S8E2-EdricQuinys

Edric Serall

It was a quiet night in Shad Dunbar. With the commotion of earlier hanging over their heads, the party had settled into their rooms for the night. A tension still filled the air, with the events of the next day still so very uncertain. One of them, however, had been a bit more busy. Having gone out to aquire a few items from the local shop, Edric had put together a makeshift altar to Sune in his room, which was about as spartan otherwise as he was comfortable with. Years of living on the street, in a poorly maintained dorm, and a ship on the open seas, he'd grown used to sleeping just about anywhere without issue, and that's about how he liked it at the moment. No distractions, just him and his newfound faith together as he prepared incense and kneeled before it. He had learned the words from Erys, but…she wouldn't be here to help him say them tonight. After what had happened outside the gates, a distance had reopened between them that had closed since their time out in the forest, and he was left with no answer but to pray and hope he was heard.

Quinys Forgedawn

Quinys, unsure about this new place, was unable to rest. These rooms weren't secure, as they were made for nobility who were guests of dwarves, and she hadn't slept inside without a locked door in quite a while. She put on her slippers and eased the door to her room open, looking for light under the doors of her compatriots and seeing a bit under Edric's. The two hadn't talked as much as they used to, and Quin missed their closeness. She decided to knock, hoping she wasn't interrupting anything with Erys.

Edric Serall

He was deep in thought, thinking on the words that Erys had said when she had made her own oath, wondering if he had any right to say them, as he heard the knock and turned around looking to the door. It couldn't be her, but…who else would be checking in on him? "Come on in." The incense smoke filled the room with the smell of rose and amber, the sweet scent clouding over the ambient smells typical to a dwarven living space. The various symbols he had painted around the altar were in the shapes and symbols most revered by the goddess, as well as a simple depiction of her, her striking image wreathed in flowing red hair.

Quinys Forgedawn

After a moment Quin opened the door and stood tentatively at its frame, feeling the thickness of the perfumed smoke in her throat and wondering if she should proceed. She glanced around for Erys, still unsure of how to act around the two of them together, and upon not seeing her relaxing just a bit. "I thought we could talk, like old times, I'm feeling a bit restless. But you're busy, I'll go."

Edric Serall

Seeing his old friend, rather than any of his new ones, was a relief to him in a way he didn't entirely understand, as he gestured her to come in and close the door. "I'm really not. I'm uh…still a little new to this whole thing, and I could use the company. A talk sounds nice, actually, might get my mind off the jitters." Devoting himself to a god sounded nice up until now, but with him on the eve of said devotion…it was stressful. It was a total change of how he would live his life, and while he truly did want to put his faith in Sune, he wondered if she wanted him as one of her more devoted followers at all. "You alright? Things have been kind of crazy lately."

Quinys Forgedawn

"Of course I'm alright, am I ever not?" She smiled and closed the door behind her, finding her way to being sat on his desk and kicking her legs under her nightgown. She looked the alter over, wondering what some of it meant but not about to ask, this religion stuff was like quicksand. "Smells better in here than my room, what is it?"

Edric Serall

"Incense, mostly stuff I picked up in Waterdeep but I got some of the uh…accoutrements from the store here in the fortress. They may not like the Kiirnodels, or maybe elves in general, but they seemed okay with me." A perk of being human, he supposed, their relations with the dwarves had been better than the ancient rivalries that defined dwarven/elven history. "Quin, I know when something's up with you, at least I used to. I know I screwed things up with you before…and I guess it makes sense you'd be here when I make these devotions. Of anyone, I've made the biggest mistakes with you, and my feelings towards you."

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin tilted her head a bit, watching Edric as he spoke and feeling like she could be honest with him…at least about this place. "It smells weird here, and I don't think people like me much. I mean, most of them ignore me at least, but I've been getting weird glances and I don't like it. I want to show people why they shouldn't look at me like that, but I feel like that would be a bad move."

Edric Serall

"I don't think it's that they don't like you but…I don't even know if they like me. Sometimes I think you're the only person I can rely on anymore, Quin. Half the time I don't know what's going on with everyone, especially Erys. At least with Onys, I know she hates me, but Erys…it's different every day whether she's mad at me or thinks I'm great." He reached a hand out to her, gesturing for her to sit down next to him at the altar, where a second mat made of sheets and blankets had been set out, presumably for a second person. "I trust you, Quin. Right now, having you here is really important to me."

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin slowly sipped off the desk and headed over, looking at the blanket suspiciously for a moment before sitting on it crosslegged."What do you even do here? Is it like meditating, looks like it would be like meditating, but with more…I don't know, steps? Required things? I don't know the words I'm looking for." She looked the altar over again, afraid of touching it and being stuck down or something weird like that.

Edric Serall

Smiling, he moved to take her hand in his, like she had back on that day not so long ago, as he turned back to the altar. "Don't worry, you don't really have to participate…I guess it's just nice to have a witness that you trust when you do something this big. You don't have to say anything if you don't want, I know you're not really into stuff like this." Something about having her here right now felt right, in a way he couldn't quite place. Maybe it was Her, guiding him towards some goal he didn't quite understand yet. "Before I start or anything…I just wanted to say that you're very important to me, Quin, and I should have come to you more often. Thanks for being here this whole time."

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin doesn't move her hand away, letting him rest his on hers with a quiet smile. Things were weird between them, that much was true, but there was no reason to try and shut him out. Human contact was few and far between with her, and this simple act was comforting in this strange place. "I'll always be here, Edric, you know that. Even if we're not talking because of dumb reasons, I'll still stab someone in the face for you."

