The Birth of Dawn,the Coming of Davina (Open)

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

The Birth of Dawn, the Coming of Davina

"I HAVE A DAUGHTER! A DAUGHTER!" Adam couldn't be kept quiet. He took morning's herald from the crow, the churchbells, from the guard keeping watch who would cry the hour. He laughed like a man infected with such joy that he would share all of his possesions with strangers, but for this day that was fabled never to come. He was a father to a son of his heart, and held his own blood now in his hands in a girl-child.

I see the old world in you, and the new. You came at morning, and with you the rest of the world would awaken in a way tha' I will never forget. The winter sun looked like spring. What couldn't be done on that day was: you brought food with you, ships from the sea, warmth, and love from where you were made. My world was brightened by you, my Davina. My dream made flesh. Your father's first born, my little girl. I saw your sister in you, and I knew that Edme was in the arms of your grandmothers and all of them smiled on you.

Beathag's writing on the birth of her daughter[/font]


Adam: Adam sat in the library, reading the works of Socrates... why, he did not know, but he felt that he would gain ideas from him.... Oblivious to his surroundings, he was engrossed... until...

Beathag: "Is this what ye would 'ave wanted, Ah wonder." The images of the people, frozen in their hunts, dances, or poses of revelation didn't talk back to the constant admirer of many hours that passed; star drenched sky marveled the blue black expense on a rare cloudless night in winter. The season made the pricks of light so sharp that the edges of the glow could cut the Cullins down if all but one fell out of heaven. She should have been sleeping, but was not able to do so. She should have been resting, a woman little lower than a queen, rounding with life but instead stood to cast the shadow of her belly out across the slender for of Davina, mother of Adam. "Where tha' I could give ye untained lands. Would ye find wot we dae right? Would it seek approval in your eyes, lady-kin? M'mother speaks to me in dreams, she has spoken of you. What dae ye think of yer grandchild?" No answer came. Her mouth stayed closed in the perfect rendering of her lips. She was beautiful, delicate and whimsical. The very essence of the dove on her harp, where her mother had been a swan. Elegant and wonderful. A strangeness that belied grace. On the other endof the tapestry she stood, and out, in the stained glass playing a forever song. "What will become of us?" Little did she know in uttering those words what would come of it. Her hand, touching the threads of the tapestry pressed flat out against it and into the lines of the stone wall underneath. A clenching pressure exploded out into a fisure. This was next expelled in a sharp pressure that took her breath away. Unlike before, when it was but a sign of child seeming to want a wrong corrected, it came again! Aimlee, the caretaker of Aodhan, and another were in the lower circle of the Solarium when in the dim light the Duchess doubled forward. "My lady! What is the matter, what is happening? Come to bed..ye have upset yourself." "Nay..Nay tis different girl... AH!" She sucked in a mouthful of air and exhaled it in quick breaths before a longer exhale happened, soothing the cycle. "Gae out n' fetch the midwife tha' Aislin wished here unti..until she could arrive." "You're time is not for weeks yet, tis early!" "Gae, gae on! Ah know but...Mmmm dae as Ah say....is the Duke 'ere....mmmm!" Her mind's sense was being riddled with the urgent need of her body to become a vice. Aimlee went without a moment's hesitation out to find assistance, while the other maiden began to take Beathag's hand to get her to some place in the room of comfort. "I will get you out of the gown, your grace, loosen your hair, come..your grace!" Teeth gritted as the steps on her feet allievated the pressure, yet it was heavy, for the after effect of the first contractions was all but weakening, pleading to be made lower. The child wanted out. "Ah'll be fine...Ah!" When her hand went out again it was caught by Aodhan, who had no liking of his mother's pain, but understood that his sibling wished into the worldas he had once (d)

Adam: Adam had his feet upon the desk, the candle positioned behind him... the shadows of the flames dancing across the page of the book... It was then that resounding upon stone walls, echoed in his brain... the screams of a woman... Aimlee and the familiar tones of his beloved Bess... his feet dropped immediately, the book falling carefree to the stone floor... the attempt to catch it in vain... As the girl screams after the Physician,. Adam flees his sanctuary for his wife's side... "Aodhan mae sin... time tae leave... yer sibling desires tae coom inta tha world..." then he ushers the boy out... only to turn to Bess with a smile that could conquer any frown::::

