Post by Nathaniel Howe on Jun 6, 2017 22:06:08 GMT -5
"Agreeing two more trades out in the arling,” Delilah offered in response. "I am fortunate to have friends who help me with the children when he is away."
Friends. The thought was enough to tighten the line of Nathaniel’s jaw for a pause. A nanny would be far better and more appropriate for children of Amelia and James’ status.
Delilah turned away from the doorway and regarded Nathaniel rather than her children. "He will be sorry to have missed you. I know he is keen to know you better."
Albert had never done anything untoward to Nathaniel. More importantly, he had been the one to save Delilah when most others in Amaranthine would have not lifted a finger in her aid. Nathaniel would be forever grateful to Albert for that. Without Albert, Delilah might not have survived the Blight. But… for all Albert’s good qualities, Nathaniel still felt Delilah deserved better.
Unfortunately, Delilah did not see things in such a light.
“Perhaps I will see him next time.” And if Nathaniel did, much like other times in the past, he would orchestrate some reason to leave.
Earlier sourness settling, he reached for more bread and swallowed down a bite before saying, “Fiona interviewed a great many nannies when we sought one for Eunice. I am sure I could find the names of the women for you. Some permanent help if you will. You could focus on your various tasks without also needing to keep an eye on the children.” What would she do if she had a meeting as Bann? Have the children playing nearby in the other room while she tended to business? A frown pulled at his lips for a flash, disappearing as quickly as born as he chewed down on more bread.
Post by Delilah Howe Price on Jun 8, 2017 14:51:51 GMT -5
“Perhaps I will see him next time.”
Oh, she wished that might be true. Yet while Nathaniel had never said as much, Delilah suspected that Albert was yet one more choice in her life which befuddled her brother. He held no grudge against her husband, that much she was certain, but why could Nathaniel not see the wonderful and caring man she had married? There was more to Albert than his lack of title. Such things did not guarantee the characters of the men who did, or did not, hold them. Did Nathaniel truly need that point be made to him?
Summoning a smile, Delilah returned to the table and sat down once more. "I hope so," she murmured, truthful in her intent.
Reaching for another piece of bread, Nathaniel took another bite. Good. She would not see him go hungry simply because of an oft-repeated disagreement between them. “Fiona interviewed a great many nannies when we sought one for Eunice." No, he wouldn't... "I am sure I could find the names of the women for you. Some permanent help if you will." Her sharp intake of breath was muffled as best as the circumstances allowed. He had dealt her a cruel blow and Delilah doubted that he even realised. "You could focus on your various tasks without also needing to keep an eye on the children.”
A long exhale greeted the words, granting her precious moments to regain her composure. "Raising my children is one of my various tasks," she replied, matter of fact. "As Arlessa, Fiona had a great many more demands upon her time than I do. As does Constance." There was a point there if Nathaniel chose to acknowledge it. But that was actually not the purpose anymore. First the shop, now this.
Raising her eyes to her brother, Delilah turned her hands palm upwards in her lap. "Nathaniel, if I am disappointing or shaming you in my duties as Bann, perhaps it is prudent if you look to assign the title elsewhere." She did not know what else to say. He wished her to give up the things which she had expressly told him would impact on her ability to serve the city. Yet it was those things, the genuine connections she had with the people here, which made her an excellent candidate to be Bann. No, she was not a conventional Bann, but neither was she ineffective.
"I would regret that very much, though." She would be clear on that point. "Amaranthine is my home. I want it and its people to succeed." She lifted a brow, summoning a wan smile. "Even holding impromptu meetings in the front of my shop and having my children run about the legs of nobility won't change that."
Post by Nathaniel Howe on Jun 19, 2017 18:36:14 GMT -5
Delilah let out a long exhale that Nathaniel well recognized. He tried her patience as always when this particular subject came up. "Raising my children is one of my various tasks,” she replied plainly. "As Arlessa, Fiona had a great many more demands upon her time than I do. As does Constance.”
Constance did have more to do as Queen than a Bann. Nathaniel would not disagree with Delilah on that point. But Fiona? Her tasks as Arlessa were somewhat limited to overseeing certain areas of the household. Nathaniel had been careful not to involve her in the business of the arling. The arling would never go to her upon his death. She was arlessa in title only. There was on comparison to be made there.
Delilah regarded Nathaniel evenly. "Nathaniel, if I am disappointing or shaming you in my duties as Bann, perhaps it is prudent if you look to assign the title elsewhere.”
Nathaniel frowned sharply at his sister. While he definitely felt disappointment at his sister’s choice to ignore her noble blood, he was hardly ashamed of her. If he had been ashamed of her, he would have never lifted her to bann.
"I would regret that very much, though. Amaranthine is my home. I want it and its people to succeed.” Her brow lifted and she managed a faint smile. "Even holding impromptu meetings in the front of my shop and having my children run about the legs of nobility won't change that.”
