Come Into My Castle|Sensatiamens, Sensatia

[Northen Light36]

"That infomation must have gotten mixed up somewhere along the line," Tres murmurs. "Tavin had gone back to help look for you then when you returned and that order was given, he wasn't able to leave and get Tavia and Aideen... From his point of view though, it did just seem like you were only concerned with the well being of your people, and not anyone else. But Tavin's a reasonable man, even when he's angry. I think if the situation was explained, he'd cool down." Tres looks at Thelon thoughtfully. "Do you intend to speak to him?"

[Kender Bard]

Thelon nodded firmly. "Of course; I don't like leaving misunderstandings hanging in the air, and besides, I hate to have another enemy." He smiled weakly. "We Leader types make so many without going out of our way to accrue more."

[Northen Light36]

Tres chuckles and nods in agreement, though she replies, "I think 'enemy' is too strong a word for Tavin." Amused, she continues to let Thelon show her around. "So, you're an only child then, Thelon?" she asks, just to change the subject.

[Kender Bard]

"Aye," he remarks. "Was the son of the last Master of MInds; so I guess you could say I've been bred and readied for the position since I popped out of my Mom. My father died a long time ago; heart attack. Mom perished not long after, though they never said exactly what of. I'd wager a broken heart. They loved each other very much." He mulled over that a few moments before continuing. "It's not unusual amongst Minds to be an only child. That might change though. It seems I've set a trend; one of my counselors has adopted a little girl of his own, though she's off in the head, poor thing. Many-Voices the symptom is called. It's when a person hears another voice in their head, or more."

[Northen Light36]

"I've heard of such things," Tres murmurs. "The poor child. Still, as long as she's happy and has someone to care for her, that's what matters. Gemma's adopted too. Both her parents died in hunting accidents when she was barely a year old, so I took her in." Tres smiles. "And as difficult as she can be, it's a choice I never regretted."

[Kender Bard]

Thelon smiled and chuckled, "One could hardly tell the difference. You two are much alike. Out of curiosity, does she know she's adopted?"

[Northen Light36]

Tres nods. "There are no secrets in my family," she replies simply. "I told Gemma myself when she was old enough to understand and I've done my best to ensure that she knows that not only do I love her like she was my daughter by birth, but that her parents thought the world of her too."

[Kender Bard]

Thelon smiled at that. "That's good. Hmm, well, looks like I'll have to give up my guise of the 'enigmatic' Leader if we're to have a relationship. I likely wouldn't be able to hide anything from you either." He chuckles, but the sound catches in his throat as he realizes something. "Tres, does my apparent age bother you?"

[Northen Light36]

Tres pauses, considering the question carefully. This answer could make or break the relationship before it's even really begun. "In a sense, yes," she replies slowly, then holds up a hand to prevent Thelon saying anything. "If we're to have a relationship, I'll be an old woman while you're still young. Does that bother you?" Tres straightens her back, bracing herself for an answer she might not like.

[Kender Bard]

Thelon shook his head, paused, then looked hesitant. "I'll be sad," he admitted. "You're a fine woman and I think I'll come to.. care for you." Much too early in the game to say 'love'. "Perhaps deeply. But it's a problem worth taking on in light of all the good in the idea. I'm willing."

[Northen Light36]

Tres smiles. They're both too old for romantic decleations of undying love or other such foolishness. An honest answer was what she'd been looking for and was what she'd gotten. "Then so am I, Thelon," she replies.

[Kender Bard]

Thelon swells with joy at her answer; momentarily unsure what to do. He wanted to skip and jump and shout like the young man he resembled. Instead he abruptly snatched her hand and planted a kiss on the back of it. "Thank you." How much more awkward can I get? "Will be keeping Libre tonight, so he can get used to you and your people?"

[Northen Light36]

Tres blushes slightly at the gesture. To be honest, she's not entirely used to such attention from a man of any age. As a young girl the combination of her own firey temper and Zap's swiftly dealt out wrath to any man who looked at his sisters drove all suitors away and in Fira, well, it just never seemed to come up. "You're welcome Thelon," she replies. "And Libre's more then welcome to spend the night at Fira. As are you, if you'd like to keep an eye on him."

[Kender Bard]

"I would like that," Thelon says delightedly. "Shall we go see how the children are doing and then head back? You've seen about all there is to see in the city, save for all of the fortifications... which are impressive but not very interesting."

[Northen Light36]

Tres smiles and nods. "That sounds like a good idea," she agrees easily and lets Thelon lead her back.

Gemma's looking quite content, having worn out Libre enough that he'd be content to rest. Currently she's cheerfully telling one of her favourite fire type legends to the child.