[Kenkuroi Mithania]

While his father turned away again from him, broken, detached, drunk.... well almost, Kenkuroi resisted the urge to rush at his father and punch him in the guts while yelling for the older elf to 'grow some balls' and 'stop being a loser'. To the half elf, watching his father in the state he was now was as annoying as watching some drama of a nice, beautiful, intelligent girl sobbing over her jerk of a boyfriend, believing him to be the one and only one and as reality sinks in, proceeds to commit suicide.

No doubt if he punched his father now, the older elf will simply flop to the floor without any resistance, and that would further infuriate him. He, who had been brought up by his Kemite mom, a master of the katana, a warrior hermit whose complicated and aggressive philosophy had no room for weakness such as these.

No.

Whether he punched his father or not, there was not going to be any happy ending, and so the young half elf decided on the lesser of the two evils as he refrained himself from giving into his desires, locking his arms by crossing it below his chest and taking a step back further away from his father..... as if he distrusted himself.

And then his father responded and waved him off. A signal their meeting has ended. Though he could not see his father's expression, he knew well his decision had hurt his old man. He had done it on purpose. Ken found himself smirking a little, somehow finding solace in his father's hurt that it released some of his frustrations. By Phedos! No wonder his older brother Eir'helm upped and left, though until now, what exactly happened between Llorinal and his first son was only between those two.

Storming out of the room, he bumped into the female elf, who jumped in surprise at his sudden emergence.

"That was fast... no wait! What happened? Surely he did not unbind you that fast? Not with the current arcana problems!" she yelped.

"My father says I fail. Whatever, I've keep my end of the bargain, now you will give me my leaf and tobacco!" Ken snapped as he reached out and roughly snatched the satchel out of the hand of the stunned elf.

Without a word, and without waiting for any response, he quickly stormed off, leaving the unsatisfied female elf scurrying into the lord's room for answers.

For the next candlemark, a heated argument could be heard faintly coming from the room and by darkening, during pracenda, the same female elf announced the results of their argument to a very angry Morendil.

"Your father has found you a suitable teacher for Thaumaturgy. We have arranged for you to meet him in two brightenings time."


Two brightenings later.....


They stood in the grounds of the Softwood Lodge, both Morendil and the female elf. The latter, merely there to ensure Morendil didn't run off somewhere seeing as how obvious the lie when the half elf promised he would meet his teacher as arranged.

Morendil was sore and unhappy with the decision and had been complaining about it the whole yester-brightening. How did it ended up with him dragging his heels over, one could only guess, though its pretty obvious how.

"So, where's the master?" Morendil growled out loudly, exhaling smoke from his cigarette.