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((This is my first attempt at writing some of Calandra's background. I hope I did not overstep any bounds with using some titles, all of them are relatively minor and is not intended to affect anything in Cormyr or Sundren))
Somewhere in a frontier keep in Cormyr…
“Certainly Lord Grinde there is no need for Calandra to be married, what profit is there for you…” ”Profit Captain?” Lord Grinde turns around, his face purple with anger. He walks closer to captain Gleamblade, pushing his face right into the captain’s. “How dare you try and tell me what is important to me and what’s not?” “You know nothing, nothing of politics, captain!” “So don’t even start to pretend you know what’s important to me!”
Lord Grinde turns away and starts to pace. “Go ask you’re wife, she at least has some inkling of how politics works, she at least had the foresight to play the politics of the country properly by organizing a future for Calandra and you’re family…” Captain Gleamblade bites his tongue as he lets the obvious insult slip by. It was his decision not to get involved, hoping above hope that he could free his family from the destructive cycle of politics. But he knew his wife was ultimately right for what she did…Even if Calandra didn't.
“Your family cannot survive such a political set back as this, Captain.” “Openly defying my son, me, by backing out of this deal that you’re wife and Lady Grinde organized.” Lord Grinde drives relentlessly on; he has no time for this. “You’re sons’ commissions are based on this marriage, more importantly you’re retirement is based on this marriage captain…”
“Don’t threaten me in my keep, Lord Grinde!” Captain Gleamblade steps in front of Lord Grinde, his face flushed with anger, holding the Lord’s stare. “You will no…” ”Oh hush captain!” says Lord Grinde, waving his hand dismissively. Lord Grinde turns away and takes a deep breath, catching his composure again. “There is no need for this captain.”
“You know as well as I do it’s a question of time before you’re too old to do you’re job properly.” “You’re one of the few competent frontier captains of Cormyr, but you know as well as I do skill will only take you this far…” “Its just a question of time before you’re age will make you fail…and no political alliances” Lord Grinde turns around and stares hard at Captain Gleamblade, knowing he was driving home his point.
“That lovely spot you’re wife picked in Suzail?” “Certainly you’re looking forward to a deserved retirement in peace in quiet?” “You’re sons futures secured…” Lord Grinde let’s the comment hangs, happy that he was winning.
“But there, there captain.” Lord Grinde smiles softly to himself as he sees that he has pushed the captain as far as he dared. “I feel magnanimous today…I know Calandra ran away from home, from you’re family’s commitment…” Daring one last stab at the captain. "Calandra knows what is expect..."
Lord Grinde interrupts the captain rudely. “We can tell everyone that Calandra has been sent off to a finishing school…” “Such a thing is not unheard of for girls with an unhealthy and adventurous spirit like hers?” “You just make certain that Calandra is ready when the time comes...”
Somewhere in a frontier keep in Cormyr…
“Certainly Lord Grinde there is no need for Calandra to be married, what profit is there for you…” ”Profit Captain?” Lord Grinde turns around, his face purple with anger. He walks closer to captain Gleamblade, pushing his face right into the captain’s. “How dare you try and tell me what is important to me and what’s not?” “You know nothing, nothing of politics, captain!” “So don’t even start to pretend you know what’s important to me!”
Lord Grinde turns away and starts to pace. “Go ask you’re wife, she at least has some inkling of how politics works, she at least had the foresight to play the politics of the country properly by organizing a future for Calandra and you’re family…” Captain Gleamblade bites his tongue as he lets the obvious insult slip by. It was his decision not to get involved, hoping above hope that he could free his family from the destructive cycle of politics. But he knew his wife was ultimately right for what she did…Even if Calandra didn't.
“Your family cannot survive such a political set back as this, Captain.” “Openly defying my son, me, by backing out of this deal that you’re wife and Lady Grinde organized.” Lord Grinde drives relentlessly on; he has no time for this. “You’re sons’ commissions are based on this marriage, more importantly you’re retirement is based on this marriage captain…”
“Don’t threaten me in my keep, Lord Grinde!” Captain Gleamblade steps in front of Lord Grinde, his face flushed with anger, holding the Lord’s stare. “You will no…” ”Oh hush captain!” says Lord Grinde, waving his hand dismissively. Lord Grinde turns away and takes a deep breath, catching his composure again. “There is no need for this captain.”
“You know as well as I do it’s a question of time before you’re too old to do you’re job properly.” “You’re one of the few competent frontier captains of Cormyr, but you know as well as I do skill will only take you this far…” “Its just a question of time before you’re age will make you fail…and no political alliances” Lord Grinde turns around and stares hard at Captain Gleamblade, knowing he was driving home his point.
“That lovely spot you’re wife picked in Suzail?” “Certainly you’re looking forward to a deserved retirement in peace in quiet?” “You’re sons futures secured…” Lord Grinde let’s the comment hangs, happy that he was winning.
“But there, there captain.” Lord Grinde smiles softly to himself as he sees that he has pushed the captain as far as he dared. “I feel magnanimous today…I know Calandra ran away from home, from you’re family’s commitment…” Daring one last stab at the captain. "Calandra knows what is expect..."
Lord Grinde interrupts the captain rudely. “We can tell everyone that Calandra has been sent off to a finishing school…” “Such a thing is not unheard of for girls with an unhealthy and adventurous spirit like hers?” “You just make certain that Calandra is ready when the time comes...”
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