Post by Gem Hawksong on Dec 31, 2010 17:20:12 GMT 10
He knew that there were things that needed sorting out, when it came to his family. He needed to figure out how he was every going to rule n Taror, while he was banished. Things were not going to be easy.
He moved through the house, searching for Sahar. “Sahar, I need to tell you about something,” he said, smiling at her when he found the red haired elf. It was not something he was looking forwards to telling her. She did not know he was of royal blood at all. No one but Gem's family knew.
Her head bobbed up at the sound of his voice, sitting slightly to the side as if deep in thought as she stared at him with deep, green orbs.
"Hm...can you tell me here?" she asked, gesturing to the mountain of dough before her. She was cooking, her rounded belly covered with an apron and her nose have a few flecks of flour upon it.
She flashed him a grin, kneading the dough with her knuckles.
“I had a messenger come and find me earlier in Ielvos hall. Usually not something I need to worry about. And usually easily dealt with but not this time.” he sighed. “They were from Taror. Soora wants me back home. One problem, I was exiled from the place. But if she wants me home, well I have to go, and no one can stop me from going into the town again.”
he sighed.
“The reason she wants me there is the issue.”
She nodded, kneading the sticky dough with her fingers before pausing and adding a little more flour.
"Well, then we'll head up there for a few days," she frowned slightly "I can't ride a horse though..."
She patted her stomach with a doughy hand, knowing it would be a very uncomfortable ride sitting on a horse for a few moments, let alone hours or days.
She looked up at him, frowning once more as she noticed his tone. Wiping her hands on a clean cloth, she went to him, wrapping her small arms around his waist and head her head on his chest.
"Whats the matter?"
“Getting you there is no issue. I'll carry you, and it'll only take about an hour that way.” he chuckled at that idea. There was no strain on him when it came to doing such things.
“The reason is that my mother's dying, and when she does actually die, I have to be there... to take her place. My parents are not just any nobles, but a king and queen themselves. I was the one she chose to take her place.”
Sahar
Her mouth formed a silent 'o' as her eyes widened and landed upon him. He was royalty? She knew he had been banished, that he was from a well off family...but royalty?
"So....were moving to Taror?" she asked quietly, wondering what the town she had heard so much about was like.
She rubbed her stomach, wondering where she wanted her children to grow up. Her friends where here, but her family was wherever Drannor was.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to have to return there and do what is wanted of me. It’s not something I can do, after so many years of being exiled from there. No one’s going to trust me at all. But I guess if my family calls, I have to answer that call.”
He grimaced. No one trusted an elf returning from exile. At least, not in that town anyway.”Guess I don’t know what will happen until we go over for a visit. At least Soora approves of you. That’s one issue dealt with.”
Sahar
She smiled slightly and nodded.
"Drannor, family is the most important thing...and people will trust you again, surely they must of heard what you have done here? And if not, they will easily fall in love with you," she said and chuckled "And i'm glad Soora likes me."
They had met only for a few moments, the day Drannor had almost died. And maybe she could find some information about her family there, it was something she was still searching for.
“Though they might have heard of the good things, they will also have heard of the trial as well. That will do little in my favour, them knowing of that. Not that it matters, they will learn, eventually.”
That was not something that bothered him too much. “We should probably head over there soon. Sooner the better, so I can sought out what’s happening. Might be able to set thigns so that I’m mainly here, and only there when needed.”
Sahar
She nodded, glad to know he was finding a way to work things out.
“Is your....father going to be there?” she asked quietly, raising an eyebrow in question and moved away, working on the dough once more.
“Let me just finish this....and we can go?” she asked, guessing there would be a few things he needed to do before going.
She hummed to herself, and her children, as she kneaded it once more.
He ought to be. After all, she's his wife." The words were bitter though. It was clear that Drannor was not looking forwards to that meeting at all. It was going to be uncomfortable.
"And yes, you finish what you're doing, I better go find Gem and tell her whats come up, though she likely already does. Sees everything, she does." She was more than the princess to me. Family.
Sahar
She pattered his cheek with a floury hand in comfort, leaving a white mark there.
“It will be okay Drannor, I have no doubt that Soora will keep him in line,” she flashed him a smile, tryig to stay positive for him. Though, she doubted this was the kind of man she wanted her children around.
“Tell Gem I say hi!” she called after him, going back to her cooking.
"Will do, but if its him thats hurting her, well, she might not be able to."
He laughed though and hurried off out of the house. So much to do, so little time.
As he left he got rid of the flour on his face though. Couldn't leave the house with that there, could he? There was no point in causing himself embarrassment. It did not take long though to deal with the things needed at the moment.
Sahar
She could not help but smile at his carefree laughter, a sound she did not often hear and she was glad that she had gotten that playful smile once more back onto his handsome features.
Humming to herself as she worked, she pulled the stretchy dough apart and rolling it into long balls before setting it onto trays and into the ovens.
Done with that task, she set to cleaning up. Wiping benches and dishes cleared her mind, making her feel relaxed. She loved the simple task, enjoying to work as many disliked.
Things took only a few minutes for him to deal with. Gem already knew but she was pleased that he came to tell her himself. She’d returned the same message to Sahar when she’d heard the one sent to her.
Smiling he headed home, knowing that he had done the right thing at the moment. Though things were not going to be easy when they got to Taror, he knew that he’d be able to handle anything that was thrown in his direction.
Sahar
“Tá cúpla seachtain ó shin, a rugadh leanbh ... cúpla seachtain ó shin, chuaigh mo chroíthrum,” she sang the words quietly to herself, smiling at the words. It was a small poem she had grown up with, one her human mother had taught her.
Finished cleaning, she stretched her arms and wandered into the lounge, sitting upon the soft couch and resting her feet on the coffee table surface and sighed, completely relaxed,
He entered the house, smiling as he figured out in one breathe where she was. It was not something he was used to, but he was getting more used to being able to smell where she was. Hard though, to remember such things. And keep in control.
Moving through the house he joined her where she was. “All sorted.”
There was nothing to do now, but get moving over there. Not something he looked forwards to, but he would go.
Sahar
“Awesome,” she grinned, heaving her massive weight to her small feet and heading over towards him, wrapping thin arms around his waist and resting her red head against his chest with a small sigh. Oh how she wished he was still warm, that she could still hear his heartbeat.
Eyes fluttering to his face before looking away made her remember that was not what she truly loved about him, looks and warmth weren’t everything.
“Do we need to take anything? Or will we only be a short amount of time?”
“We won’t need anything. If we do, well, that’s easily arranged over there. You forget there are others like you who live there as well, so that sort of thing is always possible. I’m not the first one to choose someone who’s not one of my own kind.”
He smiled at her. There was something nagging at his mind at the moment, and he knew that he would have to deal with it before he said or did anything else. “There is something I wanted to ask you actually.”
