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gorlim

OOM: Namo

May 22, 2006 19:29

His mind has been wandering of late: from the dense humid forest of Vietnam to dreams of cold Dorthonion and of frozen Angband. They have taken him far, these dreams, and inspired a return to his more culturally fitting style of dress: he's taken to wearing his kilt over loose, dark pants, and to carrying sword and knife wherever he would go ( Read more... )

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halls_of_mandos May 22 2006, 23:47:19 UTC

Námo stiffens in the room.

Then his eyes return to the bed he'd been making.

"Come in, Gorlim."

Simple as that.

gorlim May 22 2006, 23:49:57 UTC

He does. The door creaks shut behind him. He's not sure what to say, so he says nothing: only stands, silent and curious.

halls_of_mandos May 22 2006, 23:52:51 UTC

He finishes smoothing the sheets, then turns around.

"You are looking well," he says as he crosses his arms. "Have a good holiday?"

gorlim May 23 2006, 00:03:23 UTC

He refuses to be angry. Yet. He doesn't feel he needs to answer that question or take the defensive, so he remains standing casually with a hand resting lightly on the pommel of his dagger.

halls_of_mandos May 23 2006, 00:08:02 UTC

"That is good to know," he says shortly.

Námo calls Lírë from the bathroom and places her bowl of innards and meats before her.

"Your son is not here. Neither is your mother." His unreadable eyes rise to Gorlim. "I do not know when to expect them back. Nerdanel left in tears and would not tell me what was wrong other than your name associated with the idea that she was somehow a bad mother."