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Corian comms. Okay, it's not a good way to begin a session of RP, but it's
better than nothing. She's -not- in the evil brown dress, but her attire is
perhaps a bit more feminine than usual, in that it's not involving a
turtleneck-style shirt. "Good evening," she says, with a pleasant smile. "I
hope I'm calling at a good time?"
Honalee is seated in her wicker chair again, although the stars are vaguely visible in the background instead of morning sunlight this time. She looks decidedly pleased, "Yes it's a wonderful time, dear. How was the ball?"
Corian's gaze drops briefly at that, though her quick smile is unmistakable. "It was... most entertaining. I certainly did attract attention." Her tone is maybe a little embarrassed at that, but that shouldn't be surprising. Sounding somewhat amused, now, she says, "Riley went as a penguin."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Honalee doesn't even bother to try and restrain the smug look. Perhaps it's not
becoming on a woman of her age and bearing, but smug she manages anyhow. "You
deserve to attract attention, dear." She shakes her head slightly at the
last, "Why does that not surprise me. Greg needs help, I tell you, help."
There's an amused pause, "Did you and your young man have fun? Did you get a
good night kiss? Come on dear, details, details..."
Corian's cheeks color just a bit. "Hona, he's not -my- young man. He's my
van'chela, nothing beyond that." So no kiss, no. "We did have fun, though--he
was, I believe, somewhat amused by the reactions of some of the men." There's
a brief pause, and then she adds, maybe a little hesitantly, "There was a man
there--Terrence Veruzac. Mother... I do not know if she will wish to know,
but I plan on mentioning it to her, at least."
Honalee's delighted and vastly amused expression fades a bit at the last. "Your
mother will not be thrilled I'm afraid. She is still quite..upset over the
entire situation. I cannot blame her overmuch, the experience
was...traumatic."
Corian, with a gesture that holds equal portions of grace and uncertainty, shakes her head. "Do you think I should not mention his presence to her?"
"It depends on if you think it might be important. I would not council you to
conceal things from Novinha." Honalee says quietly. "What made that man have
to turn up again I wonder, I had hoped he could have stayed off in whatever
land he'd dissapeared off to."
"Perhaps I will ask him," Corian replies thoughtfully. With a shake of her
head, she adds, "Hona, he thought -I- was Mother. The look on his face... I
almost felt sorry for him. I am going to talk with him later." She looks for
a moment like she's going to ask something--perhaps what happened--but in the
end shakes her head and doesn't voice her question.
"Just remember child, that he is very gifted at seeming to be who he is not when you speak to him. Although I think, of all people, you would be least likely to see him for other than what he is." Honalee considers you a moment, shaking her head. She doesn't appear likely to answer the what happened.
Corian's brows lift fractionally at your last statement, leaving her earlier
question unvoiced. She knows she's not going to get an answer, after all. "I
will attempt to remember that," she replies quietly. "Thank you for the
advice." She doesn't bother mentioning that she's not a child any more.
That's a lost cause.
Considering Honalee still calls your mother child, it is doomed, yes. "For what such advice is worth mind you. You are there, and I am here. A world of difference can be found in point of view between the same."
Corian inclines her head. "Too true. But you have a world of experience which I
lack." A faint smile crosses her face at that. Of course, she also has
experience that you don't, unless you've befriended assassins. She shakes her
head fractionally, then, segueing lightly. "Are you well? Have you thought
more upon a visit? Tarrant," she adds, sounding amused, now, "Says that he
would like to meet you."
"Your young man?" Honalee's brows arch delicately, looking amused and perhaps
smug again. "Yes, I'm well, I have been trying to arrange some sort of trip."
She looks a bit saddened, "It is not as simple as I had hoped." The
dissapointment is shrugged off however. "I do look forward however to such a
visit."
Corian's sigh is maybe a little put-upon. "My van'chela, yes. He is not my young man, Hona, and I would be most grateful if you did not address him as such, when you meet him. I would prefer that he not think I made such a suggestion, as we are only friends." After a brief pause, she inquires, "Is there anything that I can do to facilitate your trip--or perhaps Riley?"
Honalee sighs as if in great exasperation, "Dear, you are attempting to rid me
of all my fun. Where is the fun in meeting people if I cannot embarrass them
terribly? It is the perrogative of age after all. But I will see if I can
restrain myself, dear. Only friends, goodness child, then go find another one
if he won't do."
Corian is starting to look maybe a little flustered. There are very few people that can do this to her, but you're one of them. "You would not embarrass him, I am most certain of that. He is not easily embarrassed, and would likely be entertained." After a brief pause, she adds, "And he would most certainly do, but I really have no need for a relationship like that."
