Wenn & Wolf Tales

wwe0700
Session Start: Fri Jul 11 1997
*** Now talking in #WolfKeep : (((((Simon was hiding/living in a secret nook behind shelves in the library))))) :
* Wenndolyne looks about the great hall then slips into the Library
* Wenndolyne hisses in a whisper "Simon..."
* Simon whispers back, "Hi."
<Wenndolyne> Only, Wolf and myself here, but he’s preoccupied... would you like to come out?
<Simon> In a minute...let me go back in and get some stuff.
<Wenndolyne> okay
* Wenndolyne wonders what stuff and if he plans to drag all his toys out into the great hall or something
* Simon turns and climbs back into his hole and closes the door.
* Simon climbs back out of the hole, dressed in a little blue suit, that matches his eyes and carrying his teddy bear.
<Wenndolyne> Well, don't you look the gentleman. Why so dressed up?
* Simon looks down at the bear, "The trial."
* Wenndolyne knows but cares not to think of it
* Wenndolyne nods
<Wenndolyne> I think that will do nicely
<Simon> I dunno, Wenn. What if...
* Wenndolyne swallows a huge lump in her throat
<Simon> What if..they...
<Wenndolyne> What if....
<Simon> ...decide I did it...that I'm mean...
<Wenndolyne> What if we celebrate with cake and ice cream....
* Simon frowns and shakes his head, never refusing cake.
<Wenndolyne> I don't want to think about the other what if's Simon
<Wenndolyne> There can be no other outcome
<Simon> You...think that I'm mean?
<Wenndolyne> I could not... I will not lose you
<Wenndolyne> NO, my little one
<Wenndolyne> I know you are not mean
<Wenndolyne> You are my angel
* Simon wipes his face with his hand, takes a breath and nods.
* Wenndolyne kneels before her little Simon in his blue suit to match his eyes
* Simon looks into Wenn's eyes sadly....nervously...
* Wenndolyne brushes his hair into place with her fingers, swallowing hard again and putting on the best smile she can... but it is weak
<Simon> Let's have some cake. <knowing that she needed to hear that>
* Wenndolyne stands and turns from him so he cannot see what she can no longer hide in her face... worry & sadness
<Wenndolyne> Let's do
* Simon takes Wenn's hand and follows her, pulling at his tie a bit with the other hand.
* Wenndolyne goes with Simon to find plain cake with no icing and 2 glasses of milk, only half filled
* Simon sits down and looks at the cake for a while, playing with it with his fork
* Simon cuts his cake slowly and takes the first bite.
* Wenndolyne sighs sadly at her plate of cake
* Simon sighs as he slowly chews
* Wenndolyne looks at Simon
* Simon stares out into space, thinking...
<Wenndolyne> You don't have to eat that just for me, you know
* Simon looks at Wenn, as if pulled in from some far off place..."No..I want it..really." and takes another, bigger bite.
* Wenndolyne reaches out and softly puts her hand on his arm "Only if you want it so... Simon"
* Simon pushes his fork through the cake, mashing it a bit and then licks the fork off slowly.
* Wenndolyne draws her hand back puts her elbows on the table and rests her chin on her hands
* Simon repeats the action, enjoying the feeling of mashing the cake.
* Simon brings the fork to his face, stares at the mashed cake for a moment then eats it.
* Simon sighs and continues to eat
* Wenndolyne smiles a weak but soft smile watching him, memorizing everything about him... and hoping
<Wenndolyne> ((cloak wants in shall we? or not?))
<Simon> ((If ya want...do you want him alone for a while?))
* Simon finishes his cake, probably the slowest he's ever eaten anything.
* Simon plays with the crumbs on his plate for a while...
* Simon sighs and speaks quietly, "Wenn...I'm scared."
* Simon 's eyes fill with tears as he looks at her face.
<Simon> Real scared.
* Simon 's bottom lip quivers and he slumps over onto her shoulder.
* Wenndolyne scoops him into her arms and hugs him tightly
* Simon begins to whimper and then sob
<Simon> I'm soooo scared.
* Wenndolyne rocks him and tears fill her own eyes "Sshhh... I know, little one, I know"
* Simon sobs, holding tightly to Wenn
<Simon> I don't wanna go!
* Wenndolyne pats him and rocks and closes her eyes, wishing she never ever had to let him go
* Simon cries and cries...letting out all of the feeling he's held in.
<Simon> Don't make me!
* Wenndolyne whispers hoarsely "But we must clear the air. You cannot hide or run forever."
* Simon cries loudly at Wenn's words, "No! I don't wanna..." knowing that he must.
<Wenndolyne> ssshhh... just for a moment... pretend you don't have to
<Wenndolyne> just for a moment...
* Simon shivers in her arms, shaking...afraid...but quiet for now.
* Wenndolyne stops to try to get her voice back
<Wenndolyne> pretend you are my Simon and I can hold you and protect you from anything
* Wenndolyne rocks
* Simon takes deep breaths, trying to stop the tears...then starts again, knowing that she can't protect him.
<Wenndolyne> just... pretend with me that I never have to let you go, my Simon
* Wenndolyne sobs despite her efforts not to and hugs him tightly
* Simon holds Wenn tight...trying to comfort her too...the two sobbing together...both afraid.
* Wenndolyne rocks and quietly hums a little tune broken by her coarse voice, tight throat
* Simon quiets slightly, trying to listen to Wenn's hum...trying not to think.
* Simon sniffles some....listening to her hum...his breaths short.
* Wenndolyne 's humming evens out and she stills her sobs and just rocks him as if all the rest of the world did not exist... for at just this moment, it doesn't
* Simon closes his eyes, feeling only Wenn's arms around him...hearing only her hum
* Simon takes a deep breath...thinking of happy things.
* Wenndolyne brushes his hair with her fingers
* Simon opens his eyes and moves to sit up.
* Wenndolyne smiles remembering the feeding frenzy in the firehall where she tossed cookies while he ate disgusting combinations and they both wound up in the fountain
* Simon slides off of Wenn's lap to stand next to her then turn to face her.
* Wenndolyne lets him go reluctantly and looks at him as she wipes tears from her cheeks
<Wenndolyne> Yes, Sir Simon?
* Simon wipes his eyes on his sleeve, "It's time."
* Wenndolyne tries to maintain her smile but it is little more than a solemn face she wears
* Simon looks down and turns from her, walking toward the door.
<Wenndolyne> Can't I go with you?
* Simon shakes his head, "No...I have a friend...I should go alone."
<Simon> My friend will take me...
* Wenndolyne stands
<Simon> Too many folks want me...
<Simon> ...dead.
* Wenndolyne cursties with all decorum and flourish to Sir Simon while trying not to cry again
* Simon gets a small grin on his face that disappears instantly and bows to Lady Wenn.
<Wenndolyne> Then, Sir, I bid thee.... farewell... and shall see you later this evening before our victory in court
* Simon nods...and leaves quickly.
* Wenndolyne slumps back into her chair, lays her head on the table... and finishes the tears she started with him
* Simon ((takes a breath))
<Wenndolyne> ((later))

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