This was something he had to do. He took one step away from her though, holding her hand still. “You know I love you. This has been on my mind for a while now, since before that trial, actually. Sahar Ashia, would you please give me the honour of being my mate?” before he’d spoken the last sentence, he’d knelt.
Sahar
She nodded good naturedly, sending a small smile his way at his words before her jaw dropped, shocked as he dropped to one knee.
A small girlish giggle leaving her as she studied him with wide green eyes, nodding without thought.
“Of course Drannor,” she whispered, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him despite her rounded stomach and tears beaded in her orbs.
“Do you even need to ask you silly man,” she muttered, kissing his nose gently as she pulled away.
He stood up when she hugged him, it took no effort to lift her as well, nor did he need his hands to do that. They still moved though, wrapping around her gently. “Thank you.” He lowered his head, kissing her gently. Soora would be pleased with him for getting that hurdle out of the way. How though was his father going to react? He decided that he did not care for that one.
Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a small box. In it, he knew was a silver ring with a few little rubies embedded in it. “It’s a tradition among the elves that when we find and ask the person who is meant for us that we give them something like this. Only when the actual day arrives, When the day arrives, we give them back to the one who gave them to us in exchange for a different ring, that we keep for the rest of our lives.”
Sahar
She grinned broadly, returning his kiss with a light pressure and sighed, head resting upon his shoulder as he pulled out a small box. It was somewhat similar to the human fashion of a ring, and yet somehow with its own Elven twist.
“Oh its beautiful,” she whispered, tracing the rubies with a soft finger and looked up at him “what do the other rings look like?”
She was curious, having grown up with humans she was still learning about her native customs.
“I’m glad you like it. I've had it for a long time.” He smiled. Then he thought for a few moments. “The others are a simpler gold band with a few tiny diamonds on the top. That’s what we’ll get later though.”
He chuckled. “I don’t see many of them, so I do not really take any notice, but that is all I know.”
Sahar
She flashed a smile, still studying the small ring. It seemed such big things could be said by such a small object. The thought made her smile again.
“You know,” she said after a moment “I wish you could still read my mind.”
She chuckled, having doubted the day she would ever say that.
“Come on then, let’s get going before night falls,” she said.
“I don’t always have to be in your head. I know your face too well, Sahar.” He chuckled, remembering when he’d told Auraka that she was pregnant. Sahar did not know what that fight had been about. He knew she knew they had had a fight. Nor did she know yet that Auraka was her brother. That was not his secret to tell.
"Come on. Let's get moving. It won't take me long to run that far really. I'll carry you, like I said earlier."
Sahar
She nodded with a smile “to true Drannor,” she said, knowing she was easier to read then a book once you got to know her.
“Okay,” she said, shifting closer towards him so that he could carry her, though a frown burrowed between her eyebrows.
“Hey Drannor,” she murmured “I heard something the other day... something about you and Auraka fighting.... why?”
He lifted her up into his arms easily. She was as light as a feather to him now. Not that she would agree if he told her, which he chose not to. When she asked about the fight though between him and Auraka, he thought for a moment. “There was a disagreement. He’s like me now, and well, when we don’t agree, vampires will usually fight each other. Not to kill but to try and dominate.”
Sahar
She felt somewhat dazed as he lifted her, feeling weird at sitting and moving at the same time. Though, she supposed that it wasn’t much different from horseback, she chuckled quietly to herself at the thought.
“Auraka’s a vampire?” she asked in surprise, not having heard this yet “what about Gem? What does she think?”
She hoped they hadn’t broken up over such a thing, though she knew how hard it was at first.
Her small, healer hands reached up and brushed his cheek, no sign of injury.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” she asked, green orbs running over him with worry, though a flame of annoyance spread as well towards Auraka. What had they been disagreeing over?
“What was the...disagreement about?” she asked.
"You don't need to worry about me, love. I'm fine. No harm done really, though I guess my pride got a little hurt in a way."
He chuckled. "I told him that you were pregnant, and for reasons Auraka wants to tell you of himself, he attacked me, without haring the whole story."
It was nothing to him. "He only calmed down enough for me to tell him the rest after Gem yelled at both of us."
Things really were odd these days for him, and for the others who knew him. "Gem's fine about it. She'd did not react as much as you did when I first changed. then again, she knew it was coming, what with Auraka and I being from the same town."
Sahar
She frowned, surprised by the reason behind it. Auraka had attacked Drannor because he had told him she was pregnant? Odd.
“Ha,” she muttered as they moved, deep in thought. Why would Auraka do such a thing? And how couldn’t he have known? It was common news in the small town now, about how she had saved Drannor from death by yelling it to the world.
She’d have to attack him with her questions when they returned, knowing that Drannor would respect his wishes and not tell her. As much as it killed her to wait.
“Sorry, but that’s as much as I can tell you.” He knew that he was hiding something from her, but it was Auraka’s wish that he told Sahar himself. Drannor had enough respect there. Though at the time, he would not have deserved Drannor staying silent about it.
He continued to run through the trees, moving at a speed that was akin to Neldor or Cyara flying. It was something that came with being a vampire. “Gave him a few warnings about vampire hierarchy, too.”
He smiled. It would not take long for Taror to come to them. Soon enough he was slowing down. “Look up ahead,” he said, kissing her. A low stone wall could be seen amongst the trees, looking natural in its place. “And welcome, to Taror.”
He stopped though, hearing footfalls too soft for a normal elf like Sahar. No, it was a vampire coming.
Sahar
Her frown deepened, but she let it be. Soon enough she would have the man pinned down, demanding answers from him. She giggled to herself at the image, a fat pregnant girl sitting on top of a vampire. She doubted she would win that fight.
She looked up, her lips brushing against his as she studied the town before her. So this was where Drannor grew up...
A tall, golden haired male elf appeared, there was an almost, feline grace to him though, and it was clear from his blue eyes, that were more black than blue, that he was one of Drannor's kind.
"That you, my prince?"
Drannor stiffened at the words that came from the other vampire, who's eyes were locked on Sahar hungrily. Setting her down, he stepped in front of her, almost crouching defensively.
"Filarion Oakbow, I know you." He didn;t have to give his name this time. He was the one more highly ranked.
"I was sent to find you."
"I came as quick as I could. We'll be going straight to my old home, if you will," Drannor replied curtly.
The other nodded.
Sahar
She stood quietly behind him, watching Drannor’s protective movements with some sort of amusement. Though, she didn’t doubt the hunger in the other elves eyes.
She waited for Drannor to lead the way, sticking close to his side so he didn’t have to worry quiet so much.
He sighed as the other elf backed off. It was clear from Drannor's actions that Sahar was his and no one else's. It did not take long for them to reach Drannor's old home. It was as ornate and large as the tree back in Anthatal.