Beathag: "Yer sister is stubborn! She did nay wish tae be a spring child..mmm! She..she already has the family wont fer learnin' patience.." The poor maiden, holding fast to her lady's hands as it was the strength of Beathag that kept her aloft, less if the great Lady topple over than all was for naught! Just as her back was pressing against one of the carved pillar's in the room, her eyes found Adam's. Her breath coming in gusts, she found the time to laugh as the babe released hold of it's mother for a little while, allowing her time to gather herself, for the family to come together. "Ah told yer son, yer daughter has no patience. She wishes tae be met tonight..Aodhan was a strong bairin, but this one.." Her hands went gently to Adam's shoulders, "Tae the....bed chamber, dun nay think our good servants can dae much...." The maiden went to assist Aimlee in finding the Physician, the physician's favored midwife, and anyone else that might aid to conjure such people to the East Wing of the castle. (d)

Adam: Adam neared his wife and took her hand... "Dae yae wan tae gae tae the bedchambers?" his free hand went to her belly, and he could feel the kicks hard against the skin and hand. "Yae mae naet make it... her would bae better than the hallways..." his sea-green eyes caught the glimpse of the tapestry... then he looked to his beloved...::::::

Beathag: "The bed chambers here, the Lady's chambers..." She tilted her head to the far end of the room where at the tapestry's great edge the resting place lay. It was where she stayed when Adam was gone for long bouts of time, for she had no love of their room when he was not there. It was an odd habit for a woman her age, but she preferred their marital bed, electing the status of sleeping in a room with her women only in his absence.. The hard kicks beneath his hand intensified as the contraction came again. Perspiration dampened the hair over her forehead, beginning to mat it down as she was all but beseiged by the babe's insistance to come out. Her thighs burned, and her face began to flush a fevered red. "Gods! I've ne'er felt anythin...this strong..." It was her own hand that began to pry the pins that held up her golden hair for the feel of them bit down into the scalp! In moving a few more steps, the next pillar found her back against it, just before the bed where she held the slenderness of it. (d)

Adam: He looked in the direction she looked then his eyes went to hers... "Faergive mae luv... Ah dun knaew mae own castle..." He tried to escort his wife to the bed... "Luv, ya ne'r dae anything easy..." he teased her... "sae wot yae think of her bairin?" He suppported her as the girls prepared the bed::::

Beathag: "She must be much like 'er parents tae nay wait when she ought.." That was what the mother thought of the anxious bairin as Adam helped her across the room. The maiden had returned with others, and they began the preperationsquickly. It was a luxury to have an able physician, midwives, and healers, but the knowledge of birth was oft passed mother to daughter, from each woman's time to the next. Beathag knew that standing, movement, was far better than being flat pon her back, but the child demanded that. Sweet smelling things were brought into the room, and a window opened if only slight for fresh air to help the stronger scents escape. As the began to unlace and remove the gown so she was within her chemise, a contraction rendered her hold hard on Adam. Her grip was enough to make any man whimper, but did the Duke look on her in concern, in anxiousness? A woman who had fought battles could surely birth a child again. Her legs went weak, and fluid began to seep into the fine gown to marr it (d)

Adam: Not much longer would Adam be able to see his beautiful wife in the purest form of motherhood... the beauty of a nude mother-to-be... her stomach protruding before her... He would usher her into the bed... "Luv, please..." A man... in usual concern... to be in the same room with a delievring woman... This was no battle to strategize... no politics to govern over... he was out of his league...::::

Beathag: Ancient nature as old as the moon on this starlit night as a woman laughed at it, screamed at it, to deliver her husband's first born. In time she was taken to the bed, the women putting a sheet across her for the sake of modesty as even the chemise was ordered taken off for no binding things could the Duchess stand. She looked to her husband, Aodhan, who had taken a place near the bed in the corner of it was riddled with concern for his mother's pain, his father's face. The boy told his sibling, "Do nay hurt Mama so! Soon she'll hold you.." The room smelled at once sickly and sweet, but he had a feeling that something wonderous was going to happen. The hard kicks manufactured sweat the women cleaned from the Duchess forehead. They peered at the door, waiting for the Physician who would have wings on her heels, surely! Her legs shook, only to brace hard as the contraction arched her back. Another came, then another! One of the women said, "My Lord, the child will not wait for the physician or the midwife.." (d)

Adam: He had never seen a birth... only the after events... He was not sure what to do... still he glanced to the tapestry and uttered in silence... "Mama, guide me... tell me wot Ah'm s'pose tae dae... dun let them die..." he had seen women die in childbirth so many times... and often both would die... "Then as Bess would scream, he would look at her... "Breath lass... dun fight it..." he looked down and saw the opening widen... and a babe's head breach the opening... he could only look at his wife... "She nae bae waitin' lass... upon the next pain... push hard..." Now where did that come from? He was no physician!!! ::::::

