Forging of a Friendship [Elenora & Elyan] May 25, 2012 18:52:56 GMT -5
Post by cherryblossom131 on May 25, 2012 18:52:56 GMT -5
He felt a little relieved when he heard Elenora's answer. Gwen was always naturally optomistic and just overall strong. It was that strength that Elyan couldn't help but be glad of. It was probably what helped her through the years where he failed to be there for her. Only Gwen could wake up every morning with a smile on her face despite everything she had gone through. "But overall you sister always seems to make the best of everything." He smiled at Elenora as she once again described the Gwen he knew. "She always has and I'm very glad of it." Gwen had never really envied people who were better off; she'd always been grateful for everything she had. She'd often scolded Elyan in their youth when he hadn't had quite the same train of thought; she always tried to keep him in line. He still felt the guilt of leaving her heavy in his heart, but at least she hadn't fallen apart or been completely miserable in his four year absence. That was definitely something, he guessed.
Elyan tried to pull himself from his thoughts. He was with a customer after all, but he'd been caught slightly off guard by her question. "No I don't mind," he began. He thought to himself for a moment, how had things been with Gwen. A little tense to say the least. He'd settled in Camelot somewhat but at their home things were still a little strained. He had yet to talk to her, really talk to her properly to release the tension that had built in their relationship since he'd come back. He was too afraid that it would just make things worse and just turn into an argument that he really didn't want to have. "Umm, it's a little strained now but I think it'll get better." He paused for a moment. "I hope it'll get better. Quite frankly I'm not quite sure." It was still early days but whenever they were in a room together and he'd find something that belonged to his father no matter how small and insignificant he'd see the pain on his sisters' face. Even when she tried to hide it. He sighed to himself, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do or how he could help when he knew that if he tried he'd surely just make everything worse. It seemed it was what he was good at.