May 31, 2017
Doran was enjoying an evening to himself... not that he minded companions, but now and then it was nice to walk the world by oneself to see what wonders--or mischief--could be found. So an afternoon roaming the streets of Old Market wound down at Teas'n Tomes, where he could enjoy a cup of something warm and a snack, along with a good book or two.
Of course, he expected something exciting would turn up. It often did.
Stepping away from the counter with a mug in one hand and a croissant-bearing plate in the other, he glanced around to locate a suitable table... and then stopped when he spied the figure settled--or perhaps unsettled--in the beanbag. It was fortunate that he tended to dampen his empathic perceptions in public--and that Renna was never an easy "read" anyway--because the pain in her face was clear as day.
It was the most darkest day of Renna's life. The beanbag really didn't reflect her mood. It showed all kinds of smiley faces from the
. She never saw him coming. She was so absorbed in her own world that she turned the next page and continued on.
"Good evening, Renna." Doran's voice was soft, as non-intrusive as possible, since he didn't want to startle her.
At that, he failed utterly.
"****INGCHRIST!" Her hands scrambled the book closed as she wiggled in the beanbag to the point her rear sounded like it rubbbed against a thousand rice-grains trapped against their own kin. "D-Doran? I was expecting someone else---female!" She glared.
"Sorry, sorry... I'm sorry, Renna. I didn't mean to disturb you."
She sucked in a breath. "No. It's fine." She smiled. "Anything for you."
Sitting in an armchair nearby, Doran set the tea and pastry down on the table beside him. "Waiting for a friend?"
Renna opened her mouth to speak, then looked down to her lap. To her book. "I have no friends, Doran."
"Well, now, that's not true. Don't be silly. I'm your friend."
Her gaze blinked away. "Even though I kidnapped you," she mused. She kept bringing that up. Inside joke? "Doran." She looked to the kid. "It's funny."
"My sister, actually... and yes, you did. You scared her... but you didn't hurt her. Pa said after it was all over that if you hadn't done that, Cain might've had someone else take her, someone who wouldn't have been as... generous." The lad took a sip from the tea. "What's funny?"
"You thought I targeted your sister?" she mused.
"At the time, I didn't know what to think, all I knew was that Azure was missing, taken into the sewers. And, to be fair, you were a trifle more villainous then, compared to now."
Tears fell from Renna's eyes. "I wish I could say I am sorry. But I am not. Do I regret saving your sister? No. Because I kidnapped you." She whispered. "The plan was to gain your trust."
"Oh?" With his now-arched eyebrow and stoic expression, Doran never resembled his father more.
"You're my friend, right?" asked Renna.
"Yes." There was a brief pause, and then he nodded. "I'd say that I am."
"I was going to give you to the Bhaalites."
"The plan was to give me over to Ol' Bocce Bhaal?" His expression grew bemused, though whether at the nickname or the idea, that was unclear.
The youth was thoughtful for a long moment, and then he spoke, deadpan. "Well, that would have put a damper on our friendship." His eyes turned back to Renna. "So why didn't you try?"
"I decided to give someone else."
[size=9]((adapted from live play with Renna))[/size]