Beathag: Scarlet face became white hot to match the knuckles tense on the bed clothes. The maiden came to hold her lady's hand, surrendering the place reserved for women to that of a man. What would become of them! Worry painted her face as Beathag's color changed, the perspiration increasing. There did not seem more things than ought be. The other woman made sure that hot water, sheets, and a knife from her apron to cut the chord was available..so soon! All of them whispered. Beathag herself was not at war with what nature wanted, for even if she refused there was nothing to do for it now. Her cries were as close together as the contractions, her body going ahead of itself before what was conscious could catch up! "GAH....AHH!" The pressure was hard, fast, the pain like a strike of lightning but she heard his voice through the murky haze bidding her release the babe from her passage. Open thighs revealed to him the way all came through the world. Baring down, leaning forward, she held the outside of her thighs and pushed hard. The child that crowned seemed to go forward quickly, a head, the shoulder following coated in the slick, slipper fluids of womb, blood, and new life. Another push would be required of her, and it was given, the maiden began to rub her lady's back, bathe her brow as she looked to the duke in concern and wonder at the same time. (d)

Adam: As the new life emerged, Adams clean hands, course but careful, was there to aid in its journey... Into the hands of the Father came a girl... born to a pair that seemed more unlikely than likely... A smile came to his face as he handed the child, covered in fluids of the mother... Looking to the tapestry yet again... he pauses then looks to the maid... "Ah need some string...naew... and a knife, heated in a flame..." ::::

The Women: "Yes My Lord....here, here!" The maid would be remembered. Nothing great among the servants - no Lady in Waiting of privelege, simply a handmaiden, one of many, one of lessers in comparison to the three women named Jelenah, Liliana, and Rosalind. But Heather, her name akin to the Duchess' favorite blossom, would always be remembered for giving Adam a good piece of fabric from the hem of her dress. The knife from her own belt was bathed in fire to baptize the moment when the chord was severed, seperating the babe from the womb and giving her to the world. "There, my lord, what else require you?" The afterbirth was shortly after, and while Adam was left to tend to do the daughter that squirmed, hard to hold in his arms, Heather rolled up her sleeves to catch what the body expelled in a rag, tied it off, and put it in the fireplace to burn immediately. Oddly enough, it was a practice that the pagans had done, offering the womb as testament to birth, and she threw more flowers upon it so that a crisped, drying scent of spring blooms mingled with blood. How the little girl cried! Lungs unlike anything that could have ever been heard produced the first sounds as her face was freed of mucus, belly of the womb. Shock twisted the little one's face. As Aimlee returned to the room, woed without the Physican, she gasped at the scene before her, rushing in to give the stunned Duke an aid, for her mother had once been Aodhan's caretaker and Edmes, and her mother, now gone, had delivered many a child in her time. Aimlee herself was there for three brothers and one sister! "Take the swaddling, my lord..so she catches no chill, as you clean her, twill be..twill be easier to hold!" (d)

Adam: He had cleaned out the babe's mouth, and popped its rear too circulate the air into its new lungs... then taking the string, he tied off the cord, then with the knife, he severed the babe from the womb... Listening to the maid, he wraps the babe in a cloth, then steps to Bess... "M'Lady... meet yer daughter... she bae healthy as yae..." When Bess was covered and all was cleaned up, Aodhan would be allowed back in to meet his sister:::::

Beathag: The moment's after the birth of the girl-child felt as if she were swimming in a sea herself. Voices permeated at a distance, echoes of commands, gasps, laughter. What came through the most would be the cry of the little girl. The little girl whom changed everything: she made a woman of advancing years fertile, a man's belief she had been. A son's new sibling with the same blood. Beathag's eyes shut for a few moments that made Heather give great pause. Just as she was about to raise a cry of alarm, the hands covering her mouth kept back a scream as Aimlee leaned over, saying, " Do not fret, she's only a'fainted! Quick Heather, open that window wider. Come your Grace, meet your daughter.." A gentle goading pulled her from the moments where her eyes saw nothing but the back of the lids. Slowly, narrow slits became wide, arms reaching out before the feeling truly melted away as a tired smile painted her features. In due time, the linens were changed, she attired in a light gown where one shoulder was not put on to allow an arm to craddle the child as she offered her first taste of milkfrom a swollen, plump orb. Beathag, could say nothing. Weary, it was perhaps a half an hour in passing before a great laugh rippled up from a place that ought be sore, her belly. She'd always laughed deep. Adam's face, Aodhan, and the babe were a healing balm that revived her. The labor had been so quick that it took much from the mountain of a woman, but she came too. It had only been a pair of hours, no more than a half hour beyond that, since her first cry of pain issued forth. By now, it was hard to ignore the fact her screams had summoned servants near the wing, and the castle was a hive of activity. (d)

Adam: The proud father stood next to the mother and babe... a feat that they often feared... and was told would be... would never happen... but it did... and now in living proof... He leans over and kisses the babe, then the mother... From them, he moves to the window... and looks out... On the top of his lungs, his words ring out... "I HAVE A DAUGHTER !!!!!!" ::::::


The Women: It was between night and day when in the last pair of hours a great cry came from the East Wing. Aimlee at one interval, and another maiden had rushed from the Solarium calling for the Physician, the Midwife, or any who could conjure the people on Hermes wings for the Duchess was to have the child tonight! Out of rooms some came, from their duties, the castle a hive that came to life as some argued that it was too soon! No, some said, it was the right time! Everything had been in talks of preperation but now a clatter rose as a great bid to clean, to send news, to make ready took hold. Why, even as the dawn's first sun crept over the sky the churchbells rang with such fevor a moment before that some wondered if the city was to be seiged.

