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Erys Moongem

As Dagger's impromptu birthday party comes to an end, Erys finally moves her hand to gently touch her shoulder, trying still to be reassuring, but recognizing that it had already been some time. She knew how this was going to go, but the truth was going to be hard to hear and harder to speak. "Are you ready, Dagger?"

Quinys Forgedawn

"Why not, it's not like today could get any worse." Quin took a final drink from her glass and stood, stretching before taking a step toward the stairs. Maybe she had drank to much, she suddenly felt nauseous and didn't know if it was the booze or the situation. "What room?"

Erys Moongem

Offering her hand, Erys leads Dagger up to her room. "Feel free to take the bed or the chair, whichever you'd be more comfortable in. And remember: I promised you'll be safe." Just a few more steps down the hallway to her sister's room, and a few meek knocks. "On…" The memory of tackling her sister to the ground fresh in her mind, Erys pauses to collect herself before continuing. "Ona. We're ready, if you'd like to listen in, or if you have any questions of your own once I'm done."

Onys Kiirnodel

The door opens a moment or two later to reveal a darkened room, blinds drawn, a candle at a writing desk recently extinguished, and, unusually for Onys, a jumble of casually-discarded armor and weapons and backpack. The elf opens the door slowly, not answering her sister, simply stepping through and shutting it behind her. She's clearly unarmed, wearing a simple white and blue dress instead of her usual armor, a gold chain hanging from her neck and descending into the frock's bodice. She hasn't redone her braid and her eyes look raw. She can't meet her sister's gaze, simply waiting for Erys to start towards her own room.

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin chooses the chair, sitting and drumming her fingers on her knee as she waits. Her hand slips into her pocket and fingers the locker again, before clearing her throat and looking around the room. This was going to end, well, she couldn't even begin to guess how. Well maybe? Depending on in Onys had ever felt the way Quin did right now.

Erys Moongem

Erys leads her sister to her bedroom wordlessly, and slides into a seated position on the bed so as to be closest to where Dagger ended up in the room, but leave enough of the bed for Onys should she choose to sit. She closed her eyes. 'My Lady,' she prayed silently, 'help me, please.' She opened her eyes, and with a measured exhale, looked directly at Dagger. "When we awoke, we were bound, and you were not. You were seated in the company of a man you later attacked, and I heard you call him Adonis. You told me of Adonis. You told me Adonis was a mentor to you. He was not speaking to you as a pupil. The first question I have for you is the most important, Dagger, as much for my sister and me as for yourself." A look of pain and concern on her face, Erys asks: "Do you still love him?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys does not sit, instead remaining near the door, using the wall to keep her upright. She seems lost in herself, her arms wrapped around her middle. She seems a lot smaller without the armor or the sword or the fury. Erys's initial statement seems to glide by with no particular reaction, but Onys seems to tense momentarily, head lifting up and eyes narrowing at the back of Erys's head in something like confusion when the implications of Erys's foreknowledge and her question begin to sink in.

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin chuckles at the question, looking between the two before sighing and realizing this may be the last thing she says. She had been asked for the truth, and she would give it, even if she hated the taste of it in her mouth. "Do I still love him? Most days. Hell, every day at some point. How could I not? He was everything to me for seventy-five or eighty years? Something like that, I don't remember."

Erys Moongem

Erys' heart breaks at the revelation, and though she tries to hide it, she wavers. She steadies herself, remembering the pet name, the pacing, the offer of the crossbow. "But you were neither willing to kill us to be reunited nor, after successfully negotiating for our lives, leave with him and leave us to our fate. You turned on him. You shot him. He attacked you in turn. The druid managed to undo our bonds and snap you out of it, but I was the last to be untied. I saw it all, Dagger. You went for the keys and you unlocked the door and then you tore down the hallway after him." Erys swallows, glancing quickly up at Onys before returning her gaze to Dagger. "Did you have any idea he was leading the Redbrands, or any idea he was down there waiting for us? Waiting for you."

Quinys Forgedawn

"I thought he was still in jail, but I guess they don't sentence for much longer than thirty years for anything short of murder or rape, so I should have guessed…guess that much was on me." Quin pauses, putting her head in her hands, then looking up an Erys. Her mouth was slightly open for a moment before she spoke again. "I didn't know where he was, and I didn't expect him to ever be a part of my life again. And I promise you, absolutely, that if I had just refused him you would all be dead and I would at least be drugged and in the back of a cart on my way home. It's not fun to be a part of Adonis's life, but I was for longer than I have memories of."

