Thalisa always enjoys visits to her grandparents' home. Growing up, the
place was a safe haven for when she needed a break from the tension with her
parents. Whether it was Daleth with his strange (especially for a wood
elf) fascination with tinkering, or Lymerris's famous pies, their cozy
home always seems to have something delicious or fun in the works. This
time does not fail to disappoint as the cooking food permeates the room as they step inside. Thalisa's stomach growls in anticipation. She had been far too nervous about Tylum's meeting with her father to eat much for breakfast or lunch.
She can hear Daleth singing from kitchen as he often does when he cooks. While her grandmother could also cook very well, and pies were her specialty, Daleth also possesses skills in the culinary arts, which he approached with the same gusto as he did all his various tinkering projects. The act of cooking appeals greatly to the same aspects of his personality that make him love to tinker with mechanical things. With food he especially delights in mixing and matching and slightly altering recipes. Lymerris, when she cooks does so more conservatively, using the tried and true recipes she has used most her life, but Daleth constantly experiments, sometimes preparing exotic foods, usually with success though some humorous failures as well.
"Good, you're back!" Lymerris smiles as they enter. "Alon, I'm glad you'll be joining us too. Maltavro, will Ciragale be joining us for dinner?"
The bard shakes his head. "She is visiting with her sister today. Such a shame too. I'd love for her to have meet with Tylum here today, but there will be plenty of time later for that."
"Oh! Forgive my manners." The elderly Feir'Dal woman smiles apologetically. Her hair is still dark brown, but there is a streak of silver hair in it, and subtle wrinkles can seen around her lips eyes. "You must be Thalisa's friend that she's mentioned before. I'm so glad we could meet."
"Grandma, can you get Grandpa to come out here for just a moment?" Thalisa asks.
She gives her granddaughter a puzzled look. "Sweetie, you know how your grandfather hates to be interrupted. Can it not wait until is dinner is done?"
"Well, it's pretty big news."
"Oh?"
Thalisa can't hold it in any longer, she grasps Tylum's hand and holds out the other one with the ring and half squeals, "Tylum and I are getting married!"
The Feir'Dal woman's brown eyes widen, and she turns her gaze to Tylum, looking over him anew, but her smile is welcoming, and brightens even more when she makes eye contact with her oldest son, and Alondar gives her a slight nod.
"How wonderful! Tylum, my eyes aren't as good as they used to be. Come a little closer won't you?"
She can hear Daleth singing from kitchen as he often does when he cooks. While her grandmother could also cook very well, and pies were her specialty, Daleth also possesses skills in the culinary arts, which he approached with the same gusto as he did all his various tinkering projects. The act of cooking appeals greatly to the same aspects of his personality that make him love to tinker with mechanical things. With food he especially delights in mixing and matching and slightly altering recipes. Lymerris, when she cooks does so more conservatively, using the tried and true recipes she has used most her life, but Daleth constantly experiments, sometimes preparing exotic foods, usually with success though some humorous failures as well.
"Good, you're back!" Lymerris smiles as they enter. "Alon, I'm glad you'll be joining us too. Maltavro, will Ciragale be joining us for dinner?"
The bard shakes his head. "She is visiting with her sister today. Such a shame too. I'd love for her to have meet with Tylum here today, but there will be plenty of time later for that."
"Oh! Forgive my manners." The elderly Feir'Dal woman smiles apologetically. Her hair is still dark brown, but there is a streak of silver hair in it, and subtle wrinkles can seen around her lips eyes. "You must be Thalisa's friend that she's mentioned before. I'm so glad we could meet."
"Grandma, can you get Grandpa to come out here for just a moment?" Thalisa asks.
She gives her granddaughter a puzzled look. "Sweetie, you know how your grandfather hates to be interrupted. Can it not wait until is dinner is done?"
"Well, it's pretty big news."
"Oh?"
Thalisa can't hold it in any longer, she grasps Tylum's hand and holds out the other one with the ring and half squeals, "Tylum and I are getting married!"
The Feir'Dal woman's brown eyes widen, and she turns her gaze to Tylum, looking over him anew, but her smile is welcoming, and brightens even more when she makes eye contact with her oldest son, and Alondar gives her a slight nod.
"How wonderful! Tylum, my eyes aren't as good as they used to be. Come a little closer won't you?"


