The type everything, delete nothing method of writing

[lantairvlea]

Ok, the gap. Current situation is we have the gather. Sherodd and Mishor suggest Sray stay home and Forentel and Ientel get sent down/volunteer to keep an eye out. That doesn’t go as well as they wished because Kallon picks up on Ientel and Kayrin subsequently invites them to dinner and offers a place to sleep much to Sray’s annoyance.

They came up on the pair, carrying their sheathed rifles over one shoulder and a moderate sized pack on the other. Forn turned first at the sound of the wagon approaching them and waved.

Kallon entered the house first, letting his markings show as soon as he crossed the threshold.

“We have guests, Kallon,” Sray said, frowning at his disregard for the extra people following them into the house.

“They should know what they’re getting into. If they’re uncomfortable, they can eat somewhere else. I don’t see why I should pretend I’m something else here. They know, Sray, there’s no harm in it. I’m going to be comfortable [which suggests he’s uncomfortable hiding his markings on some level].”

Kallon looked back at the young men behind Sray. They had stopped in the doorway and were taking in the room with its low ceilings and collection of cushions for sitting or laying on the right and then the low stone table on the left. “Hey.”

They refocused on Kallon, there was a flash of surprise on their faces, whether it was at being addressed or Kallon’s appearance it was hard to tell. Ientel cocked his head slightly and Forentel’s brows raised in questioning.
“Do you have a problem with how I look? Does how I look make you uncomfortable? Do you care that my markings show? Do you think I should make myself look human because you’re around? Should I have to look human around you even though you know I’m hyrid? Do you mind how I look? Do you care?”
Forentel adjusted the set of his shoulders to stand a little taller.

“Care?” Ientel questioned.

“Yeah, do you care about how I look?”
“Sray seems to think my appearance will bother you. Sray’s suggesting you’ll be uncomfortable if I look like this. Do you care if I look klamon instead of human? Sray thinks I should look human for guests. Yeah, do you care about my markings. About me looking klamon. If I show what I am.”

Ientel looked uncomfortably between Sray and Kallon. Janef was bringing up the rear and had stopped on the patio behind them, watching with interest as she held the door open.

“It’s your house, isn’t it? If you don’t care, I don’t see why we should.” Ientel sensed it was a loaded question. Sray was looking decidedly annoyed with her brother. Kallon for his part was more than willing to push against this imposition on how he could be in his own home.

Ientel thoughtfully rubbed the edge of his dark moustache and folded his arms. “It could take some getting used to, but I don’t see it hurting anything.”

“It’s your house,” Forentel added.

Kallon waved his hand at Sray. “See? Not a problem.” Kallon turned his palm upwards and motioned towards Sray. “You could, too, Voo.” As if she needed permission.

Sray shook her head and moved towards the kitchen. She paused briefly by the table. “Sit where you like, I’m going to check on the food and get some water.”

Janef followed Sray into the kitchen. “They don’t know about Tafa, do they?” Janef whispered in Getie’an.

“No, Bema is going to give him the chance to decide if he wants to join us or not.” Sray filled the pitcher from the tap.

“You don’t like that they’re here, do you? Why?”

“They’re fine people, but having them here means Tafa can’t be.”

“He can be.”

Sray sighed and turned off the tap before setting the pitcher on the counter and reaching for the cubbard full of stoneware cups. “I don’t think he will. The fewer people know he’s alive, the better. I still think going to Sherodd was dangerous.”

“We needed to know you were safe, Sray. There wasn’t any way to find out otherwise. Yeah, we got the letter the day Tafa left, but how were we to know that?”

“I know,” Sray pulled Janef close and hugged her. “Iel and Forn are good people. They’ve been kind to me. They’re here to protect us and Bema wants to show them some kindness in return, I just wish she chose another way to do it.”

Janef gathered the plates and utensils.
Would Sray abandon Iel and Forn to Kallon or vis versa?

Kayrin entered the back door.

“Is Tafa joining us?” Janef asked.

“No,” Kayrin said. “He’s found some other things to work on between the barn and workshop. He thought we could offer them a better place to sleep than out on the plains.”
Sray nearly lost her grip on the jug as she jerked to stare at Kayrin. “What?” It was a blessing Kayrin was still speaking Getie’an. There was no chance Forn or Iel could have heard her. Sray couldn’t believe what her own ears had caught.

“Feeding them and offering them a place to sleep is the least we could do considering the effort they’re putting into protecting us, even if we didn’t ask for it.”

“And he’s fine with that?” Sray still wasn’t sure if she was understanding what her mother was saying.

“He suggest it, Sray. It will be fine.”

They gathered up the things from the kitchen and distributed it along the table.

I don’t know if they typically do a prayer of thanks over food before a meal or not.

“Thank you again, Mrs. Hillenbohn. We appreciate the chance at a hot meal and more than jerky and biscuits to eat.”

“Where have you been staying the night? You said you were watching yesterday, which means you have to have spent the night somewhere.” Kayrin asked. “Did you stay with Sherodd Haubodden?”

“O, no, we’ve just been sleeping under the stars.”