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Honrin

POSTED: Thu Aug 29, 2019 4:14 am

[[Fishing Corank use. :3]]

Darkness was growing ever inward. More reserved. Less available. He could see it, feel it, in his every day, from how little he stretched the bow or held the sword to the long hours holed up in the Denhouse. Some of his daughters had made their choice to move to the Outpost, to see the world and learn new things, but to keep the tether of family intact. They knew that they could come visit whenever they so chose, but he missed them dearly.

So was the way of growing up, he supposed.

The absence of them, felt like a further space between himself and the last few threads he kept of Hartt. He was not so selfish as to want more than he had. His sons were a force in his life, his grandchildren just as important as them. Dusk was still present here, as well, but the two heads of the Hushhowl clan had felt the impact of loss deeply. Where as some of his children could defeat the darkness that crept in, he and Dusk fended it off weakly. Looking into the broken basket in his hand, he wondered if he was even attempting to fend it off anymore at all.

A lifeless gaze moved on the path, watching where his feet next stepped but not so much watching the path itself. The shadow of the trees hung low off the canopy as the overcast gray stretched forever through the sky. In one coal paw he carried a sack of his catch from the sea. He didn't have the energy in him to train, but he could do with busying his hands at home. The baskets were full, but most of the fish had been lean. There were a good stock of larger ones in all but one basket. Rough waves must have broken the weave in it. It was something he could do in the solace of the Denhouse's campfire, at least.

If he could muster the courage to lift a hand to weave it.


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POSTED: Thu Aug 29, 2019 2:50 pm

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Being used as his mother's messenger boy was not all together a terrible thing, it got him out and about more than he might have done himself. Let him take in the scents of wilderness as he traversed the forest path between their two homes.

The consideration of a lovely sunny day was chased away by the large bank of clouds that rolled over and took up the entire sky. Honrin hefted the bag higher up onto his shoulder and meandered slowly down the trail, mentally picking out bushes and trees that were ripened and game for picking. He could send the youths out to make use of themselves.

Arriving just as Darkness did from another direction, holding a basket and carrying his own sack full of mystery things,

Darkness! Mahn sent me with a few things for you and the kids. The jovial man called, stepping up besides the tired patriarch. It had not gone unnoticed that the pale man was struggling, truly one would have to be blind to miss it, Honrin would do what he could to ease his friend's heart.

The smell of fish emanated from Darkness' bag, ending the consideration of what it might be.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 29, 2019 7:41 pm

Honrin's call brought Darkness eye up from the trail, the Wolfe-Denahlii's mirthful notes note quite infecting Darkness's bedraggled features yet. At the sight and proclamation of the gifts that Jace's son had brought, Darkness felt his ears flatten on their own. Silvery tips hid within the mess of his hair as he inhaled deeply. Hopefully, the gift wasn't by way of Darkness' own ineptitude, but he couldn't help but find little to argue that logic. Save for the fact, of course, that Jace seemed to have a particularly good timing when it came to ensuring that Darkness was cared for, even when he cared little for himself.

“Hoenrien,” His ragged tune held particularly rough beneath the pressure of the weight that he stacked and stacked on his own shoulders,” Dhank yeu,” Quietly, he expressed his gratitude for the gift, but his hands were full. He couldn't accept it properly like this,” Coem teu dhie Dienhoeus vieth me,” The somber tunes began to drink up the fact that Honrin was the best company he could ask for at the moment.

The two men reached the Denhouse's clearing where the campfire burned and crackled brightly. Beside the logs that rested there for sitting, Darkness set the broken fishing basket on the ground and let the sling of fish slip over his shoulder. It met the ground with a thud and a squelch, wriggling a bit as a few of the fish still flopped around within it. A hand placed on the top of it to steady it so it wouldn't tip over, until he was sure it was safe there. Standing to his full height, he returned to Honrin,” Vhaet haes Jaec giefted us?” While conversation was still a little awkward with the Hushhowl patriarch here and there, he had learned a lot from Casa and certainly found himself comfortable enough with Jace's family to be able to speak more freely.


