Post by :: Pandie :: on Jul 10, 2009 15:19:46 GMT -5
Andre Tavoll
Trinity Elise Vadoma
Samuel Vadoma
Location: Tranquility
Time: Mid Afternoon
Lo and behold, will wonders never cease? Andre had been awake to see the sunrise today. Most unusual for him indeed. He had spent a few moments oggling over Trinity, but alas, he had been slacking for too long, and so with heavy heart, he had kissed her while she slept and attempted to make some sort of presentation out of himself, which mostly constituted of finding a slightly clean set of clothes--there were so many tossed about the room--and attempting to tame back his hair. He had been meaning to leave her a note, but he simply could not hold a quill with his swollen fingers. Oh, holding a chisel was going to be downright HELL. Shaking his head, he hurried out towards the Carpentry shop. He didn't have quite the Queue (sp???) that Trinity had, but he DID have a pile of orders laying on the inside of the mail slot. Groaning at his still-aching back, he bent and scooped them up, flipping over his open sign.
It WAS a good idea that he had gathered some more wood, since a few of these orders were going to be quite large. Groaning to himself, he selected the easist of the order--a simple set of shelves for a farmer's tools.
*She headed out of her shop and secured the door, heading to make her deliveries. She ignored the whispers, simply smiling and waving to those she passed. She stopped at the smithy, not finding him there. She slipped the letter under the door and continued on her way.*
It was just before midday when the gaggle of girls first arrived at the shop. Andre had seen them around the village before--simple country girl's, the daughters of farmer's and milkers, and as a matter of fact, the ones that he heard the most mean spirited gossip from. He straightened up from his work and glared at them mistrustfully.
They giggled behind their hands until finally, one of the more adventurous stumbled forward. He vaguely thought her name might be Elspeth, and that she had rather an eye for trying to tear the eyes out of local men of a certain age and appeal. She giggled a little bit at him.
Her dark eyes regarded his bent figure. He really didn't need this right now, not on top of everything else. As his fingers gave a particularly painful throb, he dropped the hammer that he was using, praying to whichever unknown force might be listening for patience. He was going to try to control himself...remember, control was key...He raised his head and smiled dryly at her.
He picked up the hammer again, going to finish the shelves, when their mocking laughter reached his ears again. They had huddled together once again as such girls always do.
He dropped the hammer again.
*She made her deliveries, getting some smirks from some folks, odd looks from others. From the looks of things, the whole damn village knew. She sighed heavily as it wouldn't be long before someone took it upon themselves to go pay her father a visit. She turned and headed back for her shop, needing the retreat it offered.*
Reign it in, big boy. Pick up your hammer, and get back to work. Dont give them the satisfaction....Andre followed his own device, hammering perhaps a bit harder than he normally would have, and taking odd relish in the fact that with every time he brought the hammer down, an odd red heat spread across his hands.
He looked up at them, smiling his wolfish grin. A few of the smarter girls recognzied that smile and stopped laughing at once.
There, he said it outloud. It wasn't as though it was a big secret any longer anyway. He watched with some poorly hidden relish as the smiles were wiped from their faces. Pehraps they had been expecting him to deny it? No. They had wanted to provoke him, likely make him angry, but there was a certain little healer girl whom he'd made a promise too, and to that he held. They slowly headed for the door, Elspeth turning at the last second to shoot him a poisonous, waspish smile he did not quite like before she left.
*She had returned to her shop and was now back at work, having opened a few of the jars of herbs she'd preserved in the event she started running low. Once these were all prepared, she would be alright for a couple days. Her mortar and pestle were busy at work, her head bent over the bowl as she worked*
He waited several minutes af the girl left, putting on the final construction of the shelve. He'd leave the....tidy work for tomorrow, when hopefully his fingers weren't screaming bloody murder. Besides, he needed..........healing. He tossed his tools into the chest of many things, secured the lock upon it, and headed for the bright sunshine, the fresh air, and the cooling temperment of a certain little miss, slinigng the sign over to closed but leaving the door unlocked as he left.
A tavern is a beautiful thing, didn't you know? A whole group of drunkards whom share two thing's in common. The first, of course, is their fondness of the drink. The second, the chance to shock people with stories they've heard.
