Meeting the (potentially armed) father

Zouviqil

The resonating centre of Glomdoring's black heart.
The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an
immeasurable yet dark power. Settled within the branches of an ancient and
skeletal tree roosts a murder of crows, their voices harsh and deafening as
their caws peal through the air. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem
thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 7 dark nighthags here.
Firmly set into the ground, a pulsating branch of the Master Ravenwood has been
set here. There are 7 illithoid scourges here. There are 7 shadowlord
widowriders here. A mature blackthorn tree stands proudly here. An unnatural
gloom surrounds a Daughter of Darkness, filling the air with an oppressive
silence. Radiating with the power of the wyrd, the very presence of this
champion darkens the room.

Hiriako tells you, "I see you there, daughter. Could I ask you to step into
Faethorn?"

You tell Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court, "Faethorn is not a safe
place for me, father. I was enemied to the Moon Coven, so I will have to
respectfully decline."

Hiriako tells you, "You have my word that no harm will come to you, and should
any seek to attack you then will need to pass my blade. I wish to see you, if
just for a moment. If you are unwilling to step into Faethorn, then come to the
archway, and I will step into Glomdoring for a moment."

You tell Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court, "Briefly."

Twisting pathway into the wyrden mists.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. It is
quite mild. An archway of thorns rises up from the ground. A birch sapling
clings tenaciously to the ground here.

A delightful raised terrace.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. There
is a moderate breeze here. A silver rose bush grows here, filling the air with a
marvelous fragrance. Letting her hair fall freely, a royal knight of Faethorn
stands here, lacking the customary helmet.

Hiriako smiles softly.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "I had stepped through the
archway when I saw you there."

With a flourish, Hiriako slips an elegant black steel bardiche finished with
golden webbing into a simple iron back scabbard.

Shadowbound Zouviqil Myeras bows respectfully to Hiriako.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court raises his brow at this. "Bowing?
I know we've had little chance to see each other in the past few years, but you
are still my daughter. By no means do you need to be so formal."

Shadowbound Zouviqil Myeras straightens herself up and looks up
at Hiriako, a calm look to her face. "Daughter or not, I have learned the value
of respect since my arrival in my new home," she explains, voice quiet.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court brings his hand over, laying it
gently upon your shoulder. "Respect does not preclude familiarity. I have
something simple to state, and to request." He lets a slow sigh escape. "Come to
the family manse some time. Bring Tarkenton. I wish to speak with you both. A
meal will be shared, blades will be sheathed."

Uabhar thunders in from the southeast with a powerful leap, commanding attention
with his presence.

With a final grunt, Uabhar bounds off to the northwest with authority.

You scent at the air, your skilled nose picking up the faint traces of others in
the surrounding area.
You make out the scent of Hiriako coming from a delightful raised terrace.
You make out the scent of Lehki coming from silvery streams.

Quietly, you say, "I will consider your proposition, father. But I see a
gathering starting here on Ethereal."

Inclining her head politely, you say, "I will take my parting lest I find myself
in an inopportune situation, and discuss your request with Tarkenton."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "Very well. But consider
what you have said. The value of respect. I have made few requests of you,
daughter. Honor this one."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "Be well."

You say, "I will come, I cannot promise his attendance."

You say, "Be well."

You incline your head politely to Hiriako.

---- One IG Month Later ----

Hiriako tells you, "If you and Tarkenton are ready, please come to to the 
family's manse."

Within a bower.
Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici is here, sprawled on the ground. He wields an athame
dagger in his left hand and a golden sunburst shield in his right. You see a
sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex
system.

You nudge Tarkenton with your foot, checking for signs of life.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici mutters and grumbles a bit in his sleep, then opens
his eyes and looks up at you. "Mrrrraaaphh?" he asks.

You say to Tarkenton, "Kenbear, it's time to meet with my father."

You nudge Tarkenton with your foot, checking for signs of life.

Tarkenton blinks.

You say, "Up and wakey, rise and bakey."

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici eats the kafe bean and springs to his feet, the very
picture of wakefulness.

You smile softly.

You beckon to Tarkenton.

You smile broadly and say, "Come, soul."

Tarkenton gulps nervously.

