It's Been A While (Brenton/Rella)
Mar 30, 2016 17:55:33 GMT -5
Post by Harbor on Mar 30, 2016 17:55:33 GMT -5
Rella had taken her time coming back to Ellesmera after the battles and the supposed end of the war. She’d never made her attachment to Brenton known while with the Varden, so her presence was only missed by the acquaintances she’d made while there, and possibly by Brenton. But Brenton had gone and disappeared, and since he hadn’t been found among the dead, eventually she’d made her slow way back to the elven city. If he was dead she had left belongings there she wished to retrieve, and if not he would likely return to his home eventually, and she’d see him.
Rella still didn’t have secure ideas about how she regarded her half-elven husband. She still wondered what had come over to actually follow through when she’d brashly said yes to his ridiculous proposal in the middle of a street fight—usually Rella made and broke promises like winter fishermen through ice. Promises, in Rella’s general line of work, were useful only to secure someone’s peace of mind temporarily until you either got what you wanted from them or no longer needed them. But then she’d remembered how odd he’d looked, and that he’d told her to come to Ellesmera, of all places, and she’d begun fearing what would happen if he had asked her in earnest and she never came.
Their interactions together had been brief and generally irritable, after her arrival.
Thus Rella was not pleased to see that an opulent room still awaited her in the heart of the elven capital. Though not the same ones as before, and she smiled when a maid informed her that upon Arya’s return Brenton had relinquished his claim to the throne, and thus his and her belongings had been moved from the regents’ suite to another. The maid assured her these rooms were just as pleasant, and was about to offer assistance with Rella’s unpacking and undressing from her travel clothes, but Rella quickly—and as politely as possibly, since these were all elves—assured her she could do it herself, but appreciated the gesture.
Then she entered the room and simply sighed. ‘Opulent’ described it well, though the elves’ beauty tended to be useful as well. The open lilies and vines extending from the walls were wrought candle-holders, and the bright glass on the wall behind the lilies served to reflect and magnify the candles’ light. She couldn’t tell, at the rooms’ current state, whether or not her ‘husband’ had returned yet, and she’d forgotten to ask the maid, who also may have just erased any obvious clues about Brenton’s possible presence. Rella could easily figure it out if she bothered to snoop or search for recently laundered or –worn clothes, but for now she had been walking for weeks—purposefully not taking a horse or hitching rides—and she ached. She let her pack slide to the floor next to the trunk at the foot of the bed and sank to sit wearily upon it, rubbing her forehead with the heels of her hands.
Rella still didn’t have secure ideas about how she regarded her half-elven husband. She still wondered what had come over to actually follow through when she’d brashly said yes to his ridiculous proposal in the middle of a street fight—usually Rella made and broke promises like winter fishermen through ice. Promises, in Rella’s general line of work, were useful only to secure someone’s peace of mind temporarily until you either got what you wanted from them or no longer needed them. But then she’d remembered how odd he’d looked, and that he’d told her to come to Ellesmera, of all places, and she’d begun fearing what would happen if he had asked her in earnest and she never came.
Their interactions together had been brief and generally irritable, after her arrival.
Thus Rella was not pleased to see that an opulent room still awaited her in the heart of the elven capital. Though not the same ones as before, and she smiled when a maid informed her that upon Arya’s return Brenton had relinquished his claim to the throne, and thus his and her belongings had been moved from the regents’ suite to another. The maid assured her these rooms were just as pleasant, and was about to offer assistance with Rella’s unpacking and undressing from her travel clothes, but Rella quickly—and as politely as possibly, since these were all elves—assured her she could do it herself, but appreciated the gesture.
Then she entered the room and simply sighed. ‘Opulent’ described it well, though the elves’ beauty tended to be useful as well. The open lilies and vines extending from the walls were wrought candle-holders, and the bright glass on the wall behind the lilies served to reflect and magnify the candles’ light. She couldn’t tell, at the rooms’ current state, whether or not her ‘husband’ had returned yet, and she’d forgotten to ask the maid, who also may have just erased any obvious clues about Brenton’s possible presence. Rella could easily figure it out if she bothered to snoop or search for recently laundered or –worn clothes, but for now she had been walking for weeks—purposefully not taking a horse or hitching rides—and she ached. She let her pack slide to the floor next to the trunk at the foot of the bed and sank to sit wearily upon it, rubbing her forehead with the heels of her hands.
