Ep 217 Script

S: (whispers and ky hears) they’re...married? (in awe)

K: (whispers back) that certainly...explains some things.

S: it’s not really explaining the sudden glacial temperature in this room, though.

F: Ree, sit down.

R: no, if my family can’t respect my decisions, then I won’t show them any respect by dining with them.

RM: respect? You run off with some ____, return saying you’re Bonded, and then disappear for years, only to return as if nothing’s happened, bringing her along with you, and you don’t even afford me the respect of wearing proper attire to dinner!

R: enough. I’d hoped that years apart would’ve given you the clarity to look passed your prejudices and see the bigger picture, but i can see that this was all just a waste of time.

(leaves, Farrah follows.)

RD: Reenara – come back at once –

(door shuts behind them. Everyone sits awkwardly in silence. Ky and Scra worried)

S: (should we -)

K:( no, i think theyve got some things they need to work out, too)

RD: (clears throat. Scra feezes next to him) Scra, was it? I didn’t catch your Flock name?

S: it’s – uh – Eldwode, sir.

RD: there’s no need for honorifics here, son. We’re all of the same ilk. Eldwode, hm? There’s a name I haven’t heard in decades. I thought the line was ending with that old grey-feathered Crow – I didn’t realize he had an heir?

S: I – uh –

K: he’s Unclaimed. Lord Eldwode has kept him away from society. He has no interest in the politics, as you know.

RD:...Indeed. And Wik tells me you two are...Mates? I must confess, I such a match...strange.

Scra looks down, cheeks flaming, hands clenching, waiting for him to be told he’s not good enough for ky.

RD: I mean, an Osprey? For the Unclaimed offspring of a Crow Lord? Tell me your father didn’t approve such a match.

S: he –

K: We were Bonded in a secret ceremony. Thewy were never close, so Lord Eldwode has no idea.

RD: ...there seems to be a lot of that sort of secrecy permeating from the cracks of all households at the moment. Enough of it all – I’m famished. Wik, bring the first course.

Scra exhales, hands clenched on thighs. Is startled when ky brushes his hand against his. Look up to see Ree’s bro watching them.

RB1: (smiles)done worry, only 7 courses to go.

Farrah chasing ree

F: Ree! Wait! Just –wait –

R: Sorry, i couldn’t stand being in there while they talked about you like that –

F: why are you apologizing? It’s not like you were the one saying it

R: but i never stopped them before, either. We used to just sit through it when they started going off like that, and then we just ran away to Kooup instead of actually dealing with it. Kind of like i’m doing now, i guess. Wow, i really haven’t changed at all, have I.

F: the old Ree wouldn’t have stood up for me like you did back in there.

R: Icarus, why were you even with me in the first place if I treated you like that?

F: Because I loved you. It was that simple, at the time.

R: it was, wasn’t it? We were in our own little world for a while. (looks at wing) but then things caught up with us. and my failings made you a target, again.

F: ...do you want to know the story? About how the Doves tore my wing off?

R: Farrah –

F: im going to tell you, anyway. And I’m not going to spare you the details.