“I would not have appointed you to Bann if I did not think you could do the job, Delilah,” Nathaniel offered flatly.
If she thought to convince Nathaniel with her argument, Delilah would experience some of the same disappointment she elicited in her brother. Nathaniel would no sooner change his opinion on the subject than she would hers.
Some day, perhaps sooner than later, his duties as a Grey Warden would cause him to lose his life. He wanted to see his family provided for, taken care of before that time came. He could not undo the damage done by his father, but he could ensure that new generations of Howes no longer needed to pay the price he had for his father's sins.
His fingertips rubbed against his brow as he gaze panned down to the table and the food lain upon it. “There will come a time when I am no longer around. I wish you would let me do more while I can.”
Post by Delilah Howe Price on Jun 24, 2017 12:47:32 GMT -5
Matter of factness was a trait common to both siblings. "I would not have appointed you to Bann if I did not think you could do the job, Delilah," Nathaniel remarked, unimpressed to say the least. Yet she had not challenged his decision to try and garner compliments, merely remind him that he did have a confidence in her. Why could that confidence not extend to trusting her? Oh, he trusted her in some ways, more than he likely did many others, but not in all ways. That had been evident for some time now.
Massaging his forehead, Nathaniel lowered his gaze to the food spread in front of him. A table of food which was paid entirely by her husband. Why could Nathaniel not see how diligently Albert cared for her and their children? He was a good, honest and loving man. What more could she want from a husband?
“There will come a time when I am no longer around. I wish you would let me do more while I can.”
"Oh, Nathaniel." From anyone else's mouth, the words might have been softly spoken with a wistful edge. Yet when Delilah spoke, it was with an intermingling of fondness and impatience. "If you wish to do more, have the courtesy to ask what I might wish from you, rather than presume what I would want."
She leaned across the table and stole a corner of cheese from the block which sat by his elbow. "You know we would rather than your time than anything else you may offer," she reminded him, somewhat primly. This was yet another oft-discussed matter. "I want my children to know you. Just as I want them to know me and to know Albert." Had she not only fully got to know their mother upon her deathbed, perhaps Delilah would not feel so strongly about a nanny. But palming her children off onto someone, a stranger no less, was not how she wanted to raise them.
Nibbling on the piece of cheese, Delilah shot her brother a pointed look. "If you wish to do more, come and visit us more often." She understood that his duties prevented him from doing so. Yet if Nathaniel was to harass her over what she deemed as overly demanding, Delilah took it as permission to harass him in the same way. "That way when you are no longer around, at least they will remember you from more than just the stories I told or the pages in their history books."
Post by Nathaniel Howe on Jun 26, 2017 18:06:47 GMT -5
"Oh, Nathaniel.” Delilah was not one to humor her brother’s whims, not when she grew impatient with him. "If you wish to do more, have the courtesy to ask what I might wish from you, rather than presume what I would want."
The issue lay in what Delilah wanted and what Nathaniel thought she truly needed. He was her older brother. Trying to anticipate her needs and seeing to them in advance was his duty.
Delilah plucked a bit of cheese from a wedge near Nathaniel. "You know we would rather than your time than anything else you may offer. I want my children to know you. Just as I want them to know me and to know Albert.” As she bit down upon her cheese, Delilah looked rather directly at Nathaniel, "If you wish to do more, come and visit us more often.”
No, the children did not need to know Nathaniel, not the whole of him at least. He loved them which was why he kept his visits short and would not have his darkness impinge upon their lives. Most things he touched eventually turned to ash. All the children had the opportunity to be better Howes than all those that came before them, including Nathaniel. He would see to that until his dying day.
"That way when you are no longer around, at least they will remember you from more than just the stories I told or the pages in their history books."
A rueful smirk bit at his expression and his eyes flicked upward to regard his sister as he reached for the wedge of cheese she just sampled. “You and I both know mine is not the Howe name they will read about in their history books.” Nathaniel wanted no such fame for himself. He never had. Those were his father’s ambitions for him. Not his own. He was content to remain in the shadows and do what he could to repair the damage caused by his father and grandfather before him.
“As to visiting more,” he shrugged weakly. “My duties keep me away.” An excuse but not a lie. “I may be traveling more with—“ His jaw tightened and he forced down a swallow of the cheese. “Being in Ferelden is difficult for me right now.” Cauthrien. Fergus. Nathaniel needed to be away to try to regroup and heal.
Post by Delilah Howe Price on Jun 28, 2017 10:46:38 GMT -5
Her pointed rebuke fell upon deaf ears. Selecting the cheese from the table, Nathaniel lifted his eyes to hers, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “You and I both know mine is not the Howe name they will read about in their history books.”