As they moved up the stairs though, another elf, his own age and though female, who was identicle to him, came rushing down.
"Anno!" she called.
He stopped, a few steps in frnt of Sahar, as the other girl leapt at him. He hugged her. "Good to see you again, Maith."
Sahar
She followed him, still silent as she studied the town. It was good, she decided finally, to see where he had grown up. It was rare for him to tell her about his past, unless it was needed.
She paused as a girl threw himself at Drannor, a flare of jealousy flying threw her but it quickly left as she recognized her as his twin sister. It seemed twins ran in the family.
“Hallo,” she said quietly to the other girl.
“Hey Sahar, nice to see you again,” Maith said, flitting down the other steps and hugging her. To Drannor she added, “Mum’s not in a good way.”
"I know. That's the reason we came here, Maith. You know I can't come unless I'm needed by our parents."
"I know." She sighed, "wish father would get over that already. It's really dull without you being here, brother."
"It'll never happen. Not till he dies." Which would be soon, but neither would know about that from him. Drannor wasn't about to tell them either.
Sahar
She flashed a warm dimpled smile, hugging her soon to be sister in law though she was somewhat surprised by the affection, which made her feel even guiltier for the jealousy she had felt before.
“Nice to see you again Maith,” she said, pulling away slightly and looked to Drannor gently.
“Is she well enough for visitors?” she questioned.
"She's hanging on, but its not looking good for her," Maith replied. "Though something tells me that Wistari will be angry when he gets home."
"Only because he'll be able to smell both me and Sahar here." Drannor sighed, shaking his head. "Might have to teach him a lesson." Not an easily taught one either. He was ancient when it came to vampire years.
It was going to hurt. "Only though if he dares to try and attack Sahar though."
She bobbed her head, wondering what was actually wrong with the motherly elf. Maybe she could try and help, being a well known healer and all she might actually know something they had yet to try.
Flashing Drannor a small, thankful smile, she took his hand and started up the stairs, wanting to see Soora and froze mid-stride.
"Drannor..." she whispered feeling a sudden wetness on her legs "I think my water just broke..."
He blinked at her last set of words. As did Maith. They both knew what she meant, they'd seen this before and they knew it.
"Come on," he said, lifting her up again. He was smiling though, this was going to be interesting. It did not take them long to get up into the house, though Drnanor knew that things were going to be difficult.
She blinked as he did, seeming to be in slight shock more then anything as Drannor carried her up the stairs and settling her upon the soft bed and winced suddenly. After having helped so many babies be born, she knew what to expect...but what she had seen also scared her slightly.
Her green orbs darted to Drannor, knowing this would be hard for him as well. The smell of blood, her blood, still got to him.
"Leave Drannor..." she whispered "don't cause yourself pain....i'll be alright."
She winced again slightly, knowing that the contractions were getting closer. Soon they would know how many children she was having
"No." There was no chance of that. "It's not going to annoy me." There were some things she said that he refused point blank about.
Maith sighed as she looked at him. "She'll be fine, Drannor. I'll be here for her. You really should not be here, you look thirsty. Go hunt, brother." I won't leave her, Maith promised.
He sighed. He couldn't win against his twin. "You better not," he replied through clenched teeth. "Time to find my father I think. Shout for me when things are over here."
His sister nodded. Drannor left.
She frowned as Drannor refused to go, though it did not surprise her.
"I'll still be here love," she patted his hand as he left before sighing with relief, looking to Maith.
"He worries to much..." she muttered and favored Maith with a small smile before wincing once more. It surely was more painful then she remembered, then again she had never done anything more then help a baby be born.
"Are you a healer Maith?" she asked, trying to make a conversation with Drannor's twin
"Not in the typical sense, no. My gift is slightly different. I can feel when somethings happening inside another that is different, or give a time for how long something will take for someone."
Maith sighed. "My mother's teaching me to use those gifts to help with families who are having trouble with someone healing and things. Some of the questions I get aren't easy to handle."
She nodded with a small smile "a useful gift to have..." she said and sighed. It seemed Drannor's family were a gifted bunch, meaning that her children had a high chance of gaining a gift as well. She wondered what he or she would look like, how they would grow up and who they would take over. Would they become riders, or land beings. Healers or fighters?
There was just to many options for one to make, or alas one to chose for them.
Another bout of pain over took her, but she made herself appear relaxed and fine. She had no doubt that Drannor was watching her though Maith, worrying over every wince or breath. But then it worsened, not the easiest thing look fine with all you want to do is roll into a ball and sob, waiting for it to pass.
Her hand snatched up Maith's squeezing it until she thought the girls fingers might break and panted for breath.
"I don't use it very much," she replied, smiling at her. She knew that this was a hard thing to do for anyone, and she knew that she herself was no healer. Soora was the healer really, but she was currently out of action.
"Don't worry about hurting my hands, they won't break no matter how much you squeeze them. Vampire strength, remember?"
She smiled weakly at the poor attempt of a joke, but took it gratefully. Hearing something downstairs, she sighed.
"If Drannor comes back up here," she muttered "I'll kick his arse, personally..."
She clenched Maith's hand tighter, knowing the time was upon them. Soon, in the matter of moments or hours...she and Drannor would be parents. Suddenly, she relised just how under prepared they were. They still didn't have a cot, clothes..anything really. Then again, she wasn't meant to be due for another 4-5 weeks.
"It's not him." She paused though catching the sound of the footsteps. "Or maybe we will need Drannor around. Thats my father."
This was not good. There was no chance that Maith would be able to defend Sahar if it came to it.
Soon though the front door opened a second time. "Oh good, Drannor's home. That will keep father busy a while though I wish that were not so."
The red girl, barely an adult herself, now held two children in her arms. Twins. Sweat beaded upon her forehead, once glossy locks mattered with the sweat as she looked back upon her conversation only an hour before.
"I know Maith...but he'll be fine..." she had said, though she to worried about Drannor and his father. There wasn't much she could do against someone like him.
“I'm good at hiding things from Drannor. I'm the only one he would dare to invades mind. I've given too many pushes out for him to try again now.” Maith smiled. “It's nice to see I have a few new family members.”
She could hear her father talking, and Drannor replying. The voices though between father and son were getting louder though, and angrier. Soon even Sahar would be able to hear them.
"What have you done to Soora?"
"I got bored of her, nothing more."
"You what!" The reply from Drannor was practically a bellow now. "How dare you!"
She winced at the loud voices, not wanting the raised voices to wake the sleeping children.
"I think we should go down," she murmured, placing the sleeping bundles into the soft bed and sitting up with some effort before struggling to her feet.
When Drannor got upset or mad, often only Sahar could calm him down. She waddled down the stairs, unused to the sudden weightlessness around her waist as she headed softly down the stairs.
The children would be alright where they were for now.
