Post by Merosiel on Jan 2, 2010 19:57:48 GMT -5
[18:20:22] Merosiel shuffles forward, letter in hand. He's been holding it tightly enough to crumple the parchment a little. There's a knock then. It's polite, but uncertain.
[18:22:00] Yeva looks up at the knock! She reaches out a black fingertip, taps the teakettle on the table once, and stands to answer the door. In the kettle, what had been scalding water cools to a drinkable temperature. Lich-blue eyes peer through the peephole.
[18:22:12] Yeva throws open the door.
[18:22:17] Yeva BEAMS.
[18:22:26] [58:Yeva]: Merosielll.
[18:23:00] Merosiel 's ears are half-folded, at least until the door swings open. Then they flip up, quivering a little. "Um.. hello." He peers at her, but his somewhat distant expression is more confused than anything.
[18:23:18] [58:Yeva]: Welcome, milenka, come in, come in!
[18:23:31] Yeva backs away, leaving him a path.
[18:23:39] Merosiel 's ears twitch a little more, then tuck some, and he shuffles in.
[18:24:20] Yeva pulls the door to. The house is cold and sparse and smells of tea; it's incredibly clean, -painfully- clean.
[18:25:03] Yeva crosses to the small kitchen table and seats herself smoothly, motioning with a grandly polite gesture for the elf to seat himself, as well.
[18:25:40] Merosiel flicks his gaze around the room. There's curiosity behind the tired expression now. He tugs at one flap of his hat absently, a little like one might twirl hair around a finger. When he looks back, he's being motioned to sit.
[18:27:51] Yeva leans over, gracefully pours tea for herself and for Merosiel. The teapot looks old, well-kept, and of a very foreign make.
[18:28:09] Merosiel eyes the chair for a few seconds, then glances to Yeva again, then back. After a moment, he pulls out the chair with a muffled scrape of legs and turns it around to sit backwards in it, straddling the seat. It's not as easy as it used to be but --
[18:28:22] Merosiel -- he manages. At the tea being poured, his ears flick up again.
[18:28:26] [58:Yeva]: It comes to my attention I have not met you, dievka, have not made introduction proper.
[18:29:02] [80:Merosiel]: Okay.
[18:30:14] Merosiel 's pretty subdued. Maybe this could be seen as polite, or afraid. He doesn't look very afraid yet, though.
[18:30:39] Yeva splays a hand delicately across her bony chest. "I am Yeva. And you of course are Merosiel Riversung." She picks up her teacup, holding it lightly, sipping.
[18:31:38] Merosiel blinks once. He'd ask how she knows the name, but it's not so surprising, given where and who he works with these days. Now, if she knew his other name, that might have rattled him a little.
[18:31:49] Merosiel leans forward, bony fingers curled over the back of the chair, and sniffs at his tea.
[18:32:06] Yeva smiles at him, a tiny, dark-lipped smile.
[18:32:41] [58:Yeva]: Is only tea, milenka. There is no reason for you to faint, or talk very much, or die.
[18:32:48] Yeva is reassuring!
[18:33:00] Merosiel glances back up, ears lifted. Abruptly he smiles. There's a tired, hollow little laugh.
[18:33:09] Merosiel 's careful not to show teeth.
[18:37:26] Yeva broadens her own smile in response to his laugh!
[18:38:08] Merosiel returns to sniffing delicately at the tea. After the first few moments, the concentration shifts from deliberate to.. pleased? He can't taste it, so scent's about all he has to enjoy it with.
[18:38:13] Merosiel 's eyes lid briefly.
[18:38:29] [58:Yeva]: I am promised is very good, but I can only taste ash, now. Everything like paper, like stone.
[18:38:36] Yeva 's voice is cheerful!
[18:38:59] Merosiel 's eyes open, blink. He peers up at Yeva again. He's actually focusing a little now.
[18:39:09] [80:Merosiel]: I can't tassste anything.
[18:39:30] Merosiel says finally. Wisps of pale blue trickle out from his teeth as he says this.
[18:39:31] [58:Yeva]: Mm.
[18:39:40] Yeva makes a sympathetic murmur.
[18:40:34] Merosiel 's back to 'enjoying' his tea again. He's still pretty uncertain why he's here at all. Being told to travel all the way out in the middle of winter to one of the wettest, coldest places (not to mention dreariest) bothers him more than being told to go --
[18:40:37] Merosiel --visit a dead woman.