Tarkenton begins to follow you.

You say to Tarkenton, "He promised that he wouldn't harm us."

You ponder an athame dagger thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

You cease wielding an athame dagger in your right hand.

Tarkenton ceases to wield an athame dagger in his left hand.

You say, "Assuming we don't attack him, of course."

Tarkenton ceases to wield a golden sunburst shield in his right hand.

Tarkenton nods his head emphatically.

Ready for a new adventure, you point boldly towards the horizon and declare in a
proud tone, "Onward!"

You portal to the Aetherplex Chamber.
Tarkenton follows you ether.

You portal to Frozen Rose.
Tarkenton follows you ether.
This room has not been mapped.

Tree-lined pathway.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A
natural, twisting pathway has been smoothed out here, leading more or less in a
straight line to the north. It slopes upward gently over a grassy hill, the
trail of firmly packed brown earth worn into a smooth surface by the tread of
feet over countless years. Maple and oak trees line the path, their leaves
glistening green, yet rimed with frost in the chilly air. They do not seem to be
harmed by the cold weather, and their natural beauty is merely accentuated by
the thin ice crackling along their thick, gnarled branches. Crackling with
energy, the command chair rises up from the floor. Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of
the Winter Court watches the area, his figure embraced by the spectral presence
of totemic animals. Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici is here. 

You bow respectfully to Hiriako.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici looks at Hiriako, offers a hesitant wave, and bows
respectfully.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "Greetings, both of you.
Thank you for coming, as well."

Zouviqil nods her head a little in response.

Obviously uncomfortable, Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici says to Hiriako, "Thank you
for receiving us, Greywalker."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court offers a polite bow towards
Tarkenton, while you receives a more familial greeting, that of a hug. It is,
however, somewhat hesitant. "I assure both of you of safety while you are here.
I will not harm you, nor will there be any threats. I wish to talk, not fight.
Please, follow me."

With a slow nod to Hiriako, Tarkenton shows his understanding.

You begin to follow Hiriako.

You nod your head at Hiriako.

You follow Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court north to A frosted
terrace.

Hiriako opens the reinforced door to the in.

You follow Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court in to A warm living
room.

You follow Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court west to A spacious
athenaeum.

You follow Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court west to A bright and
airy arboretum.

A bright and airy arboretum.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky.
Sparkling shafts of sunlight glitters down through the sturdy glass ceiling and
walls of this rather unique garden. Some discrete system provides a steady
supply of warm, fresh air, making the area exceedingly comfortable. A large
circular patio rests in the direct centre of the greenhouse, with paths
branching off in a wheel-and-spoke pattern to the main house, and various other
dwellings that are home to friends and family. The patio and pathways are lined
with mosiac tiles of gemstone, sending playful streaks of colour everywhere.
Large, ancient trees have taken root, housing various wildlife of birds and
squirrels in shady boughs, while haphazard flowerbeds and green grass fill the
rest of the available space. Every type of flower imaginable grows here, from
roses to orchids, to bluebells and tropical birds of paradise, spreading about
in a gleeful, wild abandon. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A
sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. 

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says to you, "You are still
family, and your room is still open to you. Now, please, settle in."

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici circle in place, examining the location for a moment
and eyeing the possible exits. His face becomes resolute, and he settles onto
one of the chairs slowly, being sure it will support his full weight before
committing himself to it.

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night eases into one
of the available seats, next to Tarkenton, placing her teddy bear on her lap as
she does so. She looks up at Hiriako, both calm and quiet.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court takes hold of a chair, bringing it
closer to the two of you and settling it down facing. He eases himself into it
as eyes move from one person to another. "I have a few things I wished to
discuss, and to ask. I expect honesty. Zouviqil," he turns his gaze to you,
gazing straight into her eyes. "What brought you to leave?"

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night offers a rueful
smile as she asks, perhaps a little bitterly, "Where do I begin with that
one?..." She looks back at Hiriako, gaze soft and voice level. "I could speak of
many things, here. My views had changed over time, about Mother Moon and the
Moon Coven, that is surely a big one. My views of Serenwilde changed quite
drastically, too. Though perhaps, the piece you might be more interested in..."
Her eyes lock on Hiriako's, her gaze fierce for just a moment, "... is how
abandoned I felt by everyone in the Northern Forest, including my own family."