“Go back to bed,” Drannor said, seeing his mother standing there. “Don't worry about me, things are gonna be fine.”
She nodded slowly. Find me when this is over, she thought, leaving the room.
When he heard Sahar getting down the stairs, Drannor moved to stand somewhat in the way so his father would not dare. He knew that Wistari was not pleased about Sahar being in his home.
Sure enough as soon as Sahar came into sight, Wistari lunged, breaking his own rule.
Drannor darted forwards though, cathching him off gaurd and sending him to the ground. "Don't you dare!" he said, glaring into those black, hungry eyes.
Green eyes widened with surprise, taking a slight step back as the elf leaped at her. So this was the infamous Wistari she had heard all about.
Wishing dearly she could think her thoughts to Drannor now, she stayed behind his form and studied Wistari.
He was nothing special, but the twisted look upon his face made him seem somewhat feral.
And sure enough, a child's wail could then be heard. Quickly joined by another.
"Twins..." she whispered, hurrying back up the stairs to look after the newly borns.
He sprang, attacking quickly, though he easily moved the fight out of the house. This was not something he had ever thought he would have to do. He knew that Sahar would be watching from somewhere in the house. Though he was amazed when he heard they had twins, and the momentary distraction gave his father time to change. All of a sudden there was a snarling bear charging for him.
Drannor growled and suddenly he was a big russet furred wolf. A lot of people were now crowding around eagerly.
She hummed the children back to sleep after feeding them, her sharp ears picking up the clashes and cheers from downstairs. Though, she was somewhat confused by the loud growls. They weren't like anything she had heard before, well not anything somewhat human.
Placing her baby girl back onto the bed, her soft steps carried her to the window where she could peer down upon the fight below.
She winced at every blow landed upon Drannor, as if sharing the pain he seemed not to feel.
Soora moved to join Sahar at the window. She was pale and gaunt looking but she had the strength for this. “Wistari's the bear. Drannor's the wolf,” she said. “Its the first time Drannor's used his druid form in a real fight like this.”
The wolf snarled, and it was a bellowing noise. Then theyw ere fighting again, biting and snarling. Drannor yelped once when his father bit him on the neck, but tore himself out away. The Wistari was on the ground and the wolf was biting into his jugular, killing him.
Drannor withdrew when hsi father stopped moving, and phased back into his elf form.
She nodded slightly, having guessed as much. The wolf, despite all things, seemed more like Drannor.
"Why didn't he tell me," she whispered, wondering how many more things he has kept from her. A lot properly.
Her green eyes dances over to Soora, landing upon her sick form and sighed quietly. She looked awful, but another snarl drew her attention before she could say anything.
A small gasp left her, feeling somewhat faint. Drannor had killed his own father. She fanned her face, trying to calm herself down. It didn't mean anything, he was just protectjng you. No, it's not like he'd ever do it again.
She shook her head quickly, opening her mouth to speak as a wail filled the air.
"Want to meet your grandchildren?" she asked, breathing deeply and trying to forget what she had seen.
Drannor sighed, knowing that Sahar was shocked by him, but she was still hard to read from this distance. He moved away, letting the others clean up the mess.
"Much of what we do here is not allowed to be known by people not from here, Sahar. It's a breach of our rules if someone frmo outside the walls knows something. You can't say anything to anyone else about what you see here, unless they are from Taror themselves." Soora smiled. "I'd love to." She was already feeling better.
Drannor knew that things would not be the same for them, ever again.
She nodded slowly, understanding.
"Oh course," she murmured, leading the way into the room where the wailing twins lay and sat on the bed beside them, picking up her son and handing him to his grandmother before picking up her daughter.
"I want to wait for Drannor before naming them," she explained, brushing the downy hair upon the little head and cooed down upon her daughter waiting for Drannor to appear.
He moved slowly up into the house not sure what to expect from Sahar. She knew now that he had a lot of secrets, but he also knew that his mother had told her that he was not allowed to tell anyone who was not from Taror. Sahar was from Taror though, but sho mother did not know that. It did not take long though for him to find his way into the room where Sahar and Soora were though.
She was looking better, his mother all of a sudden and he knew now that she was on the mend. How long till she was back to normal was anyone's guess though.
"Hey," he said, looking around at the five people in his room. He'd forgotten Maith.
She looked up as Drannor entered the room, standing with a small hesitant smile before approaching and putting his daughter in his arms before pulling back slightly with a sigh.
"I..." she looked to Soora and Maith, asking for a moment alone with Drannor. She needed to talk to him alone, without worrying what they would say. She hoped they understood.
he took the little girl from her somewhat awkwardly, though eh smiled as he did.
Soora looked over for a minute, then Maith spoke. "Mum, why don't we go hunt? You need the strength." Soora sighed and nodded. "We'll be back later."
The two other elves left the building.
"Whats wrong?" Drannor asked.
She smiled her thanks to Maith as they left, and turned to Drannor with a stare that seemed to ask if he was stupid.
"Drannor, you just killed your own father."
She sighed, sitting on the bed still feeling tired and sore beyond belief and cradled her son in her arms.
"You also lied to me," she said in a small voice, sounding somewhat distant. She had told him almost everything about her, and yet every time they went anywhere....something happened and she learnt something new.
“He tried to attack you. Because of that, and because its clear you are my mate, he had to be killed. He made that rule himself and it was me who was given the job to deal with any person who broke that rule. He knew full well in his head that he was breaking it. not that he expected me to turn on him like that, though how he thought I wouldn’t after what he did so long ago, I do not understand.” The one about his father was easy to explain.
“Sahar, there are some things that I could not tell you out there in Anthatal. I know Soora told you that. Most of it because of rules that I have to keep. The druids are meant to be a secret, but now, I have the feeling that even Gem knows. Can you imagine how hard that makes things for me?”
He sighed, knowing his voice was raising. “I only said those things to protect you, and our families!”
Instantly after yelling, his body seemed to turn to stone. He knew he was losing his temper, and he quickly put his daughter down somewhere safe. He knew that losing his temper here was not a smart move.
She glared at him somewhat uncertainly, unused to him yelling at her and took his daughter in her other arms, placing each child onto the bed and standing across from him with a flick of her red hair.
"Did you ever think I don't always want to be protected! That I want you to share with me as I can you!" she yelled in reply, green eyes glinting with annoyance "you know what Drannor, sometimes I think you don't love me as much as I do you!"
She clenched her hands into fists, to tired and upset to do much else. It had been a long day, and for once in her life she had lost her temper. But she was to stubborn to apologize. Instead she huffed, crossing her arms and looking away.
He sighed, looking down at his hands which were shaking badly. This was not a good thing and he knew it.
"I only do what I do because I do love you." His eyes were carefully on the ring he'd given her. "He would have killed you, had I not got in the way. Would you have rathered that I stood aside and let him kill the one person I love the most int he world?"