Adam:"I HAVE A DAUGHTER! A DAUGHTER!" Adam couldn't be kept quiet. He took morning's herald from the crow, the churchbells, from the guard keeping watch who would cry the hour. He laughed like a man infected with such joy that he would share all of his possesions with strangers, but for this day that was fabled never to come. He was a father to a son of his heart, and held his own blood now in his hands in a girl-child.

Beathag:"Ready me Heather, I wish tae see wot m'husband will show tae the world." The low handmaiden felt odd at taking the duty afforded to her only by the Ladies in Waiting themselves, for touching the Duchess was a marked privelege after all that befell her. Still, she'd given a mop to the lady's brow and a string to Adam to tie the chord from her own hem. So it was that one of the gowns in the quarters, rarely used, was used to attire her. Her hair was brushed, bound only back in the parts that would have hit her face. The princess was put in a fine little chemise embroidered under her mother's fingers, for she wanted the first thing her daughter ever war to come from her. Adam watched in marvel as the dirty swaddling was changed, his daughter attired, and the bundle presented again t othe mother for he had held her so long. Their little procession, one on either side of Beathag, came down the Eastern wing as the sun filled the windows (d)

Rosalind: Rosalind had been awakened by one of the servants, quietly crawling out of bed and sliding into a fresh tabard before hurrying toward the lady's quarters. There was not much to do that was not already being done, so she waited with a few other intrepid, if sleepy, ladies. When the procession took off, Rosalind was amused to find the Duchess leading the pack. There would be no lying about for this mother. She hurried to catch up, taking a shortcut to meet the lady and her small escort. "Ah, she is beautiful!" she offered, catching a glimpse of the babe. *

Liliana: One would not be surprised to know that news of the birth of the Princess did not take long. Servants tongues that had been lacking in movement suddenly began to move with a speed unbeknownst to any man. Everyone was in a grand fuss that Beathag, the Duchess, had birthed a girl-child for the Duke. His joy was not to be hidden it seemed either. Liliana had left the children's chambers, heading straight in the direction of the Eastern wing, as soon as word came to her ears. A smile was upon her lips, happiness for her friend in chocolate eyes, as she came upon the small procession. Rosalind was noted immediately yet it did not take long before gaze was drawn to the babe. Such a small bundle to bring such joy and hope in these times. "Your daughter is lovely, Your Graces." (d)

Beathag: "Good mornin'! Is it nay the lovliest day tha' e'er crested o'er the Cullins, Turas Lan and Skye? " Vivacious voice bounded across the halls to meet the women long before they came together to look on the little bundled swaddled to keep away the chill, to protect her. Ah, but she was in the best of care for such a thing! "Sae calm now she be..she did nay come tha' way."

Adam: The Duke braced his hand around Bess' back, capturing her waist in support, but mostly protection. If ever his wife was treasured, now she was a gem for giving him his dream, and conquering the impossible. "All fire and impatience, like 'er mother," he beamed in a way that a man does when pride overtakes him. "Would not wait fer Aislin nor the midwife 'er any o' you either, sae she had tae make do with some calloused hands. Still beautiful! I have a daughter, m'friends!" He captured each woman in a hug, suprising and quick, but it was a well known fact that the Aberdeens retained an odd closeness with much of their court, like one large family that grew and grew.

Beathag:"Ah think e'eryone knows ye 'ave a daughter 'suband. TIs hard tae miss a man a'cryin out from a window and demandin the bells be rung afore dawn." Husky laugh caused the babe to stir, her eyes opening. Ah the world was not so clear! Alas, she could not see far, if at all, though the blue in most infants eyes was abandoned for the prevalent mixture of a green , underscored by Beathag's emerald, dominated by Adam's ocean hue. Her little covered hair was undone at her movement, revealing a head of auburn hair, like her fathers. (d)