And damned if he didn't get a shock and a half last evening when he was just sitting there minding his own business. It appears his little girl had been quite busy as of late. Would certainly explain why she hadn't filled him in last time she bothered to come by for a visit.
Now, fighting the hangover he had woken up with hours earlier, Sam briskly marched up to the door of the Carpentry, his callous hand beating on it in a not so pleasant manner.
When no one answered, he simply pushed the door open, glad to see the lock hadn't been properly fastened. The sight inside the small shop only seemed to fuel his already flaming rage. Disgusting. Nothing was tidy. It had looked like he was in the middle of a project and just decided to walk out of it. A man who did not tidy his workstation after a long day was a man who did not know how to live. Certainly a man who did not deserve his precious daughter!
His hunkering form stormed out of the small shop, purposly slaming the door behind him, and changed his direction. He'd come into the square to visit Trinity enough times to know his way.
That little girl of his clearly needed a firm talking to. Wandering into the forest with some strange man, and then spending the evening at anothers home?! Oh no, no no. That was not how she had been raised!
She heard the door and was almost afraid to look up with the way things had been going thus far today. She sighed softly and looked up anyway, not wanting to be rude. Seeing it was him, her face lit up and she smiled, glad to see it was a friendly face*
Unbeknownst to the angry life threat that was in pursuit of his head on a wall, Andre was actually beginning to calm down somewhat. Trinity was right--who card what the gossips said? It wasn't as though he had anyone in Tranquility to care about, except for Trinity herself. In fact, he was almost smiling again as he pushed the door to the Apothecary open, and WAS smiling as soon as he saw her face--sheathed though it was as she bent at her work. He sauntered easily back on his heels, his thumbs hooked into his pockets. He hadn't been trying to be super sneaky today, it just sort of...came naturally to him.
"Beautiful AND diligent? Wow, a man must surely be lucky to be able to claim such a treasure as his own!"
He frowned at her words though, and strode across the room to her, tracing a finger across her knuckles.
"I can't say that it has...but don't worry, I quite kept my temper--even though it was quite difficult."
He raised those eyes to her face, concerned.
"What happened? Who'se arse do I have to kick?"
Oh he had arrived but a few steps behind Andre, nonethewiser since he didn't really know the lad other then via heresay. He knew him now, as the man's words seemed to travel directly out of his little girl's shop.
Claim? Claim? Why, he hadn't claimed anything yet, the little worm!
He hovered there outside the door, hoping he could catch something, but then thought better of it. The last thing he wanted was to actually see something. He'd been to the castle dungeons before for a single night while they forced him to sober up. He didn't relish going back.
So, to prevent that, Sam pushed open the door to the shop, and stepped inside, hearing nothing. His eyes were too focused on Andre and how inappropiately close he was standing to his little girl.
His stirn arms folded over his chest and Sam cleared his throat, glaring between daughter and thief.
She turned her hand over and wrapped her fingers around his, giving it a light squeeze. She was very pleased to hear he had kept his temper but it sounded like his day was going like hers*
*She gave a soft sigh and shook her head*
*It was at that point the door to her shop opened and her father entered, clearing his throat. Her eyes widened at the expression on his face but she left her hand in Andre's. She was a grown woman after all.*
*She came out from behind the counter then, giving Andre a nervous smile as she released his hand before heading to her father and kissing his cheek*
Alright, so he was a softy when it came to his only little girl, and those strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her delicate little feet off the ground into a comfortable bear hug. His voice, however, revealed his current state of mind.
Placing her back on the ground, he cupper both his hands around his cheeks, hunkering himself down to look into her eyes.
Still leaving his hands there, he turned his eyes upon Andre, glaring.
Sam's abrupt arrival didn't, at first, cause quite the alarm the player thought it would. In fact, if anything, Andre straightened up, not able to respond, and he stepped even closer, protectively so, to Trinity, his face grim. Then, hearing who it was and feeling her warmth leave him, he went into slight panic mode. He...er...wasn't very experienced with talking to father's of pretty girls.He forced his face into a smile that was polite, but none too overbearing, but did not approach, shoving his hands with their bandaged fingers into his pockets and holding his gaze steady.
