Stoatorian Guard Private Maybe You Won't Die Alone

As intoxicated as he was, Caden did a poor job of hiding the flurry of emotions that washed through him at the mention of Daniil. Keen interest and unabashed happiness warred with guilt, shame, and fear. He found his eyes welling with tears again despite his best efforts to keep his composure. Caden quickly blinked and looked away from Eirene.

"Fy faen," he muttered. "It's just going to be one of those nights."

Donning his glasses once more, the marten stacked his empty shots. "I'd love to invite him, but it's complicated. Care to get out of here, get some fresh air?"
 
Eirene nodded her understanding, fetching her coin purse and, after fumbling with this strange Vulpinsulan money, finally fetched out a ten gilder piece that seemed sufficient to cover her drinks and a tip. Once they'd paid the bill, they stumbled out a side door into a nicely kept alley, both finding that the alcohol hit them far harder once they were no longer seated.

"So," she managed, "why no invite Daniil?" Her head swam, and she had to lean against the wall for support.
 
Caden pushed his back against the alley wall and looked up between the buildings into the darkening sky. Stars had begun to appear, just visible through the thin, low clouds billowing in off the ocean. His body felt loose and free, the constant buzz of anxiety that usually plagued him completely gone. This is why he had to be careful with alcohol, he knew. It made life too effortless for a few hours. Emotions he normally kept well locked away flowed readily, and suddenly they did not seem so dangerous. His secrets and fears, dreams and hopes, all existed at the forefront of his consciousness, free for him to let out into the world. He wasn't looking forward to the come down.

"Why not invite Daniil, indeed?" He shoved off the wall and began pacing in front of Eirene, not in a particularly straight or steady line, but he managed to keep from tripping each time he turned. "Thirty years ago, Eirene. It was another lifetime. But coming back here, it's bled into this new life. Why can't anything be simple? Why him?"

Suddenly he pivoted and stopped directly in front of her, placing his paws on her shoulders. His words came out rapidly. "You can't tell Daniil, or anybeast else for that matter. Several of the Ryalors know, but they've kept it from him. Alwyn all but ordered me to hold my tongue, said the information would devastate Daniil. Which, I'm inclined to agree with him, now that I've spent some time with Daniil and heard how his mother's death impacted his life." Releasing her shoulders, he turned from her and paced away several steps before stopping again and staring upwards at the sky.

"Anithias used me. I was scared, so scared. My mother was dead, and I was so easy to manipulate. I wanted to do anything to cover up that fear, and anger was the easiest thing to turn to. I was eight and had already seen so much more violence and death than most beasts three times my age. Anithias fed me lies about my mother's death, about who was responsible. He armed me with the knife Daniil now carries."

Caden's shoulders slumped and he faced Eirene once more. "I killed Vaelora. In the chaos of that night I slipped in and assassinated her, leaving the knife sunk into her body. I was supposed to take out Daniil and his siblings, too, but I had to get out before I was caught. Thank 'Gates I didn't succeed in that." Tears had begun flowing uninhibited down his cheeks. "So what am I supposed to do with all this? Invite Daniil to a dinner party and keep the facade going? I like him, Eirene. How many other available males are there in Bully Harbor and somehow we find each other and I start falling for him? What are the chances of that?"
 
Eirene listened as Caden confessed in her, somehow managing to keep her expression... well, reasonably straight. She considered admitting to him that she'd figured out the situation weeks ago, really almost as soon as they'd met, but that seemed like the exact thing that Caden didn't need to hear right now. Instead she focused on his question, trying to figure out how to phrase what was going on in her head.

"I tink," she said slowly, still leaning against the wall, "is no coincidence dis happen. I no know you believe what, but Hanshimans, we believe de ancestors guide us. Perhaps Vaelora, she guide you two togetter for heal you bot'. What you did was misguided," she allowed. "You were tricked, like I was. If de ancestors see us, I am sure she see you no meant it. Maybe she bring you togetter for Daniil to forgive and you be forgived."
 
Caden began feeling more of the final dose of alcohol affecting him, and suddenly he found himself needing to sit. He did so against the wall beside Eirene, sliding down next to the jill.

"Ancestors, Gods, Fates, who knows what keeps this strange world of ours going?" He sniffled and wiped at his eyes under his glasses. "But if we've been guided together by whatever--" Caden waved a paw vaguely in front of himself, "--for healing, how am I supposed to tell him? I can't--There's no good way to do it. I've run it through my head over and over. He gave me the knife, for safekeeping. He trusts me. We've saved each other's lives. I don't know what I'm supposed to do to make this right."
 