Rosalind: "She must have come so quickly," Rosalind agreed after curtseying her greeting. "By the time I arrived, it seemed so had she. Congratulations, Your Grace," she added to Adam, and her eyes only widened the slightest at the sudden hug. The Aberdeens kept a close court, but Rosalind was jumpy these days! She relaxed instantly, though, even offering a bashful smile at her expense. "Ah, and look at those eyes," she murmured, recalling another set of large eyes, a pair that hadn't changed to his mother's hazels. "And that head of hair!" She laughed. "No wonder she is in such a hurry to be known to the world. I doubt anyone will miss this one coming or going, though. Have you a name for her yet?" She moved slightly closer to Liliana. *

Beathag: "Aye, she wanted out. Nay in a fortnight as she was supposed tae, och nay, she wanted right then n' there. Tae charm us." The incredible stature of the Duchess and Duke seemed only so large as to be able to wrap themselves around their family. Aodhan was hoisted up into Adam's arms now, and it seemed he nor Beathag were a great burden. A name? There was one of those. "Davina. Davina Murieall Aberdeen."

Adam:The name touched Adam, so much that he looked to his wife as their agreeance to immortalize their mother's name was given, but his mother's name took the first posistion. The child looked so much like him, like her, and with that Beathag's mother, for she too favored darker hair. "Davina."He said, kissing her cheek and looking to Aodhan. "Davina Murieall. Remember tha'. Your grandmother's names." The boy's color was precious little to his mighty heritage. "In the Solar, I thought, ye women would think me mad but I saw in their images..the old court smilin'. The first girl-child, aye, the first bairin born tae any old descendant of the Lord n' Lady in many, many years." His voice held a pause, his head nodding.

Beathag: "The first princess of MacRauri and Aberdeen blood in many, many years, born in the castle nay less, under the eyes of her kin...our kin. Are ye nay a bairin o' wonders hmm?" (d)

Rosalind: "Davina Murieall." Gaelic had once been a twisty, unpronounceable tongue for Rosalind, but it came out now only faintly more accented than her English, product of more than half her lifetime spent in Scotland. It was a beautiful name for a beautiful little girl. "Many blessings upon your family. My heart sings with your joy." They were authentic words from the woman living two worlds, who did not seem to have much to be happy about, but still wore a genuine smile. "Forgive me, but I must depart again." She curtsied politely, waited until she was dismissed, and went to find the Lamont man waiting in the shadows for her to return. *

Beathag: "Thank ye, Rosalind. Without ye, there would have been nay me these long months. Ye have been more than comnpanion tae me, ye are a friend." The Lamont woman departed, to a life that was no mystery among the servants that talked of a wife that had worn mourning clothes, and of a man that seemed of a duel nature. "Davina.." She cooed softly (d)

Liliana: One would likely find it odd to be embraced by the Duke, even lift brows at such, and yet Liliana returned the embrace as though hugging a dear friend. She was content to watch the scene, to look upon the adorable child with such eyes and hair. The colors of fire and water, yet was that not what her parents were both in a way? They both had a bit in them and it only made sense this child would too. A glance was given to Aodhan, a hug as well, a whispered,"Davina is lucky to have you for a brother." The boy had become as dear to her as any other within these walls and she knew he would protect the little one well. "It is a truly fitting name." (d)

Beathag: "M'sister is pretty. Da and I knew it would be a girl and Mumma wouldn't believe us at first, did you?" He hugged Liliana and switched himself to her arms, much as a monkey does between branches. Spry, nimble boy made his mother chuckle as she nodded, "Ye and yer father were very smart weren't ye nay? Knew more than mumma did. Come, let's be talkin' on this as we break our mornin' fast. Ah'm famished,:" The new mother's face flushed in a humble acknowledgement as her belly rumbled. Aodhan giggled, and Adam simply kissed her forehead. There was a little success that would come with th enews of her birth. One of the regions at last conquered the road, flooding the city with a needed supply of grains and livestocks. A few ships had broken through the blockade. So it was the Princess' birth spurned Hope.

Kendrew: Kendrew had been on the other side of the city with ringing bells, people rising, and clatter from the highest tower of the city to the lowest hovel. When bells rang before the true dawn, it was a soldiers bane. He was making way toward the armories when he heard the people began to shout, to chatter, to converse about the birth of the Duke's brand new daughter! It took him time to understand, really ,for he had been so deprived of sleep that even his men laughed when he understand seconds after they did! With his spear in hand, he began a great treck across the city. He was stopped by the parade of wagons that clogged the squares, and made to observe the docks as the city looked like it'self again. There were plans for a caravan from the North that Beathag had told him of, speared on by the Advisor, and with the Admiral's determination to end the blockade a knight felt that all their months would not be in vein! Tired, breathless, he climbed the stone steps up to the castle from the courtyard. "Where's m'leige." He said, being pointed toward the East. Direction of dawn, direction of the all the history that had once made him a bloodhoud to Eamonn, and angered of Adam. Today no such hard faces were worn. Along the way, Kylie had awoken while Roric snored on, oblivious. "Uncle!" she squealed, a little concerned. "Aunt Liliana was gone when I got up !Grandma told me twas not m'business but why is everyone moving around!" The answer was obvious, a corner turned as he pointed over to the royal family. "Your Aunt went to see the baby that was born to their Graces, ye see. Tha' is what all the people fuss about n' all the bells ring for. It is a good day." (d)