[18:40:49] [58:Yeva]: How is it you lose your tongue?
[18:41:02] Yeva inquires pleasantly.
[18:41:11] Yeva sips her own tea.
[18:41:14] [80:Merosiel]: Cut out. For ssspeaking againsst my former prince.
[18:41:37] Merosiel says this with the flat, indifferent tone people tend to acquire after so many retellings.
[18:43:35] Yeva inclines her chin! She's curious. Large, unblinking eyes are fixed on him. "Which prince, dievka? My history of this place, is so bad, so bad." The dead woman trills a little laugh. "Is only now my Common is where I do not sound like idiot."
[18:45:57] Merosiel lifts his gaze from his tea, peers at the draenei in silence, lips pursed for a moment. "Prince Tortheldrin," he says finally. Clicks his teeth, adds, "not the Sssin'dorei prince. Although he wasss mad, too."
[18:48:14] Yeva hms again, quiet acceptance. "In Eldrethalas," she says, clarifying for herself.
[18:48:26] [80:Merosiel]: ...Yess.
[18:48:31] Yeva pronounces the word smoothly but strangely.
[18:48:48] Merosiel 's answer is as subdued and dull as the rest, but there's just the tiniest bit of wariness.
[18:48:48] Merosiel 's answer is as subdued and dull as the rest, but there's just the tiniest bit of wariness.
[18:48:57] Yeva clucks her tongue. "Is missing for very long, then! So sorry to hear."
[18:49:17] [58:Yeva]: You tell me, you enjoy working for my family?
[18:49:43] Yeva pours herself more tea!
[18:50:18] Merosiel blinks. Slowly, his lips twitch; there's a hint of his crooked smile for a moment. "Not really. No offensse, Boss Lady, but they're the mossst disssorganized group I've ever had the misssfortune of hiring my contract to."
[18:50:37] Merosiel rolls narrow shoulders in a shrug.
[18:51:01] [80:Merosiel]: But I ssigned up sso.
[18:51:07] Yeva smiles. It is a broad, white, toothy smile. Her draenei fangs show.
[18:51:09] Merosiel clicks his teeth again absently.
[18:51:28] [58:Yeva]: Would you see it fixed? Or, you are content for leaving it like this.
[18:52:04] Merosiel scratches behind one ear. He's tired. This is a lot of thinking to do for him, and he just wants to sink back into apathy, wear his hat, and stare at nothing. That's easiest.
[18:52:18] [80:Merosiel]: Fixed would be nice.
[18:52:22] Merosiel says finally, softly.
[18:52:59] Merosiel isn't certain if he's really speaking about the 'family' or himself. He decides it doesn't matter. Either way it's pretty truthful.
[18:53:31] Yeva sips her tea. The fingers of her free hand twirl her long, dessicated, black-tipped tentacles.
[18:54:08] Yeva asks lightly, "Who most needs fixing, do you think?"
[18:55:24] Merosiel lifts tired, silvery eyes to her. He stares for a long time in silence. He wants to ask, suddenly, if 'fixing' means 'culling' which he's certain means killing. Is this Ley's doing, then?
[18:57:33] Yeva is still poised and attentive, but no more than the polite housewife, as she's been the whole time.
[18:58:14] Merosiel is tempted. It shows, maybe, in his face, for just a second. He wants to say 'Miles.' But he doesn't. He just lowers his gaze again to his untasted tea. "If I ansswer that... doess it harm ssomeone? If I don't ansswer... doess it harm anyway?"
[18:58:37] [80:Merosiel]: Am I to walk a tightrope with you, Boss?
[18:58:43] Yeva laughs.
[18:59:06] [58:Yeva]: All walk a tightrope, even if they do not know!
[18:59:15] [58:Yeva]: And for harm.
[18:59:16] Yeva shrugs.
[18:59:24] [58:Yeva]: For your question.
[19:00:35] [58:Yeva]: I fix where I see is broken, and when I see it. Sometimes, is easier to have suggestion, to speak with those beneath instead of only making decision from above, yes?
[19:01:21] [80:Merosiel]: Yeah.
[19:01:34] Merosiel notices with some discomfort that she hadn't really answered his question.
[19:02:12] Yeva notes his discomfort. She sips her tea.
[19:02:28] [58:Yeva]: Ester, she displeases me, but also does very well in some things.
[19:02:38] [58:Yeva]: I take one finger. One she does not need.
