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 Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:20 pm
Faolan followed her in, ducking his head a bit when people looked at them, ears lowering. He went to the visitor counter and dropped some money in the donation bowl to pay their way in, then looked back at her, holding out his hand. "Come, wife. I'll show you my favorite painting here."
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:24 pm
Ellandra moved closer to him and kissed his cheek, both to express her love for Faolan and because a little bit of a vindictive part of her wanted to spite those rude people. "Lead the way," she said, smiling.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:31 pm
Faolan ducked his head, obliging the kiss with a soft happy noise, then led her through room after room of beautiful art till they arrived somewhere in the middle of the museum before an enormous painting of a rather benevolent angel, her soft expression looking down at something unseen. One hand was upon her breast, the other out to her side, feet down as if she were looking back in flight.
The young man looked up at it, eyes traveling from one part of the painting to another. He'd seen it hundreds of times, but it still filled him with emotion every time he saw it. Letting out a soft sigh, he tilted his head a bit, looking at Ellandra side long. "She's beautiful, eh?"
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:48 pm
Ellandra nodded, slightly awed. "Yes. . ." She sighed softly, her eyes taking in the beauty of the painting. "What makes her your favorite, Faolan?" She asked, not because she was surprised at his tastes - though she might have been, just a little, not that she would say as much - but because she wanted to know what was it about this painting that drew it to her husband. After all, there were many beautiful works of art here, both paintings and sculptures - so why this one?
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:44 pm
Faolan looked back up at the painting, thinking over how he wanted to say it. "I like to think sometimes that she's what my mother might've looked like. The way the angel's looking back, almost sad but still so full of love, like she had to leave something behind that she didn't want to." He shrugged and looked at Ellandra. "I don't think about her much, maybe not as much as I should. It's just . . . sometimes I feel like there's so much I want to ask and if I just knew who she was. I always wanted to believe that she left me at a church because she thought they'd keep me safe, so she couldn't have just wanted to be rid of me."
With a soft sigh, he returned his gaze to the painting, eyes moving along the curves and lines of the image. "Trystan told me some about my father. He said the guy's bad news. If that's true, then, maybe she took me from him for some reason."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:54 pm
Ellandra squeezed Faolan's hand and smiled. "I've never thought about my mother much, either. . . I suppose I should have a little more, but. . . there's no point, you know? Whatever the reasons they're gone; through death, through leaving, neither of our mothers was thre. . . and I think, sometimes, that it's hard to really think about someone who's been absent as far as you can remember. There's a . . . remoteness to them, like they're not quite real." she paused and blushed, looking away from the painting and her husband, darting her eyes to the ground.
"Or, at least, that's how it's been with me. . ."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:16 pm
"At least you knew your mother for awhile before she died, though. I never knew mine. Sometimes I think I might like to find her, but then I think it might hurt Da's feelings if I go looking for my real parents. He did a really good job raising me and it would be unfair to him, I guess," Faolan said softly, looking back at Elle. He noticed she was looking down and smiled, reaching over to catch a lock of her hair and tug on it playfully. "Come here, wife."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:23 pm
Ellandra squeaked and looked over at him. "Hmm?" she murmured inquiringly, though she felt the need to add, "I may have known her, but I don't remmber knowing her, so I don't think there's a lot of difference, really."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:59 pm
"Guess not. How come you ain't got memories of her? According to Zia, she was there when we met and we was--" He mentally ticked off the years. "--I guess eight and five? You should have some memories, yeah?" He tugged at her hair again, all the playfulness of a little boy pulling on a girl's pigtails.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:03 pm
Ellandra squeaked again and tried to free hair hair from Faolan's hands. "I don't remember anything from when I was small, Faolan; my father said I was ill. I think I told you once before. . . but he also told me Mama died in childbirth . . . so . . . . I suppose I don't really know why I don't remember," she murmured thoughtfully, blinking a bit.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:25 pm
Faolan grabbed at her hand when she tried to pry him off her hair. "Maybe your mom died from the same illness you got as a kid and your dad didn't want you to be sad from it and told you she died when you was a bairn."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:29 pm
"Maybe...." Ellandra said, but she didn't sound certain. "But. . . something. . ." That flash of red in her mind's eye again.... it meant something, surely.... but it was too wavering, too distant; she couldn't grasp what it was. "But.... Faolan..... remember how - how you said someone in my family was - was murdered?" Her voice was almost a whisper as she spoke, and she was unable to continue, leaving the question 'Do you think it could have been her?' unasked, hanging in the air between them.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:32 pm
The young man frowned, shaking his head. "Don't you think like that, Elle. If something that extreme had happened, Zia would've said something by now." He had a lot of faith in his Essentic, not that he was much aware of Zia's keeping secrets about his own past.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:38 pm
Ellandra tilted her head, her thoughts going back to her first meeting with Faolan. "But. . . . Faolan, it did say something, kind of. . . that - that first nght..." That flash of red again..... bright, bright red...... lots of it...... it was still fuzzy, but she could sense that there was something. . . something important about it. She edged closer to her huband, unaware that she was trembling a little.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:41 pm
Faolan hugged her to him, curling around her as best he could while standing. "Hush now, wife. No need to think on things like that. Zia said she had a bad end, but that could just mean the illness." He didn't like seeing Ellandra so worked up about something she certainly couldn't change. "You wanna go home?"
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