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tristranthorn) wrote2008-01-07 05:17 pm
tristranthorn) wrote2008-01-07 05:17 pm
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[027] OOM - Meet the Parents
As every good traveler knows, there must be a destination for which to head towards - otherwise, there is aimless wandering which makes for wasted time, wasted resources, and a more or less miserable time.
But as any good observer knows, Tristran and Yvaine do not follow rules whatsoever.
So the two companions - still terribly (and pathetically) in love - are doing exactly what good travelers do not: they are wandering aimlessly, wasting time and resources. Whether they are having a miserable time remains to be seen, though it is unlikely that they are even able to follow that part of the rule, anyway.
"You know," Tristran starts thoughtfully, turning to glance at the star, "it has come to my attention that you haven't met my family yet."
Why this thought suddenly springs up in the young man's mind is a mystery, but now that it has taken precedence in the forefront of his thoughts, he believes it important not to let it go.
"Before we left, I told my father about you," he continues. "And I am positive that my mother - my other mother - and my sister want to meet you too. What do you think?"
But as any good observer knows, Tristran and Yvaine do not follow rules whatsoever.
So the two companions - still terribly (and pathetically) in love - are doing exactly what good travelers do not: they are wandering aimlessly, wasting time and resources. Whether they are having a miserable time remains to be seen, though it is unlikely that they are even able to follow that part of the rule, anyway.
"You know," Tristran starts thoughtfully, turning to glance at the star, "it has come to my attention that you haven't met my family yet."
Why this thought suddenly springs up in the young man's mind is a mystery, but now that it has taken precedence in the forefront of his thoughts, he believes it important not to let it go.
"Before we left, I told my father about you," he continues. "And I am positive that my mother - my other mother - and my sister want to meet you too. What do you think?"
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And then - well - oh.
The grin flickers just a bit nervously and she keeps herself rather close to Tristran's side. (Well, he has offered himself as a human shield before - she figures that the offer still stands.)
"It is," she blinks, clears her throat. "I mean, I am. Yvaine. Pleased to meet you."
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Daisy smiles politely. "We are, as you probably know, Tristran's family. I'm his - well, I'm Daisy. This is Dunstan, and our daughter - Louisa."
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At least there is politeness, and friendly smiles - and suddenly, Tristran feels a whole lot more nervous than he had originally.
He isn't sure just what to say next.
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"Sorry."
She blinks again, looking mildly surprised with herself - and rightfully so, really, as she doesn't generally tend to use that phrase even when it is appropriate.
"I just mean," she swallows, tilts her chin - and if Tristran ever had any hopes of getting his fingers back anytime soon, he's sadly mistaken. "I'm actually rather terrible at this and I am relatively certain that Tristran wants you to like me."
She laughs sheepishly, adds a hasty, "I would like you to like me as well, of course. It is just that you are terribly important to the m- him and - well, yes."
They really should have gone with the plan where she was mute.
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"Goodness, Tristran," he grins conspiratorially, patting his wife's hand where it's tucked into the crook of his arm. "Whatever did you tell the poor girl about us?"
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He seems to have zoned out, and is zoning back in quite instantly.
"N-nothing! I mean, nothing terrible, of course. It's just - she really wanted to make a good impression on you both, that's all."
He squeezes her fingers back, possibly in reassurance, and possibly to let her know that he, too, was feeling uncharacteristically off.
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"Well, you're honest if anything," she says.
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"Louisa," he warns lightly. "Play nice, dear."
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She doesn't think that she's ever needed anyone to play nice with her before - it's rather entirely undignified and utterly out of character.
Disappointing lack of backbone, Yvaine. Completely disappointing.
"Oh no," she replies, shoulders straightening in a manner vaguely reminiscent of someone being called to attention. "That is quite alright - one would honestly hope that I would have learned how to play along by now."
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"Indeed," he says, making the word sound like something halfway between a statement and a question.
"Ah," Daisy interrupts softly but with a firmness that expresses quite clearly that whatever animosity about to start should immediately be put out. "So, my dear. You have -" She reaches out to touch the star's hand, and immediately jumps back in surprise. She lets out a startled "Oh!" at the tingling sensation.
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"...Yes. She - well, you know she is a star. She's got this thing where - well, yes. There you go."
He shifts a little uneasily, but is relieved that his mother doesn't look scared or anything - simply startled.
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She isn't quite so used to not knowing what to do with herself.
(Not that Tristran is helping.)
She lets out a laugh, grinning sheepishly, and offers out her hand again - palm up this time, "You do get used to it. Or at least I think Tristran has by now?"
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"It's not everyday that your son informs you that he's bringing a star to visit, my dear."
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"Yes. So as I've told you, she could not come into Wall because she is a star, and Wall isn't particularly conducive to things that aren't...their version of normal."
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But then, perhaps she's understood it all along. She did marry Dunstan and raise a half-Faerie boy into a very good-hearted young man, after all.
She turns to the star once more, her initial surprise gone now. "Yvaine," she starts, "you're a very fine young lady, very beautiful. But - how did you come to be here when, I would assume, stars never leave the sky?"
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He really needs to stop that or else she's going to start shaking and then his parents are going to think that she's even more insane than they already do.
"Not generally," she admits, glancing briefly over at Louisa who has just finished snagging her fingers and returning them to her custody with a final verdict of, 'Rather odd.' Which is reassuring. Really. "I was - hit by a necklace?"
Very smooth. Very impressive.
She shrugs, gesturing vaguely at the stone around Tristran's neck, "That one, actually."
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"What are you keeping it for if if caused all that trouble?"
Well, he could certainly afford some nice dresses for his beloved sister if he had things like that to sell, now couldn't he?
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Surprisingly, he nods in agreement.
"It does seem a little strange to be keeping something that caused so much trouble," he muses.
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Great.
Now he's got to explain the whole Kingdom thing, doesn't he? He hasn't got a clue as to how he would even begin. They were supposed to start small what with introducing Yvaine and all, before getting into the fact that after a fair bit of trouble, he ended up being the last male heir of Stormhold, and thus the new king.
"It's ... it's a long story," he finally manages. "It's important that I keep it, though."
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It takes a great deal of self-control not to thwack him. He should be terribly proud of her.
"We could discuss it over dinner?" she suggests, attempting a smile and mostly succeeding - it's only a little uncertain around the edges, is all.
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"Much better answer."