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Erys Moongem

Erys returns to the wagon, shaking the small amount of pain out of her wrist. Ivaric was starting to develop a passing amount of strength with her shield, but he still wasn't able to defend himself properly. It was going to take forever, but it was good to have something to focus on during the journey. Certainly better than the trip down to Neverwinter had been. As she approached, she noticed that most everyone had gone off one way or another, save her sister. It had been some time since they'd been alone properly, and the events of the last few days had made her very much want to speak with her. Cragmaw had been ridiculous. Ona had held firm. Erys was proud of her. She smiled as she approached, giving a little wave. "Ona! Can we talk? It's been a spell or two since we've had a chance to be alone. Y'know, since before… no pressure, only if you feel up to it."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys smiled mildly, standing up and adjusting her chainmail, the elf having been seated on a fallen log for most of the last half-hour or so. She nodded. "Of course, sister. I apologize if I have been distant. Our first foray into the field since Oathtaking being such a spectacular failure is…a humbling experience." She brushes some of her unbound hair back with a hand, walking over to Erys.

Erys Moongem

As soon as they were near enough, Erys embraced her sister tightly. "You needed time to heal. I understand. Or at least I am coming to." She glances around at the wagon and the surrounding area. "Would you rather talk here or have a walk?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys held her sister to her, appreciating the contact, even with the armor in the way, and took her own look at the surroundings for the moment. "Well, I don't know about you, but I could stand possibly not looking at our wagon for at least a moment or two. A walk, then." Apparently captured by a bit of a lighter mood, she jauntily offered her sister her arm with a grin.

Erys Moongem

Erys accepted her sister's arm with open delight, remembering the times when they used to do this sort of thing more regularly with a flash of melancholic guilt. She didn't dwell on it, though. "Speaking of Oathtaking… I've been meaning to tell you something, and I'm a little nervous as to how you'll… react."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys checked the treeline for both dangers and destinations, deciding to step further off the road towards what looked like a small pond, and starting for it. "What," she replied gently, "that you're sleeping with Edric?"

Erys Moongem

Erys followed her sister's gaze, slowly, and it took her a few moments to actually hear her sister's words. She swallowed. She looked over to make sheepish eye contact. A smile spread across her face, and then she exploded into laughter. Of course Ona had known. Ona had probably seen it on her face the morning after their oaths. Ona always knew. She laughed and squeezed her sister's arm tight, half in relief and half in elation, looking to the sky as if to chide herself for ever doubting her sister. Erys Moongem laughed. "Yes."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys laughed as well, trying not to rain too hard on her sister's parade, but, there simply remain some duties between siblings that remain sacrosanct—-such as gentle ribbing. "Gods, Era, did you actually think you were being subtle? Ivaric? Really? You might fool a man or dwarf by using the lammen i'tel'quessir* but we've spoken it for a century now. Secrets you may have, and secrets you may keep, but that does not number among them."

* "language of the elven people," loosely

Erys Moongem

Very carefully wiping a tear of joy from her eye, Erys shakes her head. "Of course, I should have known better than to even think it possible to hide anything from you, beloved sister. We were arguing, and I was almost… ready to hurt him. For something he'd done to Dagger. But they were the wild flaillings of a virgin. And well…" She sheepishly shrugged again. "You know how I like formal introductions."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys steps sideways between the trunks of a stand of alders, taking her sister's hand and guiding her through as well, coming up to the edge of what appeared to be a pond. Well…barely. It couldn't possibly be much wider than a farmhouse. It couldn't be much deeper than either sister was tall. But it sufficed. It was not a wagon. "Era, you act like I am chastising you for your choice, I'm not. If your heart has guided you to him, who am I to gainsay it?" She chews on her thought for a moment, eminently disappointed by the pond. "…what did he do to her?"

Erys Moongem

Erys followed her sister and looked around at their surroundings with all her usual wonder. She wasn't much for nature, but these areas fascinatined her. And she wondered what her sister had been in search of, but followed regardless. "I don't mean to make you worry that I fear your judgment, Ona…" She pursed her lips in a look of dissatisfaction. "That afternoon Dagger had encountered her abuser. You and I had fought over it. He kissed her. The innocent flailings of a virgin, but… she cried. I went to correct him with a dagger. He begged me to help him and I felt Her call. It wasn't my heart. But I made my Oath as I undressed him, and when I took him to bed, that's when she appeared surrounding him. It was just like my night with Mina so long ago. I've found it very hard to… detach myself from him, since. The training is helping, I think. It's better to focus on a single task."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys nods, keeping a tight lid on her own opinions about the—-wait, did she say "of a virgin?"—-about the wizard. "I had not imagined such a beanpole of a man would show interest in hand-fighting. How goes the work?"

