The New And The Familar

[Theodren Galanos]

The First Part Of This Log Began At The Lily; I wanted To Keep It All Together Instead Of Breaking It Up In One Very Small Portion Versus A Very Large One Since There Was A Need For A Change In Bolt Holders.

Ren = Theodren had made the better part of the day busy with trying to find out what sort of men was needed where. He had the skills of a warrior, a ranger, but he also could make use of his skills as a tracker and a hunter. Killing the the animals and harvesting their meat and their pelts to sell to whom ever wished to purchase them. As he came to the Gilded Lily, he wondered if Moira would be up for spending some time together outside of the establishment. It was cool, but not nearly as cold as it had been the night before. He tethered his steed just outside before making his entrance, checking with her before he would go and put the horse to a stall. With a roll of his shoulders and the door closed behind him, he began to let his eyes search for her. -d-


Moira = Moira was up in her room after tormenting the poor man she had sort of met in the sitting room of the house. She never had gotten his name but she figured there would be time for that later, if he was here to do the books for Shaden and keep track of the expenses of running the Lily she figured he would be around for a while. Going through the clothes in the dresser and the chest and the wardrobe too, she scattered clothing everywhere. Indecisive today on just what she wanted to wear. As lovely as all the gowns she now had were, sometimes she didn't want to put on something that could take up to and past an hour just to get into it then lace up, tie up, button up and all that rot. She stood there, considering even to just pull on the breeches and a top that required no help to put on and was comfortable, if very unappealing, to wear. "Hmmm..." More gowns that made a rainbow of colors on the floor, her bed, and other pieces of furniture - depending on where they landed - were strewn about. [d]

Ren = As he stood there in the main room, one of the other courtesans eyed him only to wink and make a suggestive comment for him to switch to her. He smirked and asked where Moira was. The woman stuck her nose up and pointed to the stairs, indicating she was up in her room. Theodren smiled, thanked her with a bit of a sarcastic grin and moved up the stair case and to the door of her room. A large handed lifted, knocking and waiting for a few moments in hopes to hear her voice granting him permission to enter. Another courtesan passed by and laughed. "You don't have to knock really, just walk in if she's under contract to you." Theodren just stared. "That does not matter when it comes to respecting a person..." He flatly replied to her only for her to scowl and move on. -d-

Moira = Moira was amid clothing in her room, all but buried in gowns mostly. She heard the knock, yet before it the mumbling of voices and then a laugh. She shook her head, rolling her eyes, sometimes a few of the woman here could be so trying. "Come in!" Half shouted out, she had no want to be energetic just now and if she walked to the door to answer it, that could have taken a while for she would have had to pick up the clothes first. She certainly would not just walk over them all, some of the gowns didn't even belong to her. And she still hadn't been able to decide what to wear though she was not lounging about the mass of clothes naked, she had the one robe she owned on, that emerald green one. [d]

Ren = At hearing her voice, he turned from the passing woman now leaving and entered into Moira's room. His brows furrowed as he saw clothing all over the place. A brow then arched as he looked to her. "Having trouble deciding on what to wear?" He would have added to that the fact it wouldn't do her any good, she'd be out of it eventually. However, he'd keep that thought to himself for the moment. "I came by to see if you wanted or maybe needed a ride to the markets and maybe get out of here for a time. " He stated as he folded his arms over his chest, not wanting to walk further inward in fear of stepping on... clothes. -d-

Rosalind = Oh, it was a perfectly cold day and she wanted nothing better than to lounge before a fire with sweets! The sweets she could manage, filling a platter with pastries stuffed with jellies. The fire, however, might be better enjoyed with some new company. She might also feel a little less guilty -- after all, if she was sharing, she couldn't feel quite so bad about eating the entire tray's contents, could she? Entering through the front door, she handed the platter off to Gerda and hung her cloak up at the peg, and then went in search of that fire. *

