Drondon - Dinner Time

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[ 81] Drondon: Dinner Time
Wed Nov 3 15:39:57 2010
To: Llorana Jinquil Nianica Azaros Yaviel
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Drondon quickly blinked in shock. He witnessed the Dalar sisters' mother
give a firm and surely a rightfully so, stinging slap to his future wife's
cheek.

Holy Mother! He thought, trying to make the awe and shock disappear from
his countenance. He learned through training, and being about the Vallens
that sometimes it's best not to speak, and he definetly didn't want to face
their mother's wrath.

He winced some, seeing the rosy color coming to Llorana's cheek. He felt
bad, wanted to give her a kiss on the cheek, but now was not the time. He
heard Llorana introduce him to the slapper of Dalars. The matriarch's eyes
and his met, locked in an icy stare. The stare of a predator that doesn't
take it's focus of it's prey. He felt them searing a hole into his soul
almost. He held steady, a slight grin came over his face, but nothing
that'd be to noticeable. Silence was all that evident in the room. His
ears picked up the faint traces of the others breathing.

It seemed that time had stopped, all was still, the only thing moving was
the sisters' mother towards Drondon. Oh dear sweet Mother of Nature. She's
coming to kill me.

She took a graceful, regal step towards him and placed a kiss on his cheek.
Her lips were cold against his flesh. Drondon wondered if she actually had
blood pumping through her veins. She muttered somewhat loudly so the others
could hear,

"If you are good enough for my daughter, then you are welcome amongst this
family."

Her attention turned to Jinquil and Azaros sitting at the table. She added,
"The Lady knows, they do as they please."

Drondon looked over at Llorana, he gave a her a comforting and reassuring
smile. Saying he was sorry without speaking it to her. Standing beside
her, he made the decision that he'd endure hell for her, and endure her
mother. He couldn't have been more happy to do so.

He was the Songmaster, leader of the Kyorl, the sworn protectors of the
Royal House of the Vallens. He had seen many battles. At that moment, he
prepared himself for battle. A battle agaisnt the dragon, the dragon that
was Llorana's mother. He would slay her with kindness. A tiny grin crossed
his lips, Azaros was there. He could throw him to the wolf that was the
Dalar matriarch if needed. A low growl emitted from him stomach. He could
smell food being cooked.