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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 7:42 am
Lenore scratches at her left forearm, which she keeps covered with a long, fingerless, black glove. Her other hand is gloveless.
She wants to cover that damn brand. . . .
She paces the dining room, trying to figure out how this is going to play out. The crimson drink, the only thing she can eat, is currently kept heated over the stove by Emme.
Rhiannon's favorite dish was prepared, along with some of Eirnae's favorite foods, as well. Just to keep everyone happy.
Damien walks in on the pacing. He watches as Lenore scratches her forearm again. She has been keeping it covered for days now, and he only assumes it is a tattoo that didn't turn out the way that she hoped.
Smiling, he leans against the door frame. He is decked out in fine, elven, formal dress, done in sapphire blue and shimmering silver. His perfectly-groomed hair is tied back with a delicate piece of long, silver rope, that perfectly matches his clothes. Clipped to the top part of his ear is a cuff that matches his Mum Eirnae's perfectly, save where the sapphire is on hers, his has an onyx. (( here )) On his pointer finger of the right hand is a ring that Eirnae purchased for him: sapphire and platinum, and rather rich in appearance. The large sapphire is cut into a cresent moon, as the band comprises of vines, with tiny, diamond accents shaped like the traditional leaf. The vines wrap around the moon here and there.
It is one of his favorite pieces of jewelry, other than the water crystal, that Alatariel gifted him, which he has not taken off since Christmas. He toys with that same necklace as he watches his Mum Lenore pace.
"I am sure everything will be fine," he says, in a soft voice. The volume of his voice is the only indication of how nervous he is.
Lenore stops pacing, and looks over at Damien. Stunningly confident, are the first words that pop into her head. How can he look so confident while I am a ball of nerves?
"I know," she replies, her silver, full, silk skirt rustles about her as she walks over to him. "I hope you don't think that I do not want this to happen tonight."
Damien looks down at Lenore, and smiles slightly. He shakes his head. "No, I don't. It's alright to be nervous. This is the first time you have seen Rhiannon since she was young. And, the first time Mum Eirnae has seen her."
Lenore nods, and looks out of the window at the starry sky. "Yes," she sighs. Her hands fidget.
Everytime something like this gets planned, something goes horribly wrong. Why should this time be any different? she thinks, resignedly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 8:04 am
Rhiannon was standing at the very threshold of the Manor's grounds. Pacing, hands wringing as she tried to conjure up the guts to walk down the drive and to the front door...and she had been so full of excitement when the visit had finally been arranged;
Rhiannon had tried to ignore the faint hint of alcohol on her mother's breath as she had teased the tendrils of hair into loose curls, the rest of her hair bound up with pins in a plaited updo. Her poor mother; she knew she was drinking a little whenever her mood turned for the worse...it was something she would have to try and speak to her about, but Sayuri seemed to realise, and had merely chided her into getting ready, helping as much as she could. Her mother had applied makeup artfully, enough to bring out Rhiannon's natural colours and to make her eyes sparkle.
Rhiannon had been in a mere excited daze through all of it; showering, hair, makeup and clothes. She had stoutly refused to wear stockings though, terrified she would ladder them at some point.
Sayuri had left Rhi to get into her dress , and now she stood there in front of her full length mirror, turning and making sure that nothing was bunched up, and the straps werent twisted. A wrap around her shoulders completed the look, and at the door she had put on black strappy heels. Sati had met her at the door, transporting her there, and wishing her luck as she left again.
Rhiannon snapped back to the present. She couldnt leave it any longer; just imagining Damien's face if she never turned up gave her the impetus to push down the butterflies and once at the door she rapped on it.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 7:22 pm
"I'll get it!" Vinyn's excited voice trills as the winsome teenager quickly floats across the living room's floor, her forearms' wings flapping wildly in an attempt to pick up speed. She is quickly frustrated by a sudden swarm of glittering rainbow scaled snakes that slither past her, which soon reform into a stone-faced Kamus. The Ava Raji stands before the door even as a knock raps against the outside, like a wingless gargoyle guarding his castle. Undaunted, Vinyn tries to get to the door handle anyway, provoking a low hiss from Kamus.
A gentle hand reaches out to place itself on Vinyn's snowy white shoulder, and she knows then that the door is utterly forbidden to her, at least for a time. "But..." she starts to protest, and the hand gives a soft squeeze, to which Vinyn sighs and turns around, looking up into eyes very similar to those of her mother. "Arlath, I really, really want to meet Rhiannon!"
