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 Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:26 pm
Private RP between Ellandra Grady (Redbud-Tree) and Faolan Grady (Jynk) - and Guest-Starring the aunt whom no-one wants to have - Constance Sanders (Jynk)
Location: The home of one (previously unmentioned due to the sheer dislike Ellandra has for her) spinster aunt named Eliza Sanders, somewhere in the middle districts of Vargash Time:Midday Weather: Overcast and gloomy. The type of weather for a funeral. Or an unpleasant meeting. The Letter Ellandra recently received a letter in the mail requesting she come to visit her aunt Constance, for a "long overdue" visit. This woman is Ellandra's only living relative, and not someone Ellandra had ever wanted her husband to endure meeting. Ellandra isn't looking forward to the visit at all - except, perhaps, to see what her husband did when presented with this most undesireable of relatives.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:30 pm
Ellandra bit her lip, clinging to Faolan as they stopped before the gate of a plain but neatly-kept house, and cringed. "This is the house, Faolan," she said, wrinkling her nose as she looked up to the second-floor window, and involuntary shudder taking her form. "Did we really have to come?" she asked, her entire tone pleading with her husband to get her out of there before her aunt knew they'd arrived.
Why, oh why, had they come? She should have just thrown that letter away, pretend it had never existed. . . she really should have. Then she wouldn't be standing here, feeling like a little girl again, about to be in trouble for something she didn't think was wrong.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:52 pm
Faolan looked up at the house. It reminded him of some sort of prison or something haunted, despite it's neatly kept exterior. He let out a low whistle and looked at his wife. "Look, this woman's your only livin' family and she asked you to visit. I don't know how outsiders do this, but in the clans, if your relatives wanna see you, you go visit." He started leading her to the door. "Can't possibly be that bad."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:58 pm
Ellandra rolled her eyes. "Trust me, you won't be saying that once we've visited her. I'm convinced she's not even really related to me at all, she never did like me. I was too wild for her, apparently," a statement that was rather ironic, considering Ellandra's personality. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed Faolan's head, and knocked on the door. "And thus, we enter to our doom," she said in a low voice that only her husband would be able to pick up.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:05 am
Faolan laughed as his wife knocked on the door. "You? Wild? Aye, and Da's a ballerina." He looked up as the door opened, a maid standing there. She looked from one to the other, being new and not recognizing Ellandra and surely not knowing who the attractive man was with her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:08 am
"Your father will need some new toe-shoes then, because compared to my aunt I'm a feral creature," Ellandra said, and smiled to the maid. "We have an appointment with the lady f the house," she said simply. "She's expecting us."
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:12 am
"Come in, please," the maid said, leading them inside and to a parlor. "Have a seat. I'll be along with tea after I inform the lady of your arrival." She walked away with a clicking of heels.
Fao raised an eyebrow, then looked around the room. "There anywhere specific we should sit? I'm not sure I'm clean enough to be here." Okay, maybe he was getting some of his wife's apprehension now. The place looked like a museum.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:22 am
"There and there," Ellandra said, pointing out an uncomfortable looking, small couch, and an equally uncomfortable-looking small chair. The only remotely comfortable-looking article of furniture in the parlor was a high-backed chair with ample cushioning. "Don't dare sit in that one," Ellandra said, pointing it out. "That's her chair; she caught a maid resting her feet by sitting in it once and had her literally tossed out on the street."
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:25 am
Faolan looked at the places Ellandra told him was alright to sit in and gestured to the couch, which looked the more comfortable of the two. "You sit there, wife. I'll be alright standing." He moved some of the throw pillows around on the couch to make it a bit more comfortable for her and give a little support for her back. "There you go. Have a seat."
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:30 am
Ellandra winced. "No, you can't stay standing, when she wants you to take a seat you've got to take a seat, even if it's on the floor - believe me, I know." The brunette was paling dractically now, looking like death itself was coming to talk to them instead of just one woman.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:41 am
Faolan fussed a bit over his wife, making sure she was comfortable on the sofa, then finally took the small, uncomfortable chair. "There now, lass. I'm sittin'. Stop lookin' like tha'."
The maid walked back in, carrying a tray laden with all sorts of tea time paraphernalia, followed by a stern-looking elderly woman in black. She waited while the hired help set the tray down, bowed, and left before walking over and looking the young couple over, her eyes narrowing when she focused on Faolan. Calmly, she looked to Ellandra. "My dear Ellandra, why is there a pikey on my expensive antique chair?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:47 am
Ellandra flinched, then narrowed her eyes. "That would be my husband Faolan, Aunt." Ooooh, this wasn't going to go well. She'd known, she'd tried to warn Faolan, but, well, at least he'd understand her reluctance to come here now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:51 am
Faolan bristled a little, then sighed. Well, it wasn't like he hadn't been called that before by an outsider. He bowed a little at the introduction. "Faolan Grady, ma'am. It's nice t' meet you."
"Don't speak to me, pikey," Aunt Constance said, giving the man a cold look before returning her gaze to her niece. "Your father did his best to make sure your fool of a mother wouldn't be marrying you off to a pikey brat when you were a girl and here you grow up to marry one anyway. Have you gone completely mad, Ellandra?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:57 am
Ellandra paled even further as things began to click in her mind, and she gripped the armrest of the chair so tightly that her knuckles went white. "What exactly do you mean by that, Aunt?" She asked, her voice shaky and her eyes wide, but her tone icy. "I was never going to be married to anyone, and I'm far from mad. I'm happy, for once in my entire life I'm happy, not that that has ever mattered to you - or to my father."
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 1:03 am
Faolan arched an eyebrow at the dismissal. Being called names he was used to, but being told to shut-up because if his adopted heritage was all together new for him.
Aunt Constance stared the girl down, not at all happy with the tone of Ellandra's voice. "There's much you apparently don't know. Not that it matters now. As it is, pikey marriages usually don't mean much and are easily annulled. That's just what we'll do. We can pretend this all never happened." She looked at Faolan. "You may go now."
The young man blinked. "Um, wait. Tha's my wife you're talkin' about and I'm not going anywhere without her."
"Really now," the old woman said, speaking as if explaining things to a child. "You have no place in this family. Please go back to your camp before I am forced to call the authorities."
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