* Kaden is at home this evening, an earlier night for him, but he's also been keeping earlier hours at the guild so it all works out. His house is dark as usual, if not moreso for having half as many people living in it now. There a dim light seen through some of the side windows, suggesting someone in the back end of the house.
* Miesha never let lights or the lack thereof disuade her when she was on a mission. And indeed she felt she was on one tonight. She walked up to the front door, adjusted the fall of her robe and the drape of the mantle over her hair, then knocked firmly on the door.
* Sinari is now known as Sadurean
<Kaden> The door will open after a few minutes, the man giving no discernable reaction at the sight of Miesha standing on his stoop. He steps back to allow her inside, asking calmly, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Madam Sankoh?"
* McGig is now known as Ryn`an
* Miesha stepped inside and removed the cloth from her head, folding it carefully with gloved fingers before responding to Kaden. "Good evening to you, Mister Avinash." If he wanted to play at formality, that was fine by her. "What brings me is your son, Kaden. When are yuo going to drop his suspension from the guild?" His punishment had gone on too long, and if he was pretending to no longer care for his child, well, then his pr
<Miesha> child, well, then his premise for the punishment was now pointless.
<Kaden> That was.. an unexpected start to a conversation. Normally she comes under false pretense and works into what she really wants. His jaw tightens as he pushes the heavy door closed behind him. "Has he been talking to you about it?" He asks, moving back towards the kitchen and through to where his office is, figuring she'll follow. It's not like she doesn't know her way around the house. The office is much more well lit and warmer than the big open living room and foyer.
<Kaden> well lit and warmer than the big open living room and foyer.
<Miesha> "I doubt It would occur to Sadurean to ask for help in this. His wife came to me, but not before I was wondering about it myself." She did indeed follow after him, hands folded primly at her plump waist. She was all reserve, keeping her own feelings well out of her voice.
<Kaden> "If the boy can't stand up for himself how will he ever become a master? Having his wife fight his battles for him?" His tone is cold, and he takes a seat behind his desk, leaning back in the worn leather chair and studying Miesha carefully.
<Miesha> "She was sharing her concerns with me, Kaden. I understand that wives are loath to tell their husbands about the things they do that worry them." Most of the married women she knew seemed to feel that way, at least. "Regardless, it has gone on too long, Kaden. What are you trying to prove by this?"
<Kaden> "Prove? Nothing. If he wants back in the guild.. fine. I'll remove the suspension. Happy?" He's growing irritated. It never takes much and Miesha picks lovely conversation topics for it. "I hadn't really thought about it." Not true, but Kaden never shares his feelings. With anyone.
<Miesha> Uh huh, right. She had good idea about how petty the man could be. Had he ever really grown up? She doubted it sometimes. "You should have done this months ago." There was the faintest hint of disapointment in her voice. Honestly. He pretended at affection for her at the strangest times, then became outraged when she couldn't accept his behavior (thus exacerbating the issue).
<Kaden> "If he had come and spoken to me I would have. He hasn't been to the guild so I haven't bothered. What's the problem, Miesha? He's clearly not interested in the guild these days." His can be exceptionally petty about things, and his son is no exception.
<Miesha> "I can't imagine why. What with broken fingers, a terribly injured arm and a father that disowned him for getting married. Truly, who can understand a teenage boy these days?" Now there was a hint of irritation in her voice. Kaden was beign willfully blind, and assuming she'd swallow it, to boot! He could be so infuriating!
<Kaden> "He can still sing, can't he? I spent years training him and he's not been by the guild once, woman! I'll clear the suspension and he can choose to study under whoever he wishes. Leave me be." He doesn't have to get chewed out by her in his own home.
<Miesha> Yeah, she just decided to chew him out, not hit him over the head with reality like a blunt club. "Glad to see at least one of the Avinashes can act the adult. Good evening." And she'd turn smartly, ready to leave.
* Kaden pushes himself up to his feet again, gaze narrowing in anger. "You have no right, Miesha! He's not your son, and it's something you seem to forget quite often! You have no children of your own so don't you dare presume to judge me." He presses his hands down on the surface of his desk, fingers spread.
<Miesha> "Then what would you call what you're doing? I can expect such antics from Sadurean because he's still a boy. What is your excuse?" She didn't face him, simply turned her head enough to fix him with one dark eye.
