Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
(( December 19, 2004 ))
Lenore makes her way through the slippery streets of Durem. Her black, fetish-heeled boots are shining from the melted snow coating them, and the hem of her cloak is soaked.
She doesn't care, though. She is on a mission. She needs to buy Nyoka a few presents. One in appology, another to show how much she loves her, her first daughter, and the last as a house-warming sort of gift.
She feels guilty, as though it was she that sent her daughter from the manor. In part, it might have been her fault. Maybe in some small way Lenore gave the impression that she did not fully appreciate how angry and hurt Nyoka was over what Katharina did.
But, it is too late now. Katharina is heading for school soon, and Lenore won't be able to get Nyoka to come back home.
She is pulled from her thoughts when she smells the rich scent of cinnamon, and the aroma of strong tea. She almost stops on the crowded walk, feeling the overwhelming urge to grieve properly over the loss of the comfort of a nice, hot cup of tea and the sheer pleasure of savoring a cinnamon roll fresh from the oven.
Shaking her head, to clear it of the nonsense racing through it, Lenore pushes the door of the closest store open. She heads down an aisle, browsing the wares.
She already knows Nyoka would like nothing in here. It is just something to distract her.
She hears cautious steps approaching her, but this time she ignores them. There are so many shoppers around, being as close to Christmas as it is. The fellow patron probably wants to not bump into anyone.
Her tail twitches a bit when the steps stop next to her. You're being paranoid, Lenore, she tells herself as she reaches up to pluck a crystal vase from the shelf.
She studies it, not intending to buy it, as she tries to ignore the feel of eyes on her.
Finally, after several more minutes of this, Lenore narrows her eyes and puts the vase on the shelf. Fiddling with her engagement ring, she turns to look at the person next to her.
Her reptilian, heavy-lidded, amber eyes meet the man's. She is a bit taken aback by the color. She has never seen eyes the exact shade of the night sky. It even looks as if they are flecked with tiny silver stars.
"Excuse me, sir, but am I in your way?" Lenore asks, her voice deeply accented from her native London.
"Are you Lenore Slytherin?" the man asks in elven.
Lenore's eyes narrow further as she studies the man before her. His long, straight, blue-tinted silver hair is pulled back into a flawless pony tail, with a thin, prefect braid in front of each ear. His ears, she notes, are pointed, as are hers, and his skin is every bit as pale as her own, though with the healthy look of one truly alive. He is dressed in a dark blue, the same shade as his eyes, elven tunic, trimmed in silver stars and black tights.
"Who is asking?" she asks.
"Forgive my rudeness," he begins, bowing slightly to her. "I am Rinon Isilme."
"And what do you need with Ms. Slytherin?" Lenore asks.
"I will answer when I learn if you are the one I seek," Rinon replies.
"Forgive me if I do not answer, but I am not one to trust. Goodnight, Mr. Isilme," with that, she turns on her heel and fights her way to the door.
Once outside, she takes a deep breath and starts to weave her way through the crowded walk.
She smells Rinon following her, and quickens her pace.
Lenore makes her way through the slippery streets of Durem. Her black, fetish-heeled boots are shining from the melted snow coating them, and the hem of her cloak is soaked.
She doesn't care, though. She is on a mission. She needs to buy Nyoka a few presents. One in appology, another to show how much she loves her, her first daughter, and the last as a house-warming sort of gift.
She feels guilty, as though it was she that sent her daughter from the manor. In part, it might have been her fault. Maybe in some small way Lenore gave the impression that she did not fully appreciate how angry and hurt Nyoka was over what Katharina did.
But, it is too late now. Katharina is heading for school soon, and Lenore won't be able to get Nyoka to come back home.
She is pulled from her thoughts when she smells the rich scent of cinnamon, and the aroma of strong tea. She almost stops on the crowded walk, feeling the overwhelming urge to grieve properly over the loss of the comfort of a nice, hot cup of tea and the sheer pleasure of savoring a cinnamon roll fresh from the oven.
Shaking her head, to clear it of the nonsense racing through it, Lenore pushes the door of the closest store open. She heads down an aisle, browsing the wares.
She already knows Nyoka would like nothing in here. It is just something to distract her.
She hears cautious steps approaching her, but this time she ignores them. There are so many shoppers around, being as close to Christmas as it is. The fellow patron probably wants to not bump into anyone.
Her tail twitches a bit when the steps stop next to her. You're being paranoid, Lenore, she tells herself as she reaches up to pluck a crystal vase from the shelf.
She studies it, not intending to buy it, as she tries to ignore the feel of eyes on her.
Finally, after several more minutes of this, Lenore narrows her eyes and puts the vase on the shelf. Fiddling with her engagement ring, she turns to look at the person next to her.
Her reptilian, heavy-lidded, amber eyes meet the man's. She is a bit taken aback by the color. She has never seen eyes the exact shade of the night sky. It even looks as if they are flecked with tiny silver stars.
