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littlemanpoet · 06-09-2005, 08:08 PM

"Saeryn," said Degas, "Fenrir is coming. He wants you home."

She looked at Degas blankly. "Who is Fenrir?"

Degas gave her a look of exasperation, but sighed and kept his calm. He proceeded in a quiet voice to try to explain to her who Fenrir was.

Bethberry answererd Eodwine on the other side of the table, suggesting that he had gone about building a family backward. Ruthven couldn't resist some rogueish ribbing, which the traitorious Falco thoroughly enjoyed at Eodwine's expense. Bethberry spoke up again.

"What business do you think a healer or Innkeeper might have with matchmaking, Master Eodwine? Is it a potion you desire? Or a midnight ritual to prepare yourself for the proceedings? Or lessons in the gentle arts of persuasion and attention?" Her mouth was grinning, but Eodwine, imagining that he could not see her mouth, saw that she was serious in the eye.

He opened his mouth to come to his own defense when Gudryn, who sat between Eodwine and Saeryn, and had been tracking both conversations, spoke up. "We must convince Fenrir of what has happened to you Saeryn, we must".

All eyes turned to her and she blushed deeply. "Then we shall do our best to tell him the story of what has passed here," Eodwine said, looking at her seriously.

She looked up at him gratefully, but still seemed embarassed. He reached around her shoulder and drew her to him in a fatherly one-handed embrace. She sank her head into his shoulder. He turned then to face Bethberry.

"My thought was that an Innkeeper knows the folk of Edoras as well as anyone, and better than most. I had no thought for potions or rituals or arts. I seek a woman who can love my daughter and me and would be willing to make of the three of us a new family, given time for proper courting. As for the ways of the Golden Hall of Meduseld, you forget that most of my time is spent on a horse on the road, and whereas I can speak with the haughtiness of the high born on a whim, it is by no means what I am. I was a farmer before I was the King's errand boy." He grinned. "So do you know of any lady that would be willing or even feign interest in a wifeless father?" He looked again at Gudryn with a warm smile.

06-09-2005, 08:08 PM	#484
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	"Saeryn," said Degas, "Fenrir is coming. He wants you home." She looked at Degas blankly. "Who is Fenrir?" Degas gave her a look of exasperation, but sighed and kept his calm. He proceeded in a quiet voice to try to explain to her who Fenrir was. Bethberry answererd Eodwine on the other side of the table, suggesting that he had gone about building a family backward. Ruthven couldn't resist some rogueish ribbing, which the traitorious Falco thoroughly enjoyed at Eodwine's expense. Bethberry spoke up again. "What business do you think a healer or Innkeeper might have with matchmaking, Master Eodwine? Is it a potion you desire? Or a midnight ritual to prepare yourself for the proceedings? Or lessons in the gentle arts of persuasion and attention?" Her mouth was grinning, but Eodwine, imagining that he could not see her mouth, saw that she was serious in the eye. He opened his mouth to come to his own defense when Gudryn, who sat between Eodwine and Saeryn, and had been tracking both conversations, spoke up. "We must convince Fenrir of what has happened to you Saeryn, we must". All eyes turned to her and she blushed deeply. "Then we shall do our best to tell him the story of what has passed here," Eodwine said, looking at her seriously. She looked up at him gratefully, but still seemed embarassed. He reached around her shoulder and drew her to him in a fatherly one-handed embrace. She sank her head into his shoulder. He turned then to face Bethberry. "My thought was that an Innkeeper knows the folk of Edoras as well as anyone, and better than most. I had no thought for potions or rituals or arts. I seek a woman who can love my daughter and me and would be willing to make of the three of us a new family, given time for proper courting. As for the ways of the Golden Hall of Meduseld, you forget that most of my time is spent on a horse on the road, and whereas I can speak with the haughtiness of the high born on a whim, it is by no means what I am. I was a farmer before I was the King's errand boy." He grinned. "So do you know of any lady that would be willing or even feign interest in a wifeless father?" He looked again at Gudryn with a warm smile.