*She returned her father's hug and smiled briefly up at him, right up until he spoke. Something was certainly very wrong. If she had to guess, it had much to do with her, especially after he came down to her eye level and spoke. She did not move, instead continuing to look at him*
Papa, I would like you to meet Andre. Andre, this is my father, Samuel Vadoma.
*She could not help but cringe inwardly at the look he shot towards Andre.*
Oh he saw that grin there, and it didn't please him in the slightest. Standing there grinning like a fool. Like a fool who thought he could just walts in and steal his little girl!
The nerve!
His mind worked rapidly. Which one was this? The Coward who was seen on many occassions sneaking into the Forgotten Forest with his daughter after dark, or the fool who had invited her back to his bed before wedding bells rang?
His gaze travelled the length of Andre, or as much as he could see with the table blocking his view. The table that Trinity worked at. The table that Trinity's mother once worked at.
As his little girl introduced the name of the man who was invading too much space, Sam grunted, his arms once more folding over his chest. He stood there, glaring at him, looking quite like the protective, and none too pleased father he was.
Still unblinking, Andre carefully nodded his head.
He couldn't lie, but he could twist words, and he could twist them with a smile.
*She stood there next to her father, unsure of which way to go. She smiled as Andre greeted him, turning to look at him*
*She fell silent then, looking from one man to the other*
He grunted once more, his eye's never once leaving Andre. Oh, there were a ton of thing's running through his head that he'd love to say to this imposter, but the time would come. Of that he was certain.
Instead he simply stated an obvious fact that he had not failed to pick up on.
Of course, he knew perfectly well what the mans name was. It was practically buzzing from every set of lips in the Tavern last evening, as well as his daughter Trinity's and some coward named Tathar, who was his next stop into town.
His eye's then disguarded Andre and returned to his little girl. Even his tone changed, though it was still threatening, but not as harsh sounding.
Andre's temper, already so close to the surface from strain and aggravation, finally snapped. She strode across the shop to where they stood.
His teeth clenched and, feeling reckless, he leant closer to Trinity, his fingers seeking out her waist to wrap around.
*Of course she hadn't mentioned Andre yet, as she hadn't been home in a while to tell her father about anything. Granted she had no intention of mentioning Tathar. She knew that lil piece of information would upset him greatly. Her trips to the forest had apparently not gone as unnoticed as she had thought. She visibly winced as her full name was used, her gaze going straight to Samuel*
*She took a step closer to Andre as he came over to them, his arm finding her waist*
Sams eye's snapped back to Andre, his face going red, and I'm tnot talking a little blush here and there. I'm talking furious look out he's gonna blow red.
He never did very well to hold his temper in check around men. Women, a different story completely. But a fool who had deflowered his daughter before her wedding night?! Now, that was a different story altogether.
He was all talk, though. He'd never been one much for fighting, except those few brawls at the Tavern with the local fools. That could change though.
When his daughter began speaking, he kept his gaze locked upon the thief, addressing her. He had only fully registered the first potion of her comment at the moment.
Then his slow mind finally comprehended the last portion of that comment she had made.
His expression washed from anger to sorrow. To pain. His little girl. Oh, whatever happened to his sweet innocent little girl?
His arm snugly around her waist, her comforting presence helped him tone down--sort of. He was only a fighting man if he knew he could win--and in this circumstance, well...
His voice had taken on a softer edge.
*Her face has turned completely beet red at her father's assessment of things, clear up to her ears. Hearing it laid out like that did sound pretty bad*
*She wanted to take back what she had said about the garden, but what was done was done. She hung her head as he went on a tirade over it, raising her gaze once he was done. She was glad to have Andre there beside her, his words a comfort. At least he was standing up to her father in a way.*
*She now had tears in her eyes at seeing how badly she'd hurt him. Her voice faltered briefly but she continued on*
He bristled. What did she know about love? She was still a child for heavens sake!
And this man?! This man who did not have any respect for his elders? This man who ruined Trinity's chance not only at a future, but at a respectable reputation. No woman joined a man in his bed until they were wed! That was just the way thing's went in this age and time!
Oh, he needed a drink. And he needed one bad. Luckily for them, Sam was never very good at holding a grudge for too long. Besides, if he didn't soften up to the boy, they could still get married. She would be disowned, he would not receive her dowery, and the Queen could grant them the ability to wed. He would lose his daughter, if he had not already.