Aislin = When was the lady healer not busy with every day life? Having to be restrained here in Turas Lan was not the worse thing that could happen, but it did cut her off from her baby daughter, yet Aislin did not seem so phased by it. She had her duty and would continue to do it even as Eamonn was away at war. How many dresses have been ruined with the blood stains from men and women screaming out for mercy as accidents still happened, animal attacks were still at a high rate and of course, people had fights among themselves even as their nation was trying to keep it's head above water. Removing the gloves from her hands, she passed that and the apron into a pile of bloody rags as the other lady healer passed her by so the items could be washed or burned depending on what was faster. Slender hands and arms were dipped into a bowl of hot water to wash away the gore and blood of the most recent victim to their own axe and a failed strike. The axe had been so deeply embedded into the leg, that Aislin had no choice but to remove it. Thankfully, the male had passed out in mid saw. Eyes drifted up to Roac as he washed his own hands before heading back to the task at hand. Soon, they would have to go to the market for more spices. As soon as they were cleaned up.

Moira = Gaze turned toward him, no mood from last night had carried over to this day, perhaps because his way of helping her 'lower her tone' was so very effective. She nodded to him while that made her clothing decision for her. The comfortable clothes it was. The breeches and long, though warm, top and boots to go along with it. All other clothes were scooped up and laid on her bed. Gerda was such a neat freak that Moira knew well when the woman saw the clothes on her bed they would be hung or folded up and put away neatly. She dressed quickly, getting out was something she had needed badly and last night didn't count for how miserable that entire night had gone until the end of it. Tossing her robe on the bed with the other clothes, she picked up her cloak and tugged it into place, moments after boots followed, then a wirn pair of gloves for use outdoors, and quickly enough she was ready to go. This was a bonus to regular clothes versus gowns, dressing was a near hour faster. "Ready when you are." [d]

Ren = The large male stood aside, watched as she removed one set of clothes only for them to be replaced by others. " I'm taking that as a yes." He stated with a grin. He then watched as she just piled everything up on the bed or to one side of it along the floor. He was glad to see her choice of clothing was something that she would find comfortable and given the fact the kind of day it was, more apt to take to getting dirty without worry. When she said she was ready, he opened the door and asked. "Have you a horse or will we both be riding mine?" It made no difference to him. If she had one of her own and wished to ride it he was okay with it, or if she had none and would have to ride with him, he was okay with it as well. Fact was, they were headed to the same destination, together. "And is there any place you'd like to go to first or just the markets?" He inquired as they were now moving down the stairs. His eyes quickly saw another not known to him yet. Though he was the silent type until he got to know you, he nodded to her. <Rosalind> -d-

Rosalind = She had a few more errands to run before returning to the castle, but when Gerda looked like she needed a seat, Rosalind wasn't one to complain -- she held out the platter and smiled warmly when the housekeeper took a pastry for herself and one for later. Without anyone familiar indoors today, Rosalind stayed just long enough by the fire to warm her hands before she thought it best to carry on with her tasks for the day. She gathered her cloak and fastened the clasp, pulled her gloves back on, and gave the outside a rather despairing look. She could not wait for the return of warmer weather, of longer days, and green! Gingerly patting her hair back in place beneath her wimple, she caught her reflection in the glass and chuckled. She was likely the most modestly dressed woman ever to enter the Lily, but as she often came bearing pastries and sweets, such things were usually overlooked. Rosalind was as unchanging as the rhythm of the tides, and some found that eternal quality a comfort. She turned from the window, and spotting the platter of pastries left out, snagged one more for the road. It was as she was biting into one of the pastries, she heard voices coming down the stairs. Spotting the gentleman and the Lily, she dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief and inclined her head, rather than smile -- the pastry was chewy! Finally, she swallowed. "Good day, both," she offered. *

