The room is in absolute chaos, even Sabina, who had been so patiently watching with that amused expression of hers, seems appalled, her chair back from the table, scowling at her grandsons, shouting something at them. Honestly, there's so much shouting and noise going on that Trita can't even single out a single voice and sentence.
Aleric is saying something, Naemi is saying something to him as she pulls him back from the table protectively. The two of them huddle together inside the wings that extend from her back as if this is a serious, dangerous situation they need to ready themselves for.
Jurrien is out of his chair, seemingly as upset as Dolan, but he backs up slightly instead of lunging forward as Dolan had in attack. Unlike their father, Lunath and Shand have also stood up and backed away, more yelling at Dolan to stop than Jurrien who is yelling at Kvanne for being an incorrect idiot of some sort and other more colorful words.
Trita is the only one at the table at this point, staring wide-eyed at the scene, not because of what Dolan had done but because of what Kvanne had said. Ruined this family? She... Kvanne really holds that level of blame over her head? Maybe the better question is could he be right? Jurrien does have a job, he works for her, but it's not like it's phenomenal pay or anything. The only point she can see wrong in that is calling his relationship with Cazmi "casual" because those two are anything but. They're so completely hooked on each other and anyone who took five seconds to watch them would see that.
But. What he said about Dolan... She blinded him and tied him up... Did she ruin his life when she left? She knows it hurt him, about as much as what he said that night hurt her, but did she ruin him? Did she screw everything up for him, make him isolate himself from his own family, cause this tension to grow for years? Is this all because of her? Trita chews hard on her lip.
A small voice tries to speak up through the chaos, somewhat sticking out in her mind, but she's so lost in her thoughts that she has no clue where to turn to even find the voice's owner. Naemi looks over to Yvaine, eyes focusing, trying to read an expression past the shadow of her long red hair.
"Yvaine...?"
Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, Yvaine of all people acts first, reaching out and grabbing Kvanne's arm, pulling it back to keep him from following through trying to return Dolan's attack. Honestly, she's not the strongest, she probably couldn't actually hold back any true attempt of a punch like that, but the shock Kvanne feels from her desperately grabbing his arm like that makes his fist stop mere inches from Dolan's jaw.
She sniffles to herself, shoulders shaking, pressing her face to Kvanne's side, mumbling something into his shirt.
"I... I just wanted everyone to get together... I just..."
The sound of her trying to speak through her hiccups and sobs is heartbreaking, it's the sound of something very pure and good-intentioned shattering on the floor beneath uncaring boots. It's such a flip from what the tone had been that the entire room falls silent and listens.
"I just wanted. I wanted us to get together and be a family... I want us to be a family bef-before, for the baby... I just."
Trita sits back in her chair, not expecting this twist in the drama at all. Even Naemi, who had been trying to help Yvaine wrangle all the family together for months now, is caught off guard, leaning in to hear better, make sure she hadn't misheard anything.
Kvanne looks so rigid, like he may never move again, letting her cry into his side, trying to coax her into lifting her head so he can hear her better. Yvaine listens, but not in the way he was expecting. She rips herself away from him, lips quivering, hands balled into fists, clutching the fabric of her dress tightly, eyes red and tears still streaming down her face.
"I'm pregnant! I w-wanted to let you all know I'm pregnant. That's what I've wanted for weeks now, that's ... That's all I've-"
There's something angry in her expression for just a moment that gets choked out by an even more upsetting look of defeat and heartbreak. She doesn't wait for anyone to say anything, she just turns and runs out of the room towards the more closed off, isolated formal foyer, throwing herself down in the obviously rarely-used couch, clutching a pillow to herself.
Aleric is saying something, Naemi is saying something to him as she pulls him back from the table protectively. The two of them huddle together inside the wings that extend from her back as if this is a serious, dangerous situation they need to ready themselves for.
Jurrien is out of his chair, seemingly as upset as Dolan, but he backs up slightly instead of lunging forward as Dolan had in attack. Unlike their father, Lunath and Shand have also stood up and backed away, more yelling at Dolan to stop than Jurrien who is yelling at Kvanne for being an incorrect idiot of some sort and other more colorful words.
Trita is the only one at the table at this point, staring wide-eyed at the scene, not because of what Dolan had done but because of what Kvanne had said. Ruined this family? She... Kvanne really holds that level of blame over her head? Maybe the better question is could he be right? Jurrien does have a job, he works for her, but it's not like it's phenomenal pay or anything. The only point she can see wrong in that is calling his relationship with Cazmi "casual" because those two are anything but. They're so completely hooked on each other and anyone who took five seconds to watch them would see that.
But. What he said about Dolan... She blinded him and tied him up... Did she ruin his life when she left? She knows it hurt him, about as much as what he said that night hurt her, but did she ruin him? Did she screw everything up for him, make him isolate himself from his own family, cause this tension to grow for years? Is this all because of her? Trita chews hard on her lip.
A small voice tries to speak up through the chaos, somewhat sticking out in her mind, but she's so lost in her thoughts that she has no clue where to turn to even find the voice's owner. Naemi looks over to Yvaine, eyes focusing, trying to read an expression past the shadow of her long red hair.
"Yvaine...?"
Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, Yvaine of all people acts first, reaching out and grabbing Kvanne's arm, pulling it back to keep him from following through trying to return Dolan's attack. Honestly, she's not the strongest, she probably couldn't actually hold back any true attempt of a punch like that, but the shock Kvanne feels from her desperately grabbing his arm like that makes his fist stop mere inches from Dolan's jaw.
She sniffles to herself, shoulders shaking, pressing her face to Kvanne's side, mumbling something into his shirt.
"I... I just wanted everyone to get together... I just..."
The sound of her trying to speak through her hiccups and sobs is heartbreaking, it's the sound of something very pure and good-intentioned shattering on the floor beneath uncaring boots. It's such a flip from what the tone had been that the entire room falls silent and listens.
"I just wanted. I wanted us to get together and be a family... I want us to be a family bef-before, for the baby... I just."
Trita sits back in her chair, not expecting this twist in the drama at all. Even Naemi, who had been trying to help Yvaine wrangle all the family together for months now, is caught off guard, leaning in to hear better, make sure she hadn't misheard anything.
Kvanne looks so rigid, like he may never move again, letting her cry into his side, trying to coax her into lifting her head so he can hear her better. Yvaine listens, but not in the way he was expecting. She rips herself away from him, lips quivering, hands balled into fists, clutching the fabric of her dress tightly, eyes red and tears still streaming down her face.
"I'm pregnant! I w-wanted to let you all know I'm pregnant. That's what I've wanted for weeks now, that's ... That's all I've-"
There's something angry in her expression for just a moment that gets choked out by an even more upsetting look of defeat and heartbreak. She doesn't wait for anyone to say anything, she just turns and runs out of the room towards the more closed off, isolated formal foyer, throwing herself down in the obviously rarely-used couch, clutching a pillow to herself.