A Warning

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 5th September 2019
Series: The Hallmaster's New Wife

Characters: Thayde, Fingoran
Description: Thayde approaches Fingoran about his brother's inappropriate comments regarding Enamra.
Location: Dolphin Hall
Date: month 13, day 3 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Enamra

Thayde

Even though Thayde was exhausted from pulling infirmary duties, night
duties, and spending time with Enamra, he cut his sleep time short to get
up in the morning and make his way down to the weaver's workshop in
the Hall. Thayde had hoped that after the incident in the parlor,
Fingoran would have backed off and redirected his attention elsewhere.
Apparently that was not the case. Not only was Finlon making
inappropriate comments about Enamra, but he was saying that Fingoran
had designs on his wife. Whether true or not, Thayde was going to put
a stop to the nonsense.

"Fingoran," Thayde said as he entered the workshop and found the
journeyman. "Do you have a minute?"

Looking up from the loom, Fingoran, blinked, then frowned, pulling a
heavy strand of yarn from his lips where he'd been holding it. He
glanced at his loom, then back at Thayde before sighing, setting down
the shuttle and rising. "A scant minute. If you're here about that
order, it's not due for at least another sevenday. We've got several
working on the sewing right now."

"It's not about the order," Thayde said waving off his concern. "But
it is about you inviting my wife out and then your little brother
telling other apprentices that he's leaving hickeys on my wife's neck
and that you're going to persuade her to leave me."

Fingoran took a slow breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "My
brother is a hormone-addled teen. I'll dish with him about that. As
for the rest, yes, I did invite her out onto a boat with my brother,
but I've never said anything about making her leave you. " He glanced
around at the other journeymen and apprentices in the shop. "Look,
this is all a huge misunderstanding. "

"Is it?" Thayde challenged, brown eyes searing. "Do you make a habit
of inviting married women out alone with you and your brother?"

Fingoran kept his voice down, his jaw tightening. "No, I don't. But,
he has a thing for her and I'd do anything for him. It's not about you
at all. I've never seen him that interested in a girl. And when she
said that you..." He exhaled through his nose. "Look, I have no
interest in her myself. She's not my type." He stressed that softly, a
flick of his gaze towards his fellows. "I have an image to maintain."
He spoke through his teeth.

"Wait," Thayde held up a finger. "First you tell me that you're
helping your brother try to hook up with my _wife_ and now you're
telling me you have an 'image' to maintain?"

"Come outside." Without waiting to see if Thayde would follow him,
Fingoran stepped out of the weaver's building and went to stand by the
corner, jaw tightening and releasing.

Narrowing his eyes, Thayde followed the weaver outside.

Fingoran waited until a passerby left, then looked at Thayde. "Yes,
I'm trying to help my brother. What use is a girl her age to you if
you can't satisfy her? She as much said that you didn't. My brother
could, even though he's young. I'm not saying she should leave you or
anything like that, but Faranth, they're young kids. Put her on the
teas for all I care. He'll lose interest in a month or so. As for
me..." He took a deep breath. "Look, we're not from here.
Certain...preferences weren't allowed. My preferences. My brother
doesn't know, so I have to maintain this fecking image of a ladies
man. It may be more acceptable here, but not to him and he's all I
have. So if I spoil him or help him, so be it. It's nothing against
you personally."

Thayde could feel the tic in his jaw starting. "You're suggesting I
let your sniveling, pimple-faced brother sleep with my wife? While I
turned a blind eye?" He wanted to put his fist in Fingoran's nose like
as he had Doroon. "I don't have to explain my relationship with Enamra
to you, and what goes on in our bedroom is private. If your brother
continues down this path it will be the last thing he does. Are we
clear? Make sure he fixes his attention on someone else."

Fingoran's eyes narrowed. "You hurt my brother, I hurt you. It's that
simple." His jaw tensed just as hard as he straightened. "And should
your wife choose him?" He arched a brow.

"You could try," Thayde growled. "Can you not hear how ludicrous that
question sounds? She is my _wife_ the choice was made when she and I
signed the marriage contract. I'll take care of my wife, and you'd
better take care of your brother before I do."

"Fine." Fingoran snapped; Thayde was a Master and had far more pull
and sway than he did here. "I'll take care of it."

"See that you do." Thayde couldn't believe Fingoran's audacity nor
that the man was using his womanizing mannerisms to hide his
sexuality.

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