It was an out that she hadn't expected to be taken. That's never been their way.
Canien doesn't hesitate in following, her confidence giving further proof that she knows this village and where at least Haleth lives within the borders. What does surprise her a little is how new everything is.
The fabric on display has her feel a bit more at ease, even if it has her miss her father all over again. The order has her obey, after setting her stack of wood down on the fire and building it up, and her pack down beside the table. She pulls out a well-used tool (among others) that Haleth might recognize as having belonged to Caranthir, and what will be a new bow-string once it's done, and sets to work.
"I was born here, Father would spend the winters with us when his people didn't need his constant presence." That much she feels she can tell. Then she verbally sketches out how she'd learned to work with her hands. How to run, the races Caranthir would challenge her to, and hunt. How to cook and keep a household.
How he called her his jewel, with a soft smile of memory on her lips.
She talks about how she eventually went and fought beside her father, leaving off the fact it was after her mother's death (but implying it), until they both knew she had to leave. How he'd given her suggestions of where to go. How she'd not claimed any parent once she'd left the Haladin and people believed her Avari and left it at that.
She speaks very briefly over learning various useful skills from elf lords like Cirdan, how she had eventually kept herself apart but would step in to kill orcs or other foul creatures. Then the faint smile is back as she mentions meeting other half-elves.
"I promised Father to take care of myself and to live well. I hadn't expected to be reminded just how to do so by someone so different as Elladan and Elrohir."
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Canien doesn't hesitate in following, her confidence giving further proof that she knows this village and where at least Haleth lives within the borders. What does surprise her a little is how new everything is.
The fabric on display has her feel a bit more at ease, even if it has her miss her father all over again. The order has her obey, after setting her stack of wood down on the fire and building it up, and her pack down beside the table. She pulls out a well-used tool (among others) that Haleth might recognize as having belonged to Caranthir, and what will be a new bow-string once it's done, and sets to work.
"I was born here, Father would spend the winters with us when his people didn't need his constant presence." That much she feels she can tell. Then she verbally sketches out how she'd learned to work with her hands. How to run, the races Caranthir would challenge her to, and hunt. How to cook and keep a household.
How he called her his jewel, with a soft smile of memory on her lips.
She talks about how she eventually went and fought beside her father, leaving off the fact it was after her mother's death (but implying it), until they both knew she had to leave. How he'd given her suggestions of where to go. How she'd not claimed any parent once she'd left the Haladin and people believed her Avari and left it at that.
She speaks very briefly over learning various useful skills from elf lords like Cirdan, how she had eventually kept herself apart but would step in to kill orcs or other foul creatures. Then the faint smile is back as she mentions meeting other half-elves.
"I promised Father to take care of myself and to live well. I hadn't expected to be reminded just how to do so by someone so different as Elladan and Elrohir."