Liliana: There was not a complaint as Aodhan reposition himself, instead Liliana seemed much pleased to hold him, and she smiled on. It was a change indeed over her. Aodhan was like a nephew to her and Bess a sister, Adam a brother-in-law,and now there was a niece to boot. It seemed that Liliana's family, through marriage or not, was growing ever larger. Laughing softly, she lifted a brow,"Oh, you must be starved. It is not an easy task what you have done and to be out of bed so soon after. I think Aislin will give you a good tongue lashing for it." Loving censure was in her tone as she walked beside Bess, holding to Aodhan, and her chocolate gaze lit upon the sight of Kendrew with Kylie. If it was possible her smile widened more,"You are late husband. I thought you would have arrived sooner. Is your age catching upto you?" A teasing look and a motion of one hand to bring Kylie close,"Come, come Kylie sweetheart and meet the little Princess." (d)

Kendrew: "The bells had the men in arms, running to arms! The city slowed me wife, not age." He scoffed, pretending that she swiped his pride. Kendrew's gash was unseen by any save him, a shake of head as Kylie did interject, "Grandma says your days and days n' days older than Aunt Liliana. Are you as old as Dirt?"

Adam: Adam bit on his lips to hold back his laugh but failed, pointing his hand at Kendrew only to find it taken up, shaken. "What an old man you are! I'm catching close tae you though, still, a few years behind. Thank Gods. Look at her! Ah think she is a jewel in a crown, the crown jewel itself. She is a hard rival e'en against my wife."

Kendrew: He shook his head, and marveled at the difference between himself and the others. All were cleaned, goodly dressed while he was in a tunic that was a day old, his face of stubble unshaven, his hair gone long enough to be bound back again. Steel didn't pepper his roots though! He sat Kylie down to marvel at the 'real princess' while he offered a humble bow, "The women o' the Castle Aberdeen are the fairest in the Isles. If I said another was fairer than my wife, she may nay be pleased. She gets a might vengeful..but I dare say," He leaned over, large grin on his face. Oh, these men! All steel and heroism until they are paralyzed by innocence. He didn't think on the child he could have had for once in the company of a mother but found that he had healed in spite of it all with his brother's children. Kylie was all but his now, and Roric was a fine boy. "She is a rare beauty. Her head is so full o' hair, look it how dark it be. Her eyes, very much yer image, my'lord." (d)

Liliana: Arms that placed Kylie to the ground were replaced by Liliana's own to lift her onto a hip. A kiss was placed against hair still a bit mussed and cheeks a bit flushed from sleep that was still being awoken from. Love swelled in her heart with the little girl in her arms. These children meant much to her, more than just a niece and nephew, as she had grown close to them in such a short time. They had taken over her heart. Her other hand was rested about Aodhan's chest, hugging him again, then leaning a bit to let Kylie hug him as well before they stepped closer to peek at the new arrival. "Oh, that is a lie Kendrew Campbell. Do be careful in telling those or I may have to have your Mother swat your bottom. You are never to old for that." Liliana made the threat with love in every line of her face. Though Kendrew felt worn, dirty even, he had never looked more handsome to his wife. "She is precious, is she not? Kylie this is Davina." The little girl seemed just as awe-struck by the little ones beauty as the adults. (d)

Kendrew: "She's so tiny." The little girl had heard that babies were small, but hadn't yet seen any such thing till now. Davina to her looked like a living, breathing doll. Reaching out a hand, the baby grabbed at her finger and held it much to Kylie's happiness. She giggled! Kendrew' s life was full now where it had only been the two of them, now no one was alone. The children had to be cared for, educated, and given love. His mother instilled her stories to his wife while Kendrew marveled at her resolve. The Lord Guardian himself felt kept by these people. "Please, the English have swatted my rear enough without m'mother doin' so, and I fear her more than the English. To a meal, then. Have nay eaten in two days."