He shook his head sadly, looking at his daughter and seeing a strange woman standing before him, choosing a boy over the love her father could provide, has provided. Then, with a shake of his head again, he slunk out of the shop and towards the local Tavern. A good stiff drink might ease his heart. Or at least give him enough rage to track down this Tathar fella.
Trinity Elise Vadoma
Samuel Vadoma
Location: Tranquility
Time: Mid Afternoon
Lo and behold, will wonders never cease? Andre had been awake to see the sunrise today. Most unusual for him indeed. He had spent a few moments oggling over Trinity, but alas, he had been slacking for too long, and so with heavy heart, he had kissed her while she slept and attempted to make some sort of presentation out of himself, which mostly constituted of finding a slightly clean set of clothes--there were so many tossed about the room--and attempting to tame back his hair. He had been meaning to leave her a note, but he simply could not hold a quill with his swollen fingers. Oh, holding a chisel was going to be downright HELL. Shaking his head, he hurried out towards the Carpentry shop. He didn't have quite the Queue (sp???) that Trinity had, but he DID have a pile of orders laying on the inside of the mail slot. Groaning at his still-aching back, he bent and scooped them up, flipping over his open sign.
It WAS a good idea that he had gathered some more wood, since a few of these orders were going to be quite large. Groaning to himself, he selected the easist of the order--a simple set of shelves for a farmer's tools.
*She headed out of her shop and secured the door, heading to make her deliveries. She ignored the whispers, simply smiling and waving to those she passed. She stopped at the smithy, not finding him there. She slipped the letter under the door and continued on her way.*
It was just before midday when the gaggle of girls first arrived at the shop. Andre had seen them around the village before--simple country girl's, the daughters of farmer's and milkers, and as a matter of fact, the ones that he heard the most mean spirited gossip from. He straightened up from his work and glared at them mistrustfully.
"Welcome to Hidden Treasures--where you never know what you may find. Can I help you lasses with something?"
They giggled behind their hands until finally, one of the more adventurous stumbled forward. He vaguely thought her name might be Elspeth, and that she had rather an eye for trying to tear the eyes out of local men of a certain age and appeal. She giggled a little bit at him.
"So, Andre...the girls and I have been hearing some VERY interesting things..."
Her dark eyes regarded his bent figure. He really didn't need this right now, not on top of everything else. As his fingers gave a particularly painful throb, he dropped the hammer that he was using, praying to whichever unknown force might be listening for patience. He was going to try to control himself...remember, control was key...He raised his head and smiled dryly at her.
"Well then Miss, I'm glad your day has been.......entertaining.....for you so far. Unfortunately I'm a very busy man, with several orders to fill. Please feel free to look around at the merchandise, and if you think of anything I can help you with, do not hesitate to ask."
He picked up the hammer again, going to finish the shelves, when their mocking laughter reached his ears again. They had huddled together once again as such girls always do.
"Too busy to talk with us--but not too busy to talk to the Healer Witch?"
He dropped the hammer again.
*She made her deliveries, getting some smirks from some folks, odd looks from others. From the looks of things, the whole damn village knew. She sighed heavily as it wouldn't be long before someone took it upon themselves to go pay her father a visit. She turned and headed back for her shop, needing the retreat it offered.*
Reign it in, big boy. Pick up your hammer, and get back to work. Dont give them the satisfaction....Andre followed his own device, hammering perhaps a bit harder than he normally would have, and taking odd relish in the fact that with every time he brought the hammer down, an odd red heat spread across his hands.
"As you can see, Miss, you and your friends are the only ones within the shop. I'm not spending my working day talking to anyone that I shouldn't be."
He looked up at them, smiling his wolfish grin. A few of the smarter girls recognzied that smile and stopped laughing at once.
"Although, if I had my options, I'd MUCH rather have her for company."
There, he said it outloud. It wasn't as though it was a big secret any longer anyway. He watched with some poorly hidden relish as the smiles were wiped from their faces. Pehraps they had been expecting him to deny it? No. They had wanted to provoke him, likely make him angry, but there was a certain little healer girl whom he'd made a promise too, and to that he held. They slowly headed for the door, Elspeth turning at the last second to shoot him a poisonous, waspish smile he did not quite like before she left.