"Excuse me, sir, but am I in your way?" Lenore asks, her voice deeply accented from her native London.
"Are you Lenore Slytherin?" the man asks in elven.
Lenore's eyes narrow further as she studies the man before her. His long, straight, blue-tinted silver hair is pulled back into a flawless pony tail, with a thin, prefect braid in front of each ear. His ears, she notes, are pointed, as are hers, and his skin is every bit as pale as her own, though with the healthy look of one truly alive. He is dressed in a dark blue, the same shade as his eyes, elven tunic, trimmed in silver stars and black tights.
"Who is asking?" she asks.
"Forgive my rudeness," he begins, bowing slightly to her. "I am Rinon Isilme."
"And what do you need with Ms. Slytherin?" Lenore asks.
"I will answer when I learn if you are the one I seek," Rinon replies.
"Forgive me if I do not answer, but I am not one to trust. Goodnight, Mr. Isilme," with that, she turns on her heel and fights her way to the door.
Once outside, she takes a deep breath and starts to weave her way through the crowded walk.
She smells Rinon following her, and quickens her pace.
Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
Lenore seeks sanctuary in the very cafe from which she smelled the enticing aroma's. She hurries and sits at one of the few vacant, small tables.
A frazzled-looking waitress comes to her table, almost demanding her order, her tone implying that she had better make it quick. Not wanting to get kicked out of the cafe for not buying anything, she orders mulled cider. Once she has her order, the waitress darts off.
Lenore sheds her cloak. She has long since learned that many walks of life inhabit Gaia, and that there is no need for her to cover her ears, or her horns and tail for that matter. Draping the cloak over the back of the soft-cushioned chair, she happens to look up.
She sees Rinon pushing his way through the crowded cafe. Frowning, Lenore turns around and looks down at her glass-like nails. She picks at them, though there is no need. She waits quietly for the other elf to reach her.
When he sits across from her, she does not look at him. She simply asks, "Who sent you? If you are looking to get my son through me, you have ano-"
"Lenore, I have no want for your son," Rinon says. "And I am here of my own accord. Your father did not send me."
Lenore's sharp eyes look up at him and she almost hisses. "Then why do you hound me so?" she says through clenched teeth, her blood-red lips pulled back to reveal her fangs. Her nails are digging into the table top, leaving dents from her exerting the strength she is not yet used to. "If you seek to destroy me, you will have a time of it."
Rinon looks taken aback. "Do you not recognize my surname, dear Lenore?"
"Don't call me that," she spits in English. "I don't know the signifigance of your surname."
"It was yours, when you were born, Lenore," Rino says, following her lead of dropping the elven. "I am your brother."
"My father had no other children," Lenore says with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, but our mother had a child before you," Rinon says. "With her husband."
The waitress returns at this moment, setting a saucer down before a large cup. She glances at Rinon appreciatively before hurrying off.
Lenore simply stares at Rinon in disbelief, completely nonplussed. She finally finds her voice, and it is as harsh as ever. "I spent two years looking for her. Not once did I hear that she had ever been married, or that I had a brother."
"She is still married," Rinon says. "My father did not leave her. He wanted to, but he could see how broken up she was over the affair."
"Was one of the conditions to get rid of me?" Lenore asks, her voice full of hate. "Did she choose him over me?"
Rinon looks a little offended by that. "My father would never do that," he says. "She gave you up because half-elves are not looked upon kindly among our people. And we had no way of educating you the way that you needed to, if you were indeed a witch."
"Bollocks!" Lenore yells. She rises from her chair, throws some gold on the table, and grabs her cloak. She swings it over her shoulders and fastens it as she walks for the door, leaving Rinon behind for the second time.
A frazzled-looking waitress comes to her table, almost demanding her order, her tone implying that she had better make it quick. Not wanting to get kicked out of the cafe for not buying anything, she orders mulled cider. Once she has her order, the waitress darts off.
Lenore sheds her cloak. She has long since learned that many walks of life inhabit Gaia, and that there is no need for her to cover her ears, or her horns and tail for that matter. Draping the cloak over the back of the soft-cushioned chair, she happens to look up.
She sees Rinon pushing his way through the crowded cafe. Frowning, Lenore turns around and looks down at her glass-like nails. She picks at them, though there is no need. She waits quietly for the other elf to reach her.
When he sits across from her, she does not look at him. She simply asks, "Who sent you? If you are looking to get my son through me, you have ano-"
"Lenore, I have no want for your son," Rinon says. "And I am here of my own accord. Your father did not send me."
Lenore's sharp eyes look up at him and she almost hisses. "Then why do you hound me so?" she says through clenched teeth, her blood-red lips pulled back to reveal her fangs. Her nails are digging into the table top, leaving dents from her exerting the strength she is not yet used to. "If you seek to destroy me, you will have a time of it."
