The little house that Melehan found is nearly done now, doubtless due more to the fact that it was nearly complete when he found it than to any particular skill on the part of his brother or himself. They were bred for war, not carpentry, after all ( Read more... )

Melehan has come in search of his brother. He looks merely vaguely determined-- which is to say, far less forbidding than he usually does, and certainly less so than the last few times he has come up to the Mansion. This may be change enough to inspire the more daring (or perhaps just the more sociable) to attempt conversation, but he certainly ( Read more... )

Melehan is, at very best, displeased. His sheathe empty at his side-- there's no telling where the sword has gone-- he storms across the Mansion's lawn with a dark expression on his face through which bears a strong resemblance to the Orcadian side of the family.

One can try and talk to him-- a civil response isn't guaranteed.

With some time to think over what his father and his brother told him, Melehan has grown more confused and frustrated rather than less. He now moves purposefully through the trees, though he could name no purpose were he asked ( Read more... )

Since Melou made known to him the Mansion's food situation, Melehan has gladly taken to setting off by himself and bringing back whatever edible looking things he can find. It's something to do, and it's something important, both of which suit him just fine ( Read more... )

Melehan has come to the Orkney's house a time or two, but always with Melou there. Now, without him, he stands at stiff attention at the door and knocks. He may seem purposeful, but in truth, he hasn't any at all.