S3E9-OnysEdric

Onys Kiirnodel

It's late in the evening in the house where the party has taken residence for the night, and it's mostly the elves who are awake at this hour. This fact is made apparent from the washroom, the door to which is half-open, a pair of sconces illuminating the scene of Onys, on her knees at the side of the larger washtub, working a large bundle of cloth in the soapy water. Instead of her usual traveling clothes and the armor laying over her, she is wearing a somewhat-expensive-looking dress, mostly in ivory, with detailing and ribbons in blue. a light sheen of perspiration is visible on her brow in the dim light as she scrubs.

Edric Crestrun

It had been hours since Edric had talked to Valorn, and he had gotten some impressive work done on both the robe, and the scrolls he had discovered inside it. However, something had been bugging him since even before that…what was going on with Erys? I mean, the surface reason was obvious, but he sensed something else was wrong, and after eliminating Valorn as a suspect of it's cause, he had been wracking his brain. He needed a break. Heading down to the washroom, he hoped the bath might be free at this hour, I mean, who would be…oh, right. Elves. God damned elves. Looking in and seeing Onys, he almost considered heading back up and trying again later, but…she would be the best source of information regarding her sister. Opening the door, he stepped in, and with a bit of reluctance, tried to engage her. "Uh…hey Onys."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys looks up, expression neutral, shaking some water from one hand and wiping her brow with a forearm. "Good evening, Edric. I'm sorry, have I awoken you?" she asks, lifting a soaking linen garment from the water and giving it a bit of an eyeing. She drops it back in to soak further and stands, wiping her arms on a dry cloth. Her feet are bare on the stone floor.

Edric Crestrun

Leaning up against the wall just inside the door, he shook his head."Nah, nothin' like that. Too busy to sleep anyway." Looking at her, besides the obvious resemblance, he had trouble imagining how these two were twins. They were almost diametrically opposed in every way."I was wonderin' though…is something up with Erys? She's been actin' stranger and stranger, is that uh…normal?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys narrows her eyes, thinking back on the time they spent together earlier in the day. "Stranger…how?" she asks, with a sort of carefulness, a guarded pronounciation.

Edric Crestrun

"Like…more agitated. We were havin' drinks with her earlier, Quin and I, and we were havin' a good time, Erys hit on Quin which was entertainin' because Quin didn't even notice at first, and then…she decided she wanted to take off all of a sudden. I thought it had somethin' to do with Val, but I talked to him and he said they weren't havin' any problems either." He sighed, trying to put this together in his head, seeming distracted by something else on his mind. "I know I haven't known her long, but you have, and I guess I feel like knowin' what's up with her might be important if we're gonna be hangin' around each other in the long term."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys' face grows wan—-not quite grimacing, but clearly not pleased by what she's hearing. "I obviously cannot divine my sister's mind in all things…" she begins, dropping the cloth at her feet, "…but we have had some fairly trying times of late, and I would say she is doing her best to carry the burden." She sort of nods to herself, to finalize her thought on the matter. "I will speak with her anon, however. If her evening has been as you described, there may be more to her mood than I first thought."

Edric Crestrun

He nodded, as he watched her work, and her expression as she did so, wondering what exactly was up with these two sisters. "Hey uh…I was a bit of a dick the other night. Not sayin' I wanna make up or nothing, but I took it a little far. If we're gonna be stuck together for the duration, which it's lookin' like we are, I don't need to be wondering if you're gonna leave me for dead if shit gets bad. Don't want you not bein' able to trust me either." This was difficult enough for him to say. "I still don't like you, or your attitude, or how you talk, or a whole bunch of things, but I wanna know we can trust each other."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys sighs. "There are more polite ways to go about this, you are aware."

Edric Crestrun

"Yeah, well, do I come off like I know any manners? I told ya, I don't like your type, not a thing about it, so it's difficult enough holdin' my tongue as well as I have."

