@Isolde Alarion
Cali Dringolben
Third level
2 days after the Midsummer event
While Cali had no doubt that Mourgan, a seasoned ranger despite being so young, had surely been through worse things than having a mouse trap getting his hand, and a few other traps.. she also knew how much a few little things like that could hurt. And she felt bad for having neglected to give him proper warning. So, it was a relief that he seemed better after she applied the salve to his hand.
Moments later, he spoke up with a suggestion that made very good sense. Cali paused and considered that, then nodded. "Yes, good point." She agreed, imagining Iole's fright if she were to see Mourgan, whom she really didn't know. Vaguely reminded of the first night that she and Iole had spent here, when the two of them had gone exploring the empty house, Cali raised up the lantern in one hand, and paused before grabbing a kitchen knife for her other hand. Just in case.
By now, she knew the lay of the house fairly well, and so she set off through the dining room, then to the living room. The front door was not barred, she observed, and frowned somewhat. Surely, if Iole were here alone, she would have had it barred? So, did that mean she had left? For what reason, though? Sighing softly, Cali tried her best to think of a logical solution, but nothing came to her. "I have a feeling she isn't here, but we might as well continue the search, anyway." She decided, unsure what else to do. Still puzzled, she led the way up the stairs.
Once each of the rooms were confirmed as being empty, she could think of nowhere else in the house to check. "I don't know." She frowned, feeling at a total loss for what to do next. A part of her wanted to do something, but the rest of her wanted to just get some sleep and hope that all would be clear when she woke up. Silently, she returned to the living room and set the lantern down on the coffee table. "I just can't think," She sighed with a mix of weariness and exasperation, then sank onto the end of the couch with her forehead resting in one hand, elbow resting on the arm of the couch. The knife was still in her other hand, forgotten for now.
@Arnyn @Ercassie
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Trevadir |
Cali
Late morning, Urimë 16 (3 days after the fire)
Cali and Iole's house - Third Circle
Cali smiled at the lieutenant's comment about the cat being beautiful. She quite agreed, and of course, she and Iole had gushed over the beautiful feline the moment they laid eyes on her. "No, we haven't thought of a name yet," She answered. "She's only been here a couple of days, but already we're very attached." She smiled. "Iole and I were already talking about getting a cat, and we'd noticed a few signs of mice, so when the guys found her the other day, it was perfect timing." She had been considering names, but also felt that perhaps Iole should be given first shot at naming her, since she had never been allowed to have a cat before. "Mice seem to be gone now," She added, partly for reassurance in case Arnyn was one of those who were squeamish about mice, but also in pride for the cat's hunting skills.
Retrieving the necessary number of mugs and glasses for the requested (and assumed) drinks from the cabinet, Trev was then reminded of what he had forgotten to ask about. "Oh, right.." He ought to have asked whether the lieutenant would like milk, or sugar, or anything else. "S'alright, we'll just bring the entire milk bottle." He decided. If none of the people present were interested in having any milk, then at least the cat would not be left out.
As Nal set off into the front room ahead of him, Trev took a moment to glance around, observing the 'state' that Nal had left the kitchen in. He wasn't keen on taking the time to tidy up this room, but thankfully there was, conveniently, a door that could be closed between the rooms. Good time to make use of it. And, well, 'make sure the door worked'.
Stepping out to the garden outside the back door, Trev swiftly plucked a lemon straight off the tree that was happily flourishing there, and ducked back inside. He grabbed a few other things, hastily, then followed Nal back to the living room. Since his friend had brought part of drinks on his makeshift tray, Trev brought all the rest. Between the two of them, they managed to accomplish it all in one trip. "I brought a lemon, in case you'd like some for your water," he mentioned to the lieutenant, having even thought to bring a knife to cut it with as well. "And milk, in case you wanted that for your coffee." he indicated the bottle. "Also sugar. Just in case. Forgot to ask," He added apologetically.
@Arnyn
Trevadir
Macardil's home - Early August (late morning)
Trev listened with intrigue as Macardil described the sort of place that he had in mind, and nodded slightly. "Yes, that definitely sounds interesting," He was somewhat eager to find some sort of job of that sort. Even if it wasn't steady work, it would be better than nothing. He didn't want to keep on having his friends support him, after all. While he couldn't help feeling a few uncertainties about whether he would be accepted at this place, it wouldn't hurt to at least try.
He had mentioned the ode thing mainly out of amusement, but after hearing Macardil's response, he sat back thoughtfully, considering this. "Hm. I hadn't really heard of any official proclamation, but I can check with Nal maybe. He could probably tell me." He shrugged. "Ah, well," he paused at the other part of the question. "Trastion says he's no good at music and all that sort of thing, so he'd really just be offering up his knowledge of the incident, as an eye witness. Nal may help a bit with the words.. I'm not sure, he hasn't really said specifically. I don't think Cali's all that interested in helping with this project. But, that's alright, I usually write all the words,
and the tune, when I make up songs." He explained. "Although, it can be tricky, not having a way to hear both together at the same time." He shrugged, referring to the fact that he played the flute, and couldn't sing and play simultaneously. "Anyway, I've never done an ode before," He added hesitantly.
"But as for Cali, I'll ask her about that. If she's opposed to the idea, I could work it out so her name isn't used. But," he grinned. "I bet I could sell her on the idea if I point out how much that could help her make a name as a smith. She's got this idea that her father gave her about how people will think less of her being a smith, because of her being a girl." He rolled his eyes. "Actually... I didn't even know she was doing that, that she even knew
how to do it, until last autumn." He had been quite impressed to learn this, and was further pleased to hear the news, at Midsummer, that she was working in the armory. "I'm not really surprised, of course, because it's in her family.. and she was always hanging around her father's forge, when she wasn't off playing with the rest of us. And her brothers all learned how to work the forge, so why not her?" He shrugged. "Still, she's not sure how well received she'd be if she tried to open up shop in the market. So, that could help get her a bit of 'fame' as a smith, perhaps."
Upon receiving an answer to his inquiry about the Hall of Song, Trev was inwardly amazed. He shook his head silently in reply when Macardil asked if he truly didn't know of this place. It had been around that long? They even did performances.. some free!? "I've never heard of it," He insisted, slightly wide-eyed. It sounded rather exciting, hearing what Macardil said about it. "Where is it though? Cause, I'm fairly sure I would've remembered any place like that, if I'd known about it. Especially, since I always wanted to try and find someone who could tell me what that instrument was called, that my grandfather used to play. And how to tune it." He had mentioned that briefly during the ride from Harlond, having been mildly disappointed after asking Macardil if he played anything besides the violin. If it was anywhere between the third and first circle, he was sure he would have known, so he reasoned that it had to be in one of the upper circles, where he rarely went as a child. That was the only solution that made sense to him.