Arelienbur

Having a house that's yours, even if only rented, and having the chance of people visiting -- especially, but not only, because you're courting -- calls for a lot of things to have on hand. I'm sure I've barely scratched the surface of what a host should be ready to offer, and I've already spent as much as I can make in a half-dozen visits to the marshes gathering goblin ears. And just for things for my visitors to drink!

Calilla seated herself within the comfortable confines of one of the white wicker chairs. The day had been a quiet one so she had spent the last few hours running through her fighting forms over and over. A light sheen of sweat caused her dark skin to glisten like polished obsidian in the glow of the fire but as interesting as that imagery might be, her attention lay fully upon the wicked talon blades of her karambit. Plump lips twitched upward into a pleased smile as she ran her finger along the sharp inner edge of one.

100 female short swords, long swords
200 male short swords, long swords and halberds.
150 female Halberds
250 female spears
500 male spears
500 fire pots
600 rolls of bandages
100 splints
600 rolls of sinew
600 rolls of thread
1000 needles

Is it possible to gloss over horror and wickedness, with something so simple as love? Can grace or forgiveness or compassion or any other kind thing, somehow blanket these dark stains, without ever truly dealing with them, to a point where you can simply step over them and pretend they no longer exist? It seems as though that is what people are trying to do right now. And I want it to work. I want the smiles and jests and hugs and well-wishes to make everything better, to erase the cloud that hovers over me. To help me forget. 

But it isn't working.

((Funny enough, that song was titled as such that I have heard playing at a certain part of this post. XD))

"Running makes it look very bad...," said Brywulf, watching her. "You need to just explain the situation."

"The hobbit...," said Bambidal, shaking her head. "They will never believe me!"

"The hobbit..?" repeated Rizan to himself.

Ah, right... Chrissy...