“Well what’d ya do to the pudding cup to begin with?” Cyndwella says while stretching.
"What do you mean? What did I do to her? Are you talking about why she refuses to see me?"
Jorge gave Cyndwella a long sigh as he slumped back into his chair.
"Well. It is the main reason I left Whitemarch in the first place. Well... A little more than a year ago, while I was away. A group of mercenaries arrived at my home. They were sent to stop me before I foiled their employer's plans. Unfortunately for them it took them longer to reach me than it too me to reach their employer and well. Well that also meant that I was not home when they were there and. Well I am certain that you know what happened as Ne'zon is the only survivor of that confrontation. I arrived too late and there was little I could do to stop them."
Jorge went silent as he looked out the dusty window to the moon out in the sky.
"Well. Some elven rangers found Ne'zon out in the woods and brought her to the hospital where she was treated. I stayed with her for a moment but it was not long before I went out looking for those who wronged me. One of them lingered in town and I caught him celebrating the other was a neighboring farmer who led them to our home. In my rage I murdered him... and now his son will mostl likely hunt after me seeking revenge.
"I was perpetuating the cycle of hatred and vengeance in Whitemarch and I had to get away. In my quest for retribution I abandoned Ne'zon in that hospital, to an empty home full of broken dreams and nightmares."
“Good job, asshole.” Cyndwella scoffs without mercy. “No wonder she’s pissed at you!”
“Cynd-“ Marcus chimes in.
“The girl needed you more than ever and you left her to deal with the shit alone!” Cyndwella floats to standing position.
“Cyndwella.” Marcus calls again.
“Un-fucking-believable. Guys like you are the reason girls like me get so fucked up. You should’ve grieved with her first and sought retribution later! Or if you couldn’t wait, ya should’ve hired Marcus! He’da hunt down those cunts and hand delivered em to ya! Just when I think I couldn’t be more disappointed, you go an-“
“CYND!” Marcus barks.
“WHAT?!” She shouts back.
“Enough.” Marcus’ gruff and aggressive tone subsides to a more gentle, but still tough tone. “Jorge made a mistake. Just like everyone does. Even me. He’s here now, right? And trying to fix it. So let’s not focus on what’s happened and instead focus on the present.”
“Hmph.” Cyndwella scoffs turning her head. “Fine. But ya better do right by the pudding cup this time. She’s a cute girl and deserves better.”
"No Marcus. It- I deserve that. I deserve every criticism and critique that I am given. How else am I supposed to grow as a person if all I hear is the good."
Jorge broke contact and looked down at the floor as the memories of his actions were brought back up.
"Yes I should have stayed with her. Yes I should have asked for help but rational thinking goes out the window. I wanted to hear the languished cries of those who harmed my family, my children. I wanted to..."
Jorge's voice became low sinister as he spoke. His fists clenched up and his teeth gritted but his body refused to hold onto that anger. Just as quickly as his temper arose it plummeted down into nonexistence.
"I apologize. I did not want you to see me like that. I am trying to turn a ew leaf right now. "
“What? You have an anal prolapse or something?” Cyndwella raises an eyebrow.
“It’s fine Jorge. After all I think you’ve seen me lose my cool more than once.” Marcus says almost magnanimously.
"Thank you for understanding."
Aigis sensing a lull in the conversation stepped forward and inserted herself into the conversation.
"Pardon my intrusion. I have prepared a room for our guests and was wondering if you would like to rest now? We do have an early morning tomorrow."
“What do you say Cynd?” Marcus looks over his shoulder at his levitating wife, as she checks her nails.
“I want a bath first. I sleep better when I’m squeaky clean. Aigis, dear, please draw me a bath plenty of bubbles.” Cyndwella gestures as if she was royalty. “I’ll also need your assistance.”
Marcus looks to Jorge and shrugs.
"There's an issue with your request mam. We do not have water nor the capabilities of warming it for your bath. I can pull you some water from the well but it may not be to your liking. Would you like me to draw you that bath?"
Jorge piped into their exchange to offer them another option.
"Perhaps we can go into town tomorrow and see if we can get utilities and food back in this place or maybe we can stay in town? We were going to go there early anyways."
“Water is water, I’m not worried about it being from a well. Please do draw me that bath, let me worry about the warming part.” Cyndwella smiles, shifting her attention. “No can do ironass. This Wisp needs her bath, otherwise I don’t sleep so well.”
“That’s actually true Jorge. Cyndwella can really snore.” Marcus says matter of factly.
“No worse an attribute than your excessive farting whenever Eva makes a meal with mushrooms in it, Schmoopy.” Cyndwella jabs.
“I can’t help it Cynd! Mushrooms give me gas!” Marcus turns a shade red.