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici eyes you sideways, attempting to keep a pleasantly
neutral expression on his face and leans back in his chair a bit, watching
Hiriako's face for his reaction.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court closes his eyes slowly as he
listens, head dipping down as ears flick towards you. "I am truly sorry that it
has been so long since we have seen each other. But...continue, I will not
interrupt." He clasps his hands together, eyes opening after a moment as he
looks at his daughter.

Zouviqil nods a little, continuing on, voice quiet. "Everyone
in our family slept, and of those who woke, they were busy or claimed to be.
Mother..." She pauses here, wrinkling her nose for a moment in distaste. "...
mother barely acknowledged my existence, and spoke constantly of planning to
rest when she awoke, and sometimes she did, but many times, she ran off to be
with other people. I was a woman. I am a woman. And most everyone treated me
like an ignorant little idiot of a child."

Zouviqil pauses, and then calms noticably. "But this could have
even been overlooked, if there were some cohesive whole, some community, in the
North. But so many things I had to learn on my own, so many truths and
untruths." She frowns. "Oh, and the untruths were plentiful, and I was left
wondering why lies were told to fellow kinsmen by our own."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court breathes slowly, evenly, his lips
turning into a frown as he speaks of your mother. "She...yes. I do not know
where she is, or what she does. It frustrates me, intensely." He shakes his head
to clear it of that thought, moving further in the conversation. "I will ask of
you, what did you find to be a lie?"

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici continues to sit and watch the exchange between
father and daughter with as little expression as he can manage, his fingers
laced with each other across his lap.

A warm aura of serene happiness fills you, radiating outward and colouring the
air about you with a bright, sunny glow.

Zouviqil looks away for a moment, eyes searching, to recall her
thoughts. She speaks, slowly, "... plenty... of the more mundane, in the
Moondancers, that rituals would be held regularly. Such a mundane lie to tell.
Why good is there in telling such a lie? To base your platform for a position on
it?" She shakes her head, looking over once more. "Of the less mundane, the
reasons for fights in Faethorn. I recall one incident in particular, when
Tredian was collecting fae, and there ended up being a huge fight, and Tredian
died to Kio. He told the whole Wilde that five of the Southern Forest had
appeared to kill him. In truth? He had been gathering fae, and Kio debated him.
He responded to the debate with attacks, and when he realized he was dying,
called for help from one or two in the Wilde, and a few Celestians, which then
results in the Southern Forest calling for more help."

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night adds, looking
back to Hiriako once more, "What harm would have happened from the truth, in
either of those? Why did I have to ask around the basin for the truth of the
situation, for the latter? What sort of place is the North that lies are spread
so easily?"

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court shakes his head slowly at this.
"No harm would have occurred. Some fools feel that lies are necessary to
strengthen themselves. I have never understood it. The two you speak of in
particular... I am glad to have little to do with them. That, at least I cannot
find issue with. The reasoning is sound." A slight sigh parts his lips as he
leans back on his seat, listening still. "Do you have more on your departure?"

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night inhales, and
adds, "... growing up, I was taught that Serenwilde was the forest of growth,
and in my time there, I felt like Serenwilde was the forest of stagnation,
indecision, and inaction." Exhaling slowly, she allows her eyes to fall onto the
teddy on her lap. "... and for all the times that my family could have held my
hand, could have loved me, could have taught me, I had people in the Southern
Forest stepping in, loving me, teaching me, eager to spend time with me."
Glancing sideways at Tarkenton, she says, "... and since my arrival, they still
do."

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici smiles warmly at you, then seems to remember where
his is before schooling his face back into a neutralish expression again.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court stays still for a long while after
those words are spoken, speaking finally with a sad tone in his voice. "Do not
doubt that I love you, daughter. Even if others are fools." He closes his eyes
for a moment, scrunching them briefly before turning his head away for a moment.
He gathers himself once more before looking first at you, then Tarkenton.
"Emotion is not forbidden, and I intend to know yours, before we leave today.
Tell me, about yourself and about my daughter. I want to know of you two, as a
couple."

