Kelgar makes a mess of things again
31st October 1102
“Good evening folks”, Kelgar crooned strolling around the corner.
“Christ I wish yew would quit with the corny sometimes Kelgar”, Osras muttered under his breath, striding up to stand next to his brother.
“Just part of my all round charisma and overwhelming charm, oh brother of mine”, Kelgar grinned wolfishly at him in the darkness.
“Hello boys”, Polina called from the table where she was helping clear the remaining plates, “are yew here to accompany us home?”
“We most certainly are”, Kelgar replied rubbing his hands together briskly, “that’s the sort of decent fellows we happen to be“.
Kelgar heard Osras groan in the darkness beside him and could picture exactly how his eyes would be rolling in accompaniment.
Undeterred he continued on, “Good-natured fellows that we are we thought to provide yew with an escort, despite the fact that we were so rudely not included in the festivities”.
“Oh don’t yew be saying that in front of poor Gena, she’ll be that embarrassed. Good thing she’s with little Derrin an’ didn’t hear yew”, Pol chided him as she always had done.
“Hello Pol”, Osras called to his wife and Kelgar could imagine his happy grin in the darkness.
His brother strode over to her, embracing Polina tightly, his hands finding her belly for a gentle pat and then moving to her hair. Kelgar felt a surge of jealousy as he watched his brother’s fingers running through her thick brown mane while he leaned forward to kiss her softly on the lips. It should have been his hands, his mouth, his wife. He hastily pushed the feelings aside realising how childish they were.
“Illewen!” he suddenly realised she was off to one side, hiding beneath the cover of darkness.
He stumbled over to her, “Um… how are yew?”
She didn’t reply, her face lost to him as the moon passed behind a cloud. He could make out the gleam of the whites of her eyes, wide and frightened like a deer frozen in place as the wolf stalked surely through the forest.
“Is this yer baby then?” he bent down pinching one tiny toe between his fingers and squeaked, “hello there little baby, having a nice night?”
“No”, she murmured, her wide eyes never leaving his face, “it’s Hepsie’s little boy Thaell. My baby Matilda is a girl”.
“Oh… right… silly me”, he chuckled trying to find the right thing to say, “ah… I guess they all look a bit the same when they’re little’uns don’t they. Oh, but that’s not to say that yer little girl looks like a boy, she’s very pretty. Oh… and I’m not trying to say that Hepsie’s boy is looking girlish. Well, he’s certainly a fine little lad isn’t he… yes…”
In the pen behind Illewen one of the pigs let out a loud oink, which was followed by a chorus of squealing ringing out through the night. Kelgar supposed the sow had rolled over and the piglets weren’t pleased.
Illewen said nothing, turning her face away awkwardly. Kelgar struggled to find something to say to make the moment less excruciating, anything to ease his and her embarrassment but he was lost for words. He looked to the pigs for inspiration.
“Nice pigs they got here eh?”
Arran interrupted before the conversation could get any worse. Kelgar could have hugged the man. Then he heard what he was asking.
“Has anyone seen Igrayne?”
Oh wow, Kelgar really does put his foot in his mouth on occasion, doesn’t he? Interesting that he has a history with Polina… hmmm…
Where’s Igrayne? She hasn’t run away in the night, has she? *worried*
Hahaha, I love Kelgar. He’s so hilariously clumsy… especially when he’s trying to be charming.
Arran notices that Igrayne is missing. Hmm, I wonder what will happen now? I’m assuming Igrayne left not long after Polina had that talk with her.
Go get ‘er, Arran! Oh I HOPE she didn’t run away. I hope she just walked off to have a few moments of solitude… some place pretty and private… some place just right for kissing…
I adore Kelgar. He’s one of those guys who doesn’t come off too bad even when you do get a look into the workings of his male brain… just adorable. He’s even Canadian! “Nice pigs they got here eh?”
Those scars could pass for some from a hockey stick blade, definitely
And even with the scars, he’s not too hard to look at
I actually couldn’t help laughing when I was writing Kelgar’s lines. He is such a goose. Then interesting thing about him, is that he is only a goose in relation to a few women. When it comes to most of them he can be totally charming and charismatic. But when he is awkward he is seriously awkward. And it makes it all the more fun
Or Northern Australian Lothere
They have a bit of a penchant for the “eh” addition as well.