Re: [Event] Izayah Meets the Family
At the name of where you were born spoken Galathor's eyes widen. As you hold out the spoon another of the elf servants comes. He bows his head as he takes the spoon from your grasp and brings it to his master. Galathor takes the spoon and looks it over as he flips it over. He looks at the crest for only a moment then laughs. "This is just a spoon. It means nothing." But as he spit the words Erica spoke up, "That spoon means everything." With Taleasin holding her steady Erica walked up to the elf. He wore a look of distaste at the woman, your mother. She held out her hand to him. With every look of disgust he could manage Galathor handed the spoon off to her never allowing their skin to touch. "This is the token I left him with as a baby, before you had him taken away." The look of disgust on his face only grew into anger. "How dare you. I told you you were to give him up..." But before he could continue Erica interrupted, "I did give him up, but you said nothing about not being able to leave him with something. I left him proof that he had a family, a home, if he could only find it."
Then he continued spitefully of her, "He is no family of ours. Get out! Get out right now!" But as he finished his words the female elf next to him spoke up, "Enough!" Up until this time she had been quietly watching the scene, but when she, at last, spoke the room fell silent. In a softer, but still firm voice she said, "Haven't you done enough to this boy already? He's more than proven himself worthy of the name he wears by finding his way back home, despite your best efforts. He doesn't deserve the disrespect you are showing him." She didn't take her eyes off of her husband until she finished speaking to him. He stayed quiet. She then turned her dark green eyed gaze on you. "My name is Esmerelda Hamadrell. I am your grandmother." She smiles at you. "Welcome home, grandson. Please ignore your grandfather. He often forgets his manners."