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Post by Kiki on May 10, 2008 12:52:34 GMT -5
((Vynniebutt, if you wanna use Ophelia's awesomesauce power on Isolde in your post then that is perfectly fine with me <3)) Isolde was determined; she was going to find out everything she needed to and right now. She had thought about approaching Cecilia but she didn't know if she would even know the answer. Next best thing would be Grandpa Ophelia. She wasn't even sure Grandpa would know but she had to try. Ever since she was little she wondered who her father was but dared not ask for fear she would be disappointed. She was a young woman now though so she knew it was a now or never situation. She crept quietly to Ophelia's lab to see if she were busy. She tried to walk as quietly as she could so as not to disturb Grandpa Ophelia but she hit a squeaky board on the way in and made it quite clear that she was there. " I-I'm sorry if I have disturbed you Grandpa... I just... I just wanted to ask you a question" she said quickly. She hoped Grandpa Ophelia wouldn't be upset with her. |
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Post by Vyn on May 10, 2008 20:05:33 GMT -5
The sound of the floorboard squeaking underfoot caused Ophelia to flinch briefly, a look of pure frustration abruptly crossing her features. Vilya trilled unhappily around her neck, lifting its head to glare at the younger crossbreed. Ophelia didn't look, she merely strummed her pen against the pad she was taking notes on and heaved a disgruntled sigh. Did no one read anymore? The sign on the door to her lab had clearly said 'do not disturb'. At least she wasn't doing anything particularly dangerous this time. Isolde's voice finally reached her ears and, with a small sigh, Ophelia set down her pen and turned around to face the girl. "You didn't disturb me too badly, but you should have knocked first: I don't want you walking in on a dangerous experiment and getting hurt." The doe ran her fingers over Vilya's head, listening to the Tove croon. "Nevertheless, go on, Isolde, what was it you wanted to ask?" |
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Post by Kiki on May 10, 2008 20:27:12 GMT -5
Isolde realized her mistake and hung her head. "Yes Grandpa, I am sorry and will do so next time. I just came down to inquire about...." she paused for a moment gathering her confidence.
"about my father. I know he is not a common topic and I've never wondered before however I'm getting older and I've begun to wonder where I came from. Sure I look a bit like Cecilia but I really don't represent the Torquehelm realm or anything... I-well. That's all really, if you knew about him I wanted to go out and speak with him, see him and ask why he wasn't around" she sighed now, unbelieving that she even brought all this up to her grandfather.
It took a lot to convince herself to do it after all. She paused and waited for Ophelia to answer... she hoped it would not be in the negative. She wanted so badly to fill this void left by all the unanswered questions and find out first and foremost if he was a deadbeat or if there were other circumstances to her birth.
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Post by Vyn on May 11, 2008 0:39:54 GMT -5
As Isolde spoke, Ophelia's expression first tightened and then relaxed into an unreadable mask. This was...an awkward subject. How on earth did she explain to this girl, a young woman now even, that her mother was a whore and that there was a great likelihood that her mother never even knew the man she slept with.
The doe sighed heavily. "I'm afraid I never knew your father or, if I did, I was not aware of that relation to you." Her gaze scanned over Isolde, studying her breed and regional features. There were small features here and there that resembled Cecilia, but a great deal more was alien to her -- her dominant region, especially, but also her paws and tail. It could have been remnants of her grandparent's features but Ophelia doubted this. "I'll be entirely honest with you, Isolde. Your mother is a whore. She has never, that I have known, laid with a consistent bedmate. The most I can say is that she has a fondness for Lakelanders, as you can see from your own marking."
This, of course, was merely stating the obvious and did nothing to narrow the search for the poor child's father. "You could search in Selkie Lakes for someone who was acquaintances with your mother and who has mustildae features. Raccoon, from what I can tell." She tapped her chin in thought and then shrugged gently. There was really very little other advice she could give. "If your luck fails there, try Capital City. Cecilia isn't one to travel, so she's likely to have found him there."
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Post by Kiki on May 11, 2008 8:57:26 GMT -5
((That wasn't too terrible, she's going to run off now to the next region but if you want to post a response/reaction thread to wrap it up then that works, give ya more points <3))
Isolde was worried, she had a sinking feeling that her journey would end here but then Ophelia spoke and she felt much better.
"I had a feeling this would happen but if you feel my time would be best spent searching for a Lakelander then I shall do that. As you suggested I will search first in the Selkie Lakes and work my way around. Hopefully when I return, I will be victorious and my life won't be filled with such wonder as it is. Thank you so much for being understanding of me Grandpa. You have no idea how much this family means to me and I would never want to do anything to hurt anyone's feelings. I promise to send word back so you all know I am alright but other than that, I think it would be best if I packed and left today. If you would excuse me, I think that I need to explain this all to Tavor before I leave, I do not want him to worry when I'm suddenly not here." She hugged her Grandfather and walked confidently toward the stairs.
She just hoped he wouldn't give her a long-winded speech about how dangerous it would be to go alone.
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Post by Vyn on May 11, 2008 11:19:16 GMT -5
Ophelia listened quietly, fingers playing over Vilya's head all the while. The girl was that determined, hm?
Would she not be concerned with the fact that her father was nothing more than a prostitute's one-night client? Apparently not. Well, children from 'broken homes' always tended to be like that. Looking for those missing pieces when, typically, they were better off without them.
"Good luck then, girl. You won't do me any harm in looking for yourself, just be careful. It's dangerous out there if you don't know how to keep a sharp eye open." At the mention of keeping in contact, the doe nodded slightly. "I'd suggest keeping up on that. Else wise Maxwell will worry himself into a grave and neither of us would like that much."
Ophelia chuckled a little, shaking her head before returning to her notes at last. The girl would do what she wanted and Ophelia felt no need to interrupt. It'd be a good life's experience, she felt, for Isolde to get out in the world and meet more people.
(You can go ahead and close it here.)
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