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Orofaniel · 01-01-2005, 10:01 AM

Evrahol was caught slightly of guard as he saw his mother. She was, surprisingly, still in the temple. She wanted him to walk with her back to the estate. Evrathol had no excuse to do otherwise so he would have to accept. It was a cruel thought; Evrathol had always enjoyed the company of his mother Arlomë. But lately, it was as if things had changed. After Evrathol's meeting with the Priest, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to concentrate and stay focused. Their conversation, where Evrathol had done most of the talking however, had made a great effect on him than he had thought in the first place. Even though Evrathol had been busy talking, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t able to watch and observe Tarkan; indeed, Evrathol had been observing the Priest closely and the Priest had been, after Evrathol’s calculations, fairly interested - Evrathol could tell by the Priest's eyes that had lit up all of a sudden when he mentioned the conversation between Arlomë and Zamara regarding the Emissary. When Evrathol took the conversation between the two women under more consideration, however, it didn't seem like anything at all. The subject on everyone’s lips these days was the Emissary and only him. But why then had they stopped as he entered the country yard and not mentioned anything of their previous subject as long as he was accompanying them? Yet again Evrathol thought about previous events, which were the main reason of concern. He had mentioned little of them to the Priest though, but for now it had been enough. Evrathol’s worries of Zamara the High Priestess, great impact on Arlomë remained secret – almost at least.

"Let us walk" his mother begged softly.

Evrathol forced a smile.

"I'm very sorry if I interrupted anything between you and..." Evrathol began once again.

"No, no, by all means," she interrupted. “That is not what I wanted to talk to you about,” she muttered.

The thick heavy doors leading out from the temple was no just in front of them. Evrathhol walked one further step and opened it. Arlomë passed him graciously, but on her way out, she stopped and looked around. Her head turned to all directions; her eyes could barely follow as she was moving quicker than usual. She then turned completely; her back against the door, her eyes turning to the alter. It was as if she was looking for something. "Mother...?" Evrathol whispered. "Oh," she muttered, without looking at him.

The world outside the Temple had moved on; it was no longer morning, and Evrathol realized for the second time that day that he had spent too much time in the temple; his duties demanded attention. He hoped he would be able to hasten his pace, with his mother following, but it looked like as if it was his mother who was in the lead; their pace was slowly and calm.

"As I said, I wanted a word with you...."

01-01-2005, 10:01 AM	#117
Orofaniel Mighty Mouse of Mordor Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: Lands of the North, where no man can reach.... Posts: 823	Evrathol Evrahol was caught slightly of guard as he saw his mother. She was, surprisingly, still in the temple. She wanted him to walk with her back to the estate. Evrathol had no excuse to do otherwise so he would have to accept. It was a cruel thought; Evrathol had always enjoyed the company of his mother Arlomë. But lately, it was as if things had changed. After Evrathol's meeting with the Priest, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to concentrate and stay focused. Their conversation, where Evrathol had done most of the talking however, had made a great effect on him than he had thought in the first place. Even though Evrathol had been busy talking, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t able to watch and observe Tarkan; indeed, Evrathol had been observing the Priest closely and the Priest had been, after Evrathol’s calculations, fairly interested - Evrathol could tell by the Priest's eyes that had lit up all of a sudden when he mentioned the conversation between Arlomë and Zamara regarding the Emissary. When Evrathol took the conversation between the two women under more consideration, however, it didn't seem like anything at all. The subject on everyone’s lips these days was the Emissary and only him. But why then had they stopped as he entered the country yard and not mentioned anything of their previous subject as long as he was accompanying them? Yet again Evrathol thought about previous events, which were the main reason of concern. He had mentioned little of them to the Priest though, but for now it had been enough. Evrathol’s worries of Zamara the High Priestess, great impact on Arlomë remained secret – almost at least. "Let us walk" his mother begged softly. Evrathol forced a smile. "I'm very sorry if I interrupted anything between you and..." Evrathol began once again. "No, no, by all means," she interrupted. “That is not what I wanted to talk to you about,” she muttered. The thick heavy doors leading out from the temple was no just in front of them. Evrathhol walked one further step and opened it. Arlomë passed him graciously, but on her way out, she stopped and looked around. Her head turned to all directions; her eyes could barely follow as she was moving quicker than usual. She then turned completely; her back against the door, her eyes turning to the alter. It was as if she was looking for something. "Mother...?" Evrathol whispered. "Oh," she muttered, without looking at him. The world outside the Temple had moved on; it was no longer morning, and Evrathol realized for the second time that day that he had spent too much time in the temple; his duties demanded attention. He hoped he would be able to hasten his pace, with his mother following, but it looked like as if it was his mother who was in the lead; their pace was slowly and calm. "As I said, I wanted a word with you...."