Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Name Nickname Brynne daughter of Bastian. Race Human. Attire Black, empire-waisted, long-sleeved dress with red and gold trim black leather boots. Weapon Dagger . Location Pynti-Peldot inside the Inn of the Snowy Eagle. Tagging Anyone, Celeste, Vaemyr, Teemu. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Brynne felt her cheeks grow warm as Vaemyr looked down upon her, his face kind despite the clear concern she saw etching the lines about his mouth and eyes. From the tone in his voice, she could tell that he'd been through so much and was attempting to ease her by taking on the burden of having not been back in Dale as he'd once been several years back. Yes, she remembered him. The way he used to be at her father's side, doing his bidding and protecting their home. Vaemyr had been an asset to her entire family. She might have been young, a mere shadow to most, but she noticed... even as she busied herself in the gardens whether it was reading or working on a project requiring needle and thread. Immediately, Brynne's fingers began to twist and tangle themselves through her long, dark curls. Her thoughts drifted to lighter times. Times before she was ripped away from a life of comfort and familiarity. She remembered that day in the gardens, the air smelling especially sweet as the breeze wafted in the scent of the freshly blooming honeysuckles. Vaemyr had found her in what she'd always thought to be one of the more secluded areas of the gardens, the paths like a maze where one truly could get lost if the light was right. She'd been so focused on her embroidery, an elaborate piece she was planning as a surprise for her mother, when the light of the sun was suddenly blotted out. Looking up, her dark eyes trying to focus, there he was--Vaemyr. It had been the first and only time they'd ever truly spoken without anyone else around. He'd been kind and complimented her, praising her skill as a seamstress. It was in those moments that he'd made his request... Brynne's eyes focused on the crest that Vaemyr donned, her cheeks growing warmer by the second. Yes. She remembered him and the heaviness she and her family felt when he'd left. Blinking rapidly, she drifted out of her small reverie, her ears listening to the banter between warrior, Elf and Lossoth. Her muscles tensed and her fingers tugged on her dark curls. As she shifted in her seat, mustering up her resolve to speak amidst the heated discussion, Celeste finally stood up. She swallowed hard, her dark eyes fixing themselves upon her Elven friend. She wished that things hadn't gotten so out of hand, though perhaps Celeste was right. Perhaps everyone needed to rest a little and realize that everyone was on the same side. Truly, there were no enemies at The Snowy Eagle... not like that gruesome night in Dale. A shiver ran along Brynne's spine as she smiled at Celeste, giving her a nod 'good night' as she left. She then turned to look at both Vaemyr and Teemu, her mind spinning slightly as it drifted to darker thoughts of Dale and the night she was taken, the night her life was altered forever. She had to admit, that seeing Vaemyr gave her comfort. It was nice to see a familiar face, especially his. Just then, she bit down on her lip, her hand releasing her twisted lock of hair. I will do my utmost to be as useful as I can be. I've been staying here in Pynti-Peldot for the past month. Brynne smiled, her dark eyes glancing over at Teemu and then again at Vaemyr. And, it's nice to see a friendly face once again. I haven't seen one in quite some time. She paused a moment, her hand reaching for her hair once again. The people of Pynti-Peldot have been kind, but... her voice trailed, going soft, a mere whisper. She looked down at her lap, her free hand playing with the fabric of her skirts. I don't feel so alone now. It was an admission of sorts, but one she felt compelled to state. With reddened cheeks, she looked back up at the two men standing near her. Anyway, I shall do my best and continue to make Dale proud.