Arlath smiles slightly, glancing over to where Lenore and Damien are talking, then looks back to Vinyn and shakes her head. She has never been one for many words, but her eyes are the most expressive pair Vinyn has ever witnessed. "Alright..." she sighs, playfully lifting Arlath's shoulder length dark blond hair with a rolling gust of wind. "Let's head out back, then. I did promise to teach you how to talk to Jezae, after all."
To this, Arlath nods, her smile all the warmer as she and Vinyn start for the kitchen. She nods over to Lenore, and gives Damien a quick thumb's up, their code for a job well done. She adds a wink in for good measure, then shakes her head to a question that Vinyn asks as they enter the kitchen area.
"I'd save your knuckles, my dear," a soft feminine voice murmurs from the deep shadows cast by a chair on the small porch around the entrance to the manor. "Kamus isn't going to let anyone through till Damien says to cease guarding the door."
Eirnae slowly steps out of the pool of shadows that slide from her from like layers of silk. First revealed is the fact that her blue and black streaked dark gold hair is pooled atop her head in an intricate weave of braids, with strands framing her lightly sun kissed face. Incorporal black feathered wings flit in that hair, passing through braids of it as if they are but an illusion. That she rarely wears her hair up in this fashion will be lost on Rhiannon, but the appraising look in her sea green eyes, their outer corners slightly tilted as always, most likely would not. She wears little in the way of both clothing and decoration. A semi-transparent gown of black spider silk, woven into a series of delicate patterns of the moon and stars, clings to her form. Its single long sleeve leaves her left arm bare up to the shoulder to keep the pattern of the winding runes that curls around it from contesting with that of her dress. The glint of silver that is the heart shaped locket nestled just above her cleavage is tempered by the softer shimmer of its simple silver chain. Her only adornment for her swept up pointed ears is a silver cuff clipped over the top of the rightmost one, from which dangles a tiny sapphire twinkling merrily just above an equally diminitive cresent moon. Rhiannon would have to swing her gaze much lower to catch the sight of a platinum ring encircling the ring finger of Eirnae's left hand, its surface dotted with a single line of a sapphire and an onyx.
Bare feet make no sound as Eirnae steps out fully from the protective darkness of the manor's wall, full lips tilting up in a small smile as she finishes her assessment of Rhiannon. "Before my manners slide from me entirely, I am one of the ladies of the house. You are whom we have been expecting, yes?" She offers Rhiannon her right hand with the palm turned slightly upward, the silk of her gown slipping away to reveal neatly trimmed nails at the end of slim fingers.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 7:50 pm
Damien stiffens, visibly. For the first time, he physically shows his nervousness over the occasion.
He doesn't move, however, as his dancing, sea green, reptilian eyes watch Mum Lenore wring her hands, and says softly, "Oh!"
He conceals his smile as he follows her from the kitchen, the tip of her fidgetting tail catching his attention for a moment.
But, when Lenore reaches her ungloved, scaled hand to the door nob, she is forced to stop as Kamus looks up at her, the same stone-face as before.
"Oh, Kamus!" Lenore cries, in elvish. "Our guest is here!"
When he doesn't move, Lenore looks at Damien, frowning.
He only laughs.
"He's yours, you get him out of the way," she continues in elvish, before throwing her hands in the air and stalking off to the kitchen again.
Damien leans down and pets Kamus's head. He does a reverse nod, jutting his chin out, and pointing off to the side with the top of his head.
Once Kamus is out of the way, he opens the door.
"I'm sorry about that," Damien says, smiling sheepishly. "Mum Lenore has been a ball of nerves. . . ." His eyes meet Rhiannon's, and hold for a few moments, before he studies her.
"You wore a dress," he says in a soft voice, a warm smile tickling at the corners of his mouth. He holds out a hand to Rhiannon.
It is then that his eyes meet Mum Eirnae's. He smiles at her. "Once we get inside, I think proper introductions are in order?" he asks. He turns his head back to the open doorway. "Mum Lenore!" he calls.
Grumbling, and replacing one of her faux-diamond clips in her own updo, she emerges from the house. She opens her mouth to say something, but her eyes fall on Eirnae for the first time since this morning.