Beathag "Ah hardly nay wot tae dae with m'self. Why now, Davina, ye are the center o' attention n' takin me with ye, but please, keep yer mumma as only a piece tae hold ye by." Adam all but winked to Liliana and Kendrew. Oh no! Why, with new inspiration, he would aid in ensuring victory against the enemy. When it was done, oh how he would lavish them until Beathag's face always wore a blush! It was such a rarity, but he was the only one who could invoke it on command (d)

Liliana Such an image, that of the small babe grasping Kylie's finger and bringing such joy, was stored away in her heart and mind. To see such a smile when sometimes nightmares still plagued the darling girls restful sleep washeartening. Shifting Kylie back, finger released, she bounced her on the hip and placed another kiss to her cheek,"Are you hungry too? I heard the cook made delicious pastries to go along with the morning meal." That brought a wide grin that needed no words to explain from the girl. Moving toward Kendrew, she'd place a kiss to his scruffy cheek,"Come husband. You look so thin that an English man's breath could break you in two. Need to get some meat on your bones." An outright lie. He never looked so wonderful. Kylie giggled and Liliana glanced toward Bess,"It is good that another female has been born into this castle. These men would not manage without us women to keep watch over them." (d)


Beathag: "The Lord Guardian in need o' guardin', see, m'dear Liliana, this is why man takes wife, otherwise he'd be lost. Naked n' hungry tae." The children were occupied with one another, darting ahead of the adults and talking of what they would do for the day. "Yer Kylie makes m'son vera happy. Roric too. He loves playfellows." He had, in that band, a group of tride, true friends that was only completed further by the Court's other children. His "cousins" as he called them, were numerous. He spent infinite amounts of time, too, with the Admiral's wee daughter Seanna. As they neared the main center of the castle the smells of the first meal made Beathag sigh with wanting. " "Now mah excuse tae get plump will keep on. Child suckles like a 'orse she does." (d)

Liliana: Content to walk at her leisure at the side of her husband, one arm about his waist and leaning against him, she marveled at the aura of the castle this day. Energy filled it, created by hope and joy, a zest for life that had been missing to a degree, and all caused by the birth of a babe. "That is a good sign for a babe if I recall right. She will be beautiful and strong as you are Bess, and wise like Adam. Aodhan will nurture her with his intelligence and protection. This is a family that one is blessed to be born into for even outside of this there is many who will love her too. Uncle, Aunt, cousins, and more siblings...perhaps?" A lift brow of and suggestive grin as she let chocolate eyes move between Adam and Bess. (d)

Adam: The two pairs walked into the center of the castle where anyone who saw the Royal Family came to a deep, reverant bow in their honor. Some leaned over for but a peek at the new princess, smiling, quickly going about the castle to ready it for the day. The sun had never shone so feverant in winter! Why, it almost looked like spring. Beathag gave pause, as she considered the day only to remember the quality of light. It would be Adam that said, "Forever n' a day. Remember? Our daughter has a very special birthday, we were wed on this day. It seems as only yesterday.." On talk of children, he murmured to his wife how anxious they were to begin the rites of husband and wife before the sealing after waiting so many, many months to begin! She smiled, to which Adam replied to Liliana. "Oh, we've had talks.."

Beathag: "If the Gods are kind, Ah would nay mind brain' him more children. We shall enjoy a good brewd, a happy family." The way that Adam smiled at her made her a sprig of a girl despite the fact she held the proof of a woman's surrender to love in her arms. She leaned over to Liliana, "He behaves like he is a lad o' twenty, does he nay?" The next turn, she hoped, would not be for herself but for the pair that had given of themselves like so many others in service. "Sort o' like Kendrew there. A man o' thirty nine tha' acts as though he were far younger in yer presence." (d)

Liliana: Once upon a time Liliana would have blushed and gone shy, quiet even, but now she only just blushed a little. A gleam came into chocolate eyes as she watched Adam and Bess, and Bess's words brought that gaze toward Kendrew. "Ah,indeed, though I would not know. His absence from my bed of late has left me a bit forgetful." That was purposely spoken just a little above a whisper for her husband's ears to hear and she suppressed a giggle just imagining hisreaction. Liliana still had pangs, but they were less and less with each day that passed. Her family had helped her to heal and the talk with Kendrew of spring gave something to grasp ahold of, to hope for, where their future was concerned. "I do think God will bless you with more. You deserve much more, you two, after all you have been through." (d)

Kendrew: The "Old Guardian" of Turas Lan among many things didn't suffer from the rigors of aging: his step was spry, his aches were few, his hair bereft of obvious grey and his ears were certainly not deaf. Lifting his head in the direction of his wife, he was a bit shocked at her outward display of zeal for the subject! But a small blush she wore, making him grin only to shake his head softly.

