Demlemoth

She worked in the kitchen, preparing blueberry muffins. She had ordered a lot of blueberries recently and had already brewed blueberry ale. As she worked, the teasing questions of her boss, and friend, echoed in her mind.

"Do I sense something more than friendship?"

Due to her Nurnhoth blood, Eira's skin was naturally a deathly pale. Yet, her cheeks noticably had color as she allowed the muffins to cool.

Eira had been shocked when Demlemoth told her of a shocking intel: her father, Aglarzor, had a son.

Working full time at Egfor's inn, The Huntsman And the Stag, Eira finds that she enjoys the work. So far, the days have been slow. She would mostly clean and take care of the animals outside; though she also cooked for the few travelers whom entered. In one of the rooms, an injured man was kept and treated by visiting doctors. She supplied the gentle foods needed for him and looked after the doctors when Egfor and Demlemoth were not.

Yesterday marked the third year since my parents had been murdered. The past two years I spent alone, crying, and just walking through the day in a misty fogginess that lasted for many days. Yesterday…I wasn’t even sad. I felt…I felt nothing. That bothered me very much. So, I went to keep myself busy. I gave Layla a nice grooming and gave her some treats she doesn’t often get. I gave Cat a bath, he was being crazy which made me laugh.

((The parchment this is written on is speckled with tear stains and even looks to have been lightly crumpled at one point.))

I write today to release much anger and hurt I feel now. Papa and Father have hurt me deeply because they do not understand… they just don’t.

Calilla seated herself within the comfortable confines of one of the white wicker chairs. The day had been a quiet one so she had spent the last few hours running through her fighting forms over and over. A light sheen of sweat caused her dark skin to glisten like polished obsidian in the glow of the fire but as interesting as that imagery might be, her attention lay fully upon the wicked talon blades of her karambit. Plump lips twitched upward into a pleased smile as she ran her finger along the sharp inner edge of one.

"That doesn't mean I can't give people bad berries, does it?" asked Chrissy, making a face of thought. "They are not as harmful...just makes them run around trying to find a bush."

"What is the matter?" asked Tahandil, raising a brow at Eliad.

Tahandil burst out in laughter at Chrissy's words. Eliad watched as Aduninzil glared at a woman in a white dress then stared past the girl to Eliad.

"Or the funny dust that make people sneeze," said Chrissy.

Eliad took a step inside of the Pony before looking around. He then made his way to the back, to where a certain someone would hopefully be there. He grinned as he peeked inside, knocking on the doorway gently as he sees a familiar brown hooded figure. The figure turned his head slowly, keeping his face hidden under his hood.  As his eyes sat on Eliad, he lifted up with a small smile.

"Eliad, my son...," said Tahandil. "How have you been?"