Edric Serall

"Then maybe we shouldn't be not talking. I want to clear the air before I take on this…well, huge responsibility. I know I should have been upfront about Erys, and I know I shouldn't have been so forward with you. To be honest, I understand why you wouldn't want to return my feelings anymore…but I still love you, and I have since I met you. You've been a light in my life, even when we were ripping off unscrupulous merchants back in Neverwinter." His hand grasped hers as he turned to look back at her, her red hair a match for that of his new patron. Maybe it was the incense in the air, or the spirit of the proceedings, but he felt that same love he had before all the awkwardness had happened, as if it never had. "I know you might never return those feelings, but in Her name, I promise I'll do whatever I can to nurture whatever love might still live."

Quinys Forgedawn

"Oh Edric, you silly." Quin blushed deeply, looking at the ground and thinking carefully about how to phrase her next thought. She wanted to be honest, but that involved talking about her feelings, which meant thinking about her feelings, and she wasn't so good at that. "I love you, I do, and I don't entirely know what that means. I want to be around you, and share things with you, and watch you experience new things with the wonder you always have for the world, but…I guess I'm still deciding if I can truly share you in the way all this requires."

Edric Serall

A blush came to his cheeks too, as he kept his gaze on her and those emerald green eyes of hers, the light of the candles illuminating her face with just the right tones to bring out the color in them best. "I can't say that it won't be difficult sometimes, but part of becoming Her cleric is being willing…no, actively attempting to share my love with all those who need it. I can't say that I'll be as proactive as Erys is about it, but for now, accepting and embracing the feelings I have for either of you would be sacrosanct." The distance between them closed a bit as he leaned in, but kept that last bit of space, reflexively remembering the last time he violated it. "I…I'm going to do this, and I want you to listen, and after…well, it should be clear."

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin nodded a bit, swallowing thickly as she wondered what this was going to be like. She'd never seen anyone pledge themselves to a god, and this one was so much more… physical than most. Quin knew Edric wouldn't do anything to make her uncomfortable on purpose, but the lack of knowledge about her immediate future was disconcerting enough to make her shift a bit. She didn't pull away, but she fidgeted slightly.

Edric Serall

Looking back towards the altar, he sighed as he closed his eyes. It wasn't like when he helped Erys with the oath, no, this was…going to be more personal. As he focused on the subject of this prayer, he began slowly. "Sune…I know I've never been a religious person until recently. I even gave deferrance to an undeniably evil god. I know that you are a god of beauty and grace, and I have not always possessed or revered such qualities in myself and others. I pray to you that I may better understand you, and in such, to better understand myself." The altar didn't seem to react in any way, although he hadn't expected such. "Sune, in your divine grace, help me in my aspirations to be more like you, capable of revealing my inner beauty and help others achieve the same and to be comfortable in their own beauty and grace. Help me cull the flaws from my being, my anger, my stubborn nature, and my impatient urges, that I may better serve you and those I love." His hand gripped Quinys's hand tighter at this. "In devoting myself to you, I wash myself of my sins and misdeeds of my life thusfar, so that I may better serve the will of beauty and love. I wash away my reservations, that I may allow love to blossom where it will, and where it dare not or cannot encourage friendship."

Quinys Forgedawn

Quinys watched him as he spoke, his delicate features light by the candle light, the shadows cast by his inky black hair, and enjoyed the true beauty of the moment. Edric, always the upkept and guarded one not only baring himself like this, but feeling so earnest isn't about anything, it was one of those moments that would stay with her forever. She kissed his hand and leaned against him, enjoying the feelings that she didn't quite understand, but enjoyed.

Edric Serall

Feeling her lips on his hand, and her leaned against him seemed to add to the spirit of his words, as he continued on after a moment's pause to let the meaning sink in for himself. "Grant me your passion, that I may inspire it in others. Grant me your wisdom, that I might share it with those I meet. Lady Firehair, grant me your strength that I may protect those I love most, and grant me clarity that I might find beauty in the most unlikely places." The incense was almost intoxicating, as his hand moved to clasp Quinys's, fingers interlocking. "Let me know your will, my patron, my Goddess, my Truelove, and lend me the strength to make it reality."

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin closed her eyes and just listened, content with just being in the moment. The thick perfumed smoke, the warmth of the close candles on her face, and the simplistic of contacts with who was now the most important man in her life (sorry Valorn) while he opened himself up to what was a new, but heartfelt, experience to him. Was this romantic? Maybe, she didn't know, but it made her feel whole to just be included in it.

Edric Serall

Finally, the words had come to an end, and for a moment, he had thought that nothing had changed, but suddenly he could feel…something. Anger. Intense, hateful anger, accompanied by seeing red, even with his eyes closed. He tried to focus on this feeling, but soon enough, it faded as if it had never been there before. What was there, however, was knowledge. Knowledge he had never known, or perhaps just never realised he'd known before, flooded into him with a warmth and heat that sent a shiver throughout him. He could feel like was being watched, and that a connection had been made that had not been there before. As his eyes opened, a smile crossed his features as two tears streaked down his cheeks, and suddenly he understood Her. Perhaps it was only the beginning of understanding Her love, but he felt it, and he loved Her in return, in a way that his love for either of the women in his life just couldn't fairly compare. As he looked to Quinys, he held her hand up, clasping it with his other hand as well now. "Thank you…thank you so much for being here for me, Quin. You are beautiful, and lovely in ways I wish I could have understood before."

Quinys Forgedawn

"You're crying." Quin matched his smile as she lifted her free hand to gently brush the tears away from his cheeks. He looked so…happy. She decided right there that she didn't need to understand him, or what he loved, or why any of this happened, she was glad it did. If something, anything, could make him this radiant, she was more than joyful about it, because they were a team and that's all she wanted for him. "Thank you for letting me be here."

 

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