"Entertained?" Honalee perks up, "Entertained?" You can all but see her ears
perking up, she has scented blood in the water. "Now this sounds like it has
potential..." At the latter she shakes her head in wry exasperation, "Corian,
I despair of ever explaining it to you dear. Life is meant to be lived, love
is to be experienced, you must -try- these things. Elsewise you will never
know if you like them or not."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian explains patiently, though she really doesn't know what she's talking about, "Hona, I have experienced love. I love my family. I have friends that I love. Isn't that enough? My life has not been stable enough for anything more, and I do not know that that will change. I will only be here of a certainty for nine more months. That is not the way to begin a relationship."
"If you had ever known what it is to be in love, you would not have to ask that question Corian. No, it is not enough. You are a wonderful dear person, and you deserve to be happy." Honalee settles back into her chair. "Dear, where love is, a way can be found. And even if such a relationship were limited to nine months... Well, still, it is worth it. Your great-grandfather... I knew that relationship was limited, the lifespan involved alone... But dear, every moment of the time he and I spent together, I treasure. It was all worth it."
Corian's gaze drops briefly, to her hands. "I am happy," she replies, with a
faint, rather wistful smile. "I am content with my life as it is. As I have
not experienced it, I do not feel the lack. Perhaps, in the future, it will
be otherwise." She makes a gesture that is not quite a shrug, but gives the
same meaning.
Honalee simply sighs, almost saddened by this. "I worry about you dear, I am afraid for you. Please, as a favor to me, try and remember that there is a whole world out there you need to remember is there. And not to hide from, if you hide, well, you miss out on a great deal. Keep your eyes open, look for those things you have in the past chosen not to see."
Corian shakes her head fractionally. "There is no need for you to worry," she
reassures. "Nor for you to fear." After a pause, she nods. "I will try to do
as you ask, Hona." Though, as is maybe a bit evident in her tone, she still
doesn't really see the need for it. Other people have relationships. She has
her travel, and her work.
Honalee considers you a moment, a delicately thoughtful look on her face. "Do
dear, please do. I know you think I'm being silly, but I promise, if you do
ever fall in love, you will understand. I push the issue, I know, but I would
like to see you all settled. Everything settled."
Corian, after regarding you with a similarly thoughtful look, inquires, "Hona,
why does being settled have to include having a relationship? I am happy with
what I am and what I do. Why is that not enough?" Her tone is curious and
thoughtful.
"You do not understand, dear. Or you choose not to see." Honalee shifts back,
"I am not saying I wish to see you settled down for life, although I would
enjoy to see such a thing. No, I simply wish to see that you have the ability
to search for such a thing. To look for that which you need whether you know
it or not. No, I do not wish to see you rush into any relationship. Just to
know how to look for one."
Corian interlaces her fingers, resting her hands lightly in her lap. "To know
how to look for one," she echoes quietly. "Hona, that is not easy.
Languages... those I am able to learn without difficulty. But people are
somewhat more difficult. It seems that this is not something I can learn by
going back to university for a refresher course." Her tone is lightly
humorous, but there's something about her eyes that suggests that she's not
quite as amused as she sounds.
"It is mostly a matter of keeping your eyes open, dear. You often keep others
at armslength, probably something of your mother in that. Terrence hurt her
badly, and she has perhaps a somewhat odd view of the issue. She is very
lucky in that your father is a patient and kind man, and was willing to wait
for her to open her eyes." Honalee's tone is almost musing, and she for once
appears every year of her age.
Corian is hardly going to deny that she keeps her distance from people, as she
knows full well that she does. "Father is wonderful, yes," she agrees, with a
warm smile. "And you are right about Mother, of course." Her smile fades
fractionally at that; she is, after all, much closer to you than she is to
her mother, which is why she's having this conversation with you, rather than
the aforementioned mom. "I will attempt to keep my eyes open, but it will be
most odd to do so."
"You can close them once in a while," Honalee says in a faintly teasing tone,
"Otherwise it will make sleeping very difficult. Still, it would do you good
to see there's a great deal of the world you choose not to see. And perhaps,
to make the world a bit richer by no longer denying it a glimpse at the
wonderful young woman you really are."
Corian chuckles quietly at your teasing, looking somewhat sheepish. At your
last words, however, she looks somewhat self-conscious, and rather
embarrassed as well. "Thank you." She shies away from the topic of her own
wonderfulness, unsurprisingly, and adds, voice amused, "I had hoped to sleep
with my eyes open."
"If you think it would help you find someone, I would look up a way for you to do so," Honalee says with amusement, "Although you'd need some kind of mictation solution afterwards, or you eyes would itch til the sun burnt out."