Onys Kiirnodel

She sighs, rolling her eyes heavenward. "If that's the case, I would prefer you hold your tongue entirely, for I fear that if I even ask you what the weather holds for the forthcoming day, you will respond with a chorus of epithets and a callow recounting of miseries, as if they were somehow my fault." _She reaches back into the tub, pulling her linens out. The blood has clearly not come out of the fabric, and she shakes a dripping, linen-wrapped fist for emphasis. "I have spilled blood for you, magician, which scant few of my lineage would do for a human. What more sign must I make to prevent this endlessly repetitive monologue?" She casts the clothing back into the tub, muttering darkly, "Mayhaps if I offered to take down my frock and show you my flesh, let you spend your lust upon me, you might show me the same respect you show my sister?"

Edric Crestrun

Oh, something about the way she got all haughty just seemed to light a fire under him, in the worst way. "You know, the way you talk about her, it really shows yer jealous of how well she gets along with just about anybody. I don't respect her because of any kinda percieved promiscuity, and the idea I would is just about as illogical as I can even imagine. I respect her because she's not a stuck up, self-righteous stick in the mud. I respect her because she's a good person, and doesn't act like she's superior to anyone." Something about the way she talked about her own sister just pissed him off, himself an only child who's childhood was friendless and lonely. "By the way, don't pretend you spilled blood for my sake. You're just as selfish as any of us."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys' face, displeased at best through this conversation, twists in what can charitably be described as a black rage. "First you seek to antagonize me for my lineage, now you cast aspersion on my sacred oath! Do you have no better entertainment than to try and wound me with discourse? Are you so cruel that you have no better way to spend your time than to harangue me?"

Edric Crestrun

Far more than their last argument, something about the way she reacted, the way her face twisted into a pure and unmistakable anger, caused Edric to do something he really, truly didn't expect he would do. He tried, for a moment, to consider her point of view here, as difficult as that might be for him. "I…fuck. Listen, I…I don't understand this stuff, okay? I don't get it. I wasn't raised to get it, and I've always thought that 'honor' was a fancy way for stuck up people to pretend they're serving some higher purpose." His hand gripped the edge of the door tightly, as if his senses were telling him to get the hell out, you're in grave danger. "But…maybe I've just been hardheaded and wrong. Maybe you're different and you're actually walking the walk." He thought about it, how hard it must be to genuinely hold up these ideals, day in, day out. "…and maybe I've just been an asshole to you for the wrong reasons."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys unclenches her fists, her posture slackening a little, the elf suddenly seeming far more tired, even vulnerable, than would be expected. "It is given to me to bear up under the strains of the world and lay down my life that even one innocent may live for a day more. I…I would rather I did not have to suffer the lash of your anger for no-one's benefit."

Edric Crestrun

He took a breath of relief as he sagged back against the wall. "Yeah…I just don't understand it. I've always just lived for myself, and my own anger. It's what drove me most of my life, feeling angry at the world for making my life miserable for so long. I'm not used to someone who's authentically selfless, so I just assume they're full of shit. Sorry."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys shrugs mildly and gets down on her knees again, giving the laundry another go. As she bends over the tub, a simple pendant, a golden heart on a chain, slips from the bodice of her dress to swing as a pendulum from her neck. "As we travel, you will almost assuredly be in a position to watch me walk my walk, as you say. It is only given to the gods to approach perfection, but I strive to leave no doubt of my devotion."

Edric Crestrun

Nodding, he stepped towards the open door. "Yeah, and I can guarantee that I'm probably gonna make the same mistakes I made tonight, more than once. Too much anger in me not to. But I'm gonna try to be less prejudiced, and try to be less of a cynic." He sighed, knowing that he had a lot of work if he was going to survive this in the long run. "Y'know, you and your sister…you have wildly different approaches, but you really are more alike than you are different, when it comes down to it."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys, nods, silently hoping he keeps his word, but actually chuckles at his last comment, a single brief snort, causing her to smile tiredly, looking up at Edric as she returns to scrubbing at the blood on her underclothes. "You might not say that if you had to actually live with us."

Edric Crestrun

He grinned. "Yeah, maybe. I'll see ya tomorrow, Onys." With that, he headed back up to his room. No, he hadn't gotten a bath in, but at the very least he understood the person he had harbored this hate for a little bit better. If that's what it took to keep the boat steady and true, he was willing to try.

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