His voice was carefully calmed, though he knew he was not really calm inside. The wolf wanted out.
He moved through the house, searching for Sahar. “Sahar, I need to tell you about something,” he said, smiling at her when he found the red haired elf. It was not something he was looking forwards to telling her. She did not know he was of royal blood at all. No one but Gem's family knew.
Her head bobbed up at the sound of his voice, sitting slightly to the side as if deep in thought as she stared at him with deep, green orbs.
"Hm...can you tell me here?" she asked, gesturing to the mountain of dough before her. She was cooking, her rounded belly covered with an apron and her nose have a few flecks of flour upon it.
She flashed him a grin, kneading the dough with her knuckles.
“I had a messenger come and find me earlier in Ielvos hall. Usually not something I need to worry about. And usually easily dealt with but not this time.” he sighed. “They were from Taror. Soora wants me back home. One problem, I was exiled from the place. But if she wants me home, well I have to go, and no one can stop me from going into the town again.”
he sighed.
“The reason she wants me there is the issue.”
She nodded, kneading the sticky dough with her fingers before pausing and adding a little more flour.
"Well, then we'll head up there for a few days," she frowned slightly "I can't ride a horse though..."
She patted her stomach with a doughy hand, knowing it would be a very uncomfortable ride sitting on a horse for a few moments, let alone hours or days.
She looked up at him, frowning once more as she noticed his tone. Wiping her hands on a clean cloth, she went to him, wrapping her small arms around his waist and head her head on his chest.
"Whats the matter?"
“Getting you there is no issue. I'll carry you, and it'll only take about an hour that way.” he chuckled at that idea. There was no strain on him when it came to doing such things.
“The reason is that my mother's dying, and when she does actually die, I have to be there... to take her place. My parents are not just any nobles, but a king and queen themselves. I was the one she chose to take her place.”
Sahar
Her mouth formed a silent 'o' as her eyes widened and landed upon him. He was royalty? She knew he had been banished, that he was from a well off family...but royalty?
"So....were moving to Taror?" she asked quietly, wondering what the town she had heard so much about was like.
She rubbed her stomach, wondering where she wanted her children to grow up. Her friends where here, but her family was wherever Drannor was.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to have to return there and do what is wanted of me. It’s not something I can do, after so many years of being exiled from there. No one’s going to trust me at all. But I guess if my family calls, I have to answer that call.”
He grimaced. No one trusted an elf returning from exile. At least, not in that town anyway.”Guess I don’t know what will happen until we go over for a visit. At least Soora approves of you. That’s one issue dealt with.”
Sahar
She smiled slightly and nodded.
"Drannor, family is the most important thing...and people will trust you again, surely they must of heard what you have done here? And if not, they will easily fall in love with you," she said and chuckled "And i'm glad Soora likes me."
They had met only for a few moments, the day Drannor had almost died. And maybe she could find some information about her family there, it was something she was still searching for.
“Though they might have heard of the good things, they will also have heard of the trial as well. That will do little in my favour, them knowing of that. Not that it matters, they will learn, eventually.”
That was not something that bothered him too much. “We should probably head over there soon. Sooner the better, so I can sought out what’s happening. Might be able to set thigns so that I’m mainly here, and only there when needed.”
Sahar
She nodded, glad to know he was finding a way to work things out.
“Is your....father going to be there?” she asked quietly, raising an eyebrow in question and moved away, working on the dough once more.
“Let me just finish this....and we can go?” she asked, guessing there would be a few things he needed to do before going.
She hummed to herself, and her children, as she kneaded it once more.
He ought to be. After all, she's his wife." The words were bitter though. It was clear that Drannor was not looking forwards to that meeting at all. It was going to be uncomfortable.
"And yes, you finish what you're doing, I better go find Gem and tell her whats come up, though she likely already does. Sees everything, she does." She was more than the princess to me. Family.
Sahar
She pattered his cheek with a floury hand in comfort, leaving a white mark there.
“It will be okay Drannor, I have no doubt that Soora will keep him in line,” she flashed him a smile, tryig to stay positive for him. Though, she doubted this was the kind of man she wanted her children around.
“Tell Gem I say hi!” she called after him, going back to her cooking.
"Will do, but if its him thats hurting her, well, she might not be able to."
He laughed though and hurried off out of the house. So much to do, so little time.
As he left he got rid of the flour on his face though. Couldn't leave the house with that there, could he? There was no point in causing himself embarrassment. It did not take long though to deal with the things needed at the moment.
Sahar
She could not help but smile at his carefree laughter, a sound she did not often hear and she was glad that she had gotten that playful smile once more back onto his handsome features.
Humming to herself as she worked, she pulled the stretchy dough apart and rolling it into long balls before setting it onto trays and into the ovens.
Done with that task, she set to cleaning up. Wiping benches and dishes cleared her mind, making her feel relaxed. She loved the simple task, enjoying to work as many disliked.
Things took only a few minutes for him to deal with. Gem already knew but she was pleased that he came to tell her himself. She’d returned the same message to Sahar when she’d heard the one sent to her.
Smiling he headed home, knowing that he had done the right thing at the moment. Though things were not going to be easy when they got to Taror, he knew that he’d be able to handle anything that was thrown in his direction.
Sahar
“Tá cúpla seachtain ó shin, a rugadh leanbh ... cúpla seachtain ó shin, chuaigh mo chroíthrum,” she sang the words quietly to herself, smiling at the words. It was a small poem she had grown up with, one her human mother had taught her.
Finished cleaning, she stretched her arms and wandered into the lounge, sitting upon the soft couch and resting her feet on the coffee table surface and sighed, completely relaxed,
He entered the house, smiling as he figured out in one breathe where she was. It was not something he was used to, but he was getting more used to being able to smell where she was. Hard though, to remember such things. And keep in control.
Moving through the house he joined her where she was. “All sorted.”
There was nothing to do now, but get moving over there. Not something he looked forwards to, but he would go.
Sahar
“Awesome,” she grinned, heaving her massive weight to her small feet and heading over towards him, wrapping thin arms around his waist and resting her red head against his chest with a small sigh. Oh how she wished he was still warm, that she could still hear his heartbeat.
Eyes fluttering to his face before looking away made her remember that was not what she truly loved about him, looks and warmth weren’t everything.
“Do we need to take anything? Or will we only be a short amount of time?”
“We won’t need anything. If we do, well, that’s easily arranged over there. You forget there are others like you who live there as well, so that sort of thing is always possible. I’m not the first one to choose someone who’s not one of my own kind.”
He smiled at her. There was something nagging at his mind at the moment, and he knew that he would have to deal with it before he said or did anything else. “There is something I wanted to ask you actually.”
