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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4204853" data-attributes="member: 19688">Karothen finds himself shepherded into the small dining room, intruding upon a family meal in full flow. This is not what he wanted. He is not sure what he wanted. All he knows is that something was nagging at him for these past weeks, since the girl threw the statue he had tried to repair for her on the floor. It wasn't just sadness at having hurt her, or confusion over what she had wanted him to do to the statue in the first place. It was something else, some desire to understand her hurt, to unmake it, and perhaps to find out just what this little broken thing had meant to her. And then when he had found the piece of wing in his drawer it had just brought everything back to the fore.He should have thought more clearly. He should have just waited until his mind had settled down again.As he took a seat, feeling the combined interest of the family upon him, his eyes moved to catch a glance of Jeillia. So that was the girl's name. A simple name. A pretty name.Her gaze was cold, her brow furrowed, her cheeks reddened in embarrassment at his presence and the scene it had created. Karothen wilted under that gaze. She must hate him even more now.He looked at the plate they thrust before him. They were being very generous.Thank you. The food smells lovely. His voice sounded so quiet in his own ears. He tried to speak up, to gain some control over the situation. I didn't mean to intrude. Time must have run away from me this evening. I thought it was earlier. It was not my intention to interrupt your dinner.The cooing from Eldan's mother seemed to indicate that this was no intrusion.Your generosity is exceptional. Perhaps after dinner I can repay you by taking some items that need repairing?He felt better now. He felt more in control. He waiting until everyone had sat down again and joined them in eating. He was no longer hungry, despite his earlier appetite, but he forced himself to eat for it would have been rude not to.He noticed, through the meal, through the endless chatter from Eldan's mother trying to make him comfortable, that Jeillia never once lifted her gaze from her plate, her knife slowly moving items around, but with no food ever reaching her mouth. She was not happy.</blockquote>

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