Rinon looks taken aback. "Do you not recognize my surname, dear Lenore?"
"Don't call me that," she spits in English. "I don't know the signifigance of your surname."
"It was yours, when you were born, Lenore," Rino says, following her lead of dropping the elven. "I am your brother."
"My father had no other children," Lenore says with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, but our mother had a child before you," Rinon says. "With her husband."
The waitress returns at this moment, setting a saucer down before a large cup. She glances at Rinon appreciatively before hurrying off.
Lenore simply stares at Rinon in disbelief, completely nonplussed. She finally finds her voice, and it is as harsh as ever. "I spent two years looking for her. Not once did I hear that she had ever been married, or that I had a brother."
"She is still married," Rinon says. "My father did not leave her. He wanted to, but he could see how broken up she was over the affair."
"Was one of the conditions to get rid of me?" Lenore asks, her voice full of hate. "Did she choose him over me?"
Rinon looks a little offended by that. "My father would never do that," he says. "She gave you up because half-elves are not looked upon kindly among our people. And we had no way of educating you the way that you needed to, if you were indeed a witch."
"Bollocks!" Lenore yells. She rises from her chair, throws some gold on the table, and grabs her cloak. She swings it over her shoulders and fastens it as she walks for the door, leaving Rinon behind for the second time.
Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
Lenore is outside of Durem when Rinon finally catches up to her.
"What do you want! Why are you here! You people never reached out to me before, why now?" Lenore yells, rounding on him as her tail twitches furiously under her cloak.
"Our mother asked me to," Rinon answers automatically. "You may not care, but what she did has slowly eaten away at her. I watched her, for nearly twenty one years, whither before my eyes. Her beautiful, happy face is now only one of grief. She doesn't eat unless she is forced, and she must me sedated to get to sleep. She wants to see you, to know that you are alright. She wants your forgiveness. She needs it."
"I can't. I have no love for her, and not enough care to forgive her," Lenore says, honestly. "As far as I am concerned, he killed my parents. You go back home and you tell her that."
"Why did you look for her for so long, then?" Rinon asks, taking a step closer to Lenore.
"I looked for her to get some answers, to see what I came from," Lenore replies. "It was not some overwhelming need to forgive her. I loved my mum and dad, I didn't need her."
When she starts to turn away, Rinon places his hand on her shoulder. "You'll let her kill herself?" he asks, his eyes hard now.
"Yes, and not think a thing of it. I'm sorry you have wasted a trip," Lenore says, pulling her shoulder away from his hand.
Just as she is about to Apparate, he grabs her arm and turns her to face him. "I can't let you do that to her."
Snarling, her eyes turning crimson, Lenore pushes Rinon. He lands on his back and skids a little in the snow-covered grass. She is on him in a flash. "I will not leave my family to go and see a woman who gave me up in the first place."
"Then I will bring her to you," Rinon says, his teeth clenched against the pain if her nails digging into his skin.
Lenore rises and steps away from him. "You do what you must, but you will not get what you seek." With that, she disappears.
Rinon stares at the place she was standing. After five minutes, the good cloth of his clothing soaked through, he stands and walks away.
"What do you want! Why are you here! You people never reached out to me before, why now?" Lenore yells, rounding on him as her tail twitches furiously under her cloak.
"Our mother asked me to," Rinon answers automatically. "You may not care, but what she did has slowly eaten away at her. I watched her, for nearly twenty one years, whither before my eyes. Her beautiful, happy face is now only one of grief. She doesn't eat unless she is forced, and she must me sedated to get to sleep. She wants to see you, to know that you are alright. She wants your forgiveness. She needs it."
"I can't. I have no love for her, and not enough care to forgive her," Lenore says, honestly. "As far as I am concerned, he killed my parents. You go back home and you tell her that."
"Why did you look for her for so long, then?" Rinon asks, taking a step closer to Lenore.
"I looked for her to get some answers, to see what I came from," Lenore replies. "It was not some overwhelming need to forgive her. I loved my mum and dad, I didn't need her."
When she starts to turn away, Rinon places his hand on her shoulder. "You'll let her kill herself?" he asks, his eyes hard now.
"Yes, and not think a thing of it. I'm sorry you have wasted a trip," Lenore says, pulling her shoulder away from his hand.
Just as she is about to Apparate, he grabs her arm and turns her to face him. "I can't let you do that to her."
Snarling, her eyes turning crimson, Lenore pushes Rinon. He lands on his back and skids a little in the snow-covered grass. She is on him in a flash. "I will not leave my family to go and see a woman who gave me up in the first place."
"Then I will bring her to you," Rinon says, his teeth clenched against the pain if her nails digging into his skin.
Lenore rises and steps away from him. "You do what you must, but you will not get what you seek." With that, she disappears.
Rinon stares at the place she was standing. After five minutes, the good cloth of his clothing soaked through, he stands and walks away.