[19:02:41] [58:Yeva]: I am fair.
[19:02:55] Merosiel clicks his teeth. He's not particularly interested in playing martyr. But neither does he feel enough hate to point at someone else. At the mention of finger-taking, his ears twitch, rise just a little.
[19:03:16] [80:Merosiel]: And here... I didn't think fair exissted any longer.
[19:03:23] Merosiel 's either deadpanning or serious.
[19:04:12] [58:Yeva]: Fair is important.
[19:04:39] [80:Merosiel]: Yeah.
[19:04:52] [58:Yeva]: Action without reason, this I will never do.
[19:05:20] Merosiel clacks those shark-y teeth together again. He's thinking. "...Then you're a ssight better than half of thosse I've worked for in the passst."
[19:05:38] [58:Yeva]: Now. You tell me, who is it you think needs fixing?
[19:05:51] Merosiel 's eyes close.
[19:06:42] [4. soth] *Merosiel, Radish
[19:08:55] Merosiel counsels himself to honesty. Exhales once, quietly; tendrils of that wannabe lich-mist seep out from nose and lips. "Aleyna." A pause. "Jesssmari." Another pause, this time a click of teeth added. “Lazaar.” The last pause is the longest. "Merosssiel." His hands can't--
[19:09:41] Merosiel -- tremble, because they're fisted in the fabric of his robe. "The resst are... doing better."
[19:10:57] Yeva watches him. And watches him. And watches him.
[19:11:28] Yeva lifts her chin in acknowledgement, expression unchanging.
[19:11:34] Merosiel opens his eyes again, to thin silver crescents.
[19:12:29] [58:Yeva]: Thank you, Meroschenka.
[19:12:54] Yeva sets her teacup down.
[19:12:58] Merosiel smiles thinly, tiredly. Still no teeth.
[19:13:21] Yeva 's expression changes, finally. It's more serious, now. Her stare is more pointed.
[19:13:24] [58:Yeva]: For you.
[19:13:45] Merosiel 's ears flip forward. He's attentive even though his expression is so unfocused-seeming.
[19:14:10] [58:Yeva]: I will tell you only to do better.
[19:14:40] [58:Yeva]: You have not done so badly yet as to make me cause you for losing child, I think.
[19:14:50] [58:Yeva]: I will not run the risk. Yet.
[19:14:56] Yeva smiles at him.
[19:14:59] [58:Yeva]: Do better.
[19:15:19] Merosiel blinks once. Twice. His eyes slowly widen, his ears slowly tilt back, trembling faintly.
[19:15:43] [80:Merosiel]: ....Yesss, Bosss Yeva.
[19:15:47] Merosiel whispers very quietly.
[19:15:58] Yeva 's smile is broad and warm.
[19:16:25] [58:Yeva]: Has been so nice having you here, Merosiel, I am sorry, so busy, I must do work.
[19:16:44] [58:Yeva]: You will come again, yes? You are welcome any time. All Kamil are welcome any time.
[19:17:38] Merosiel 's staring at her, frozen for a few seconds. He manages the smallest of nods. He's very quiet as he gets up. The quel'dorei does, however, turn the chair around again the right way and nudge it back into place before he moves for the door.
[19:17:58] [58:Yeva]: Health and good fortune!
[19:18:05] Yeva calls the well-wishes after him.
[19:18:40] Merosiel 's no longer slouching. He doesn't run, either, but he can't force any air out to speak. He shuts the door very gently.
[19:19:28] Yeva sits alone after he's gone, drinking the rest of the tea.
[18:22:00] Yeva looks up at the knock! She reaches out a black fingertip, taps the teakettle on the table once, and stands to answer the door. In the kettle, what had been scalding water cools to a drinkable temperature. Lich-blue eyes peer through the peephole.
[18:22:12] Yeva throws open the door.
[18:22:17] Yeva BEAMS.
[18:22:26]
[18:23:00] Merosiel 's ears are half-folded, at least until the door swings open. Then they flip up, quivering a little. "Um.. hello." He peers at her, but his somewhat distant expression is more confused than anything.
[18:23:18]
[18:23:31] Yeva backs away, leaving him a path.
[18:23:39] Merosiel 's ears twitch a little more, then tuck some, and he shuffles in.
[18:24:20] Yeva pulls the door to. The house is cold and sparse and smells of tea; it's incredibly clean, -painfully- clean.
