[Thread; Closed]

[dewdrop_pebbles]

Characters: Mjrn and Jote
Progress: Ongoing.
Summary: The sisters have an overdue talk after their conversation with the local scholar.
Location: The inn at Treno.
Date: June, 1803
Warnings: Awkwardness? Angst? Nothing else, though.

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[woodguardian]

And unbeknownst to Mjrn, Jote also had that discussion they'd had in front of Fran in her mind. But her memory went further, past the time when Mjrn had run through the village away from them. The two elder sisters had discussed things that Jote knew she needed to say to Mjrn. The younger sister knew much about the Wood and the Viera law, but she had no idea where her sister stood in relation to all of this. Few truly knew Jote's feelings and the Elder had come to accept that her sisters needed to know that she did not hate them for their decision.

If anything, she was jealous. Jote treasured each of them and Mjrn needed to hear these things from her sister's lips before distance and the Humes separated them again.

She pulled open her door, intending to find Mjrn, just as her sister paused outside her door. "Mjrn..." Her voice was quiet, soft and not harsh like normal. "Would you spare me a minute's conversation?"

[dewdrop_pebbles]

Mjrn paused in surprise, hand raised as she was clearly about to knock. Jote's tone also caught her off-guard, but she readily nodded. That was the reason for her presence, after all.

"Of course, Jote. I had hoped you would be available, as well...." Once there was room to enter, Mjrn did so. That Jote had something to say as well was a relief; Mjrn didn't quite know where to begin.

[woodguardian]

Apparently they had had the same idea all along. Jote offered something close to a peaceful expression as she pulled open the door and stepped aside to allow her sister entrance. Shutting the way behind her, Jote turned and folded her arms over her chest as she thought about how she wanted to say this.

"You plan to leave in the morrow, do you not?"

She didn't sound particularly upset about this, more resigned, though it was difficult to tell.

[dewdrop_pebbles]

"I do." Mjrn nodded, no apology or pleading offered. They knew this time would come, and she saw no reason to quibble around that fact. "One of the newly arrived Sky People bears ill intent toward Alexandria, and those who know him best believe he is capable of following through with such threat. I would aid them as best I am able."

The ability to ignore what was happening around her was not one Mjrn possessed. This, possibly more than any other trait, defined why she was not well-suited to life in the Wood. It had been repressed for a time, but that time had passed.