She stands there a moment, her mouth slightly open, her eyes moving from Eirnae's head to her bare feet, and back again (with a twinkle in them that Rhi might be familiar with).
Damien coughs to cover a chuckle.
Shaking her head, and giving Eirnae one of her looks, she turns to Rhiannon. "Well, let's not all just stand out here!" she says, cheerfully.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 9:48 am
Rhiannon recoiled a little, as heard the din of voices inside. Her ears folded flat, laying against the plaits of her hair. Her heart was racing now, and she forced herself to take long, deep breaths which were working until the voice from the shadows on the porch sounded.
'Kamus?' she mumbled questioningly, before Eirnae stepped properly into the light. She was this gorgeous vision, and she couldnt believe that this was one of Damien's mothers. She realised that the woman was greeting her, and she was snapped from her thoughts.
'I'm Rhiannon yes,' she nodded, as she placed her hand lightly on the proffered one. As she did so, the door opened and she turned a little, smiling at Lenore, who was attired just as gracefully and then Damien...her mouth dropped open a little, and then she remembered herself....don't stare and get lost looking at him! she chided herself.
'Damien,' she whispered, a flush covering her cheeks as she acknowledged his comment. She looked at his outstretched hand, and then at Eirnae's...should she let go of his mother's to take his, or make him wait a moment?
Rhiannon was a little at a loss with this sort of decorum, and was terrified of making a mistake and revealing herself for the uncultured girl she thought she was. She lowered her eyes, suprisingly shy at this moment.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 7:50 pm
Eirnae solves her conundrum by slipping her arm from Rhiannon's loose grip, turning to accknowledge the opening of the door. She doesn't hide the sparkle of pride in her eyes as she admires her son's choice of garb for this event. While she had offered advice when asked what would fit well with what she planned on wearing, she had not anticipated him looking so fine in the end. It isn't till Lenore comes into her view does she gain a sultry cast to her face, and she brazenly winks when Lenore fixes her with one of her 'You are so getting jumped later!' looks. Apparently her outfit had the effect on her lover that she'd hoped for.
"Aye, let's not just stand here," she agrees with Lenore, looking to the suddenly shy Rhiannon as she slides an arm behind her to pat at the small of Rhiannon's back reassuringly. "We don't want all of that delicous food to get cold, mm? From the smell of it, Emme has been one busy elf."
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 6:30 am
Rhiannon's nose was filled now with the scent of cooked food, and something else - strong emotions and a hint of lust. She didnt recognise it as being Damien so that meant it was...she tried not to look at either of his mothers right then for fear of giving away that she could sense what was going on, and merely gratefully clung onto Damien's hand, her fingers entwining with his.
'You look amazing,' she said softly when she drew close to him, casting her eyes momentarily on the house within. Her heart beat faster now as it was the point of return, she was going in and spending time with the 'parents'!
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 6:39 am
Damien grins, and leans close to Rhiannon's ear before whispering, "I can say the same about you." He kisses her cheek before standing again. He gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile as he follows his mums.
Lenore grins, rather wickedly, back at Eirnae, before heading further into the house.
"Excuse me, Rhiannon, Damien," she says, before she walks over to rest her hand softly on Eirnae's arm. "I need to speak to Eirnae a moment," she says, and gives Eirnae's arm a gentle squeeze, before moving off a ways away from the other two.
When Eirnae joins her, she speaks in a low voice, "Should we chat in the sitting room first? Or just jump right into dinner?" her nerves are bare now, in her eyes, as she looks up at Eirnae. She has never had to bring anyone home to her parents, gods rest their souls. And, this is the first time that she has ever had to play co-host to something so important to one of her children. . . .
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 7:21 am
Kamus pokes his head around the still open door, flicking his tongue in the air to try and catch a taste of their visitor. Soap scent... female scent... lupine scent?! Kamus' serpentine eyes narrow as he hisses low in his throat. Yet this one had Damien's scent underlaying her own. She was his mate, and that was something he had to respect. The Master would choose wisely, would he not? Kamus' hiss of disapproval dwindles down to a barely heard escape of air. As the group enters the house he gives out a soft scratchy whine, his tail lowering along with his ears as he looks up at Damien imporingly. Would he be introduced to his Master's mate, too?