[18:25:03] Yeva crosses to the small kitchen table and seats herself smoothly, motioning with a grandly polite gesture for the elf to seat himself, as well.
[18:25:40] Merosiel flicks his gaze around the room. There's curiosity behind the tired expression now. He tugs at one flap of his hat absently, a little like one might twirl hair around a finger. When he looks back, he's being motioned to sit.
[18:27:51] Yeva leans over, gracefully pours tea for herself and for Merosiel. The teapot looks old, well-kept, and of a very foreign make.
[18:28:09] Merosiel eyes the chair for a few seconds, then glances to Yeva again, then back. After a moment, he pulls out the chair with a muffled scrape of legs and turns it around to sit backwards in it, straddling the seat. It's not as easy as it used to be but --
[18:28:22] Merosiel -- he manages. At the tea being poured, his ears flick up again.
[18:28:26]
[18:29:02]
[18:30:14] Merosiel 's pretty subdued. Maybe this could be seen as polite, or afraid. He doesn't look very afraid yet, though.
[18:30:39] Yeva splays a hand delicately across her bony chest. "I am Yeva. And you of course are Merosiel Riversung." She picks up her teacup, holding it lightly, sipping.
[18:31:38] Merosiel blinks once. He'd ask how she knows the name, but it's not so surprising, given where and who he works with these days. Now, if she knew his other name, that might have rattled him a little.
[18:31:49] Merosiel leans forward, bony fingers curled over the back of the chair, and sniffs at his tea.
[18:32:06] Yeva smiles at him, a tiny, dark-lipped smile.
[18:32:41]
[18:32:48] Yeva is reassuring!
[18:33:00] Merosiel glances back up, ears lifted. Abruptly he smiles. There's a tired, hollow little laugh.
[18:33:09] Merosiel 's careful not to show teeth.
[18:37:26] Yeva broadens her own smile in response to his laugh!
[18:38:08] Merosiel returns to sniffing delicately at the tea. After the first few moments, the concentration shifts from deliberate to.. pleased? He can't taste it, so scent's about all he has to enjoy it with.
[18:38:13] Merosiel 's eyes lid briefly.
[18:38:29]
[18:38:36] Yeva 's voice is cheerful!
[18:38:59] Merosiel 's eyes open, blink. He peers up at Yeva again. He's actually focusing a little now.
[18:39:09]
[18:39:30] Merosiel says finally. Wisps of pale blue trickle out from his teeth as he says this.
[18:39:31]
[18:39:40] Yeva makes a sympathetic murmur.
[18:40:34] Merosiel 's back to 'enjoying' his tea again. He's still pretty uncertain why he's here at all. Being told to travel all the way out in the middle of winter to one of the wettest, coldest places (not to mention dreariest) bothers him more than being told to go --
[18:40:37] Merosiel --visit a dead woman.
[18:40:49]
[18:41:02] Yeva inquires pleasantly.
[18:41:11] Yeva sips her own tea.
[18:41:14]
[18:41:37] Merosiel says this with the flat, indifferent tone people tend to acquire after so many retellings.
[18:43:35] Yeva inclines her chin! She's curious. Large, unblinking eyes are fixed on him. "Which prince, dievka? My history of this place, is so bad, so bad." The dead woman trills a little laugh. "Is only now my Common is where I do not sound like idiot."
[18:45:57] Merosiel lifts his gaze from his tea, peers at the draenei in silence, lips pursed for a moment. "Prince Tortheldrin," he says finally. Clicks his teeth, adds, "not the Sssin'dorei prince. Although he wasss mad, too."
[18:48:14] Yeva hms again, quiet acceptance. "In Eldrethalas," she says, clarifying for herself.
[18:48:26]
[18:48:31] Yeva pronounces the word smoothly but strangely.
[18:48:48] Merosiel 's answer is as subdued and dull as the rest, but there's just the tiniest bit of wariness.
[18:48:48] Merosiel 's answer is as subdued and dull as the rest, but there's just the tiniest bit of wariness.
[18:48:57] Yeva clucks her tongue. "Is missing for very long, then! So sorry to hear."
[18:49:17]
[18:49:43] Yeva pours herself more tea!
[18:50:18] Merosiel blinks. Slowly, his lips twitch; there's a hint of his crooked smile for a moment. "Not really. No offensse, Boss Lady, but they're the mossst disssorganized group I've ever had the misssfortune of hiring my contract to."
[18:50:37] Merosiel rolls narrow shoulders in a shrug.