Eirene was quiet for a moment, then slid down to sit next to Caden. "Maybe," she suggested slowly, "de first step is let him know you care. Is clear you love him, if use dat word no scares you. Maybe show dat first, den tell him later." A spark of an idea entered her mind, and she began to draw up an idea. "Maybe Bezine and I come cook for you two," she suggested. "Morgan keeps Asta company, and you have dinner wit' Daniil. Dat way if tings go bad, Bezine and I are dere to help rescue you."
 
Caden glanced sidelong at the jill, finding it difficult to fully focus his vision. "Love doesn't scare me; it's the loss and tragedy that seems to inevitably follow loving somebeast that scares me." He sighed and leaned his head on her shoulder. "But maybe you're right. You've got some years and experience on me. If you want to cook for us, I won't say no to that, though you'll be hard-pressed to keep Asta out of the kitchen; she's declared it her domain."

The marten chuckled despite himself. "Eirene Liu: Mother, Guardsbeast, and skilled Matchmaker. Why go through the trouble for us?"
 
Eirene nodded in understanding of Caden's point, and his fears. It was easy to believe oneself cursed, to withdraw from the affection of others rather than risk having one's heart broken again, or hurting others in the process. Bezine had been in much the same place when she and Eirene had met; in a way, they'd been fortunate enough to save each other. She hesitated at his question, struggling to figure out how to phrase her motivation.

"You are my friend," she settled on at last. "I want you being happy. Daniil too I want he is happy." She gave a small shrug. "Is dat no good reason? Happy friends are good for a happy life, I tink."
 
"That's a good philosophy, I suppose," Caden offered. Then, more quietly, "It's nice to have somebeast who wants to try to help me be happy. I feel like having that kind of friend can be a rare thing."

He reached over to pat her knee. "I want you to be happy, too, and Bezine and Morgan. Maybe all of us can help each other with that. The Fates know we need to find beasts who will stick with us through whatever this life throws our way."
 
Eirene smiled at the understanding and the generous offer. "I'd like dat," she agreed. "Is so easy in dis world to be mean. Is harder to be kind." She put her paw atop his and squeezed lightly, making sure to keep it platonic. She was 99% certain that he had zero interest in femmes, but she didn't want to give any misleading signals nonetheless. "If Asta wants to help in de kitchen, she can," she allowed, "dough I should warn, I and Bezine are big personalities when cooking. We have very strong opinions about spice. Are you and Asta like spice people?"
 
"All the traveling I've done, I've come to enjoy various levels of spice." Caden felt himself relaxing more heavily against Eirene. The catharsis of having confessed what weighted so heavily on him, and to have had her not only accept him but offer support, had brought on a state of deep restfulness. The copious amounts of alcohol likely did not help matters. "Asta, though, she hadn't experienced much in the way of spice until we got to the port city where we shipped out."

He let out a small laugh. "I think she's still deciding on what she thinks of it." Closing his eyes, he unselfconsciously nuzzled more deeply into her shoulder, not unlike a kit resting on their mother. "Mm, I could fall asleep right here, I think. You're very comfortable."
 
Eirene chuckled gently as Caden settled in against her. He was a bit old to be treating her as a mother figure, but she supposed that her current age couldn't be that different from what his mother's would have been if she'd survived. Besides, if she was to be the "mom friend" to him and Daniil, that was a role she'd readily embrace.

"I tink," she suggested gently, "dat if you fall asleep here, morning comes will not be comfortable. Please come," she invited gently, offering a paw to steady him so they could get to their feet. "I get you home, and give you drink water. I tink you need it."
 
Grumbling halfheartedly, the intoxicated marten allowed himself to be helped up. He slung and arm around Eirene's shoulders, continuing to lean on her as he rambled. "Home and water sound good. Maybe tea. Asta makes a nice lavender and chamomile tea with honey. She grows the herbs, too. She's very good at growing things."

He stumbled slightly as they exited the alley and laughed. "'Gates, Eirene, how did you let me get so drunk?"
 
Eirene laughed as she stumbled slightly as well, the world swimming. "I should ask you de same ting."

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Bezine, Eirene, and Morgan showed up at the Freemonts' door well before Daniil. Bezine and Eirene had brought a covered pan each, as well as a bag of groceries each with which to complete the meal. Morgan was empty-pawed, but had at least been badgered by her parents into leaving her leather jacket at home, instead wearing a nice male's style button-down shirt and trousers. Morgan actually bounded up the steps and knocked before her parents could ask, much to both of their surprise. "What?" she shrugged in their direction.

