28th Vhalar, 717
No.
Clear as a bell, in Xanthean, the weasel threw his words in his face. Dyn'rial's face changed, becoming hard and closed off. As far as the Elder was concerned, this conversation was over. He sat back, picking up his pipe and puffing it heavily to respark the embers as Pash continued. Looking out over his porch railing, smoke curling from his lips, the old man listened even if he didn't look. The words were passionate, emotional, unfiltered - at least in his mind. Of course, that's where Kali had clearly picked it up from.
I didn’t come here for your permission t’ love her.
"That's good Biqaj, because you don't have it." He muttered, waiting for his grand daughter to return. Kali had heard the calling, that was good, but to what end? To take a joy ride with a sea dog? Xan'neua would turn in her grave hearing all of this.
Inside, Kali'rial took her hands off the counter top, wrapping them around the handles of the tray and taking another deep breath. For all the anger and hurt and pain welling within her, Dyn'rial was still her grandfather and her guardian. Pash was right. She needed to just take a step back and talk to him. Lifting the tray, shoulders back and chin high, she moved to the front door and balanced the tray on one hand to open it.
"Tea's up." She said as she stepped out and closed the door behind her, turning to look at the scene before her. Dyn'rial had his back to her, but he was clearly angry by the plume of smoke that rose from him. Looking over at Pash, she saw the strain on his face, the dull color of his eyes. Clearly the conversation hadn't gotten any better with her exit. Lifting a cup off the tray, the brunette handed it to the tall inked bard and smiled a little.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I can meet you at the room later." It wasn't true, she wanted him to stay, but the huntress could also tell that Dyn'rial had gotten under the Biqaj's skin. Taking a deep breath, she turned to her grand father and brought the tea to him. Tipping a good dollop of the sweetened milk into one of the cups, she swilled it gently to mix the beverage before placing it on the rail before the stern old tanner.
"For you Poppa, with sweetened milk just like Nonna used to make." Dyn'rial pulled the pipe from his mouth and stared at the steaming cup, a softening running over his blue eyes. Kali'rial balanced the tray on the rail and dropped to kneel down beside his chair, hand on his sun spotted tan arm.
"I know you and Nonna did what you thought was right, and I thank you for everything you've taught me, but Poppa it's time to let go. I'm not a child anymore, and I'm not afraid of the world. My ose-bori is calling me, and that man over there is putting his own life at risk to take me where I need to go." Sighing, the huntress toyed with the necklace around her neck.
"Nonna told me you gave this to her, as your dabi uaya gift. One day, I want to share that same story with my own children, your grand children." Dyn'rial refused to meet her gaze, but his hardened features had disappeared. To Kali'rial, he looked old and weary and weak. A shadow of the strong hard man she'd grown up with. Nodding as if coming to a decision, the Sevir stood.
"I truly hope you can forgive me Poppa, as I've forgiven you. If you want to speak before we leave, we're staying at Kärshẹ." Kali turned to Pash if he had stayed, golden eyes sad but no more tears.
"Let's go." She said softly, chin high. Shoulders back. There was nothing left to say to the stubborn old man.
Clear as a bell, in Xanthean, the weasel threw his words in his face. Dyn'rial's face changed, becoming hard and closed off. As far as the Elder was concerned, this conversation was over. He sat back, picking up his pipe and puffing it heavily to respark the embers as Pash continued. Looking out over his porch railing, smoke curling from his lips, the old man listened even if he didn't look. The words were passionate, emotional, unfiltered - at least in his mind. Of course, that's where Kali had clearly picked it up from.
I didn’t come here for your permission t’ love her.
"That's good Biqaj, because you don't have it." He muttered, waiting for his grand daughter to return. Kali had heard the calling, that was good, but to what end? To take a joy ride with a sea dog? Xan'neua would turn in her grave hearing all of this.
Inside, Kali'rial took her hands off the counter top, wrapping them around the handles of the tray and taking another deep breath. For all the anger and hurt and pain welling within her, Dyn'rial was still her grandfather and her guardian. Pash was right. She needed to just take a step back and talk to him. Lifting the tray, shoulders back and chin high, she moved to the front door and balanced the tray on one hand to open it.
"Tea's up." She said as she stepped out and closed the door behind her, turning to look at the scene before her. Dyn'rial had his back to her, but he was clearly angry by the plume of smoke that rose from him. Looking over at Pash, she saw the strain on his face, the dull color of his eyes. Clearly the conversation hadn't gotten any better with her exit. Lifting a cup off the tray, the brunette handed it to the tall inked bard and smiled a little.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I can meet you at the room later." It wasn't true, she wanted him to stay, but the huntress could also tell that Dyn'rial had gotten under the Biqaj's skin. Taking a deep breath, she turned to her grand father and brought the tea to him. Tipping a good dollop of the sweetened milk into one of the cups, she swilled it gently to mix the beverage before placing it on the rail before the stern old tanner.
"For you Poppa, with sweetened milk just like Nonna used to make." Dyn'rial pulled the pipe from his mouth and stared at the steaming cup, a softening running over his blue eyes. Kali'rial balanced the tray on the rail and dropped to kneel down beside his chair, hand on his sun spotted tan arm.
"I know you and Nonna did what you thought was right, and I thank you for everything you've taught me, but Poppa it's time to let go. I'm not a child anymore, and I'm not afraid of the world. My ose-bori is calling me, and that man over there is putting his own life at risk to take me where I need to go." Sighing, the huntress toyed with the necklace around her neck.
"Nonna told me you gave this to her, as your dabi uaya gift. One day, I want to share that same story with my own children, your grand children." Dyn'rial refused to meet her gaze, but his hardened features had disappeared. To Kali'rial, he looked old and weary and weak. A shadow of the strong hard man she'd grown up with. Nodding as if coming to a decision, the Sevir stood.
"I truly hope you can forgive me Poppa, as I've forgiven you. If you want to speak before we leave, we're staying at Kärshẹ." Kali turned to Pash if he had stayed, golden eyes sad but no more tears.
"Let's go." She said softly, chin high. Shoulders back. There was nothing left to say to the stubborn old man.
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