Moira = "I'd brought a few here after I fled Gaven's house, I wouldn't leave them there to burn, but they are still under the care of the stable hands to be sure they are healthy since he abused everything in his possession." She clamped her mouth closed after giving that bit of information on the horses. Sticking to answering his questions more directly instead of going into drawn out explanations. "I will need ride with you this time. And I don't care where we go, I just want to get out." She too saw Rosalind and wiggled her fingers in a wave to the woman, Moira didn't know her but that was no reason to be rude. "Evening to you." And keeping her steps with Ren's, he was taller so he covered more distance but fortunately he wasn't moving at so swift a pace that she couldn't keep up with him. [d]

Ren = The Greek male nodded with her reply that came first and he glanced back to the woman bearing pasties, or had rather. "Good day to you as well." He greeted back in the deep baritone voice. He then looked back to Moira as Rosalind was also seeing herself out into the chilled weather. "Well, let us be on our way." He added as he held the door open after Rosalind stepped out so that he and Moira could follow. Once outside he moved to stand to the dark brown horse tethered near by. He'd offer to help her up if she needed it and if not, well... he would wait for her to get settled before mounting the equine himself. "That bored are we?" He asked teasingly being she made the comment of not caring where they went just as long she was out of the Gilded Lily for a time. -d-

Moira = She stepped out of the house along side him once through the door. A brief nod given to his question. "During the days at least." She now took to following him to the horse, she may dress like a lady while she was luring in med.. or trying to.. but she had been raised around horses and she put her foot in the stirrup and lifted up into the saddle rather easily. Glancing over down at him now. "I think I'm suffering from a bit of cabin fever. The days do not agree with me as well as the nights have been lately." [d]

Ren = Theodren glanced about as Moira climbed on to his horse before he followed. He was settled in front of her and took to the reigns. He pulled and gave a click of his tongue before the brown beast would began an easy steady pace as it was steered in the direction of the markets. There was no need to rush there and back, this was just to pass some time and have it spent with one another. And if she needed anything while they were out, now would be a good time for her to collect it. Make use of the day that's given to you is what he always told himself. "If you're hungry or thirsty later on, say so and we'll stop somewhere for one or both." He said as they continued to ride along a well beaten path. Again, as he had come to notice lately, several pairs of eyes staring at them as they passed. More than likely focused on the male of dark skin and dressed what some called a heathen. Theodren ignored of course, laughing to himself on the inside. -d-

Rosalind = Rosalind mounted her own horse with the assistance of the stable boy. She had compensated remarkably well to the injury that left her with such an awkward stride, but mounting was still rather difficult. She ended up following the pair from the Lily, though kept somewhat apart from them, recognizing their need to enjoy one another's company without intrusion. If she spotted something on her list, she managed to buy it from her saddle, tucking her purchases into a saddle bag and carrying on at an enjoyable pace. She did wonder about the gentleman of dark skin, as they were so rare in Argyll, but one could not really say the same in Skye, could they? She found him interesting, rather than stare-worthy, as there were so many other things worth staring at in the markets. *

Aislin = After cleaning up as much blood as possible from herself, she changed out dresses to put on one that was more clean and better suited for the outside world. Once she pulled her cloak on, she headed for the streets to walk along with Roac and three of the riders of Eohmark. Like it or not, Aislin was still under house arrest of sorts, even though she could not get back to her home per say. Aislin's pace was steady and firm as she moved along the cobble stone while holding her cloak up onto her head to shield her face from the cold as much as possible. It swallowed her slender frame up, making it into a thicker hood as if she were the reaper himself. The men behind her were in full armor of the riders, while Roac was more at eased in his tunic, breeches and a vest as he moved along side her. Not a word was spoken as they headed into the market place to pick up more spices and herbs. There was always need for more.

