As others depart the early brunch, the sudden emptiness of the greenroom, save for Celebrían Altanissë and herself, makes itself uncomfortably apparent. Without her son to defer attention or her husband to lead in conversation, instinct is to escape rather than engage in a discussion alone with her in-law. But such manners are unworthy, even for her. Her gaze, though temporarily deferred by those departing, returns to the table. There, two porcelain cups emptied of their tea and a freshly brought teapot recalls fragmented memories of a Pultic custom where the youngest in the family attends to the needs of their elders. ❝More tea?❞ she asks, clearing her throat and stunting the silence, with intent to pour Altanissë’s cup before her own. An invitation, perhaps, to engage in a conversation long overdue.
@aeternitie (Celebrían)