*She had returned to her shop and was now back at work, having opened a few of the jars of herbs she'd preserved in the event she started running low. Once these were all prepared, she would be alright for a couple days. Her mortar and pestle were busy at work, her head bent over the bowl as she worked*
He waited several minutes af the girl left, putting on the final construction of the shelve. He'd leave the....tidy work for tomorrow, when hopefully his fingers weren't screaming bloody murder. Besides, he needed..........healing. He tossed his tools into the chest of many things, secured the lock upon it, and headed for the bright sunshine, the fresh air, and the cooling temperment of a certain little miss, slinigng the sign over to closed but leaving the door unlocked as he left.
A tavern is a beautiful thing, didn't you know? A whole group of drunkards whom share two thing's in common. The first, of course, is their fondness of the drink. The second, the chance to shock people with stories they've heard.
And damned if he didn't get a shock and a half last evening when he was just sitting there minding his own business. It appears his little girl had been quite busy as of late. Would certainly explain why she hadn't filled him in last time she bothered to come by for a visit.
Now, fighting the hangover he had woken up with hours earlier, Sam briskly marched up to the door of the Carpentry, his callous hand beating on it in a not so pleasant manner.
When no one answered, he simply pushed the door open, glad to see the lock hadn't been properly fastened. The sight inside the small shop only seemed to fuel his already flaming rage. Disgusting. Nothing was tidy. It had looked like he was in the middle of a project and just decided to walk out of it. A man who did not tidy his workstation after a long day was a man who did not know how to live. Certainly a man who did not deserve his precious daughter!
His hunkering form stormed out of the small shop, purposly slaming the door behind him, and changed his direction. He'd come into the square to visit Trinity enough times to know his way.
That little girl of his clearly needed a firm talking to. Wandering into the forest with some strange man, and then spending the evening at anothers home?! Oh no, no no. That was not how she had been raised!
She heard the door and was almost afraid to look up with the way things had been going thus far today. She sighed softly and looked up anyway, not wanting to be rude. Seeing it was him, her face lit up and she smiled, glad to see it was a friendly face*
Hello my dear. Taking a break? I sure hope your morning has gone better than mine.
Unbeknownst to the angry life threat that was in pursuit of his head on a wall, Andre was actually beginning to calm down somewhat. Trinity was right--who card what the gossips said? It wasn't as though he had anyone in Tranquility to care about, except for Trinity herself. In fact, he was almost smiling again as he pushed the door to the Apothecary open, and WAS smiling as soon as he saw her face--sheathed though it was as she bent at her work. He sauntered easily back on his heels, his thumbs hooked into his pockets. He hadn't been trying to be super sneaky today, it just sort of...came naturally to him.
"Beautiful AND diligent? Wow, a man must surely be lucky to be able to claim such a treasure as his own!"
He frowned at her words though, and strode across the room to her, tracing a finger across her knuckles.
"I can't say that it has...but don't worry, I quite kept my temper--even though it was quite difficult."
He raised those eyes to her face, concerned.
"What happened? Who'se arse do I have to kick?"
Oh he had arrived but a few steps behind Andre, nonethewiser since he didn't really know the lad other then via heresay. He knew him now, as the man's words seemed to travel directly out of his little girl's shop.
Claim? Claim? Why, he hadn't claimed anything yet, the little worm!
He hovered there outside the door, hoping he could catch something, but then thought better of it. The last thing he wanted was to actually see something. He'd been to the castle dungeons before for a single night while they forced him to sober up. He didn't relish going back.
So, to prevent that, Sam pushed open the door to the shop, and stepped inside, hearing nothing. His eyes were too focused on Andre and how inappropiately close he was standing to his little girl.
His stirn arms folded over his chest and Sam cleared his throat, glaring between daughter and thief.
She turned her hand over and wrapped her fingers around his, giving it a light squeeze. She was very pleased to hear he had kept his temper but it sounded like his day was going like hers*
I am proud of you for keeping calm Andre. I know it was hard.
*She gave a soft sigh and shook her head*
That nay will be necessary. It was just some gossiping old women. Nay worry. Seems we have become quite the talk these days.
