Prequel5-BoardingHouse

1481, Waterdeep

Onys Kiirnodel

The boarding house room was small, but cozy. The bed occupied most of it from the back corner, with a pair of trunks at the foot of it. A small table with two chairs and a long divan under the window made up the rest of the furniture. Several oil lamps in wall sconces provided cheerful, if smoky, light, and the house itself was run by an enchanter who did marvelous things with temperature control. Onys poured the last of the wine from the bottle into the glass just beyond hers, a glass picked up by a slender elven hand bedecked in a number of jeweled rings. The hand's owner, a pale young thing with huge, liquid eyes (made all the larger by their being framed in rather-large spectacles) took another sip with a smile, remarking "Onys, dear, we appear to have run out of wine." Onys, herself grinning quite widely, lowered the green-glass bottle and raised her own glass. She looked for all the world like the cat who'd got the canary, sitting with the posture of a queen in one of the simple wooden chairs at the table, wearing a dress of pale gold. With her glass in the air, she quietly murmured, "So what shall we drink to with this final chalice, Thalanil?" She playfully nudged her knee against the librarian's own. Thalanil blushed somewhat, replying "I am not sure." Onys leaned in closer, lips nearly brushing that long, slender ear, and murmured, "I would think we drink to finding further entertainments when the wine is no more…"

Erys Moongem

Just a block away, Erys stumbled into the arms of the cleric. A tall, delightfully handsome little plaything she'd encountered at the Temple earlier that day. It had been a simple matter to convince him that an evening with her was worthwhile, and an even simpler matter to entice him to follow her home. But she'd had a bit much to drink. They laughed together, Erys almost dropping her bottle. The cleric had his arm around her, pulling her closer to him and making her feel warm and safe. She smiled up at him. "You are so beautiful." She said, taking in the way his eyes sparkled in the dimly lit streets. She wasn't due home for a few more hours, but it's not like Onys would mind. This wasn't exactly an irregular occurrence.

Onys Kiirnodel

Thalanil's lips mostly tasted of wine, Onys found, but did not mind, as the Deneirite playfully slumped into her lap in lieu of leaving the chair or moving it closer, the elves exchanging slow, exploratory kisses, Onys doing her best to keep her hair from falling in Thalanil's eyes, while still brushing the strands of raven black back with her fingers. She chuckled throatily, looking down at the violet-robed elven scribe and kissing again. "Have I told you that you're beautiful yet today?" she asked in a whisper.

Erys Moongem

Just downstairs, the door to the boarding house opened, and Erys stumbled in, yanking her intended by the arm forward over the threshold. "My room is… right at the end… and my sister might be in, but… don't worry, she'll give us some… privacy?" The cleric laughed, steadying her. "My Lady Kii—" Erys interrupted him, sternly. "Moongem. It's Moongem." The cleric blinked at her rebuke, but smiled, moving down to kiss her in apology. "My moongem," he said, running his hand through her hair once again, "I worry that you might on the morrow believe I've taken advantage of you." Erys laughed raucously. "Just wait 'til you examine your back in the morning. I'm… perfectly capable of making my own decisions." The cleric ceded the point, helping Erys up the stairs towards the indicated door, following her instructions. When she went to fish out the key, she dropped it, but the cleric was kind enough to reach down, slide it into the lock, and open the door to the twins' bedroom. Framed in the doorway was the cleric, clearly delighted by the continued antics of an obviously drunk Erys, who slumped against the young man's body for support as she took in the sight of something she hadn't seen in all the time they'd shared the room. 'Oh, Hells.'

Onys Kiirnodel

Sharing in a laugh, they hadn't heard the key fishing in the locked door, but when it swung open, the elves within were certainly startled, Thalanil immediately trying to sit up and Onys trying to see what was going on and the both of them bumping foreheads in the process, which only added to the confusion as they tried to gather themselves. Onys in turn tried to gather her vocabulary for what may well have been her most vicious oratory since the sisters moved to Waterdeep. However, seeing the look on Onys's face and Erys and her partner in the door, Thalanil flushed bright crimson and stammered out a quick “verylovelytomeetyoubutIprobablyshouldbegoing!" and ducked out, literally running beneath the arc of the cleric's arm where it was braced against the doorframe. Onys took a step or two towards the door, calling, "Thalanil, wait!" and got only the sound of receding footsteps in reply.

Erys Moongem

Erys sobered instantly. It all happened so fast, but it seemed to move so slowly for her. Had she missed the ribbon on the door? No. Had the door been locked? Well, surely. But this was Waterdeep, after all. She felt the rush of air as the elf ran past her and she almost had the urge to reach out and grab her. 'It was a mistake. It was a mistake. It wasn't her fault please, just turn around and get back to your evening with my darling sister.' By the time the lie of pretending she'd gotten the wrong room had even occurred to her, Onys' partner for the evening was gone, and Erys was heartbroken. There was nothing to be done. She'd ruined it. The cleric's face held a look of bewilderment for a split instant, and then comprehension dawned on him, as well. "Ona… Ona don't just stand there, go after—" But she knew it was too late.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys fumed silently. So this is the treatment I get! Typical. She glared at her sister and turned her back on her, reaching for her purse where it lay atop the table, declaiming "We will speak of this on the morrow. For now, I will retire to…" and before she could finish the sentence with the fact that she would take a room at a nearby inn, her hand closed around the purse. A purse which had begun the evening with a certain fullness, but which after the dinner and the dessert and the wine it now lacked. Onys swallowed, loosening her grip on the empty bag, doing her best to salvage the situation. "…the divan, and shall brook no further discussion on the matter!" She snatched the blanket from her backpack and haughtily, if a bit childishly, took to the divan and covered herself over entirely, a plaid-covered lump of sulking elf below the room's windows.