Eirnae makes sure that Damien and Rhiannon are at least semi-comfortable in the sitting room before she follows after Lenore. She cants her head to the side as she listens to Lenore's whispered words, then purses her full lips a moment before answering just as quietly. "Emme would likely treasure the opportunity to show off her skill at snacks if we have a sit before we tackle dinner. Let's take that route. Besides, all the better to see if our guest enjoys a spot of wine before food, anyway." She purposely uses more breath than necessary for the last sentence, so the warmth of her breath brushes against Lenore's exposed ear like the caress of a lover. "Let's get back to our son and his guest, mela." It takes little movement to reach out and grasp at one of Lenore's hands, her fingers gaining a gentle hold on Lenore's as she adds, "We'll get through this together."
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 7:28 am
Damien looks down at Kamus, and chuckles a little.
"Ah, Rhiannon," he says, gesturing toward Kamus. "This is Kamus. It is likely you will be seeing a lot of him now. . . ." he smiles at Rhiannon again before looking back at Kamus. "Now, Kamus," he starts, his voice firm. "Rhiannon is very dear to me. So, I would appreciate it if you treated her as you do me."
Lenore nods, though it is accompanied by a shiver as the breath caresses over her ear. "You're evil," she says, playfully, narrowing her eyes a little. She squeezes Eirnae's hand before continuing, "I don't know how I would have done this if you were not here. . . ."
But, she nods again. "Then, we will exchange small talk in the sitting room. I will go and inform Emme. Why don't you go and charm Rhiannon?" she winks.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 7:59 am
Rhiannon pressed her lips against Damien's cheek, propriety preventing her from doing what she actually wanted after seeing how he looked. She followed him, Eirnae and Lenore into the sitting room, her hand still clutching his as though he were a buoy in a turbulent sea. She sat carefully, making sure as not to squash her wolven tail, whispering in Damien's ear about how sexy he looked before blinking at the creature that Damien was introducing her too.
'Your mother, Eirnae, said that Kamus was guarding the door. So this is him huh?' she eyed the winged canine-like creature, her ears twitching. Rhiannon wondered what his mothers were talking about about...what if they were discussing how terrible she was and how best to get rid of her in a polite manner? Her heart fluttered in her chest again and she strove to keep calm.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 3:47 pm
Kamus withholds the instinctive flick of his forked tongue to further sample the air near Rhiannon, instead he uses his perfectly capable nose as it twitches akin to a rabbit's when scenting a predator. The female isn't impressed by him, and doesn't understand his place at his Master's side. He immediately leans forward to press his forehead against Damien's scolding hand with a soft hiss of acceptance. His Master's word is law, and thus he will accept the female. A flick of his amber eyes in Rhiannon's direction is the only outward display of his uncertainty of taking orders from an unbonded stranger, and then his attention is once again placed fully upon Damien. Time would prove if this one was worthy of his Master's love, and until then she'd have his watchful senses to contend with.
Eirnae leans in to lightly kiss the edge of Lenore's right ear before whispering, "Just evil enough to get by, my Lovely," before pulling away to smile wickedly at the face of the woman she has every intention of marrying. "Then charm her I shall. Don't let Emme get you caught up in a recital of what will be in our dinner, Lenore. I'm sure Rhiannon wants to meet us both."
Her head tilts just enough so that when her lips meet Lenore's their noses have no chance of collison. She keeps the kiss brief, not wanting to work them both up past the brink of no return, and gives her love's hand one last squeeze before stepping away. She heads back to the sitting room with a pleased smile dominanting her features, one which still remains even as she enters the room. She unconciously approaches a chair from the long way around and seats herself across from Rhiannon, having to nudge a pair of white cats with a foot to get them to move out of the way. "Damien mentioned proper introductions," she begins with a warm version of her previous smile, her right hand gesturing to her own chest as she continues, "As you've guessed, I'm Eirnae. Lenore is the devastating beauty with the white as snow skin and hair as fresh as springtime."
She chuckles softly, reaching out to lightly tap at a corner of the coffee table in front of her with the fingertips of her right hand. The surface of the wood seems to ripple, as if truly composed of water, before a fluted glass that seems to be of the same grain rises up out of the table before each of those present, including Kamus. They soon drain themselves of the look of being made of wood and reveal clear crystal. "It is indeed a pleasure to meet you at last, Rhiannon. I'm acquainted with your mother, and have met your sister, Sati, on several occasions. There was even a time when I counted your father as a dear friend, though recent months have found me at a loss in regard to many of my past friendships."