This was something he had to do. He took one step away from her though, holding her hand still. “You know I love you. This has been on my mind for a while now, since before that trial, actually. Sahar Ashia, would you please give me the honour of being my mate?” before he’d spoken the last sentence, he’d knelt.
Sahar
She nodded good naturedly, sending a small smile his way at his words before her jaw dropped, shocked as he dropped to one knee.
A small girlish giggle leaving her as she studied him with wide green eyes, nodding without thought.
“Of course Drannor,” she whispered, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him despite her rounded stomach and tears beaded in her orbs.
“Do you even need to ask you silly man,” she muttered, kissing his nose gently as she pulled away.
He stood up when she hugged him, it took no effort to lift her as well, nor did he need his hands to do that. They still moved though, wrapping around her gently. “Thank you.” He lowered his head, kissing her gently. Soora would be pleased with him for getting that hurdle out of the way. How though was his father going to react? He decided that he did not care for that one.
Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a small box. In it, he knew was a silver ring with a few little rubies embedded in it. “It’s a tradition among the elves that when we find and ask the person who is meant for us that we give them something like this. Only when the actual day arrives, When the day arrives, we give them back to the one who gave them to us in exchange for a different ring, that we keep for the rest of our lives.”
Sahar
She grinned broadly, returning his kiss with a light pressure and sighed, head resting upon his shoulder as he pulled out a small box. It was somewhat similar to the human fashion of a ring, and yet somehow with its own Elven twist.
“Oh its beautiful,” she whispered, tracing the rubies with a soft finger and looked up at him “what do the other rings look like?”
She was curious, having grown up with humans she was still learning about her native customs.
“I’m glad you like it. I've had it for a long time.” He smiled. Then he thought for a few moments. “The others are a simpler gold band with a few tiny diamonds on the top. That’s what we’ll get later though.”
He chuckled. “I don’t see many of them, so I do not really take any notice, but that is all I know.”
Sahar
She flashed a smile, still studying the small ring. It seemed such big things could be said by such a small object. The thought made her smile again.
“You know,” she said after a moment “I wish you could still read my mind.”
She chuckled, having doubted the day she would ever say that.
“Come on then, let’s get going before night falls,” she said.
“I don’t always have to be in your head. I know your face too well, Sahar.” He chuckled, remembering when he’d told Auraka that she was pregnant. Sahar did not know what that fight had been about. He knew she knew they had had a fight. Nor did she know yet that Auraka was her brother. That was not his secret to tell.
"Come on. Let's get moving. It won't take me long to run that far really. I'll carry you, like I said earlier."
Sahar
She nodded with a smile “to true Drannor,” she said, knowing she was easier to read then a book once you got to know her.
“Okay,” she said, shifting closer towards him so that he could carry her, though a frown burrowed between her eyebrows.
“Hey Drannor,” she murmured “I heard something the other day... something about you and Auraka fighting.... why?”
He lifted her up into his arms easily. She was as light as a feather to him now. Not that she would agree if he told her, which he chose not to. When she asked about the fight though between him and Auraka, he thought for a moment. “There was a disagreement. He’s like me now, and well, when we don’t agree, vampires will usually fight each other. Not to kill but to try and dominate.”
Sahar
She felt somewhat dazed as he lifted her, feeling weird at sitting and moving at the same time. Though, she supposed that it wasn’t much different from horseback, she chuckled quietly to herself at the thought.
“Auraka’s a vampire?” she asked in surprise, not having heard this yet “what about Gem? What does she think?”
She hoped they hadn’t broken up over such a thing, though she knew how hard it was at first.
Her small, healer hands reached up and brushed his cheek, no sign of injury.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” she asked, green orbs running over him with worry, though a flame of annoyance spread as well towards Auraka. What had they been disagreeing over?
“What was the...disagreement about?” she asked.
"You don't need to worry about me, love. I'm fine. No harm done really, though I guess my pride got a little hurt in a way."
He chuckled. "I told him that you were pregnant, and for reasons Auraka wants to tell you of himself, he attacked me, without haring the whole story."
It was nothing to him. "He only calmed down enough for me to tell him the rest after Gem yelled at both of us."
Things really were odd these days for him, and for the others who knew him. "Gem's fine about it. She'd did not react as much as you did when I first changed. then again, she knew it was coming, what with Auraka and I being from the same town."
Sahar
She frowned, surprised by the reason behind it. Auraka had attacked Drannor because he had told him she was pregnant? Odd.
“Ha,” she muttered as they moved, deep in thought. Why would Auraka do such a thing? And how couldn’t he have known? It was common news in the small town now, about how she had saved Drannor from death by yelling it to the world.
She’d have to attack him with her questions when they returned, knowing that Drannor would respect his wishes and not tell her. As much as it killed her to wait.
“Sorry, but that’s as much as I can tell you.” He knew that he was hiding something from her, but it was Auraka’s wish that he told Sahar himself. Drannor had enough respect there. Though at the time, he would not have deserved Drannor staying silent about it.
He continued to run through the trees, moving at a speed that was akin to Neldor or Cyara flying. It was something that came with being a vampire. “Gave him a few warnings about vampire hierarchy, too.”
He smiled. It would not take long for Taror to come to them. Soon enough he was slowing down. “Look up ahead,” he said, kissing her. A low stone wall could be seen amongst the trees, looking natural in its place. “And welcome, to Taror.”
He stopped though, hearing footfalls too soft for a normal elf like Sahar. No, it was a vampire coming.
Sahar
Her frown deepened, but she let it be. Soon enough she would have the man pinned down, demanding answers from him. She giggled to herself at the image, a fat pregnant girl sitting on top of a vampire. She doubted she would win that fight.
She looked up, her lips brushing against his as she studied the town before her. So this was where Drannor grew up...
A tall, golden haired male elf appeared, there was an almost, feline grace to him though, and it was clear from his blue eyes, that were more black than blue, that he was one of Drannor's kind.
"That you, my prince?"
Drannor stiffened at the words that came from the other vampire, who's eyes were locked on Sahar hungrily. Setting her down, he stepped in front of her, almost crouching defensively.
"Filarion Oakbow, I know you." He didn;t have to give his name this time. He was the one more highly ranked.
"I was sent to find you."
"I came as quick as I could. We'll be going straight to my old home, if you will," Drannor replied curtly.
The other nodded.
Sahar
She stood quietly behind him, watching Drannor’s protective movements with some sort of amusement. Though, she didn’t doubt the hunger in the other elves eyes.
She waited for Drannor to lead the way, sticking close to his side so he didn’t have to worry quiet so much.
He sighed as the other elf backed off. It was clear from Drannor's actions that Sahar was his and no one else's. It did not take long for them to reach Drannor's old home. It was as ornate and large as the tree back in Anthatal.
As they moved up the stairs though, another elf, his own age and though female, who was identicle to him, came rushing down.
"Anno!" she called.