Erys Moongem

Erys nods at each new fact, but especially at the promise. "I'm sure of it." She leans forward, holding firm eye contact, a look of intensity and rage at the thought of Dagger being held captive by that bastard in her eyes. "We escaped entirely because you were quick-witted, fast, and a damn good shot. The evidence at to what would have happened to you if you'd been collaborating with him are the scars that now cover Ilarno's body." Erys looks up at her sister, a pained expression on her face. "Adonis abused her, Ona. He was abusing her in front of us. It doesn't matter who or what he thinks he is to her, it doesn't matter what their past was. Tomorrow is our oathday. We're paladins, right? We protect people like Dagger from monsters like him."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys looks pained, voice quavering. "I already knew I was in the wrong, sister, you needn't lecture me about it." Before she can brook further argument, she sniffs once, draws herself upright, a flash of the paladin you met a week or so ago in her bearing, and strides across the room, stopping short of Quinys's chair. In a simple, un-ornamented motion, Onys kneels, her palms atop her knee as it were the pommel of a sword, her head against her knuckles. She takes a deep breath and speaks, her cadence and vocabulary in High Elven as court-born as she: "Quinys, I hath judged thee unkindly and unfairly, and I hath unjustly demanded truth from thee when I knew not what events and intrigues boiled 'round me." She blinks back tears and presses on. "I, Onys tinuen'Aegan tinuen'Vestera chilnosse Kiirnodel*, hath wronged thee. The demands of my calling nor my wrath nor injury lend any excuse to such treatment of a companion, sworn to the same grim task as I." Another breath, another shake of the head. "I hath further failed my beloved twin, who saw the truth of your actions and nature where I could not, and the very ideals I strive for as both a noblewoman and as a paladin. I lack any recourse to repay this indignity and injury but to abase myself and endure any chastisement you see fit to inflict and thus, mayhaps, gain thy trust." She does not rise when she finishes speaking.

* Onys, daughter of Aegan, daughter of Vestera, heir to the house of Kiirnodel, loosely.

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin watches, listening to each word, mouth falling open a bit more as it progressed until Onys finished and Quin looked at Erys for a moment in shock. She rubbed her forehead for a moment and cleared her throat. "I mean, I get it. I'm not mad at you or anything, I'm mad at Adonis…and myself I guess. I always thought I was past the little girl stage, but does anyone ever outgrow the lust for their dad's attentions or approval? I mean, not my dad, but…whatever." Quin pats Onys on the shoulder, then musses her hair a bit. Onys was a friend, even if she was cranky 90% of the time. "This is unnecessary, please don't kneel like that. All I ask is that if you have something you want to talk to me about is talk to me, I'll usually answer. I'm not that difficult."

Erys Moongem

Erys starts to cry in relief, hurredly getting her gauntlets off and casting them aside so that she can wipe at her eyes. It was so beautiful, and so… so Ona… and at the same time, there they were, the two of them, at peace once again. Tearfully, clutching at her amulet of Sune and thanking her again and again in her heart, Erys finally tearfully and jokingly responds in Elven, "Lady Kiirnodel, I believe the court of Phandalin is prepared to pardon you of all charges."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys wasn't sure what she was going to get, but definitely didn't expect a friendly hand to be offered, and all of a sudden, she feels completely foolish. Looking up with a bit of a sniffle, but blushing deeply, she pushes her bangs back for a moment, unfolding her legs and sitting back with a slight thump. "Went a little overboard, maybe. I think take after my mother too much."

Erys Moongem

"Atara would be proud of you, but I think Avara might agree."

Quinys Forgedawn

"Some day you'll have to tell me about your parents, I enjoy stories of somewhat healthy relationships. I don't really remember mine." Quin began to take off her armor bits, leather is usually a pretty easy one man job and she had sobered up quite a bit over the course of this.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys stands, stepping over to her sister for a moment, hesitation clearly written across her features and in the movement of her arm before extending a hand and placing it on Erys's shoulder. "When you have a moment, there is more we must speak of."

Erys Moongem

"Of course, sister. Let me get some dinner and get my armor off finally and I'll be right along to speak with you." Erys reaches into her purse and pulls out the second key. "Dagger, you are of course, absolutely welcome to still sleep in here tonight, and I reiterate no unwelcome advances would come your way, but…"

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin looks at the key and sighs, grabbing it with a bit of a smile. "I'd hate to deprive you of…other company tonight. That'd make me a real monster." She picked up the dropped pieces of armor and looked between to two and chuckled. She puts her arms around the two, hugging them both for a moment before stepping back. "You two are pretty cool, thanks for believing me. I know I made the right choice."

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