She waves a hand to indicate the glasses before them. "I've been informed that Emme will be bringing us some items to nibble and a bit of drink before we feast. Have you a preference?"
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 7:51 pm
Damien reaches forth with his free hand and strokes the top of Kamus's head, before turning his attention back to Rhiannon.
"I wish you wouldn't worry so," he says, removing his hand from Kamus to rest it over the hand his is currently holding. "My mums only want me to be happy, and you are what makes me happy. They will love you for who you are, and the smile you bring on my face."
He leans forward, and, glancing toward the door to the sitting room, give Rhiannon a lingering kiss on her neck.
It is over with before Eirnae walks in.
Lenore watches Eirnae leave, admiring her form in her dress. She still a little tingly from the kiss, and the gently teasing that comprises almost every waking moment of their lives together.
Sighing happily, and thinking of inventive ways to get her love out of her dress later, Lenore walks toward the kitchen.
Damien straightens, and watches his mother as she speaks, a pleased smile on his lips.
He glances over at Rhiannon, unsure over whether or not he should do the introduction of her, or if she should do it herself.
She seems so nervous though. . . . He'll appologize later if she wanted to be the one to introduce herself. . . . "Mum, this is Rhiannon," he says. Of course, looking back at his mum's introduction of his other mum, he thinks that, perhaps, he could have been more poetic.
Lenore sweeps in, carrying a tray packed with delicate little snacks, artfully arranged. Eirnae and Damien will know just how much brow-beating it took to get the tray from Emme's tiny little hands. The house elves don't like their mistresses, or their children, to lift a finger. It takes much arguing, and the use of calm wit at times, to get the elves to let them do anything around the house on their own.
In Lenore's other hand is a small glass filled with red liquid. Since she cannot eat the snacks, Emme pressed it on her. She sets the tray down, carefully, on the table, and then lowers her body into a seat very near Eirnae's.
"I am sorry for the delay," Lenore says, smiling a little.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 1:23 am
Rhiannon nodded at Damien, a smile sliding onto her face as she kissed her neck, uttering a tiny moan as he teased the sensitive skin there with his lips;
'Damien,' she mumbled, the tip of her tail gently flicking. The small sense of calm his actions had brought her fled again as his mother's walked back inside. She sat up properly, making sure her legs were crossed at her ankles
'I am very pleased to be meeting both of you,' she managed, smiling as well. She was truthful in her words, she just was terrified of making a fool of herself. It was then she realised just how much Damien meant to her; and the thought almost caused her to cry, so obvious was it that she could never think of losing him. She'd known she loved him, but this feeling was painful..the good kind. She decided to be upfront and honest, and spoke again;
'Thank you very much for having me here today. You have a lovely home, and I can see where Damien's fine looks stem from as you are both very beautiful women.' she took a breath, blinking a little at the strange things that the table did before forming itself into crystalware.
'I just wanted to say that before my nerves made me quiet again. This is just a very big deal for me, because what you think of me is important...I want to be a big part of Damien's life, for I hope a long time, and I know he loves you both very much so you liking me is something that I hope will happen.'
As she finished she noticed Lenore had come in whilst she spoke, and something on her tray was a very heavy smell; coppery which filled her nostrils - blood? She refrained from even commenting and squeezed Damien's hand again.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 2:03 am
Damien kept his hand firmly around Rhiannon's the whole time that she spoke, and had to smile at her declaration toward the end.
Lenore keeps silent the whole of the speech, and didn't move once but to put a hand on Eirnae's shoulder. When it is finished, she takes a drink from the small glass before setting it back on the table.
She studies her son, and Rhiannon, the way he seems to be her anchor through the whole speech, and the way that he looks at her.
Smiling slightly, she looks at Eirnae. "First, I want to thank you for your compliment," she says as her reptilian eyes make their way back to Rhiannon. "And, I want to commend your courage. I understand how scary this might be for you. . . ." She can practically feel it coming off of poor Rhiannon in waves.
"I can only say that, Rhiannon, I have known your mum since before you were born, and I remember you teaching Damien how to climb trees," she smiles, again, as the memory of that day comes back. "And, I have liked you since you were small. . . ." She pauses, and looks back at Eirnae, waiting to see if she has anything to add.
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