Moira = She had one hope, that being that he didn't put the horse to a trot, she had no where to put her feet and the motion of the animal in that gait would have her teeth ready to fall out of her skull. She held onto him over the back of the saddle, with his body heat and the heat from the horse as well as her cloak all combined she was quite warm, not near to freezing as he night stroll back from the Briar Rose had been. No notice of anyone gaping at him or the horse had been paid attention to, she was simply happy to be outside and by luck she paid attention just enough to hear him. "Alright." Speaking over nodding, and nod wasn't something he could have seen with her behind him in the saddle. At this moment she was not the least hungry, the cold air was invigorating though and perhaps by the time they reached the markets she would have built up something of an appetite. [d]

Ren = As they continued on their course, Theodren looked to a few others that passed them by or walked along side them. He could hear the fair hoof beats behind him from Rosalinds own horse Though he kept his gaze forward. As he felt the arms of Moira wrap around him and hold on to him, she gave her reply verbally other than nodding. Up ahead, he noticed a woman with several men around her and had to wonder if perhaps she was of noble blood. It wasn't often women were seen with so many escorts. As he and moira neared her on his horse, he slowed the pace just until they were only a few feet behind. The last thing he needed was for one of the men to turn around and think suspiciously of him , especially if she were a noble or some other important figure of this city. -d-

Rosalind = Rosalind barely recognized the woman amidst the escort. When the wind fluttered the woman's cloak, Rosalind finally saw who it was and inclined her head politely, offering a smile if Aislin's eyes made contact. She stood her horse aside as the lady physician neared, in case there was some pressing need and she would only find herself an obstruction. *

Aislin = Aislin's men were not so stiff that they would believe any man a threat, but they were watchful and with good reasons. Roac, seemed to have his face in a book, only knowing when to turn and go where he was by Aislin's hand on his arm or out of the corner of his eye. As they ventures closer, Aislin did notice a few she recognized. Rising her head up, she saw Rosalind upon her steed and gave a nod in return. Rarely did Aislin smile, unless she was drinking. It was neither friendly nor rude though as Aislin had little res ponces to people in general. Still, a word could be spoken. ``Evening Rosalind. How fair ye?`` Pausing on the side of the cobble stoned path, she turned her face as Roac did the same and noted the two on the horse that had been behind them moments ago. The female looked familiar, but the male was unknown. Only a nod was given to them as well, where as Roac smiled and went back to his book.

Moira = Being the one who wasn't in control was so blissfully easy. No control over the horse, the direction, nothing. It made for a much more at ease ride than normal. She felt the horse underneath her slow its speed of motion. Her cornflower hued gaze landing on the woman and her escorts. Aislin was a familiar person to her, though not formally known so far. Well, from up on the horse and nearly swallowed by Ren's larger size so that she was perhaps not even noted on the horse with him yet but once moved in to position of passing she nodded to the whole group. She didn't speak more than necessary, it was too cold for that. When she were no longer outside or had a hot drink to keep her throat from aching due to the chilled air, then she could and would speak. [d]

Ren = As they neared both Rosalind and Aislin along with the men that followed behind, he turned to look down at them. Nodding in silence as he had no clue to who she was, yet. The large Greek male could feel Moira behind him settling more and perhaps she knew of these people. So he kept the pace of the horse slow and steady should she wish to speak with them. He would occasionally glance forward, making sure not to steer them in or over anyone if the horse was smart enough to do that himself. He glanced back over his shoulder to Moira, his way of questioning her if she was needing him to slow up, stop or was ready to dismount to shop. As he awaited some sort of reply or response, he moved his gaze forward once more. -d-

Rosalind = "I am well, indeed. Cold, but well." She pressed her gloves temporarily to her cheeks, then returned her hands to the reins. She was a decent horsewoman, but her slight anxiety over her last adventure on horseback had apparently given her mare all the permission she needed to sidle restlessly to the right. "All is well with you and yours, my lady?" Roac's attention to his book was thoroughly amusing. Accused of sticking her head in one too many books as a child herself, and occasionally walking into a wall when too engrossed in the work, she understood the fascination, but it was an odd sight indeed. "I have just come from the Lily. I thought to leave some pastries for the ladies before attending to some errands of my own. How go things in the infirmary?" Rosalind liked to keep busy. She felt useful when she was productive. But she stopped short at wondering if Aislin similarly enjoyed a busy day. That was a bit morbid even for the Norman lady's tastes. *

