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"They are your family as well," the young woman lilted softly, her pale green eyes riveted upon the face of her half-brother. She remembered what it had been like when she had first discovered her Gil'dae heritage. She had felt like an outsider, despite the kindness of her cousins and the quick relationship she had formed with her first cousin Motito and her second cousin Katerynn. It had taken at least an era -- if not more -- for her to finally feel completely at ease within the elegant comfort of the Cheb, for her to finally feel home, for her to finally feel more like a true Gil'dae and less like a simple bastard of little importance. She didn't expect the process to be any quicker for Eraisuithon, but that didn't stop her from wanting to stress the fact that they were family. To the elfess, a blood bond was the strongest bond imaginable. To Larien, family was the only thing of true importance within the world. "I am your family, toror'." Brother.
The smile she gave the other was full of warmth -- a warmth that wavered slightly at his impassioned whispering, but was soon replaced with a quiet intensity of her own as she sat forward slightly in her seat. "Yes," she replied simply, her own melodious voice little more than whisper. "I know..." the elven maiden continued, her eerily light green eyes burning with emotion from behind her dark eyelashes. "I know what it's like to feel lost... to feel like you have no one to turn to... nowhere to truly call home... no one to love... and no one to love you." Many eras ago, when Larien had first learned of her illegitimacy, she had abandoned her home of Natura and turned her back on her mother, the lying Encalyme who had kept the secret of her daughter's conception even from her own husband, Quendil. Larien's travels had taken her halfway across the Empire and back again before she finally learned who her father actually was, for Encalyme had not known herself. It hadn't been until the young woman had been accepted into the Gil'dae fold that she had begun to feel as though she had a place in Telath again.
"But, Eraisuithon..." his name rolled off her tongue like the bubbling waves of the Laughingwater flowing through the Quicksilver Hall. "You are not alone." The intensity in her gaze softened somewhat as she continued to gaze upon the other, the softest of smiles turning her lips upwards. "You will always have a place here, with us... you will always have a place with... me, if you so wish." Her tea forgotten for the moment, the young woman merely held the delicate cup in between her slender fingers, the heat of the liquid warming the palms of her hands as she kept her attention riveted upon her brother. She did not know the nature of his heart. She did not know if his thoughts turned towards darkness or towards light. She did not know what dealings he might be involved in within the intoxicating danger of Imperia. She did not know his past. She barely knew his present. In all truthfulness, she knew virtually nothing about the other. Yet, it made little difference. He could have been the most infamous of criminals. He could have been the darkest of personages. He could have been the most loathed creature in all the Empire. And still...
"Lle caela amin mela." You have my love.
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