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The Sept of the Three Old Oaks
Sunday dinner at the O'Rourke house 
8th-Jul-2008 10:26 am
((OOC: This post is intended for irene_drake, and takes place in the downtime between the July 5 and July 19 tabletop sessions))

In the O'Rourkes' dining room, the air smells pleasantly of good food. Mrs. O'Rourke makes her way around the table, passing out beverages and dessert, and for a time the chattering of the family and their guests is stilled as everyone enjoys the food.

As he finishes dessert, Niall pushes his chair away from the worn old wooden table with a satisfied sigh, smiling at Irene and her mother. "What did I tell you, ladies - there's not a person alive who can duplicate Marion's blackberry tarts." He gives his wife an affectionate smile and a good-natured pat on the rear, which earns him an indulgent smile in return.

Once dessert is finished, Niall gives Irene a meaningful glance and then addresses his wife. "Marion, love - you've done enough for tonight. Irene, would you be a dear and help me clean up here, so your mum and Marion can have some time to chat in the parlor?"
11th-Jul-2008 01:40 pm (UTC)
((Sorry it took me so long to reply))
Irene meets his glance a little nervously, and nods when he suggests she help with the clean up. "Of course." She pushes back from the table and gathers up a reasonable amount of dishes to carry, then heads for the kitchen, wondering if she will be washing them or just rinsing them off and putting them in a dishwasher.
12th-Jul-2008 12:44 pm (UTC)
Niall gathers up more of the dishes and leads the way into the kitchen. He takes a place at the sink and starts the water running. "Wash or dry?" he asks conversationally.

Once the tasks have been divided between the two of them, he lowers his voice so it won't be heard beyond the two of them. "Now, mind telling me the purpose of these visits?" He grins. "Not that we don't enjoy the company, but I hear you and your mum've been chatting up my sister, too. Something one your mind?"
12th-Jul-2008 03:09 pm (UTC)
Setting her dishes in the sink carefully so as not to splash water all over, Irene replies "Dry. I always worry I'm not getting them clean enough when I wash."

Irene sighs at the question, and nods. Keeping her voice low she explains "It's sort of two things, actually. Part one is just to make sure my mom is making friends. I mean, I got her to move down here to get her away from a very real danger, but she doesn't know that, and I can't tell her. I guess I want to make sure she's happy here since it's my fault she had to move." She pauses, and sighs. "Part three is a little iffy. I've heard rumors that there is a Rite known mostly to members of my tribe that allows you to make someone who isn't kin into kin. I'm trying to find out more, and see if I can find someone to teach it to me, but from what I've know you have to tell the person first, and I when I explain the whole 'Werewolves are real, I'm one, so are many of these people I've been hanging out with, and most of the rest are kin' thing, I want her to know the people involved and have friends she can talk about it with."
13th-Jul-2008 03:21 pm (UTC)
There's a long pause as Niall apparently digests Irene's explanation. "Being Kin is a big responsibility," he says finally. "You'd need to teach her what most of the other Kin around here learned when they were just wee ones. And it wouldn't necessarily make her any safer - she'd be expected to help us out, just like all the rest." His expression turns serious. "Can she be trusted to keep our secrets safe?" He locks his gaze with Irene's to impart the seriousness of what he's telling her. "If you're not certain that the answer is 'yes,' she's better off not being Kin."
14th-Jul-2008 12:17 pm (UTC)
Irene looks thoughtful at the first part of Mr. O’Rourke’s statement, but meets his gaze without flinching. “I am who I am today because of her. She taught me how to be trustworthy. The veil protects us, but it also protects humanity from us, and I can’t see her breaching it once she understood that, even if it were just strangers involved. Furthermore, she would never do anything to that would harm me, or betray people she considers friends. I just want to make sure she has time to make friends with kin and people in the sept so that her initial reaction isn’t that I’ve joined some sort of cult, and that I need to be protected from you.”

She pauses to dry off a few dishes, and then meet Niall’s eyes again. “As to the other things, I realize she would have a lot to learn, but so did I. I still feel like I don’t know half of what I should about being gar—er, what I am. I’m hoping that I won’t be the only one teaching her, because a lot of the things she would need to know I don’t have the slightest clue about. But my mother is a quick learner, and she’s got a lot more common sense then I do, and I’d rather have her learning what she needs to know then completely ignorant. I recognize that the knowledge wouldn’t make her safe, and that she would be expected to contribute just like everyone else, but I think it would make her safer. I don’t trust the BSD’s not to make her a target even without her knowing, and if she does know, I can tell her not to go to Montrose and Melrose alone, and she’ll know where to go for help or to help others in an emergency.” Irene looks down at the dishes she is drying, and sighs. “And dammit, I want her to know that my father didn’t leave because he didn’t love us.”
15th-Jul-2008 01:22 pm (UTC)
Niall digests that, then nods at the last. "Can't fault you for that last," he says. "Family's important, after all."

He rubs at a particularly stubborn spot on one of the plates. "But it's you who'll need to make the first move to tell her. She's more likely to trust your word than a group of new acquaintances, no?"
17th-Jul-2008 03:44 pm (UTC)
Irene nods. "I know, but I don't want to start until I'm ready and capable of doing the rite. And I think there's more to it then just telling her and doing the rite, I believe I need permission from my tribe, before I can do it, so I'm waiting to hear what I need to do, or they need to do, for that to happen."
22nd-Jul-2008 08:30 pm (UTC)
Niall nods. "So now you wait," he says. He looks thoughtful. "'Tis a rare and precious gift, bein' Kin," he says, slipping into brogue. "See that you keep her close after it's given." He pauses. "There are tales of Kin who've gone astray - most of 'em aren't happy ones."
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