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POSTED: Thu Aug 29, 2019 8:29 pm

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His mother was a shrewd woman, but Honrin understood her far more than he was given credit for. To those that did not know her, Jace was an incredibly blunt woman without much tact. Honrin saw the underneath though, saw the turning gears that extended those hands of friendship outwards.

She had adopted the Hushhowl's as her own after the matriarch's death and yet, took care of them in such a way that Darkness would not feel a failure.

Some of the things she had suggested he take, he would have never thought of himself.

He didn't like the way Darkness' ears tipped backwards, the way his shoulders sagged, as thought burdened with a great pressure. Honrin understood, Kenna had haunted him a long time and the pale male was ashamed to remember he had not conducted himself so well as Darkness was and continued to do. He'd even had his children to care for, and Honrin had neglected all of them in his own pain.

Even had Darkness not invited him to visit, Honrin would have done so himself.

Of course, of course. He gestured Darkness lead the way and side by side the two men walked the last short distance to the Hushhowl camp.

Well lets see here... And Honrin began to pull all kinds of stuff out of the bag.

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Within the bag were gifts for his children, papers and paints, charcoal pencils, a couple brushes, strings and beads. Items of creation and free-hearted minds. A few bags of tea followed the crafting items. Darkness did not have enough hands to carry everything. In all of this, however, there wasn't anything here that brought the man to find sorrow in his hearts. All simple things these, made to bring joy, not mend broken hearts. Happiness was something absent in him, despite his love for his family and his pride in them, but this gift lightened the weight on his heart.

“Dhank yeu, Hoenrien. Yeu muest tiell Jaec fuer me,” For the time being, Darkness moved inside to drop off the crafting things in a place where the boys would find it, then placed the tea in another spot for use later. A few more steps brought him back out of the Denhouse, into the light and Honrin's presence.

“It haes bien a loeng year,” He breathed with a hush, even through the rough nature of his own voice, as he moved by the fire and took a seat there. Honrin knew he was welcome to sit as well, if he wanted to visit, and Darkness felt at this stage in their lives, there was no longer need for invite. Honrin and his family were welcome to make the Denhouse theirs, as much as the Hushhowl's and Knight's.

Perhaps a bit more than the Knight's, if Remus had anything do to with it. That wrinkle still hadn't quite smoothed out, despite the peace between them.

“Hoew haes Jaec bien?” Knowing the woman was committed to her own strength, he knew that she might not admit the reality of herself to anyone, but of all her children, Honrin always seemed to be able to read her well. Far better than Darkness was, at least. In her age and her old wounds that never quite healed, he worried for her quietly, but in everything Jace was, weak was not a part of her. The aged man admired that of her, among the gratitude he'd shared for her for moments that they wouldn't speak of since.

It shook them all that night.

It still shook him today.


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POSTED: Thu Sep 12, 2019 12:15 pm

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Honrin was caught, truthfully, between reporting on Darkness' condition for his mother and genuinely making sure the man didn't feel like they were all coddling him. Jace couldn't go so far as she used to, and each day that passed them by burdened his heart more, knowing that one day would become the day.

Distraught, he hardened himself from those thoughts, turning away from their pained stinging.

Yes, of course. She'll skin me alive if I don't let her know her gifts were received. He allowed smile to flourish. If he were another, more suspicious mind, he might wonder of his mother's relationship to this man. As it was, Honrin saw what was really there, and the friendship that superseded what many might consider acceptable.

Honrin sat down with the Hushhowl patriarch, setting his head within his hands momentarily,

It has.. He trailed off, recovery was a hard road to traverse, and yet there were signs that Darkness was not committing himself to such. In such hindsight, Honrin could understand, when Kenna had disappeared, he'd wanted to just lay down and die. Only the hope that she might still be alive had kept him going. Darkness had no such thread of hope to keep him tethered, only those two boys that Hartt had given her life to birth.

Deep down, he pulled away from such things, knowing that soon Guinevere would want something to show of their union and cringing at the idea of losing her to such trauma too. Not even those new lives would be able to save him this time, he knew that for certainty.

Again, there was sign that Darkness was stronger than he knew, Honrin could not imagine surviving again.

She's... aging. Although she'll shove her staff up the behind of anyone who dares to tell her so. He tried to smile, but it came out a grimace.

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