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night looks at
Tarkenton, cheeks going noticably red when Hiriako says the word 'couple'. She
looks to Hiriako for a moment, before looking back at Tarkenton.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici blinks as the conversation rounds to him, and frowns
slightly in thought. A few moments pass, and he looks Hiriako directly in the
eyes and replies, "Emotion may not be forbidden, Greywalker, but I have been
seeking to master mine during times when outbursts and the like would serve no
purpose." He pauses, and reaches over to give your hand a squeeze before
continuing. "As for me and your daughter, what do you wish to know?" he asks
quizzically. "We love each other, deeply on both our parts. We enjoy our wakings
with each other, we do what we can together yet we also spend some time during
our wakings apart to allow the other growth and change necessary to be."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court has to crack a smile, the first
one that has likely been seen on him this day, when you turns a lovely shade of
crimson. "Daughter, irritated though we both may be at your mother, your face
looked like quite the picture of hers just now. So, as for what I want to
know..." He takes a deep breath as eyes watch, examining each of you closely.
"Of how you met, how you fell in love. I wish to know that she will be taken
care of, truthfully so, not the words you spouted upon our last meeting."

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night emits a small,
polite laugh at the last part of Hiriako's statement, offering Tarkenton now a
knowing look.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici grimaces and his facial fur turns a deeper shade of
red as the skin beneath flushes. "I regret our last meeting, Greywalker. If my
letter has not done it justice, allow me so now. I apologize, from the depths of
my being, for my conduct and words towards you and yours Greywalker. It was
inappropriate, childish, and if I could have that first meeting back I would.
Allow me a fresh start?" he asks with a brief pause, then continues on, his face
regaining its usual shade.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court lifts his hand up, stopping
Tarkenton after his words. "Your letter was received, and the apology accepted.
I wanted to tell you such in person, rather than through a scrip of paper.
Please, to the question. I am truly curious here, rather than posturing. I care
about my daughter, even if she no longer lives where I can watch her myself."

Smiling slightly, Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici says to Hiriako, "We met in the
company of my father. He and your daughter played hide and seek from time to
time as best as I can guess, and I happened to be along with him for a game.
Your wife, actually," he stops, looks hesitant to speak but forges onward, "met
with us there as well. One of her waking times when she wished to be sure of
Vi's safety, I imagine. We spoke, your daughter and wife far more eloquent than
I, and parted. That was our first meeting."

His smile growing broader, Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici says to Hiriako,
"Then...there was the matter of the Great Gift War. Your daughter gave to me a
little wakabi, as a reminder of a prior home," he strokes the stuffed wakabi
affectionately, "as well as a plethora of cakes and pastries. I was determined
to pay her back, and win our little war.""

Pride in his voice, Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici says to Hiriako, "I did win,
finally, though it took me a few tries."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court nods his head slowly at Tarkenton
before turning to you as well. "Feel free to speak as well. I wish to hear as
much as I can." He quickly turns his head back towards the tae'dae, listening.

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night smiles at
Hiriako and says, "I can fill the spots that he doesn't, but I've spoken
plenty."

+++ WILD AVU HAS APPEARED +++

Avurekhos blinks.

The door to the south slams shut.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici appears to warm to the tale, and continues, "From
there, we spoke when we saw the other was awake. We met in secret once or twice,
just happening to bump into each other out within the Basin. Eventually, we met
with my Papa Kio in his manse, and when he went to rest, we stayed and enjoyed
each other's company."

Tarkenton blinks.

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night glances off
towards Avurekhos's room for a moment, before refocusing her attention to
Hiriako and Tarkenton.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says to Tarkenton, "This is a
family place. Do not be concerned. Please, continue."

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici clears his throat, looking uncomfortable for a
moment, then continues. "I learned of what a special woman she was, and
eventually she trusted me with her company alone when we could meet. I think,
then, was when I began to love her," he says with fondness in his voice for you.
"I don't think she knew, quite yet, but we continued to spend time together, and
eventually she started to speak her feelings out loud around me in elfen."

A look of mock frustration on his face, Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici says, "I
still don't speak elfen, but I've started to recognize some. Especially the word
for love."

