by Tolleson » Wed Sep 21, 2011 1:05 pm
The story, from the beginning, from where ever this story began. Not when he had met the sailors on the road, not when he'd left Genny to her job as a pie-maker, nor when he'd begun his work at sea, an honest man's job for the brief time it lasted. No, it was after that, after even the time he'd begun work as thief himself. He had been good, good enough to not be caught and it had been wonderful. But it had been some time, the memories of several years flashing by with lightning speed as he tried to recall the precise moment and it struck equally as swift; crackling thunder dissipating the fog of memories traveled through to arrive at this precise moment. He recalled the black hair of the woman, almost blue in the moonlight. The feelings of affection left the memory glowing, a halo of silver light radiating off her skin.
"Hat was her nickname even then," his voice bespoke his fondness, but he was already getting off track, and he righted himself more seriously, "the book." Tennant watched her eyes unfocused, perhaps even felt the gentle, mental touch.
"We had talked for months of this remarkable book, my father was dying and we needed the money for him and for -us-" He eventually looked away, letting Rhaena stare beyond him as he stared with some measure of shame at the ground. "I went home to take it, well in hand and on my way Genny saw me." His shame turned, if ever so slightly, to anger at himself and at his sister.
"My own sister turned me in, my -partner- rescued me," his disdain was that of a lover scorned, but still he managed to move on with it. "Convinced to take me as a captive for my failure, she was determined to get the book on her own," which about lead them to how he ended up in town in the first place. His story wrapped up here, outwardly composed he was flooded with the pain of a lost lover, the betrayal of family, and the anger regarding his situation. "I did not steal anything from the -good- people of Myrken. I did not kidnap your Councilor Treadwell. Nor did I ever once see the coin I have been accused of stealing," there was a deep breath and as he returned his eyes to Rhaena, the release of a burden in sharing at least that much of the story. At at least as much was true, or he believed it to be to his very core.
Now -Mister- Burnie, who had used whom?