He stopped, a few steps in frnt of Sahar, as the other girl leapt at him. He hugged her. "Good to see you again, Maith."
Sahar
She followed him, still silent as she studied the town. It was good, she decided finally, to see where he had grown up. It was rare for him to tell her about his past, unless it was needed.
She paused as a girl threw himself at Drannor, a flare of jealousy flying threw her but it quickly left as she recognized her as his twin sister. It seemed twins ran in the family.
“Hallo,” she said quietly to the other girl.
“Hey Sahar, nice to see you again,” Maith said, flitting down the other steps and hugging her. To Drannor she added, “Mum’s not in a good way.”
"I know. That's the reason we came here, Maith. You know I can't come unless I'm needed by our parents."
"I know." She sighed, "wish father would get over that already. It's really dull without you being here, brother."
"It'll never happen. Not till he dies." Which would be soon, but neither would know about that from him. Drannor wasn't about to tell them either.
Sahar
She flashed a warm dimpled smile, hugging her soon to be sister in law though she was somewhat surprised by the affection, which made her feel even guiltier for the jealousy she had felt before.
“Nice to see you again Maith,” she said, pulling away slightly and looked to Drannor gently.
“Is she well enough for visitors?” she questioned.
"She's hanging on, but its not looking good for her," Maith replied. "Though something tells me that Wistari will be angry when he gets home."
"Only because he'll be able to smell both me and Sahar here." Drannor sighed, shaking his head. "Might have to teach him a lesson." Not an easily taught one either. He was ancient when it came to vampire years.
It was going to hurt. "Only though if he dares to try and attack Sahar though."
She bobbed her head, wondering what was actually wrong with the motherly elf. Maybe she could try and help, being a well known healer and all she might actually know something they had yet to try.
Flashing Drannor a small, thankful smile, she took his hand and started up the stairs, wanting to see Soora and froze mid-stride.
"Drannor..." she whispered feeling a sudden wetness on her legs "I think my water just broke..."
He blinked at her last set of words. As did Maith. They both knew what she meant, they'd seen this before and they knew it.
"Come on," he said, lifting her up again. He was smiling though, this was going to be interesting. It did not take them long to get up into the house, though Drnanor knew that things were going to be difficult.
She blinked as he did, seeming to be in slight shock more then anything as Drannor carried her up the stairs and settling her upon the soft bed and winced suddenly. After having helped so many babies be born, she knew what to expect...but what she had seen also scared her slightly.
Her green orbs darted to Drannor, knowing this would be hard for him as well. The smell of blood, her blood, still got to him.
"Leave Drannor..." she whispered "don't cause yourself pain....i'll be alright."
She winced again slightly, knowing that the contractions were getting closer. Soon they would know how many children she was having
"No." There was no chance of that. "It's not going to annoy me." There were some things she said that he refused point blank about.
Maith sighed as she looked at him. "She'll be fine, Drannor. I'll be here for her. You really should not be here, you look thirsty. Go hunt, brother." I won't leave her, Maith promised.
He sighed. He couldn't win against his twin. "You better not," he replied through clenched teeth. "Time to find my father I think. Shout for me when things are over here."
His sister nodded. Drannor left.
She frowned as Drannor refused to go, though it did not surprise her.
"I'll still be here love," she patted his hand as he left before sighing with relief, looking to Maith.
"He worries to much..." she muttered and favored Maith with a small smile before wincing once more. It surely was more painful then she remembered, then again she had never done anything more then help a baby be born.
"Are you a healer Maith?" she asked, trying to make a conversation with Drannor's twin
"Not in the typical sense, no. My gift is slightly different. I can feel when somethings happening inside another that is different, or give a time for how long something will take for someone."
Maith sighed. "My mother's teaching me to use those gifts to help with families who are having trouble with someone healing and things. Some of the questions I get aren't easy to handle."
She nodded with a small smile "a useful gift to have..." she said and sighed. It seemed Drannor's family were a gifted bunch, meaning that her children had a high chance of gaining a gift as well. She wondered what he or she would look like, how they would grow up and who they would take over. Would they become riders, or land beings. Healers or fighters?
There was just to many options for one to make, or alas one to chose for them.
Another bout of pain over took her, but she made herself appear relaxed and fine. She had no doubt that Drannor was watching her though Maith, worrying over every wince or breath. But then it worsened, not the easiest thing look fine with all you want to do is roll into a ball and sob, waiting for it to pass.
Her hand snatched up Maith's squeezing it until she thought the girls fingers might break and panted for breath.
"I don't use it very much," she replied, smiling at her. She knew that this was a hard thing to do for anyone, and she knew that she herself was no healer. Soora was the healer really, but she was currently out of action.
"Don't worry about hurting my hands, they won't break no matter how much you squeeze them. Vampire strength, remember?"
She smiled weakly at the poor attempt of a joke, but took it gratefully. Hearing something downstairs, she sighed.
"If Drannor comes back up here," she muttered "I'll kick his arse, personally..."
She clenched Maith's hand tighter, knowing the time was upon them. Soon, in the matter of moments or hours...she and Drannor would be parents. Suddenly, she relised just how under prepared they were. They still didn't have a cot, clothes..anything really. Then again, she wasn't meant to be due for another 4-5 weeks.
"It's not him." She paused though catching the sound of the footsteps. "Or maybe we will need Drannor around. Thats my father."
This was not good. There was no chance that Maith would be able to defend Sahar if it came to it.
Soon though the front door opened a second time. "Oh good, Drannor's home. That will keep father busy a while though I wish that were not so."
The red girl, barely an adult herself, now held two children in her arms. Twins. Sweat beaded upon her forehead, once glossy locks mattered with the sweat as she looked back upon her conversation only an hour before.
"I know Maith...but he'll be fine..." she had said, though she to worried about Drannor and his father. There wasn't much she could do against someone like him.
“I'm good at hiding things from Drannor. I'm the only one he would dare to invades mind. I've given too many pushes out for him to try again now.” Maith smiled. “It's nice to see I have a few new family members.”
She could hear her father talking, and Drannor replying. The voices though between father and son were getting louder though, and angrier. Soon even Sahar would be able to hear them.
"What have you done to Soora?"
"I got bored of her, nothing more."
"You what!" The reply from Drannor was practically a bellow now. "How dare you!"
She winced at the loud voices, not wanting the raised voices to wake the sleeping children.
"I think we should go down," she murmured, placing the sleeping bundles into the soft bed and sitting up with some effort before struggling to her feet.
When Drannor got upset or mad, often only Sahar could calm him down. She waddled down the stairs, unused to the sudden weightlessness around her waist as she headed softly down the stairs.
The children would be alright where they were for now.
“Go back to bed,” Drannor said, seeing his mother standing there. “Don't worry about me, things are gonna be fine.”