*It was at that point the door to her shop opened and her father entered, clearing his throat. Her eyes widened at the expression on his face but she left her hand in Andre's. She was a grown woman after all.*
Papa! I did not know you were coming.
*She came out from behind the counter then, giving Andre a nervous smile as she released his hand before heading to her father and kissing his cheek*
Alright, so he was a softy when it came to his only little girl, and those strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her delicate little feet off the ground into a comfortable bear hug. His voice, however, revealed his current state of mind.
"No, I don't suspect you did, did you?"
Placing her back on the ground, he cupper both his hands around his cheeks, hunkering himself down to look into her eyes.
"You and I have much to talk about."
Still leaving his hands there, he turned his eyes upon Andre, glaring.
"Much."
Sam's abrupt arrival didn't, at first, cause quite the alarm the player thought it would. In fact, if anything, Andre straightened up, not able to respond, and he stepped even closer, protectively so, to Trinity, his face grim. Then, hearing who it was and feeling her warmth leave him, he went into slight panic mode. He...er...wasn't very experienced with talking to father's of pretty girls.He forced his face into a smile that was polite, but none too overbearing, but did not approach, shoving his hands with their bandaged fingers into his pockets and holding his gaze steady.
*She returned her father's hug and smiled briefly up at him, right up until he spoke. Something was certainly very wrong. If she had to guess, it had much to do with her, especially after he came down to her eye level and spoke. She did not move, instead continuing to look at him*
Papa, I would like you to meet Andre. Andre, this is my father, Samuel Vadoma.
*She could not help but cringe inwardly at the look he shot towards Andre.*
Oh he saw that grin there, and it didn't please him in the slightest. Standing there grinning like a fool. Like a fool who thought he could just walts in and steal his little girl!
The nerve!
His mind worked rapidly. Which one was this? The Coward who was seen on many occassions sneaking into the Forgotten Forest with his daughter after dark, or the fool who had invited her back to his bed before wedding bells rang?
His gaze travelled the length of Andre, or as much as he could see with the table blocking his view. The table that Trinity worked at. The table that Trinity's mother once worked at.
As his little girl introduced the name of the man who was invading too much space, Sam grunted, his arms once more folding over his chest. He stood there, glaring at him, looking quite like the protective, and none too pleased father he was.
Still unblinking, Andre carefully nodded his head.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Vadoma. Trinity has told me of you."
He couldn't lie, but he could twist words, and he could twist them with a smile.
"How very paternal, to come check on your daughter!"
*She stood there next to her father, unsure of which way to go. She smiled as Andre greeted him, turning to look at him*
Yes, Papa usually comes to visit when he comes to town. He likes to keep an eye on me
*She fell silent then, looking from one man to the other*
He grunted once more, his eye's never once leaving Andre. Oh, there were a ton of thing's running through his head that he'd love to say to this imposter, but the time would come. Of that he was certain.
Instead he simply stated an obvious fact that he had not failed to pick up on.
"She hasn't mentioned you before, Andrea is it?"
Of course, he knew perfectly well what the mans name was. It was practically buzzing from every set of lips in the Tavern last evening, as well as his daughter Trinity's and some coward named Tathar, who was his next stop into town.
His eye's then disguarded Andre and returned to his little girl. Even his tone changed, though it was still threatening, but not as harsh sounding.
"Apparently I need to do a better job at that, else I wouldn't be hearing about these two men you've been galavating around with before you are even wed. That is not how I raised you, Trinity Elise Vadoma!"
Andre's temper, already so close to the surface from strain and aggravation, finally snapped. She strode across the shop to where they stood.
"It's Andre, sir and I assure you that while I'm certain Trinity appreciates your concern, it is not necessary."
His teeth clenched and, feeling reckless, he leant closer to Trinity, his fingers seeking out her waist to wrap around.
*Of course she hadn't mentioned Andre yet, as she hadn't been home in a while to tell her father about anything. Granted she had no intention of mentioning Tathar. She knew that lil piece of information would upset him greatly. Her trips to the forest had apparently not gone as unnoticed as she had thought. She visibly winced as her full name was used, her gaze going straight to Samuel*
Papa! Andre and I just started courting a few days ago. I have not had time to discuss it with you. As for the other man, he is simply doing as ordered by the Queen. I have a garden in the forest, as a matter of fact, tis Mama's garden. He escorts me there to gather the things I need for the shop and sees me safely back to the village.