"I said nothing of names, Nathaniel," Delilah retorted, the sharpness in her voice akin to a keening blade. "You will hold your own place within those pages, and it will bear no connection to a traitor." On this, she would not relent. The complexity of feeling which Nathaniel harboured towards their father was not one which Delilah shared nor was of a mind to tolerate. Neither of her children would be permitted to view Rendon Howe as anything save a cruel and callous man. "If they should wish to know further names from my side of the family, they may look to the Brylands."
Seeking to soothe her temper, Delilah took a deep breath and forced herself to butter a slice of bread and eat at least half before speaking again. She would not argue with Nathaniel over their father. There was nothing to argue. In death, as in life, Rendon deserved nothing from them. Not respect, not loyalty, not rememberance.
Perhaps Nathaniel sensed the darkening of her mood. He moved onto the matter of visiting; another raw subject, true, but it was one over which Delilah held more patience. "As to visiting more,” he offered a slight shrug. "My duties keep me away. I may be traveling more with—“ Tension flooded his body and he could barely stand to swallow his bite. "Being in Ferelden is difficult for me right now.”
"Neither did I demand a schedule of visits," she pointed out, the lingering sharpness of her tone tempered by a ghost of a smile. She did appreciate that much of Nathaniels' time was not truly his own. From what little he had admitted during this visit, she knew that he would turn even more to his duties as a means of distraction.
Her smile brightened with mischief as she turned from those painful matters. "But you are Arl, Nathaniel. Hadn't you keep a close eye upon that maverick Bann in your city?" She regarded him with wide-eyed innocence. "I hear she has rather strange ideas about running her husband's business and raising her children by herself. I'd watch that one if I were you." He may laugh, he may not. But at least it showed that Delilah wished to laugh. Never had she denied that she was not above blatant blackmail in order to see more of her brother.
Post by Nathaniel Howe on Jul 5, 2017 17:48:51 GMT -5
"Neither did I demand a schedule of visits,” Delilah was sure to point out with a smile that countered the touch of a bite in her tone.
Scheduled visits might well do Nathaniel good. He could admit though he would never share such an admission with his sister. More and more he needed those tethers that reminded him why his duty was so important. His need for connection was as strong now as when he was nothing more than a disappointment to his father.
The curve of her smile steepened playfully, "But you are Arl, Nathaniel. Hadn't you keep a close eye upon that maverick Bann in your city?” False innocence widened her eyes. "I hear she has rather strange ideas about running her husband's business and raising her children by herself. I'd watch that one if I were you.”
With a wry tug of the lips, he snorted at Delilah’s dramatics. “Some lofty ideas, indeed,” he dryly agreed. The subject was spent, at least for the afternoon. Silence far from implied acceptance, however. Another time he would raise the subject again.
He pushed his plate forward, done eating. “I should go,” he reluctantly admitted. “As you were so kind to remind me, I am Arl and there are matters I should tend to before I leave Ferelden for a time.” A rueful edge harshened the line of his mouth. “If you wish to speak of crew taskmasters, we could speak of Varel. He likes to remind me,” he let out a puff of air, “how much older and wiser he is than me.”
Varel accepted and respected Nathaniel as Arl but their relationship was professional at best. The seneschal never quite got over Rendon’s offenses. Someone else might have dismissed Varel because of that. Nathaniel had not; he welcomed the dissent. How better to prove himself a different type of Howe.
Post by Delilah Howe Price on Jul 8, 2017 16:22:50 GMT -5
It was not a laugh but Delilah at least succeeded in wringing a begrudging snort from her brother. That was victory enough. "Some lofty ideas, indeed,” he concurred. The agreement to cease their discussion was only temporary, although it would do for the moment. So long as they did not part on difficult terms.
Perhaps sensing her thoughts, Nathaniel pushed away his plate. "I should go,” he acknowledged, but it warmed her heart to hear how there was reluctance in his tone. "As you were so kind to remind me, I am Arl and there are matters I should tend to before I leave Ferelden for a time.” His mouth thinned slightly. "If you wish to speak of crew taskmasters, we could speak of Varel. He likes to remind me,” he exhaled heavily, “how much older and wiser he is than me.”
A bright peal of laughter sounded from Delilah. "Just as you do to me?" Unable to resist the temptation, she rose to her feet and moved until she was standing behind where Nathaniel sat, leaning down to wrap her arms around him in a loose yet affectionate embrace. He was not as demonstrative as her, but he tolerated her affections nonetheless.
She drew back and busied herself with clearing the table instead, not wishing to push his patience beyond its limits. "You're an excellent Arl, Nathaniel. Do not allow anyone to suggest otherwise."
Raising her head, Delilah called through to the children in a summons to come and bid farewell to their Uncle. Whatever else Nathaniel could accuse her of doing, she was ever at pains not to demand more time than he willingly gave. That would be the swiftest way to ensure that he did not visit again. "Mind those new boots," she remarked by way of her own farewell.
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