Now I'm gonna reap what I sow

[dreadinquisitor]

WHO: Maxwell Trevean and Gavin Ashara; Gavin Ashara and Pel Ashara
WHAT: Maxwell and Gavin crush awkwardly, Gavin's ex-fiance wanders in. Dun dun duuuun.
WHEN: Forward dated slightly to just before the Mire signups.
WHERE: Battlements
NOTES: All the sadz. Maybe some language? Will updated if needed.

Walking the battlements, Maxwell was on patrol. Watching the dark night sky and the cold, moonlit horizon for rippling wings or marching shadows. In reality the only he'd seen were shining stars and the occasional animal - foxes and rabbits, kiting across the ground.

Humming to himself, a old Marcher battle hymn, he leaned against the stone and chased a familiar constellation with his eyes.

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[arlathvhen]

She wonders what it would be like, if she lived in a world where either of these answers were a surprise. It would be a great deal more pleasant, she supposes. As it stands, she can't bring herself to feel shocked that Merrick would accuse Gavin of being a poor excuse for an elf, nor that Gavin had done this by upsetting Pel. She's a little surprised that something happened that would upset Pel enough that even Gavin would pick up on it--What did he even do?

Whatever it was, she doubted that discussing it in depth would calm matters down. She tried to think of what her mother would do in these cases--This thing was what Pel was better at.

Of course, Pel was better at everything.

She slips her hand to brush against Merrick's hand, letting him know that she was there, that she wasn't trying to side against him. Then she turns to Gavin. "Do you know why what you did upset her? Do you know what you can do in the future to avoid it happening again?" Her tone is calm, controlled. Think to the future--that's what her mother would do. That will keep them from focusing on the past.