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici says to Hiriako, "From there, I don't believe there
is much to tell. She eventually told me her feelings, and I spoke to her of
mine."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court nods his head slowly at this.
"Hearing a word repeatedly will make it easier to understand. Very well." He
tips his head to the side, a moment spent in thought before he starts to speak
once more.

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night offers Tarkenton
a cheesy grin, face red. She looks back to Hiriako, giving Tarkenton's hand soft
squeezes all the while.

As he leans forward upon his chair, Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter
Court says, in Tae'dae, "Penumbra Tarkenton, I will say this one thing, and
please understand that I mean this not as a threat, but as a simple statement.
You possess my daughters heart. I am not fond of many from your home, but I have
respect for some. Earn that respect from me, and treat her as she deserves.
Should I find her unhappy, you will suffer for it. Should she be happy, then my
blade will only find you as combat necessitates. Am I clear?"

Leaning back in her chair comfortably, trying not to laugh, you say to Hiriako,
in Tae'dae, "Father, father... you forget something important here, and are
without knowledge of another... and that thing you forgot is that I speak
tae'dae, myself."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court smiles. "It has less to do with
attempting to hide it from you, dear daughter, than it does making quite clear
that he understands. The native tongue is usually one's best after all, yes?"

You nod your head at Hiriako, showing your acceptance.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici meets Hiriako's eyes, and his lips twitch into a
brief smile. In tae'dae he responds, "As a moonless night, Greywalker Hiriako.
Though, truth be told, you may have to duke it out with Papa Kio, most of the
Shadowdancer leadership, and likely a few others to get the first stab into me,"
he finishes with a grin.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court allows himself a slight smile at
this, the expression on his face almost fearsome in how slight it is. "Don't
risk the wrath of a father scorned. Particularly not one who knows how to fight.
In any case..." He turns back to you, returning to common for a moment. "Thank
you for taking the time to come speak." A turn towards Tarkenton. "You as well.
I am sincerely glad you could both make it."

Nodding a little, you say, "You are welcome, father... though I would hope you
would not look for Tarkenton on the battlefield..."

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night takes a hold of
her athame now, looking at Hiriako.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici says to Hiriako, "You're quite welcome, Greywalker.
I hope that if we cross on the battlefield, it is only for the works of our
respective forests, and not due to personal malice."

Sitting forward slightly once more, Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter
Court says to you, in Elfen, "Daughter, do not be estranged. I know much has
happened and that you have lost much faith. I will not ask you to return to us.
That is a decision that you will make in time, should you ever do so. But know
this. Regardless of where you may live, you are still my daughter, and I love
you."

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici frowns at you, eyeing the athame.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court nods his head slowly. "Should you
treat Zouviqil as she deserves, then yes, it will be solely for that reason."

 Zouviqil leans forward in her chair now, athame's blade
lingering by her wrist. A little bit firmly, she repeats herself, "I would hope
that anyone who loves me would not go looking for Tarkenton on the fields of
war."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court tips his head slightly to the
side. "Should he bring you no harm, I will not go looking for him. I cannot now,
nor ever, promise that fate will not cross our paths in combat. But you have my
word, Zouviqil, that I will not seek him out."

A warm aura of serene happiness fills you, radiating outward and colouring the
air about you with a bright, sunny glow.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici looks at your athame more than a bit nervously now
as it hovers near her wrist. He starts to open his mouth to speak, then closes
it and merely adjusts the sleeves of his robes to bare his forearms, now sitting
with the backs of his hands on his knees, wrists showing.

Zouviqil nods her head slightly, "That is good..." Swiftly, she
brings the blade across her wrist, though she slips a little, causing more pain
than she would have liked. She grimaces as blood wells up from her wound, a
vertical cut down her wrist.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici grunts, frowning as he watches you draw her blade
across you wrist, and peers at his own as blood starts welling from his forearm
as well. As the blood mats in his fur, he frowns at you and ignores his own
hurt, reaching out with glowing paws and laying them over your cut. A few
seconds pass, and when he pulls his paws away the cut is gone. "That was
foolish, dear heart," he rumbles at you, still frowning at you.

