Idha Lu
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- Posted: Wed, 02 Jul 2014 16:21:49 +0000
- Location / / Inn (Kitchen) tab ⋮ tab Company / / Garreth tab ⋮ tab Mood / / Hungry tab ⋮ tab Thoughts / / Mother dearest.
ɪ ϵɴȷɵү ϻү ȿϻạʟʟ ғʀϵϵĐɵϻȿ.
⇦ I am free to rule over the inn however I please. ⇨
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Perhaps he was right, letting herself go some would be fine. Although giving him the satisfaction seemed far too easy. She was waiting at an empty table with two plates and the chopped fruit when Garreth walked in. The first thing he did was approach a guest and introduce himself as if it were her mother. Years ago she would have hit the floor laughing if someone had made such an obvious error. Even her supressed self couldn't hold back a small, melodious laugh. She crossed the room to them in a few strides and smiled gratefully at the woman. Her aged cheeks were lit with a small blush, likely from the tender greeting from such a young man. "I do apologize on my fiancé's behalf Miss Hemmingway. I have only spoken niceties about my mother's beauty and your radiance has far exceeded my musings." The older woman was flattered, having been a regular customer since the days when her mother had run the inn. Accepting the apology, she dismissed them, giving Garreth a small wink.
Maryn led Garreth back to the table she'd selected before placing both her hands on his face and looking him dead in the eye. "As humorous as that was, we do not dine with my mother. She will introduce herself to you and she will not look like a pleasant woman." She stole a quick kiss again and lowered her voice to a whisper. "If she were not here I would have stayed in my bedroom with you." Another honest statement. She took a seat and motioned to the plate filled with eggs and bacon. "I imagined a more hearty meal is to your tastes. I will be sticking to fruit this morning." She took a piece of cantaloupe from the bowl of fruit and bit into it.
Fruit was an easy dish on her stomach. A relief after whatever nausea she had experienced the previous day. She'd likely developed a fever as well but in the heat of the moment it would have been hard to tell. To her luck, it seemed to subside entirely, just in time for their wedding the next day. "You are eating in front of guests?" A fresh old woman had entered the room. She had seemingly floated over like a witch and bypassed Garreth completely. Still, her voice was low, seeking not to be overheard by the other woman in the room.
"Yes, mother. I do have to eat. Speaking in front of guests in such an accusatory manner is far more distasteful, would you not think?" Her eyes turned up, seeing the brunette hair that she shared with the woman tied into a tight bun. Aside from the wrinkles her mother had no faults in her complexion either. No age spots. She likely would cut one off it it dared to taint her skin. Eating the rest of the cantaloupe piece she grabbed, she waited for a second retort from the woman. Instead, her mother, Ayame, turned to face Garreth.
Her gaze scrutinized every feature she came across. As Maryn had expected though, the woman could not pick up on any signs of her betrayal. Garreth was experienced and didn't quiver like a nervous little child after doing such things. Ayame reached up and prodded at Garreth's hair. "It is not as well kept as I would have liked to see. He is not a morning person. The dress is as you described, satisfactory. He seems like a decent businessman. You can trust him to handle the books?"
"Mother, no living being would wish to be awoken as early as you arrived. That he managed to get dressed and come all the way here from the vineyard after I called him is an impressive feat." Ayame simply nodded.
"You may refer to me Ayame. It is a casual relation and only acceptable since you shall soon be my son-in-law. The remainder of your family shall still refer to me as Miss Valji. I thank you for taking my rough and tumble daughter's hand in marriage." The older woman gave a deep bow before stacking a few pieces of fruit on the excess plate. "I shall be dining in my room. I will be inspecting that foolish mayor's ceremony preparations later today. I would assume I would have my own kin to thank if a single nautical item has snuck through." The look she shot Maryn was venomous and she left soon after, ignoring any response Garreth had managed. The woman worked on her own clock and at her own pace. Spending any time on a non-customer's words was an entire waste.
Maryn chuckled and patted the seat next to her. "Do not worry. There will be plenty of nautical items. I found it would be entirely no fun otherwise. Also, she will respond to everything you said when she sees you later. She likes to mull over her non-professional interactions until she feels they can be professional. That is why letters really suit her."
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⇦ I am free to leave the inn when it suits me. ⇨
вυτ ɪ ωɪʟʟ ɴϵѵϵʀ τʀυʟү вϵ ғʀϵϵ.
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