposed… set body… in the hall. That would be no good. Katla would have an idea, he knew! Heruthain nodded to Oda again awkwardly, then offered a wave across the room to Adelais before turning on his heel to leave, heavy boots stomping, and door slamming behind him.
Perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone, and also convince his confounded son, as he'd been trying for years, to leave the plains sleeping behind, and take up work in the city. Not everybody was suited to spend night and day outside all winter long. A girl would be a good reason to stay. A girl who didn't need to be alone anymore an even better reason.
“Heh,” he laughed to himself as he trudged down the snowy road. “Usually leave that job to Ducky. Guess she wouldn't mind if I gave that work a go too… We'll see what Sunshine thinks of it…”
Now wasn't that a sad story, the man thought to himself. It wasn't a wonder then. People handled things differently, but then it still was a pity.
“There’s not a one for you to talk to, boy.”
Heruthain had been silent, longer than he was used to. Oda was speaking differently than usual, and for a moment he wondered if perhaps she was not a creature of the Dimholt, but a feeling human. Of course, it was all a joke in his mind; she'd done well to care for his son those years ago, and all the boys he sent to the Hall. Day after day, and year after year.
A bit of sternness had to come with such work; the same way he could be stern upon the boys on the training grounds.
Finally he spoke, the baritone of his voice breaking loud as normal through the quiet. “You don't know me well enough then, hey? I don't drop notions. Simply change 'em.” He eyed the back of the hall thoughtfully. “Yeh keep an eye on that there bug, and give me some time to think. I usually deal in the city boys, so it's a bit out of bounds fer me… I ain't no healer, but...”
There was, for once, nothing left for Heruthain to say. He cleared his throat, pressing back a type of emotion that had long been hidden from him, and nodded to Oda. “G'day. My son'll thank yeh for these.” He held up the vials, looking to them for a moment, then looking past them, watching as Adelais came from the back, a stack of blankets in arm.
“Boy'll thank yeh,” he mumbled again, a spark of thought coming to mind. Perhaps the boy could help him, with a bit of machination. Heruthain knew he'd have to kill him to get him to set foot… or well he supposed… set body… in the hall. That would be no good. Katla would have an idea, he knew! Heruthain nodded to Oda again awkwardly, then offered a wave across the room to Adelais before turning on his heel to leave, heavy boots stomping, and door slamming behind him.
Perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone, and also convince his confounded son, as he'd been trying for years, to leave the plains sleeping behind, and take up work in the city. Not everybody was suited to spend night and day outside all winter long. A girl would be a good reason to stay. A girl who didn't need to be alone anymore an even better reason.
“Heh,” he laughed to himself as he trudged down the snowy road. “Usually leave that job to Ducky. Guess she wouldn't mind if I gave that work a go too… We'll see what Sunshine thinks of it…”