#finhwit

[valiantfindekano-archived-blog]

Whisper(s in yo ear)

Normally he would have gone to Turukáno in a situation like this, but Findekáno's younger brother had been away very often of late on account of the Vanyarin girl. Findekáno was proud of him, truly, but it threw their fine system of bartering out of balance when he was not around. 

He'd needed to seek Írissë instead. Pity; she was going to laugh at him fort his, he knew. 

“I know you love me,” he stated, flashing a smile towards his sister as he leaned forward. "And I need your advice. Suppose a man was courting you, and gave you a disappointing gift, but it seemed as if he had made a great effort--but not enough to encourage you to continue courting him. Something underwhelming. What would that gift be?"  

[cyrefinn]

finhwit liked this for a starter

"----Tell me those weren't Atar's favored wine glasses."

[belenwen]

Do you love me?

"Like a sister," Belenwen assured her friend.  She flopped backwards so she was able to sprawl across the others lap.  Normally such a question came just prior to being asked to do some manner of favor or having an odd thing confessed.  However, the festival had been fun and she was pleasantly relaxed from an abundance of wine throughout the evening.

Squirming backwards, Belenwen moved to better use Aredhel as a pillow and prop spot.  She even went so far as to grab an arm, pulling it around to hug it to her chest and rest her head against her bicep.  "You don't need to proclaim your love for me, I know you adore me so," she teased with a laugh.

[cyrefinn]

I hate you all but also Cyrefinn Fácensearo is an epic name