The daughter of Eöl smiled shyly at Dairon from under her eyelashes, her cheeks flushed gently. An almost convincing impression of a shy, well-bred maiden. Almost being the operative word, her eyes glittered too proudly and mirthfully for any courtier worth their salt to believe, and the truth of Sulirhos’ personality was revealed as soon as he told exactly that.
Throwing her arms up and groaning loudly in chagrin, “Ughh! Why must I learn these things in the first place, can I not simply be my honest self?”
As she flailed about with irritating grace, she dislodged and mussed about her carefully woven braids.
“Sulneth, thy true and honest self would bring shame to thy family and send all aside from kin away screaming.” As he spoke, he reached over to her and dragged her nearer to himself so that he would be able to fix her hair.
Sulirhos mumbled under her breath about how all but close kin were cowards and liars.
Dairon snorted but did not refute her claim.
Young as they were, the twin children of Eöl the Dark, and Aredhel Ar-Feiniel, were as wise and craft skilled as their father, and as canny, swift, and sharp as their mother. But Sulirhos was not savvy in the court or with gifts of the mind as her brother was. Instead, she found the truth like a scent hound and could track and claim any quarry in any field from any distance. Sulirhos suddenly pulled away from Dairon’s hands, “I’m bored, I do not think I will be able to do much more lying today,” she gave Dairon a genuinely pleading look, “Wouldst thou playeth for me?”
Dairon huffed half-amusedly, beginning to doubt his ability to correct Sulirhos’ court behavior, but both his uncle and great-uncle had asked for his aid, so nonetheless, he must try.
“Perhaps thou shouldest turn to thy brother for behavioral inspiration.”
Sulirhos’ face split with a triumphant grin, “Well, that means we must be done for the day, for my brother is a field with our father. so I cannot draw inspiration from him!”