*waits for the party to quiet down a little*

Caranthire? Could I have a talk with you?

[EDIT] *waits*

*feels pretty bad about jumping to conclusions*

*wishes he didn't make such an idiot of himself in front of that Vala chick*

SHIT!!!

*carries Ingwe up to bed and attempts to clean and bandage his head wound*

*wonders if he should run for a healer, but doesn't want to leave him*

*frets*

[EDIT] *sits outside on the steps in the moonlight smoking, completely unnerved*

*sighs*

That sure didn't last long. . . :(

*walks down by the river and stands on the bank throwing stones in*

*pulls on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt*

*goes for a walk in the sunshine, wondering how his assorted family members are doing*

[EDIT] *after a somewhat unsettling conversation with his mother, stops in the park to sit and smoke, watching the sunset*

*waits*

( :D:D:D )

*gives up on landscapes*

( *focuses on portraits* )

*takes a walk over to the Mindon to see how the work is progressing*

*thinks it still doesn't look as . . .erect. . .as it used to*

*sits at the breakfast table smoking and drinking coffee*

*waits for Ingwë to get up*

*absolutely cannot sleep*

*goes out, sits in the park and listens to the night birds*