Erys Moongem

Erys rolls her eyes. "Slow. He can take a hit, right? But he's just not… I don't know. Maybe he's distracted. I knock him to the ground, he gets back up. He's got some perserverence. Theoretically, if he can manage to hold the shield and cast his spells at the same time, he should be able to properly defend himself while maintaing his capabilities. And if the Lady Firehair has truly touched him, well…" The faintest trace of blush crosses her cheeks, but she knows she can't hide it. It's infatuation. It happens. "Maybe there's some real hope for him. He's had… a number of tribulations."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys sniffs at the autumn air, crossing her arms. "Well, if it can at all tamp down his petulance, it shall certainly serve some purpose."

Erys Moongem

"If it makes you smile… I am kind of beating his ass every day." Erys giggles.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys grins. "I can certainly take some small pleasure in it."

Erys Moongem

Erys gives it a few moments, moving her head so that the gentle breeze fixes her hair for her, and then looks downcast again. "I never really got a chance to apologize, we've been rushing from job to job, and I know you don't want to talk about it really but… a few months ago in Waterdeep I ruined your chances with someone. I… can't remember their name, but… you were devastated. In the time I was gone, or since, have you had anyone?"

Wren-Today at 9:42 PM

Onys pulls a bit of a pained face. "Thalanil. And, no. They were on horse to return to Candlekeep the following morn, and since, I've had no particular time…and rarely the inclination to take another to bed. Our business of late has been grim."

Erys Moongem

Erys exhales, her shoulders sagging, wilting. "Ona… I—- you did show them a lovely time, I remember. Certainly there was… you…. Ona, how long has it been?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys hesitates, then shrugs. "You probably know better than I."

Erys Moongem

Erys considers… trying to remember… if Ona were serious, then… then… "…YEARS?" She exclaims, a bit too loudly, her shock and shame as plain on her face as can be. She had no idea Thalanil was Ona's first in… in years.

Onys Kiirnodel

She nods. "Unless I took a lover in my sleep that I am unaware of…"

Erys Moongem

Erys finds her head shaking in exhaustion. In the years… since… surely her count was easily in the hundreds. Multiple hundreds. Evereskans, and then the people she'd encountered, her companions on this or that job, even most recently Ivaric himself but… "Why?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys has no real answer and vaguely tosses her hands up in the air. "The work, I guess? I did not choose the simple path, and I have spent untold nights either kept company by my candle and books or in practice with armor and sword, or, of late, in pursuit of coin to keep food upon our table."

Erys Moongem

"I mean, so have I… haven't I? And all the while, I've… I've gotten closer to my Truelove, I've come to know Her in ways unbelievable when I was just starting out. Surely, with Hanali Celanil there's… She doesn't… mind?" Erys marveled at the very notion of going a month without a partner, let alone the time her sister had. And she marveled again at how, once again, she had aggravated the problem.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys leans back against a tree. Might as well get all her inadequacies out in the open, or something. "Were she not kind, she might have actually rebuked me for not taking someone to bed. As it is, she told me to focus more on loving others than suffering for them." She does not add that she was advised to care more about her own needs as well – some habits die hard.

Erys Moongem

Erys' heart melted, as she closed her eyes and tried to imagine Onys' Oathtaking. Surely, she had sat in front of her bed in the moonlight, her symbol in her hands, and she had prayed, and as the image she had described appeared before her… what? Certainly nothing like the lovemaking that had followed her encounter with Sune. Certainly not the shockwave of, well… surely, it had been a thing of decorum and grace and not at all the sort of love that Erys practiced. "…if there is ever anything I can do to aid you in that goal, sister, do not hesitate to ask. It pains me to think of you isolated so. Were it by your own choice, that would be one matter, but…" She hadn't even noticed the shift in her language, unconsciously emulating her sister in an attempt to come off as earnest. "But evidence demonstrates otherwise. It's been quite some time, are people like Thanalel the sort of people you like? Maybe you're like… a sommelier?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys looks at her feet as her sister declares her willingness to give aid, but then her confusion overrides her embarrassment… "Thalanil. And…a winemaster? What does that have to do with me?"

Erys Moongem

Erys scrunches up her face in concentration. "Like… like they sample… but they only drink the best. Right? You didn't just take… Thalanil. Thalanil. Thalanil. You didn't just take Thalanil back to our room and pin them to a wall. You had a whole… thing. You spent a lot. You wanted a very… intense? Connection? Maybe? Am I making any sense?" She looks to the sky, eyes close, sighing with the difficulty she was having expressing the difference between them. 'You didn't just take them home and fuck them blind, sister dearest, you expected something more, and who knows where it would have led. I can be finished with a man in moments and a woman in hours and move right on to the next if I wish it, but you… clearly…' she just couldn't understand.

Onys Kiirnodel

"It might not have ended much differently from any one of your own assignations. They were due to depart for Candlekeep with the sunrise, no matter what influence I might have had. That may even have been why I had been so emboldened to extend my hospitality beyond the dinner and to return home with them and the wine…" She shuffles around in the back of her mind for a moment, desperately seeking a metaphor. "It…even back to our youngest days, you have always known the song of love. It is a tune I wish to sing, but I know not the words. So I remain quiet."

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