Aislin = Had they been in a more secluded place, Aislin may have asked the male who he was, for she had not seen his face about. Was it really her place to question anyone she felt was new to the city? No, but the one thing Aislin had and full of it was curiosity. ``That be good to hear Rosalind. Please, ye may call me Aislin. There be no need for a 'lady' title here. All be as well as can be with the war and such looming.`` The lily? Aislin was going to go there soon as well to give some medicines out along with more private things the women would need there. Roac rose his head and gave a polite smile to Rosalind. ``Evening, do forgive me. My interest are placed within the book deeply it seems. Pardon me ladies.`` Roac moved off towards the local quill and ink store to buy more products of worth. Aislin only gave a nod at her right hand's leave before her attention went back to Rosalind.``Aye, the lily. Ah shall be heading there meself here in a few. Need to stop and drop of a few items for the Madam. The infirmary is as it always will be. Full of chaos and pain.`` She said matter-of-factly. If it was odd, Aislin did not seem to notice. She was trying her best to not go into details, as her husband said it was vile and not many people wished to hear of such a gruesome part of life and duties. ``Does Beathag nay give her ladies in waiting escorts?``

Moira = Moira directed Ren toward the shops, she had not ridden in a while and long rides would not agree with her muscles. As he directed the horse to a stable for public use she swung her leg over the back of the horse and was out of the saddle before Ren could even bring the animal to a halt. Leaving Ren to deal with unsaddling the horse she began to drift to glance over what open air vendors were trying to pawn off on any patrons today. Sometimes they offered some bargains, other times they seemed to rob many unsuspecting people blind. She had learned enough, after being here a good six months now , about what to avoid and how to make purchases, it was a skill that took some time in learning and even now she was still learning it. [d]

Rosalind = "Quite all right," she responded, returning her attention to Aislin. "Ah, habits, they are hard to break. Aislin, then." She considered the lady's next few words and shrugged lightly. "I was to have one, but I'm afraid I feel a bit selfish today. I took off before one was formed, and will likely hear of it upon my return." She'd always had an independent streak, often showing as recklessness, something that simply didn't match Rosalind's usually sober personality. "Well, I should be moving along. If we may find some time, I would enjoy sharing a cup of tea and some conversation with you, Aislin." After excusing herself, she turned her horse back in the proper direction, and continued along her way.*

Francesca = Small... little dots in the snow made a lengthy path from the Inn toward the Market Place. It was a blustery night to be sure, the wind whipped and chirpped about the corners of the quaint buildings only to regard Francesca with a blast in the face pushing the hood of her cloak right off her head! "Oh poo!" Delicate fingertips snapped quickly at the ragged edge of black wool and once sequestering it between finger and thumb, she slumped it forward with an agitated little feminine growl. She pulled it close around her small nose; it was cold! Closing her eyes, heavy lashes of chestnut silk kissed the rosy tint of her cheeks and as she opened them once again, the beautiful warm sienna color pierced the night once again. "How can anyone run out of candles?" Her words coming in honeyed tones graced with a heavy French flavor. She cursed herself for forgetting them earlier in the day. She couldn't go without light! She was reading diligently upon the papers within a worn leather satchel, papers that held scattered remnants of her history and family. Francesca would press on through the streets, looking for anyone that could sell her a few candles. (d)

Aislin = Aislin rose a narrow brow up at that comment. Tea and conversation? Aislin's conversations were not suited for a woman as elegant as Rosalind, but she gave a nod in any case, not sure it would actually come to pass as it were. Ocean eyes watched the woman as she left and then the other as she moved from the back of the horse, leaving the male to do as he pleased. Moira...that was her name. The sound of another speaking to themselves, had Aislin turn around to see the wind catch the hood of another lady and blew it right off the top of her head. Eyes narrowed as she looked to the figure, unsure what to think as she stared. Serena? ``Serena?`` Her voice was a question as the woman passed, though it was hard to really remember much from so long ago.

