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I managed to irk Bordel yet again. I wish it didn’t bother me so. Sure he’s not my boss, yet I hate that I feel like I’m failing him. It’s rather disconcerting. And it all happened after we managed to get in to see my mother (despite my plans getting distorted).
First, in the morning, Kimaris was nothing more than a pre-adolescent boy. Only time will tell if tomorrow he’s younger. Might we have an infant on our hands? But I won’t continue on that. With Kimaris too young to pull off a young prince to the guards, we had Bordel take the lead, Oda giving him a disguise. Yesterday, the folk seemed to be quite drawn to his fine armor he had received from Bahamut. Let alone his deity’s symbols was a huge stand out among this Heironious groveling town.
Bordel ended up picking up the role of being sent on behalf of Lord Remus. Kimaris and I were his help of sorts. Then suddenly, as I’m explaining that the facade we were putting on was to help me get in unnoticed, Oda- well, his bird, began to state that I ought to be disguised. My indignation went unnoticed as a mustache was slapped on my face, Fern climbing on the bed to fix my hair into a messy man bun.
It wasn’t my intention to deceive my mother. I wanted to address her plainly as myself, but if anyone saw it was me, coming for her, she would have denied my entry. Let alone, stealing the journals would be cruel, though not impossible. But like I said, my protest and reasoning was ignored. So I pressed it no further.
On the way out of the Inn, we had a Copper Dragonborn stop us. He was... direct, seeming to know us and on errand for his God. I was too impatient to get my meeting with my mother over with that I insisted that we all kept moving. Fern was already on her way under the guise of a renovator via my brother, Baiden. I didn’t want her there too long without us, so Bordel offered the Dragonborn, Aragoth, to come along. I almost was reluctant about the invitation, but I held my tongue as I realized the ease in which I could hide behind the man.
Soon the four of us, and Fern (she was fixing one of the tapestries in the Library), were standing before my mother, Laeni Belrue. Bordel did well in addressing her, but as he began to walk away with her, I couldn’t keep my tongue quiet. I had to be up front and honest with her.
“Mother,” I called out. My eyes were hard set on her as I felt everyone else’s lock on me. I pulled the disguise from my face and let my hair down. I must have looked ghastly in the men's fashion, and it did little to my nerves to be in such deceptive clothes.
As I predicted, my mother was livid to have me in her presents. She asked the four of us gathered (Fern ‘not’ having any part with our gathering) to leave. I insisted that we would go after retrieving my father’s journals.
“You dare return and ask for his journals!?” she shrieked, “I will not let you defile his memory!”
I attempted to explain that a third party might have been involved in Theedain’s death, of which we may find out if we were allowed to read the journals. Laeni then went on to assume I had chosen a life of murder! “So that’s the life you’ve chosen,” her conceited voice rang. She even dared to bring Heironious into it, reminding me that He was watching. Hating how inferior she was trying to make me, I held my head high and asked if she knew of the Primordials. Of course she didn’t and so I declared, “It is who we are and if you only know the holy stature we bear you would tremble with the lack of respect you’ve given us!”
With that, my mother insisted we leave at once. In defense of my party, hoping that maybe they’d be able to better persuade Laeni in my absence, I dismissed myself.
For a moment, I thought Bordel sympathized with me. He called my mother out for being ‘righteous’. I had stopped to listen, but dared not look. He defended my name that Laeni tried to slander. Bordel then asked once more for the journals. Of course he was denied. He then placed upon my mother’s shoulders any and all responsibility for the deaths that come as a result of her refusal. If the journals contain any evidence, any name, to what could be my father’s murderers, her withholding them from us would put the blood on her hands.
I almost thought Bordel’s words would have done it, would have broken the stiff pride Laeni was all too well known for by her bitter enemies, but alas she reminded us to leave.
Kimaris did attempt to make a dash for the office. I had mentioned to the group where they were as we plotted our options to obtaining the books. I tried to tell him to stop, but the boy ignored me. I wasn’t terribly worried. A few minutes later the guards escorted the young boy out as I predicted.
The walk back was met with many surprised voices, all wanting an explanation of what I had done. I reminded them that it wasn’t my intention from the start to steal the journals. The goal was to get me in. Bordel in a huff asked what we were to do now. I simply replied that we’d go to the Head Priest. He’s likely to know of the Primordials and if there was anyone my mother would honor, it would be him. His word might as well be that of Heironious Himself.
Back at the Inn it was even more clear how angry Bordel was with me. We all regrouped, waiting for service at the church to draw nigh, and ate dinner. Fern asked why the Dragonborn was with us. To this, the Human in a bitter voice replied, “Why not Malaney explain since she likes to run off with her mouth?”
I looked at Bordel and was suddenly embarrassed. I hadn’t meant to offend. And suddenly, I felt very unsure of myself. Certainly he feels I blew any chance of us getting the journals, and he’s quite possibly right. Kimaris was sweet and tried to cheer me up, using a similar line to what I told him yesterday, “We all make mistakes.”
When the time came for the church service, I was less than enthusiastic to go. I couldn’t guarantee its success, but it was the only other honest means I could fathom to obtain the books.
Kimaris and Fern ended up coming with me. Bordel would have, but was caught up by some guards. It would seem the man was an executioner before his time with us. It makes sense considering he worships- or honors the God of Death. I certainly wasn’t going to insist on him staying with.
The service was a reminder of how much I use to waste my breath. I managed to keep my words to myself. The hour passed and it then was time for confessionals. When my turn came, the Priest was pleasantly surprised. Thankfully he seemed to take my mention of being a Primordial to heart. He said he’d pray about it, and if I was lying, I’d have even more to repent of. I gave a cordial smile and bid him a good night.
I can only hope I persuaded him enough. I would have shown him the feather buds growing in, but then again, I don’t know if that has anything to do with my supremeness.
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Oh goodness. I haven’t a clue what’s wrong with Bordel. He just passed out on the bed... good thing I’m all set up on the floor as it is. Something got him in quite a huff. Whatever it was, I hope it’s nothing serious.
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