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night looks over at
Tarkenton, her wound healing at the same time as his own. "... my soul, our
pains, our joys, you know they are shared. It is only fair to warn my father of
what injury to one does to both, if he cares like he says, and like I believe he
means," she responds cooly to Tarkenton.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court nods his head slowly as he
watches. "Then I have every reason to believe that he should not seek to hurt
you, either. But recall that emotion will strain as well as the physical. Injury
need not draw blood to wound." He clasps his hands together before him. "Do
either of you have more you wish to say?"

You ponder the situation.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici blinks, then frowns. Looking at Hiriako, he softly
says, "I apologize doubly for my foolish behaviour, Greywalker. I didn't
realize...if you had..." he trails off, still frowning. "I do not, Greywalker,"
he says after a few moments.

Quietly, you say to Hiriako, "I do not know how likely it is, but I would hope
if he and I were to wed, you would come to our wedding... should we find neutral
ground for it, should it happen."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court nods his head slowly at this. "I
will come to your wedding if possible. This includes if you hold it within
Glomdoring, if they will see fit to grant me the courtesy. I will come unarmed,
should it be desired."

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici smiles and says to Hiriako, "Oh, they'll grant you
the courtesy, Greywalker. I promise you that. I'll make Papa Kio lean on whoever
is necessary, and Papa Thul lean on Papa Kio if I must."

Softly, you say to Hiriako, "I would appreciate it, if it were to occur. Oh. And
let the family know, if you could, that if they are going to try to ask what's
going on, they shouldn't preface it with insulting me. Specifically directed for
Golas. I will not respond to insults. Blood is blood, we are above that."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says to you, "He insulted you?
I'll smack the boy upside the head. Insults are never appropriate. I will let
them know."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says to Tarkenton, "Thank you. It
is appreciated."

You nod your head at Hiriako.

Hiriako smiles softly.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "Daughter, I wish to see
something. Namely, if you still have the ability to open the door to this place.
I intend for you to keep that."

You say to Hiriako, "I still love you, father, as I can see it within you - we
are both of the woods, and we both are for Nature. Never forget this, please.
Even though the Moon Coven has opted to label me an enemy, I am for Nature,
still."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says to you, "I will not forget
this. I...have been busy lately, and I hope I wake up the forest greatly in the
process. We shall see. I do not approve of all that Glomdoring does, or even
much of it, but there is more in common between us than many are willing to
recognize. The cities are who we should truly fight."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "Come please, both of you. I
need to depart shortly and do not wish to risk you being trapped within."

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici says to you, "If I remember the way we came in
correctly, I believe it is east."

You nod your head at Hiriako.

You follow Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court east to A warm living
room.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "If you could try, please."

You nod your head emphatically.

You open the reinforced door to the out.

You nod your head emphatically.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "Good."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "You are welcome here.
Should anybody give you trouble with that, I ask you to speak to me. Tarkenton,
I would not advise being here without Zouviqil, but if she is present, you may
be as well."

With a slow nod to Hiriako, Tarkenton shows his understanding.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici says, "I would hate to cause...further
misunderstandings with your family."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says to you, "Now. Can we skip the
bows? Give me a hug. I have missed you."

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night smiles a bit,
and allows herself release from her discipline. She nearly vaults into Hiriako's
chest face first, throwing her arms around her father, just as he would recall
she used to.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court has to smile, soft and fond, as
arms wrap about you, his head dipping down to gently kiss you atop the head.
"That's the girl I remember. Keep in touch, and be safe." He closes his eyes as
he holds on, lingering for a fair while before stepping back, turning now to
Tarkenton and extending a hand.

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night returns back to
Tarkenton, standing beside him, trying to hide away the smile on her face.

Penumbra Tarkenton d'Illici smiles at the two of you, and grasps Hiriako's hand
in a firm shake when it is offered to him. "Truly a pleasure this time,
Hiriako."

You smile and say, "We'll be taking our leave then, may your days be productive
and safe, father."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court nods his head towards the younger
male. "I can honestly say it was. Consider one thing from this. Not all Serens
are fools, despite what you may have heard from my daughter. We are all plagued
by idiots in this world. Show respect, until it is proven then are not worthy of
it." He shakes the hand firmly, a warrior's grip given. "Be well, both of you."