Erys Moongem

Erys could only watch in stunned silence as Onys moved from one end of the room, to the empty purse, and finally to the divan. She glanced up at the cleric. It wasn't his fault. There was no reason to be upset with him. But he was suddenly not beautiful by any definition. "I'm, sorry, uh…" She couldn't even remember his name. He patted the small of her back, kissed her cheek, and whispered to her, "Maybe next time, little moongem." He was gone moments later. Erys reached for the door as she showed him out and pulled it so that she could take a close look at the knob, to see whether she had truly missed her sister's ribbon.

Onys Kiirnodel

There was no ribbon at the doorknob.

Erys Moongem

Erys found herself slowly replacing blame with irritation. No ribbon? Clear forethought into the date – my goodness Onys really knew how to show someone a good time – but no ribbon? What if Erys had come home… Hells, an hour later? Even if she'd been alone… Still. She walked into their room, moving towards the divan but keeping her distance "Ona…?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Beneath the blanket, it was fairly hot and stuffy, and even the biggest possible snit can only deal with a lack of air for so long. She groaned, tossing the cover down to her waist. "What."

Erys Moongem

Erys felt the tears welling up in her eyes but struggled against them, not wanting to make this about her, understanding better than most the frustration her sister must be feeling. "…I'm sorry. You… there wasn't…" Erys sighed, looking down at the floor, so disappointed. "Your ribbon. Please, listen… Ona, I'd sleep on the street before running off your first lover in…?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Years. She wasn't going to give Erys the satisfaction of showing just how little she had to fight for what she got handed to her (while Onys had to take what she could, when she could), though, so she didn't answer. Instead, she recriminated. "Oh, I'm sorry, perhaps I wasn't expecting that I might actually have a date work out for me for once. And since when were you planning on coming home before midnight?"

Erys Moongem

Erys shrugged, slowly, the tears starting up again. "You can't believe I wanted this to happen. You know how excited I am for you to… find better fortunes. Ona, please. Please. If you'd just put up your ribbon, Ona…" She was crying now, as much as a result of her sister's anger at her as the reality that she'd played a part in running off the elf.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys gives her sister a tired look. Obviously, she doesn't really blame Erys for her own idiocy, but it would be nice to have someone to blame…other than herself. She sighs. "It's not you. I just don't know why I bother sometimes."

Erys Moongem

Erys steels herself despite her tears, looking at her sister with a look of determination. "This is important to me. You are so important to me. I love you so much. Fuck the ribbon rule. I won't come home if I'm not sober enough to listen at the door and I'll knock first. I'm willing to do whatever I can to make sure this doesn't happen again. I know we can't afford an inn night after night, and I know that's…" She looks downcast a moment, but refocuses – this is just more important. "I know that's mostly on me. I'll start looking for better paying gigs than…" a pained smirk, "better laying gigs?" She loses her determination, but fights through the tears that stream down her face to be absolutely certain Onys understands. "I don't care that it's not me, not my fault, whatever. I hate that it's happened."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys sits up, looking down at the floor. She doesn't really seem to be listening all that closely to just how distraught Erys is over this incident. "No, don't go to any trouble at my expense. I'm the fool."

Erys Moongem

Erys stomps her foot on the floor in utter frustration, causing a loud bang. "I don't care. Look at this shit—-" she moves to the table, indicating the evidence of a date well-enjoyed by both parties, "You know what you're doing! This looks… my Goddess, nobody takes me on dates like this… they must have been so special to you." She grits her teeth in anger, furious at the whole situation. "You're no fucking fool, Ona. And I wasn't asking your permission. Put the ribbon up, please, okay? It would help. I can go back to the tavern and play another few rounds of cards, or I can get my company to invite me to their place for once. Everything I can come up with, I'm doing." She sniffled, rising to her full height, smirking again, trying to ease the tension of her tantrum with a conscious echo of her sister's earlier remark. "And I'll brook no further discussion on the matter."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys looks up at her sister, with her own words flung back in her face. "Fine, then," she replies, and lays back down on the divan, turning her back on her sister and, perhaps, looking out the window. Perhaps not.

Erys Moongem

Erys just watches her for a few minutes, breathing, trying to calm herself down. Finally, and with effort, she says, "I… have an escort gig. All the way down to Neverwinter. It'll take me three weeks. Please. Reach out to them, apologize, blame me, and enjoy yourself for Goddess' sake. Don't just lie there feeling like this was your fault."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys merely sighs and says, "Go, then." The chances that Onys will actually follow up on this incident are slim-to-none.

Erys Moongem

Erys takes a few minutes to pack, somberly, trying not to make too much noise. She makes sure she has enough tea to last the duration and then some – you never know – as well as the various accoutrements she'd been supplied with in the days prior. She had planned to leave in the morning, but… well, she could just meditate in the temple for one damn night. Nobody would mind. Once she's got her chainmail on and she's ready, she makes her way to the door. Unsure whether she was still awake, meditating, sleeping, or just furious at her, Erys opens the door and gently, quietly, uncharacteristically meekly says, "Luck and love, Ona," and leaves without waiting for a response.

Prequel5-BoardingHouse

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