Current Character Description - Tamoko

The smooth silk of Tamoko's black pyjamas hiss slightly as she walks, sending goosebumps up her thin arms.  She is a small woman, not even five feet tall, with the smooth skin of a pampered lady and the strength of a berserker.  Her hair is the colour of jet, as black as shadows themselves.  Her eyes are quite feline in their shape, an emerald green in colour, defining her oriental background.  She moves with calculated purpose and nimble agility.  Her feet are covered with what resemble something of a ballet slipper.  She resembles a being barely older then a child, yet the glimmer in her eyes suggests she has been around longer then her appearence would imply.

I Just Want to Make Things Right (3/3)

It wouldn't have been received well even under the best of circumstances.  Mirin knew this.  It still needed to be said, and she was convinced of her right to speak it.  She'd practically raised Matinus while her father lost himself in the temple, pining after her mother.  Mirin didn't believe he could have fallen so deeply in love with Sanria, not to the point that he wasn't willing to do the right thing... but to her shock, her father wasn't letting go.  She begged her dad to put Sanria and Colin in a room together, just to watch them, but he refused.  "No Mirin.  I don't need to put them together.  I'm not forcing Sanria to be with me.  She's here because she wants to be, and I want her."

The words took her by surprise.  She had grown accustomed to her father, Gilean, being a bit on the weak side.  He sacrificed his own happiness and family for everyone else.  But he wasn't budging. 'I think you're a good person to everyone else,' she telepathed.  'You help women with their babies, help heal those in need... I  think that's what you're the best at doing.  I think... not that  it matters... that you and Sanria are wrong, Dad.  Once, maybe... but not now.'

There was nothing more to say that wasn't met with severe resistance. Her dad thought she was saying the words out of resentment for his absence in her life.  He kept apologizing, not that it wasn't nice to hear it, but her point was lost.  She returned finally to the cavern and told Colin of her discussion - but even he seemed cowed by the act.

Orn had been right.  This was something they would have to sort out on their own.  No matter how messed up she thought it was, or how wrong.  She picked up both Reggie and Regina and smiled down at them, combing their minds to discover they were both ravenously hungry.  She shook her head and set to work tending her family.

I Just Want to Make Things Right (2/3)

Mirin felt her father's uneasiness at the sight of her.  She gave an inward chuckle, Gilean never was good at hiding his emotions. He insisted on refreshing her, and though she didn't feel any need for it, she allowed her father to lay on hands to heal up every bit of ache and wear on her soul.  She was grateful - the statement she'd come to make was certain to wear her down.  "Tell me, what is  it Mirin."
'Dad... it's about Sanria and you... and Colin,' she telepathed.
"Me, Sanria, and Colin?"
'I know you and Sanria got married and you're together but... I  don't... I don't think it's the way it's supposed to be.'
"You don't think it's the way it's supposed to be?"
'She's supposed to be with Colin, Dad.'  And pain came onto her father's face. 

She couldn't meet his eyes, knowing that she was crossing a line that wasn't hers to cross, but she conjured up the image of Mr. Stone pacing and lost.  "How do you determine this?" Gilean interrupted.
'You're good at being alone, Dad... and... you haven't been much of  a Dad.  Colin... he isn't good at being alone.  Even though he's got  me and Orn and the babies...'
"Look, Mirin... I know I've had some tough times.  I'm so sorry for  that.  I'm doing everything I can to be a better father... and grandfather. How... how do you figure I'm better at being alone then him?"
'You've done it and... you have a place to go and something to do with your time.  You go lose yourself in healing people.  You have a way to be alone and not be alone... Colin... doesn't.'

Gilean stared at his lap and Mirin felt more guilty than ever before. She did love her father, she did care.  But the idea that he was behind the tear down of the Stones was too much.  She'd grown up knowing Orn's mother and father.  They were together, always. 
'This was supposed to be how they got back together, Dad... He went away to get fixed and now he's fixed...'
"I'm sorry if I've been a bad father to you Mirin... so sorry.  I don't mean to have hurt you.  But if you think I should be punished because of that..."
'Punished?  No... no it's not a punishment, Dad.  It's making things right.'
"Making things right?  Mirin, things finally are right for me.  Velentham's gone, Sanria's back, Matinus and Nioma have a whole family, and Sanria and I are going to have a baby."
'... then... fix it Dad... let her go where she belongs.  Colin's a great dad... he would be great taking care of the kids.  Even Matinus.'
"Mirin, it's not Sanria and Colin anymore.  Sanria is my wife.  She had chosen to be with me.  I'm sorry if Colin  is missing something, but what you're suggesting... I would be missing everything.  Even my own son."

I Just Want to Make Things Right (1/3)

Mirin and Orn had moved in with Colin - forever Mr. Stone to Mirin. It was a little strange being back at the cavern, now her home, and dealing with two infants that were utterly dependent on her.  She fit in with the routine better than many her age simply because she could communicate with her children already.  She went into Reggie's mind to soothe him with vivid images of bears, and went into Regina's mind in turn with images of butterflies.  They, in turn, sent images back to their mother - their needs and desires.  It wore her out to be in constant contact, but no one could ever say she wasn't a vigilant, attentive mom.

Then there was the issue of Colin, Mr. Stone.  He adored the babies, even if he was concerned about their size.  He busied himself with their care when Mirin needed a rest, and even when she didn't, when he came around the babies sent out images of a large smiling face and the sensation of complete immersion and protection.  But when the infants were sleeping and the cavern was quiet, Mirin could sense the restlessness in Mr. Stone's heart.  She'd grown up seeing Mr. Stone and Mrs. Stone together, Colin and Sanria.  The guilt she felt was the fact that it was her father that was driving a wedge.

Now, after a bit of time, Mr. Stone seemed even more agitated and tense.  He paced more without realizing it.  His jaw was more set, and the eyes that watched the babies were more distant.  Mirin chose at that point to talk to her father.