<Kaden> "What else do you want me to do?! I already said I would clear things at the guild. He became a man the day he decided to wed, so there's nothing more that I'm required to do for him." As if it were a business arrangement, parenthood.
<Miesha> "I don't want you to do anything but behave like a resprctable man, Kaden, like a bloody council member. There is no room for petty squables. Your actions reflect on the entire guild!" And there were certainly those who were whispering about it. Oh, he had her angry now! She'd actually swore!
<Kaden> "And what am I doing that is so terrible? I did not slander his name or cause him extra trouble. He made a decision and I acted accordingly. You want me to coddle the boy and just hand him everything on a silver platter? How does that make me look? Like a weak fool!"
<Miesha> "And right now you only look like a blind fool." She'd turned to face him, dark face flushed with her rising emotion. This had been a bad idea. "For all the concern you have over how you look, you have no idea how anyone sees you!"
<Kaden> "Oh, then enlighten me, Miesha. Since you're such the expert on the subject!" He straightens from the desk, moving around from behind the desk and passing her to the kitchen. Time to raid the liquor cabinet.
<Miesha> "Wasn't I just? I guess you only hear what you want to as well." She followed behind him, now invested in the arguement. She'd stepped further than she ever had before or likely ever would again, so why not persue it any further? She was giving up on the hope of them ever being friends again. "Do you ever stop and consider anything but yourself? Do you have any concept of people independent from yourself?" She was certainly
<Miesha> was certainly on a roll.
<Kaden> He wrenches the bottle of rum from the cabinet and pulls the glass stopper free. "Of course I do!" His counters are getting less and less defined as she keeps pushing at him, anger growing and clouding his reasoning. He fills a shot glass and drinks it down.
<Miesha> "Then tell me, why would Sadurean not come and talk to you after everything you've done to him?" She folds her arms firmly beneath her breasts and glares at the man. Ha! Answer that!
<Kaden> "Because he's stubborn and thinks he's always right." He counters rather quickly. Maybe this is something he's thought about on more than one occasion.
<Miesha> "And you don't? Honestly Kaden, if you think that's all that's going on, you're the child here." Maybe she shouldn't be provoking him, but she was. She was speaking her mind damn it, and soon, soon she might just go off, likely if Kaden got talked into a corner and turned to sulky silence much like his son did.
<Kaden> "Then what else is going on? He's always been stubborn. He's always willfully done as he pleased. How am I helping him by feeding into it?!" The man is rather expert at ignoring a lot of what she says, focusing his anger on specific things.
<Miesha> "How were you helping him by preventing him from participating in the guild? And don't say it was to teach him responsibility, it was to teach him to fear you." Miesha had bit her tongue on a lot, it seems, and now it was all coming out. Of course, who could say if anything would stick. Ah well. One thing that would surely stick would be his anger with her.
* Kaden is taken aback, staring at her in silence for a rather long time. "Fear me? That's ridiculous! I'm his father." Was the man truly that incapable of seeing his own mannerisms? His own methods?
<Miesha> "Oh, so then you have a loving relationship then, built on mutual trust and respect? You terrorize him, Kaden, at every step! It's attrocious what you do to him! If a dog could be trained to sing, it would be a perfect replacement for you for Sadurean." That... was probably a low blow, but Miesha was sick and tired of the man's blindness, willful or not! And clearly gentle words were not going to do anything, either.
<Miesha> either.
<Kaden> Very low blow. His face is red, and it's deadly silent now as he just gives her a pernicious glare. He doesn't know what to say. Terrorizing?! His brain wraps around the word and he might have seen the truth of it all if not for his ever-overpowering rage. "Get.. out.. of my home." He says coldly, a darkness to his voice that tells her she's gone way over the line this time. For him to admit she's right would be for him to climb down upon that high ledge of pride and self-assurance, but it's been so long that man has forgotten where the handholds are.
<Kaden> be for him to climb down upon that high ledge of pride and self-assurance, but it's been so long that man has forgotten where the handholds are.
* Miesha didn't sy anything further. She'd never seen him this angry, but she didn't trust what he might do in this mood. She gathered as much dignity as humanly possible and walked calmly past him, offering a curt, "Good evening," before she left the room then left the house.
* Kaden won't see her out. And she won't see him at the guild tomorrow. He'll only should up very early and very briefly in the morning, stripping the suspension as he said he would and leaving to conclude business elsewhere in town.
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