"Is different to see you want to be 'ere, zat is all," Bezine opined.
 
The door swung open to reveal Caden wearing a deep red button-down, the top two buttons undone, his sleeves rolled just above his elbows, and black dress trousers. A thin purple sash with interwoven gold thread was tied about his hips and hung down along his left side. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the open door. He smiled at Morgan and stepped aside, paw open into the foyer where a coat rack stood in the corner. The rack, while it held a pair of coats, also held two sheathed arming swords, a sheathed dirk, and a quiver of arrows. On the wall beside it hung a shield and two bows. Several pairs of boots and softer leather shoes were arranged neatly along the opposite wall, and a bundle of lavender hung from the lintel.

"Ah, you must be Morgan. I'm Caden, welcome in." Looking past her, he gestured to Bezine and Morgan. "'Gates, looks like you brought half market with you! Can I help you carry anything in?"
 
"Oh, nah, we're all good," Morgan assured him, patting his shoulder on her way in.

"Easy for 'er to say," Bezine grumped as she ascended the steps. "She carried none of it."

"I'm recovering from being wounded in the line of duty,"
Morgan replied breezily, lifting up a corner of her shirt to show a bandage bound over a patch on her side. "Doc said I wasn't to do any heavy lifting for another two weeks. You wouldn't want to cause your only daughter to start bleeding out her lungs, would you?"

"She's been using dat to avoid cleaning her room since she got back," Eirene remarked to Caden as she reached the top of the stairs, shifting her bags around enough to pull him into a one-armed hug. "Dank you for hosting us, Caden. Dis is my wife, Bezine, and you meeted Morgan."

"It's 'met', Mum," Morgan piped up.

Bezine gave her daughter a glare that, aimed another inch to the left, would have scorched the wallpaper. "Don't start wiz zat again," she warned, "or I personally drag you back to zat boat and zrow you aboard."

"It's a ship, Mother, not a boat." The youth stuck her paws in her pockets, looking about. "So, cool as you seem, Cade, I was told there was someone more my age around too, right?"
 
Caden returned Eirene's hug. He stepped further inside to allow Bezine and Eirene space to enter. "It's lovely to meet both of you. Thank you for coming. It's our pleasure to have you here, truly. I've been looking forward to this all week. And yes, my daughter Asta is just getting bread out of the oven. Ah, here she is."

The young jill practically bounded into the foyer, a smudge of flour on her cheek as she beamed at their guests. She wore a white blouse with ruffled shoulders and a long, dark blue skirt woven with patterns of white flowers. Caden introduced the trio. "Asta, this is Eirene, who I work with in the Guard, her wife Bezine, and their daughter Morgan, who is in the Navy as a crewbeast on The Golden Hide."

"
Hallo," Asta gave a cheerful wave. "Welcome to our home." Her Vulpinsulan had been improving quickly in the weeks since they had arrived, though her Varangian accent still came through, and she spoke with great deliberation. She put a paw on Caden's arm. "I finish bread. You need help?"

He shook his head. "No, I think we can get the food into the kitchen well enough. Why don't you and Morgan take some time to chat? It sounds like Morgan has some stories to tell from her most recent voyage."

Asta's smile widened as she turned to Morgan. "I love stories. Caden tells some, not ship stories, though. We can go to back courtyard, I show you my garden?"
 
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Morgan's ears perked up as she heard Asta's accent, her gaze turning slightly unfocused as she pieced it out. "Meeting you goodly like," she managed to piece out in Northern Varangian before smiling a bit sheepishly. "Sorry, that was rubbish. We weren't in Varangia long enough to really pick it up. I'd love to see your garden, Asta," she confirmed, moving to follow the jill.

Eirene and Bezine, in the meantime, headed in the direction of the kitchen, chatting all the while. "We made a roast," Eirene explained, "sage grouse wit' six spices and crumble cheese coating."

"And," Bezine added, holding up her own pot, "we made noodles to go wiz! Is a recipe we maked togezzer, combine Varangian spaghetti and 'Anshiman la mian."

"Plus fresh vegetables and fruit for salad and go on de desert," Eirene added, oblivious to the misplaced stress on the last word. "Is pie," she added for clarification. "Dat one we buyed; Bezine is a terrible baker." Her spouse playfully stuck out her tongue at Eirene before looking to Caden with a raised eyebrow.

"So," she added, "Eirene telled me you are seeing zis Daniil colleague of yours. Is brave of you, to date a Ryalor," she remarked. "I remember zem from ze old days. Zat family is pazza." She shook her head, adding, "I hope ze best for you boz."
 
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