She hasn't really had the luxury of letting her guard down. Not since she was a child and even then she was learning how to defend herself. How to fight. How to protect others.
Canien covers her grandmother's hands on her face, studying the other just as much. And yes, that's a smile right from Caranthir!
"I look like both of my parents. But enough like the other that...I could pass as someone else's child. Father's idea." Her stubborn, protective, loving father.
"Always," she agrees quietly. "Everything he taught me was to protect me, or be useful." And she's never been one for idle hands, which her hands will show when touched. Sword. Bow. Weaving. Surviving.
Canien nods. "She was called Haleth. A mortal. Only her clan attended the wedding in their custom. It was not spoken of. But..." her gaze dip, and there's a bit of a shy smile, odd on her lips.
"His brothers weren't told, but they all seemed to find ways to help me, to teach me. None of us spoke of why."
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Canien covers her grandmother's hands on her face, studying the other just as much. And yes, that's a smile right from Caranthir!
"I look like both of my parents. But enough like the other that...I could pass as someone else's child. Father's idea." Her stubborn, protective, loving father.
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Nerdanel breathes and smiles, shakily.
"My brave boy. Who was your mother? No tale tells of Caranthir's wedding. He must have been trying to protect her too."
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Canien nods. "She was called Haleth. A mortal. Only her clan attended the wedding in their custom. It was not spoken of. But..." her gaze dip, and there's a bit of a shy smile, odd on her lips.
"His brothers weren't told, but they all seemed to find ways to help me, to teach me. None of us spoke of why."
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She smiles, and draws Canien to sit down on a spare seat.
"Tell me about your mother? I will have no chance to meet her, I fear...."