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "Oh, wait. One last thing."

You tilt your head curiously at Hiriako.

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says to you, "I thought you should
read this."

You ponder elegant, feather-caressed stationery thoughtfully, looking it up and
down.

You nod your head at Hiriako.

You say, "I will make sure to send it back. Be safe!"

Greywalker Hiriako Myeras of the Winter Court says, "I do not require its
return. The message was sent."

Tarkenton chuckles long and heartily.

Penumbra Zouviqil Myeras, Servant of the Night offers her
father a final smile. She takes her exit with Tarkenton, taking his hand as she
leaves.

Anita

I just love you and Tarkenton together.

Kio

*sniffle*

I'm so proud of my e-son

Tarkenton

What can I say,I took both Pappas chastising to heart and strove to implant false memory. And to be polite, and know a way out

Hiriako

False memory, the true hallmark of Glomdoring! Oh, the things going on in Hiriako's mind.

Daraius

Hiriako is my new favorite everything forever.   :x

Zouviqil

He is really awesome, innhe.

Hiriako

Thank you. ^_^

Shaddus

Best. Log. Ever.

Tacita

Oh man. This is so awesome, I actually have no words. Hiriako is brilliant

Shaddus

Kinda wish I had daughters that I could rp with.

/peer

Tacita

Shaddus said:

Kinda wish I had daughters that I could rp with. /peer

>.>

(I will be able to in a few weeks when my exam is past and I can hold down two characters again!)

Hiriako

Shaddus. Among your alts you have NO daughters?

Daraius

I tried to imagine what Daraius would do in this situation and I just got so sad. 

Marcella

...does this mean if either of you die, the other will heartstop?

that's pretty hardcore.

Shaddus

Hiriako said:

Shaddus. Among your alts you have NO daughters?

90% of my alts don't get married at all. I'm not going to make an alt to try out skills/rp and get someone's hopes up in an e-relationship, that's just rude.

As of right now, only Shaddus, Pesukaru and Entrias are married.

(disclaimer: I do have one engaged character, one character whose wife suicided and the second wife fragged all of her skills on the wheel, and another character who is SUPPOSED to be getting married if the other player hadn't gotten bored with Lusternia)

Tarkenton

Marcella said:

...does this mean if either of you die, the other will heartstop?

that's pretty hardcore.

I've been thinking about that, actually.  I don't actually have heartstop, and it would suck to be mid combat and one of us gets dropped thus dropping the other...

On the other hand, hardcore integrity of the arrrpees.  I'm tempted by both considerations, really.

Zouviqil

Tarkenton said:

Marcella said:

...does this mean if either of you die, the other will heartstop?

that's pretty hardcore.

I've been thinking about that, actually.  I don't actually have heartstop, and it would suck to be mid combat and one of us gets dropped thus dropping the other...

On the other hand, hardcore integrity of the arrrpees.  I'm tempted by both considerations, really.

It is sorely tempting to do, isn't it, but we'd both need the skill.

Tarkenton

*waits impatiently for elite to ding*

Kio

Guys... don't take it that far, please.  I mean... I understand wanting to maintain that sort of RP integrity, but you can just RP a severe pain.  It will make for bad times for your raiding partners

(Also, if this is a joke, I'm sorry.  I'm bad at jokes.)

Tarkenton

Honestly Kio, dunno if it's a joke or not. It's a neat idea, but I can definitely understand the frustration of the side we're on. Gonna sleep on it a while, see what sticks.

Hiriako

Watch out. It isn't honey.

(Also, honestly? For the sake of reason, I wouldn't heartstop if the other dies, even if it makes sense in RP. RP the pain, but not the death. Especially if people are involved in combat, or hunting. That'd just get depressing and irritating fast.)

Rialorm

If you want to 'pay' you could help each other in recovering from the loss that a death brings, as a sort of reforging of the bond or being there to lean on each other or whatever you wish to make of it.

Tarkenton

Honestly, it was a whimsical idea that sounded semi-neat at first, then we started thinking about the mechanics of it and decided on it being a no go.