[18:51:01]
[18:51:07] Yeva smiles. It is a broad, white, toothy smile. Her draenei fangs show.
[18:51:09] Merosiel clicks his teeth again absently.
[18:51:28]
[18:52:04] Merosiel scratches behind one ear. He's tired. This is a lot of thinking to do for him, and he just wants to sink back into apathy, wear his hat, and stare at nothing. That's easiest.
[18:52:18]
[18:52:22] Merosiel says finally, softly.
[18:52:59] Merosiel isn't certain if he's really speaking about the 'family' or himself. He decides it doesn't matter. Either way it's pretty truthful.
[18:53:31] Yeva sips her tea. The fingers of her free hand twirl her long, dessicated, black-tipped tentacles.
[18:54:08] Yeva asks lightly, "Who most needs fixing, do you think?"
[18:55:24] Merosiel lifts tired, silvery eyes to her. He stares for a long time in silence. He wants to ask, suddenly, if 'fixing' means 'culling' which he's certain means killing. Is this Ley's doing, then?
[18:57:33] Yeva is still poised and attentive, but no more than the polite housewife, as she's been the whole time.
[18:58:14] Merosiel is tempted. It shows, maybe, in his face, for just a second. He wants to say 'Miles.' But he doesn't. He just lowers his gaze again to his untasted tea. "If I ansswer that... doess it harm ssomeone? If I don't ansswer... doess it harm anyway?"
[18:58:37]
[18:58:43] Yeva laughs.
[18:59:06]
[18:59:15]
[18:59:16] Yeva shrugs.
[18:59:24]
[19:00:35]
[19:01:21]
[19:01:34] Merosiel notices with some discomfort that she hadn't really answered his question.
[19:02:12] Yeva notes his discomfort. She sips her tea.
[19:02:28]
[19:02:38]
[19:02:41]
[19:02:55] Merosiel clicks his teeth. He's not particularly interested in playing martyr. But neither does he feel enough hate to point at someone else. At the mention of finger-taking, his ears twitch, rise just a little.
[19:03:16]
[19:03:23] Merosiel 's either deadpanning or serious.
[19:04:12]
[19:04:39]
[19:04:52]
[19:05:20] Merosiel clacks those shark-y teeth together again. He's thinking. "...Then you're a ssight better than half of thosse I've worked for in the passst."
[19:05:38]
[19:05:51] Merosiel 's eyes close.
[19:06:42] [4. soth] *Merosiel, Radish
[19:08:55] Merosiel counsels himself to honesty. Exhales once, quietly; tendrils of that wannabe lich-mist seep out from nose and lips. "Aleyna." A pause. "Jesssmari." Another pause, this time a click of teeth added. “Lazaar.” The last pause is the longest. "Merosssiel." His hands can't--
[19:09:41] Merosiel -- tremble, because they're fisted in the fabric of his robe. "The resst are... doing better."
[19:10:57] Yeva watches him. And watches him. And watches him.
[19:11:28] Yeva lifts her chin in acknowledgement, expression unchanging.
[19:11:34] Merosiel opens his eyes again, to thin silver crescents.
[19:12:29]
[19:12:54] Yeva sets her teacup down.
[19:12:58] Merosiel smiles thinly, tiredly. Still no teeth.
[19:13:21] Yeva 's expression changes, finally. It's more serious, now. Her stare is more pointed.
[19:13:24]
[19:13:45] Merosiel 's ears flip forward. He's attentive even though his expression is so unfocused-seeming.
[19:14:10]
[19:14:40]
[19:14:50]
[19:14:56] Yeva smiles at him.
[19:14:59]
[19:15:19] Merosiel blinks once. Twice. His eyes slowly widen, his ears slowly tilt back, trembling faintly.
[19:15:43]
[19:15:47] Merosiel whispers very quietly.
[19:15:58] Yeva 's smile is broad and warm.
[19:16:25]
[19:16:44]
[19:17:38] Merosiel 's staring at her, frozen for a few seconds. He manages the smallest of nods. He's very quiet as he gets up. The quel'dorei does, however, turn the chair around again the right way and nudge it back into place before he moves for the door.
[19:17:58]
[19:18:05] Yeva calls the well-wishes after him.
[19:18:40] Merosiel 's no longer slouching. He doesn't run, either, but he can't force any air out to speak. He shuts the door very gently.
[19:19:28] Yeva sits alone after he's gone, drinking the rest of the tea.