Francesca = Francesca had more or less been watching where she placed delicate foot rather than who or what was around her. Her Knight apparent had told her to be careful, to not go out by herself, to not let people...see her. Francesca didn't understand why. Was she unpleasing to the eyes?? She'd begun to think so although she'd never considered herself a beauty to begin with. She'd seen women of Court... well... seen them in portraits or betrayals of their images depicted within a book. It was then she thought of the mocha skin of the woman she'd met at the Inn. She was so beautiful, her skin like velvet kissed by the days sun. People... she could feel them close as she stepped to the side giving wide birth to the small entourage of men and a woman? She heard the voice and as she passed them by she lifted her head and turning, the warm sienna of her eyes would regard the woman calling for someone named Serena. Heavy lashes as if birds wings all a-flutter kissed the soft blush of her cheeks as her hood was opened slightly allowing her voice to be heard. "Non... non Madame..." That smile, it spread upon lips of sweet pink allowing dimples to marr the perfection of her cheeks. Her voice... like cream pouring over silk would purr as her gloved hand dotted herself. "Fran...cesca..." (d)

Aislin = If the woman had not been Serena, why did she sound and talk just like her? That was of course until the woman turned around and was closer as she spoke to Aislin in return. The accent was one Aislin had heard before, but hell if she knew the language. There was barely a mark on her that was different from Serena's. It may have been a long time, but Aislin could remember the faces she had met. More so one she saw nearly every day for a long time. Both brows rose up high as the woman said her name, which was very different from Serena. ``Fran-cesca? Are ye sure that be yer name?`` Forgive her for believing other wise, but it was hard to really say at this point. Aislin studied her face to see if anything sparked a bell for the woman. Nothing it seemed. ``What be ye last name Fran-cesca?``

Francesca = Francesca... A small little thing indeed, her stature noticed even through the heavy wools she was wrapped all snug within. Delicate... dainty... as if a humming bird had taken human form. She was exotic looking, especially around the eyes. Almond shaped and brilliant as if the inner light within them was a glimpse at what Heaven may hold. "Oiu Madame..." The "r" within her own name said with a rolling twitter. "Frran... cesca." The French beauty would tilt her head gently allowing the hood of her cloak to bloom, her angelic features the flower, her lips, the petals. She was sweet in her mannerisms and even though she felt on the spot all the sudden she would answer. "St Claire Madame..." She took a single little step back within the snow laden street as the woman's brows went up making her look slightly menacing. "Is there something... wrong?" Francesca looked at the men surrounding this woman, she seemed important. (d)

Aislin = Oh there was something wrong alright, but Aislin could not place her finger on it. Why did the woman look, sound, act and smell like Serena, even sharing the last name, but not be Serena. Serena had never said she had a twin, not that Aislin could remember. Her firm and thin lips pressed in a solid line as she stared at the woman while she rolled her R's in a odd way and spoke as if she were moving with the words. ``That be interesting. Ah knew a woman by the last name of St Claire years ago. Ye look like her, sound like her and even smell like her, but nay be her. My name be Aislin Creed. The woman ye be reminding me of is Serena. She was from France ah believe, but married a male from the Highlands. A prince. Ah take it she be dead now though...so ye can nay be her. Highlands was over run and it's people had fled here to Skye.``

Francesca = Serena... the name clicked but only because her Knight apparent, after saving her from a band of dastardly men in black, had called her by that name. As the woman spoke of knowing someone by that name and the fact that Francesca looked like her, sounded like her and... smelled like her? With that Francesca dipped her head only slightly and inhaled her own aroma. Did she stink? Sniff... sniff. She then regarded the woman, Aislin, a dark brow of chestnut silk raising in question. "Sir Alazerus... he spoke this name to me when he first found me on my way to Inverness..." Her voice was a little shaky now, was it nerves or the cold? "Why do people keep asking me of this woman...Serena? I am not she, I do not know her." This was a stranger, a perfect stranger but Francesca being Francesca... was an open book, it was part of the young woman's charm. "I seek one..." The "r" trilled again. "...Rrrenard DeToulier. Do you know of him?" OH please say you do, please say you do! Francesca's thoughts rushing through her mind. "We have been searching for him..." (d)