*She took a step closer to Andre as he came over to them, his arm finding her waist*
Sams eye's snapped back to Andre, his face going red, and I'm tnot talking a little blush here and there. I'm talking furious look out he's gonna blow red.
"Not necessary? Not Necessary?! My little girl goes starking into the woods after dark, the woods she's been forbidden to enter, with a man whom has not approached me for her hand, and my concern isn't necessary? She then is found to be bedding another, whom too has not approached me to ask for her hand, and my concern isn't necessary? On the contrary, you little twirp, it is quite necessiary!"
He never did very well to hold his temper in check around men. Women, a different story completely. But a fool who had deflowered his daughter before her wedding night?! Now, that was a different story altogether.
He was all talk, though. He'd never been one much for fighting, except those few brawls at the Tavern with the local fools. That could change though.
When his daughter began speaking, he kept his gaze locked upon the thief, addressing her. He had only fully registered the first potion of her comment at the moment.
"A few days ago?! Child, you gave yourself over to him after a few days?! And when he is tired of you, he will move onto the next. How ever will we find you a respectable husband when you are not pure?! You were raised better then this, Trinity! You we..."
Then his slow mind finally comprehended the last portion of that comment she had made.
"Trinity Elise! You went into the Forest to your mothers garden?! Have you no shame?! No respect for your father's wishes?! I gave you a direct order never to go into the Woods. You gave me your word that you would never visit that garden again! Do you wish the same fate as your mother, god rest her soul?!"
His expression washed from anger to sorrow. To pain. His little girl. Oh, whatever happened to his sweet innocent little girl?
His arm snugly around her waist, her comforting presence helped him tone down--sort of. He was only a fighting man if he knew he could win--and in this circumstance, well...
"Insult me and berate me all you wish, Mr. Vadoma, but I won't stand here and listen while you do the same to my lady."
His voice had taken on a softer edge.
"After all, perhaps though you'd like to deny it, Trinity is a woman now, and quite frankly, she does not have to bow to the every whim of the men in her life."
*Her face has turned completely beet red at her father's assessment of things, clear up to her ears. Hearing it laid out like that did sound pretty bad*
I have known him for more than a few days Papa. I did mention that I had a helper here at the shop some time back. That was Andre. He has since opened his own shop as you are well aware after making Tranquility his home.
*She wanted to take back what she had said about the garden, but what was done was done. She hung her head as he went on a tirade over it, raising her gaze once he was done. She was glad to have Andre there beside her, his words a comfort. At least he was standing up to her father in a way.*
Herbs is what I know Papa and Mama kept an impeccable garden. It was either that or have to pay for those herbs which we both know is very expensive. I am very sorry to have disappointed you and nay expect you to forgive me.
*She now had tears in her eyes at seeing how badly she'd hurt him. Her voice faltered briefly but she continued on*
I just hope that one day you can accept the fact that I need that garden and that I love Andre very much. I love you too Papa.
He bristled. What did she know about love? She was still a child for heavens sake!
And this man?! This man who did not have any respect for his elders? This man who ruined Trinity's chance not only at a future, but at a respectable reputation. No woman joined a man in his bed until they were wed! That was just the way thing's went in this age and time!
"You mark my words, Trinity Elise. You will not marry this boy. You cannot marry without your fathers blessing, and I will not give it, do you understand me? He has no respect for tradition. A traditional gentleman would have asked for your hand in marriage. Would have asked for permission to court you. Not stand here and try to tell me what to do with my family!"
Oh, he needed a drink. And he needed one bad. Luckily for them, Sam was never very good at holding a grudge for too long. Besides, if he didn't soften up to the boy, they could still get married. She would be disowned, he would not receive her dowery, and the Queen could grant them the ability to wed. He would lose his daughter, if he had not already.
"I need a drink. You have disappointed me, Trinity. Whatever have you become?"
He shook his head sadly, looking at his daughter and seeing a strange woman standing before him, choosing a boy over the love her father could provide, has provided. Then, with a shake of his head again, he slunk out of the shop and towards the local Tavern. A good stiff drink might ease his heart. Or at least give him enough rage to track down this Tathar fella.
