05-30-2017, 06:14 PM
"Wait. What? You guys are related?"
Well, now that Jade was looking for it, she could sort of see a resemblance there. Similarly shaped noses speckled with freckles like teeny-tiny Greek isles, stocky shoulders, bright orange beards colored like bristled, flaming torches, squarish hands... Yep, they were probably related! Weird.
The look Kenan gave her was a long-suffering one indeed, but Jade was too busy considering the implications of this whole 'uncle-nephew' situation to pay him any mind. If they were related, and Brennon was a no-good, thieving killer, then what on earth were Treacy and Kenan doing out here? Surely they couldn't be evil...
Her eyes flicked over to where the younger Badgerburrow was showing Rebecca a small spurt of lava the very color of buttery gold rum, his youthful face practically glowing with the delight that came with showing someone his craft. Yeah, he definitely wasn't evil. That would just be.... well, stupid!
"Aye," Kenan answered gruffly, startling Jade out of her thoughts and watching her with a keen eye. He rolled his eyes, and really, he had no right to look so sarcastic with that ridiculously fluffy beard! "We're related. Thought you would've been taken in by some higher authority, if not the local guard, uncle. Soldiers from Dwarveholm, maybe... They're mighty fearsome. Your name and face line the back walls of every pub, too, you know, and rogues looking to make an extra pinch of coin roam free everywhere! It's a miracle you haven't been taken in, I say."
Brennon scoffed, as if being arrested and imprisoned were something he found particularly laughable. "I'm not afraid of those bounty-hunting louts. All talk and no action, they are."
The younger dwarf gave a knowing, sly grin, nodding along quite agreeably. "Oh, yes! They surely are. But, y'see, the guard and bounty hunters ain't the only ones out for your head. Ma has been looking over and under-hill for you for at least three months now, I'm sure she'd love to hear all about your travels. You've missed a fair amount of family dinners, too."
"You wouldn't."
When before he had merely brushed off the idea of a bloody, grisly, and probably painful death, Brennon paled significantly at the thought of an angry she-dwarf. Jade was sure she could hear him muttering prayers to ward off evil under his breath.
"Oh, but I would. I really would," Kenan grinned, eyes alight with fiendish glee. "You'll needta clean up first, though. You can't go to supper looking like you've just gone a couple rounds with a wood chipper..."
He slung a far from friendly arm around Brennon's shoulders, beginning to lead him off while the assassin only cringed. He knew full well that killing one of his sister's sons would only worsen his fate, it seemed. Jade just watched them go with an amused, slightly confused look on her face.
"And before I go, Miss Jade—"
The dog-eared girl glanced up at the retreating forms of Kenan and Brennon, the former grinning broadly while the latter only scowled. She didn't really know what she expected— a thank you, maybe, or an invitation to join them at dinner. That would be simply too good to pass up. But, instead the dwarf surprised her with a few simple words and a gesture of respect.
Kenan tipped his helm at her, bushy eyebrows and the bronze rim of his cap concealing the dancing lights in his eyes. "Ye'd better go and check on my brother and your charges 'afore he accidentally sets the lot of 'em on fire."
With that being said, he turned and strode away, half-dragging a stiff and uncomfortable Brennon behind him.
Jade's head whipped around to look at where she had seen Treacy last. "No! Don't play in the lava, Bec!"
Well, now that Jade was looking for it, she could sort of see a resemblance there. Similarly shaped noses speckled with freckles like teeny-tiny Greek isles, stocky shoulders, bright orange beards colored like bristled, flaming torches, squarish hands... Yep, they were probably related! Weird.
The look Kenan gave her was a long-suffering one indeed, but Jade was too busy considering the implications of this whole 'uncle-nephew' situation to pay him any mind. If they were related, and Brennon was a no-good, thieving killer, then what on earth were Treacy and Kenan doing out here? Surely they couldn't be evil...
Her eyes flicked over to where the younger Badgerburrow was showing Rebecca a small spurt of lava the very color of buttery gold rum, his youthful face practically glowing with the delight that came with showing someone his craft. Yeah, he definitely wasn't evil. That would just be.... well, stupid!
"Aye," Kenan answered gruffly, startling Jade out of her thoughts and watching her with a keen eye. He rolled his eyes, and really, he had no right to look so sarcastic with that ridiculously fluffy beard! "We're related. Thought you would've been taken in by some higher authority, if not the local guard, uncle. Soldiers from Dwarveholm, maybe... They're mighty fearsome. Your name and face line the back walls of every pub, too, you know, and rogues looking to make an extra pinch of coin roam free everywhere! It's a miracle you haven't been taken in, I say."
Brennon scoffed, as if being arrested and imprisoned were something he found particularly laughable. "I'm not afraid of those bounty-hunting louts. All talk and no action, they are."
The younger dwarf gave a knowing, sly grin, nodding along quite agreeably. "Oh, yes! They surely are. But, y'see, the guard and bounty hunters ain't the only ones out for your head. Ma has been looking over and under-hill for you for at least three months now, I'm sure she'd love to hear all about your travels. You've missed a fair amount of family dinners, too."
"You wouldn't."
When before he had merely brushed off the idea of a bloody, grisly, and probably painful death, Brennon paled significantly at the thought of an angry she-dwarf. Jade was sure she could hear him muttering prayers to ward off evil under his breath.
"Oh, but I would. I really would," Kenan grinned, eyes alight with fiendish glee. "You'll needta clean up first, though. You can't go to supper looking like you've just gone a couple rounds with a wood chipper..."
He slung a far from friendly arm around Brennon's shoulders, beginning to lead him off while the assassin only cringed. He knew full well that killing one of his sister's sons would only worsen his fate, it seemed. Jade just watched them go with an amused, slightly confused look on her face.
"And before I go, Miss Jade—"
The dog-eared girl glanced up at the retreating forms of Kenan and Brennon, the former grinning broadly while the latter only scowled. She didn't really know what she expected— a thank you, maybe, or an invitation to join them at dinner. That would be simply too good to pass up. But, instead the dwarf surprised her with a few simple words and a gesture of respect.
Kenan tipped his helm at her, bushy eyebrows and the bronze rim of his cap concealing the dancing lights in his eyes. "Ye'd better go and check on my brother and your charges 'afore he accidentally sets the lot of 'em on fire."
With that being said, he turned and strode away, half-dragging a stiff and uncomfortable Brennon behind him.
Jade's head whipped around to look at where she had seen Treacy last. "No! Don't play in the lava, Bec!"
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