Corian inclines her head to that, expression rather amused. "Perhaps I will close my eyes after all, but only at particularly appropriate times, when no potential mates are present." She shakes her head. Potential mates. This is not a phrase she pictured herself saying, and she's not all that thrilled to be doing so. But at least she's not wearing a skin-tight dress.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
"This sounds like a good compromise to me, dear. I'll see if I can give some
pointers when I visit, if the folks here will let me do so. Much luck,
child." Honalee simply smiles.
Corian's smile is warm, though there's a brief pause at the mention of
pointers. Pointers are potentially bad. "Many thanks, Hona. If you are unable
to visit, perhaps I will be able to get away from here for a bit, and come to
you, if you would not mind."
Honalee smiles brightly at that, "I'd appreciate a visit certainly. Especially from you, you can help me get your cousins in line. I swear Andree's boy? He needs to be tied to a tree, and you are good with implings his size."
"As long as you don't ask me to dress as a tree again," Corian replies, a gleam of mirth in her eyes, "Then I would be most glad to help."
"Aww, but dear, you made a lovely tree I am certain. I bet there was a host of
young men wishing they were squirrels last night." Honalee just smiles
innocently.
Oh, yes, that definitely gets a blush, and a sharp, startled intake of breath. "Please, Honalee," Corian protests, before she manages to pull herself together. "None of them said anything about squirrels," she says finally, drawing herself upright. "Though Jay," she adds, "Said that I was the most gorgeous girl at the ball." Her lips quirk just a bit at the word 'girl', but she's still obviously rather pleased by the compliment.
For a moment Honalee perks up, but then recalls Jay is a relative. Still
however, "I am certain you were beautiful, you always are, you often just
choose to hide the fact. There is no need to be ashamed of what you are." She
just grins, "Besides, who needs squrrels, didn't you take your own
lumberjack?"
"Hona!" Oh, poor Corian, she really is the most entertaining color. "Please
don't tease me about Tarrant. People here are already talking enough, from
what I have heard. He is -only- my van'chela."
"Oh, one of -those- is he?" Honalee questions, "Kind of a twit, but nice enough
to hang out with?"
Corian shakes her head firmly. "Of course not," she replies. My, she's defensive of him, isn't she? "He is a wonderful man, courteous, and considerate, and a joy to be with." He's just an assassin, that's all.
"Then what's wrong with him?" Honalee seems genuinely puzzled.
Corian considers that for a very long moment. "He is older than I am, for one,"
she says, albeit rather cautiously. "And he is... very involved in his work.
He can be somewhat transient, as I am."
"And age matters? Child, you were forty at four." Honalee shakes her head,
"Still, it is your life, and while I feel compelled to torment you on
generalities, I will not do so with the specifics." Besides, it would just be
too weird.
Corian's expression is decidedly grateful. "Thank you," she replies. "He is a
wonderful man, and I care very much for him, but I do think it would be best
if we remained friends, without any further entanglements. And that is even
assuming that -he- would consider anything more than that." She shakes her
head, apparently not thinking that likely.
Honalee starts to speak, and then again, and then just shakes her head in
amusement, "Dear, you sound just like your mother."
Corian pauses at your statement, clearly not quite sure how to take it. "Well,"
she says finally. "I suppose that makes sense, that I sound like her. And she
did end up happily settled down with Father, so I suppose there is hope for
me yet."
Honalee nods, "She said almost those exact words to me you see, about
thirty-four years ago."
Corian blinks several times. "About Father?"
Honalee nods, looking more than a little amused. "Indeed, they'd known each other for several years at that point, and she thought he was just hanging around because it was somebody to watch vid with on weekends."
Corian shakes her head fractionally. "Hona, Tarrant is not Father. The
situation isn't the same at all." For one thing, her father carves -wood-,
not people.
Honalee shrugs, looking amused, "I did not say it was, I do not know your
friend as I knew your father. Still, I cannot help but find it ironic, nor
within me to wonder." She's innocent, she doesn't know Tarrant's this random
killer.
Corian nods slowly, her own expression thoughtful. "It is ironic, yes." She glances past the screen at something, perhaps a wall clock. "Oh, dear. I did not intend to keep you this long; it must be quite late there. I should let you go." So that this line of conversation can stop, yup.
Honalee does nod however, as it is indeed quite late for her. "A pleasant evening to you dear, tell the others I wish them well for me?"
Corian inclines her head, with a warm smile. "I will most certainly do so. Rest
well, Hona. It was wonderful to talk with you." Even if she was mortally
embarrassed for parts of the conversation.
"Have a pleasant evening as well dear, keep an eye out for squirrels attempting to store their nuts for the winter." *click* Honalee ends the call.