She nodded slowly. Find me when this is over, she thought, leaving the room.
When he heard Sahar getting down the stairs, Drannor moved to stand somewhat in the way so his father would not dare. He knew that Wistari was not pleased about Sahar being in his home.
Sure enough as soon as Sahar came into sight, Wistari lunged, breaking his own rule.
Drannor darted forwards though, cathching him off gaurd and sending him to the ground. "Don't you dare!" he said, glaring into those black, hungry eyes.
Green eyes widened with surprise, taking a slight step back as the elf leaped at her. So this was the infamous Wistari she had heard all about.
Wishing dearly she could think her thoughts to Drannor now, she stayed behind his form and studied Wistari.
He was nothing special, but the twisted look upon his face made him seem somewhat feral.
And sure enough, a child's wail could then be heard. Quickly joined by another.
"Twins..." she whispered, hurrying back up the stairs to look after the newly borns.
He sprang, attacking quickly, though he easily moved the fight out of the house. This was not something he had ever thought he would have to do. He knew that Sahar would be watching from somewhere in the house. Though he was amazed when he heard they had twins, and the momentary distraction gave his father time to change. All of a sudden there was a snarling bear charging for him.
Drannor growled and suddenly he was a big russet furred wolf. A lot of people were now crowding around eagerly.
She hummed the children back to sleep after feeding them, her sharp ears picking up the clashes and cheers from downstairs. Though, she was somewhat confused by the loud growls. They weren't like anything she had heard before, well not anything somewhat human.
Placing her baby girl back onto the bed, her soft steps carried her to the window where she could peer down upon the fight below.
She winced at every blow landed upon Drannor, as if sharing the pain he seemed not to feel.
Soora moved to join Sahar at the window. She was pale and gaunt looking but she had the strength for this. “Wistari's the bear. Drannor's the wolf,” she said. “Its the first time Drannor's used his druid form in a real fight like this.”
The wolf snarled, and it was a bellowing noise. Then theyw ere fighting again, biting and snarling. Drannor yelped once when his father bit him on the neck, but tore himself out away. The Wistari was on the ground and the wolf was biting into his jugular, killing him.
Drannor withdrew when hsi father stopped moving, and phased back into his elf form.
She nodded slightly, having guessed as much. The wolf, despite all things, seemed more like Drannor.
"Why didn't he tell me," she whispered, wondering how many more things he has kept from her. A lot properly.
Her green eyes dances over to Soora, landing upon her sick form and sighed quietly. She looked awful, but another snarl drew her attention before she could say anything.
A small gasp left her, feeling somewhat faint. Drannor had killed his own father. She fanned her face, trying to calm herself down. It didn't mean anything, he was just protectjng you. No, it's not like he'd ever do it again.
She shook her head quickly, opening her mouth to speak as a wail filled the air.
"Want to meet your grandchildren?" she asked, breathing deeply and trying to forget what she had seen.
Drannor sighed, knowing that Sahar was shocked by him, but she was still hard to read from this distance. He moved away, letting the others clean up the mess.
"Much of what we do here is not allowed to be known by people not from here, Sahar. It's a breach of our rules if someone frmo outside the walls knows something. You can't say anything to anyone else about what you see here, unless they are from Taror themselves." Soora smiled. "I'd love to." She was already feeling better.
Drannor knew that things would not be the same for them, ever again.
She nodded slowly, understanding.
"Oh course," she murmured, leading the way into the room where the wailing twins lay and sat on the bed beside them, picking up her son and handing him to his grandmother before picking up her daughter.
"I want to wait for Drannor before naming them," she explained, brushing the downy hair upon the little head and cooed down upon her daughter waiting for Drannor to appear.
He moved slowly up into the house not sure what to expect from Sahar. She knew now that he had a lot of secrets, but he also knew that his mother had told her that he was not allowed to tell anyone who was not from Taror. Sahar was from Taror though, but sho mother did not know that. It did not take long though for him to find his way into the room where Sahar and Soora were though.
She was looking better, his mother all of a sudden and he knew now that she was on the mend. How long till she was back to normal was anyone's guess though.
"Hey," he said, looking around at the five people in his room. He'd forgotten Maith.
She looked up as Drannor entered the room, standing with a small hesitant smile before approaching and putting his daughter in his arms before pulling back slightly with a sigh.
"I..." she looked to Soora and Maith, asking for a moment alone with Drannor. She needed to talk to him alone, without worrying what they would say. She hoped they understood.
he took the little girl from her somewhat awkwardly, though eh smiled as he did.
Soora looked over for a minute, then Maith spoke. "Mum, why don't we go hunt? You need the strength." Soora sighed and nodded. "We'll be back later."
The two other elves left the building.
"Whats wrong?" Drannor asked.
She smiled her thanks to Maith as they left, and turned to Drannor with a stare that seemed to ask if he was stupid.
"Drannor, you just killed your own father."
She sighed, sitting on the bed still feeling tired and sore beyond belief and cradled her son in her arms.
"You also lied to me," she said in a small voice, sounding somewhat distant. She had told him almost everything about her, and yet every time they went anywhere....something happened and she learnt something new.
“He tried to attack you. Because of that, and because its clear you are my mate, he had to be killed. He made that rule himself and it was me who was given the job to deal with any person who broke that rule. He knew full well in his head that he was breaking it. not that he expected me to turn on him like that, though how he thought I wouldn’t after what he did so long ago, I do not understand.” The one about his father was easy to explain.
“Sahar, there are some things that I could not tell you out there in Anthatal. I know Soora told you that. Most of it because of rules that I have to keep. The druids are meant to be a secret, but now, I have the feeling that even Gem knows. Can you imagine how hard that makes things for me?”
He sighed, knowing his voice was raising. “I only said those things to protect you, and our families!”
Instantly after yelling, his body seemed to turn to stone. He knew he was losing his temper, and he quickly put his daughter down somewhere safe. He knew that losing his temper here was not a smart move.
She glared at him somewhat uncertainly, unused to him yelling at her and took his daughter in her other arms, placing each child onto the bed and standing across from him with a flick of her red hair.
"Did you ever think I don't always want to be protected! That I want you to share with me as I can you!" she yelled in reply, green eyes glinting with annoyance "you know what Drannor, sometimes I think you don't love me as much as I do you!"
She clenched her hands into fists, to tired and upset to do much else. It had been a long day, and for once in her life she had lost her temper. But she was to stubborn to apologize. Instead she huffed, crossing her arms and looking away.
He sighed, looking down at his hands which were shaking badly. This was not a good thing and he knew it.
"I only do what I do because I do love you." His eyes were carefully on the ring he'd given her. "He would have killed you, had I not got in the way. Would you have rathered that I stood aside and let him kill the one person I love the most int he world?"
His voice was carefully calmed, though he knew he was not really calm inside. The wolf wanted out.
