Seizing the Moment... Finally

Things were fine, he was enjoying his dance with the dwarf, conversing with her about Ruth, when he wasn't making faces at the other elf across the room. You're the only woman he respects, save for my wife. Nairn stated, with a shrug, but it was clear by the color of her face that she'd understood. She clarified, and he chuckled quietly, behind his scarf.

Mmm. He's dense, had a bad romance. Soured his heart a bit, I think. The box might be wise, if you intend on making a definitive move. He reached to tap the dwarf's shoulder, brushing a speck of dust from her outfit. Talk shifted to his wife, and he laughed again, shaking his head.

Think you might be right. Only other times she's looked that happy were the first time I let her braid my hair, and when she found me after my absence. Though, she'd not been terribly pleased to find him after his absence, to be fair.

She yelled his name—and he yanked the blacksmith along with him, scanning the room for whatever threat. Dora would see him reach for a knife, tucked safely away. Only for his fingers to falter, when he finally found what she was shouting about. Ruth, convulsing—

Ruth

hitting

the

floor.

Nairn released Dora, and shoved his way through the dancers and gawkers. He'd pause, to squeeze Megara's hand, before he knelt, checking for a pulse. Is he safe to move? Take him to the back-room? It didn't escape him, that the man's limbs were splayed and everything seemed slightly off.

@Theodora Oridotti
@Megara Fern
@Ruth Yoesif