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Sophia the Thunder Mistress · 05-18-2003, 10:45 PM

Calimir had been close behind Turthol and Wren when he heard Enien's cry. Dashing after them he came to the place where Rangar had fought the strange man. Rangar's face was white and Carmalita wore an expression of concern as she and Wren arrived panting and out of breath.

Together the members of the company half supported and half carried Rangar back to the camp. As Turthol went rushing off after the attacker, Calimir drew Enien to the side.

"You are troubled, why?" he asked. "What happened out there, were you watching?" The look on Enien's face showed shame, and the gash from the earlier fight was puffy and red. Enien seemed hesitant to speak. Calimir touched the wound on her face gently. "Has Carmalita looked at this?" he asked her with some concern, "it should be cleaned."

"No. I'm fine." Enien closed her mouth firmly, and Calimir didn't push her. After a few moments of silence she began to speak. She told him about cursing at the star, and how she'd taken Rangar's watch. Then she told of Wren's words after Turthol had gone. But in the end she came back to Rangar. "I knew he was gone." she said quietly, "but I did nothing."

Calimir sighed heavily. "Would your doing anything have changed what happened?" he asked. "Enien, it is not your job to protect the world." Enien wavered for a moment, then walked away a few paces.

"What if it had been you, Calimir?" she asked levelly. "Would Glorenwen blame me if I had known you were in danger and done nothing?" Calimir's breath hissed out sharply through his teeth. It was not a scenario he wanted to think about. At a loss for words he watched Enien walk back toward the fire.

He leaned back against a tree, and slid down it to the ground, feeling the rough bark through his tunic. With his head in his hands he thought about Glorenwen. What was he doing out here? He who had everything. Everything important.

He stretched out his thoughts toward his wife and felt her respond. With a contented sigh, he knew she was sleeping. He could almost hear her voice, gentle and calm. He sighed heavily. Sleep would not come easily tonight. Striding back slowly toward the fire Calimir volunteered for the next watch.

[ May 19, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]

05-18-2003, 10:45 PM	#118
Sophia the Thunder Mistress Scent of Simbelmynë Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Aboard Highwind, bound for Traverse Town Posts: 1,780	Calimir had been close behind Turthol and Wren when he heard Enien's cry. Dashing after them he came to the place where Rangar had fought the strange man. Rangar's face was white and Carmalita wore an expression of concern as she and Wren arrived panting and out of breath. Together the members of the company half supported and half carried Rangar back to the camp. As Turthol went rushing off after the attacker, Calimir drew Enien to the side. "You are troubled, why?" he asked. "What happened out there, were you watching?" The look on Enien's face showed shame, and the gash from the earlier fight was puffy and red. Enien seemed hesitant to speak. Calimir touched the wound on her face gently. "Has Carmalita looked at this?" he asked her with some concern, "it should be cleaned." "No. I'm fine." Enien closed her mouth firmly, and Calimir didn't push her. After a few moments of silence she began to speak. She told him about cursing at the star, and how she'd taken Rangar's watch. Then she told of Wren's words after Turthol had gone. But in the end she came back to Rangar. "I knew he was gone." she said quietly, "but I did nothing." Calimir sighed heavily. "Would your doing anything have changed what happened?" he asked. "Enien, it is not your job to protect the world." Enien wavered for a moment, then walked away a few paces. "What if it had been you, Calimir?" she asked levelly. "Would Glorenwen blame me if I had known you were in danger and done nothing?" Calimir's breath hissed out sharply through his teeth. It was not a scenario he wanted to think about. At a loss for words he watched Enien walk back toward the fire. He leaned back against a tree, and slid down it to the ground, feeling the rough bark through his tunic. With his head in his hands he thought about Glorenwen. What was he doing out here? He who had everything. Everything important. He stretched out his thoughts toward his wife and felt her respond. With a contented sigh, he knew she was sleeping. He could almost hear her voice, gentle and calm. He sighed heavily. Sleep would not come easily tonight. Striding back slowly toward the fire Calimir volunteered for the next watch. [ May 19, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ] __________________ The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!