Aislin = The woman was even as weird as Serena had been. Yet another name to throw out there and help the remembrance of the past. ``Alazerus is alive? Myself and others believed he be dead. Why were ye going to inverness when war broke out over there? People keep asking ye about the woman, because ye and her look like twins. She shares everything ye do, save ye accent be greater then her own.`` Aislin thought hard on her question. ``Nay, ah do nay know who he be. Ah know Alazerus, but nay this other person ye ask of. Have ye been to inverness? Why be ye here in Skye then?``

Francesca = The darling little thing all wrapped in wool felt "on the spot", as if the eyes of the entire world were all boaring a whole into her forehead. A few blinks of pretty eyes brought a sound reply in a precious voice. "Oiu.. Madame... Sir Alazerus is alive." Her little gloved fingers gently drummed with one another as she tried to answer all the Lady's questions. She was very... business like! "I have no twin Madame... I've been an only child all my life." Francesca's French heritage coming through within the flavor of her words. "Yes... but Sir DeToulier was not there but word had been left that..." Sparkling eyes darted from left to right as she stepped closer to Aislin as if she were to share a secret. The soft scent of roses having been dipped in honey illuminating the air about them. She would whisper. "...he'd come to SKYE." She leaned back and nodded sagely, a dark curl falling to frame her pretty face. (d)

Aislin = If only Aislin was business like. Blunt and to the point was a better way to work it with Aislin, for she did not stress the small things and wanted to know the answers right away if there were any. No twin, then why did she look like Serena? Aislin was not biting, but she had no proof other wise at the moment. Both women stood off to the left of the street as people passed them by. Aislin's riders were silent, paying little attention to the woman as they spoke and more attention to the street. Roac had wondered off into the book hall area and Moira had vanished after dismounting from the gentleman's horse, leaving him to tend to it alone. ``Ah do nay know of this person, but ye can go and see the Duke and Duchess. Ask for a court meeting of sorts and see if they would know of him. Turas lan is facing war at the moment and ye may nay find ye answers just yet. Ah would suggest checking around the Traveler's rest as well. Many people check into there when they first come to Skye.``

Francesca = A genuine smile bloomed upon lips of precious pink as Aislin made the attempt to help her find out the answers to many questions and this Renard DeToulier. She was thrilled that she'd found out a little bit of information! How exciting! She couldn't wait to get her candles and go back to the Inn to await the return of her Knight. "Thank you so very much for such information!" Francesca almost squealed and suddenly darted forward and wrapped Aislin within her ribbon like arms applying a warm little kiss to either of her cheeks. Francesca was very innocent even at her age, she'd not spent much time anywhere but tending sheep and helping the old woman who cared for her. "You have been so very kind!" Francesca would take Aislin's words to heart and ask Sir Alazerus about meeting with the Duke and Dutchess of this beautiful City. (d)

Ren = Theodren had dismounted and held his steed by the reigns while Moira went from shop to shop looking things over. He was doing what men do when women were shopping...
staying to himself and let her do her thing. He would begin to idly walk about a few steps here, a few steps there. His eyes occasionally returning to where the others had been and still were about. His chin lifted in observance but he made no advancement toward them nor did he call out to any in order to gain their attention. The tall dark male simply stood back and watched while he waited for Moira's return. -d-

Aislin = Was Aislin ever confused? More so when the woman wrapped her arms around her and hugged her, then smooched her on the cheek. Aislin's face stayed blank, as the affection was placed on her without permission. She did not scold the woman, but when she pulled back, Aislin straightened her cloak and gave a nod to the woman. ``Ye are welcome. Be safe.`` Roac returned from the book store as Aislin watched the woman walking away. ``I missed something..didn't I?`` Aislin's eyes looked to Roac, with that calm face. She was not amussed. Actually she was not much of anything. ``Aye. Let's get what we be needing and head back.``