Eira

She was going home.

She was leaving.

It had been quite the night at the Huntsman and the Stag. Nimraph and Eira had confessed their feelings to each other, only after a cruel joke from Lycaon forced her bitterly silent anger. Lycaon had announced that a drinking game was to be held. On top of this, Eira became reacquainted with another like herself and Nimraph, Goldgel of Harad.

As the three had gathered around the table for the drinking game, a familiar dark presence walked into the inn. Kallan, the bandaged travel, had entered the Huntsman and the Stag. Then...

Then it all happened so fast.

"I would much rather be with you…" he said, holding his breath. He stood behind her, near the entrance of the kitchen. Laboring over the soup pot, Eira froze. She stopped mid stir, completely frozen in the moment. So many questions, doubts, memories, and more lightning struck at her memory in a barrage. She finally straightened up, leaving the heat of the fireplace. She still looked at the pot. A small flint of joy sparked inside, yet…

Wrapping a cloth around his face, Kalabnalu grimly thought to himself, "I need to make sure that in case any of those pesky Dunedain are inside, they don't recognize my Numenorean blood."

Eira walked up to the woman at the counter with a box. Eira was trying to convince herself she was just trying something new. There were no further motives than using her freedom to try many different styles of clothes. Yes, her personal enjoyment. That was why she was buying this dress. This very nice dress. And the soap Ris gave her? She was washing up tonight because why not? After helping Egfor in the orchards all day, she could go for a bath! No other motivations or desires at all played into this...

She worked in the kitchen, preparing blueberry muffins. She had ordered a lot of blueberries recently and had already brewed blueberry ale. As she worked, the teasing questions of her boss, and friend, echoed in her mind.

"Do I sense something more than friendship?"

Due to her Nurnhoth blood, Eira's skin was naturally a deathly pale. Yet, her cheeks noticably had color as she allowed the muffins to cool.

Eira had been shocked when Demlemoth told her of a shocking intel: her father, Aglarzor, had a son.