Beathag: "We'd fancy another two or three," came a woman who once talked to her women of lacing her in battle leathers, now talked of things that would mean christening of names, motherhood, and a tenderness wrapped around the Aberdeen mountain from the Highlands. "Life moves in odd ways. A ragin' thing first, a mother later. Ah favor m'best years be spent as such." When most would be grandmother's, she would be a mother. When some saw their great-grandchildren, she would be the vigorous lass with steel grey peppering her gold that held the next generation. A meal was placed that the times had not had: the smell of ham, black bread, and pastries called many to the main hall to eat together instead of across the castle. "Oh mah. Nay Ainglsh on the Island is eatin' this fine this mornin!" (d)

Liliana: "I fancy that life will suit you well." Liliana could see that Bess was happy, content, that no longer was the need to ride into battle. She was at a point where being a wife, a mother, an inspiration to her people by way of voice,was appeasing to her soul. It was another addition to the children, who greeted Kendrew by latching onto his leg, that had Liliana laughing softly. "Uncle Kendrew!" Roric, with his red-brown hair and eyes the same color as the man he stared up at, was much pleased to see him again. The children had worried for him, but Roric the most it seemed. Leaning down to place a kiss to the boy's head, Liliana murmured,"About time you joined us. Did the smell of food wake you?" A laugh as Roric gave a hearty nod,"I'm starved! Could eat a horse, Auntie." Shaking her head, she murmured,"Well, I imagine this will taste better than a horse." Taking seats, food placed, Liliana could not agree withBess more,"Especially in such fine company as this!" (d)

Beathag: "Ah've waited a long time for that life," the unequivocal truth was what she spoke, for once ignoring an inborn modest sense of talking on old deeds. It had harmed the heart of the men in the old days for fear of her death, she said nothing of it. Now, it seemed a phase of life that all but slipped away to the chronicles where she kept her stories safe. "Forsook it in order tae fight for it, ne'er thought tae have it n' it surprised me, when m'life was set in its ways. Set in m'way,..aye." Adam reached over to hold his daughter so that Beathag could utilze her hands to eat. Besides, he didn't mind coddling her at all! Sitting down proved a slower matter than walking or standingbecause gravity debated with tender places, but by the time she was settled and comfortable, it mattered precious little. Now the little one called Roric made her head lift, for she'd seen him on occasion but not as much as having heard of him. "He's the mirror.." she murmured, looking to the boy, Kendrew, and thinking of his father, "The very mirror o' both Roric n' Kendrew. They must have looked the same as lads says I." (d)

Liliana: "Though I have not the knowledge of what Roric looked like, I have heard stories, and I must agree on that. According to Mama Campbell he acts like both the lads when they were his age as well." It was obvious by the twinkle in chocolate depths that stories had been told to her of Kendrew in his youth. Those tales were generally spoken of while the women stitched or cooked, and made for smiling and laughing in times such as these. "Though Lady Hotaro haspiqued his interest in matters beside the sword during lessons." Both of the children taking classes with Aodhan had been a tremendous idea. They were growing closer and a bond had formed that was precious. Liliana let Kylie sit upon her lap while Roric sat upon Kendrew's as the children ate, and she chose to nibble here or there. Liliana was not a morning eater, but the pastries were too tempting! (d)

Kendrew: "Uncle Kendrew ye were gone for days and days. Did you have to fight?" Roric climbed up into his uncle's lap, pulling his plate close while Kendrew drank happy of ale, first thing. "Like mother's milk," he murmured, looking down to the boy, "Aye, but then we had to help the city stay safe so e'en I was not in battle then, it is still much work. Ye've been busy aye, learnin' to use your head?" His emphatic nod displayed his want to please his uncle, ofwhich Kendrew was very approving. He learned his knowledge quite later in life, and only from a knight generous enough to give him knowledge. His sister learned from her sister in law, while his mother did not make much sense of letters at all. That his nephew could have the education of a noble was not something he was inclined to let pass. He and Kylie both would be given the chances that farmers never get. "Good lad. Learn a lot like Aodhan, mayhaps e'en a little more?" Aodhan was nearing six to Roric's seven. Fortunately, their mother had begun to give them some sense of what lay between pages, scribbled on paper before her passing.

Beathag: "Oh I think tis true tae, Ye can see it right 'cross their faces, hands, eyes. His father would vera proud of him, of his brother's wife, tae." Beathag bit into her black bread, all but sighing out loud. It had been so long since they did more than make bread last for days before making new loaves that to bite into one still steaming was a piece of heaven this day, itself, was heaven. Davina fell asleep to the rhythm of Adam's bouncing. He put her gently over his shoulder, her body curled in small as he rubbed her back. "Ye dae their family a great service. M'think there lives n' ours are made better by you, Liliana. Twill happen fer ye tae, lass. A good family. Sometimes we dun always understand why. It took many a year but..Ah dae now." Aodhan now wanted the baby, and Adam showed him how to hold her. The scene all but was frozen in Beathag's mind. The morning, the day, them. (d)

[jelenahdvorak]

It wouldn't be until all others had left and moved to the place they were now, that the Lady Windsor would come and join them. Well, hope to at least. It seemed as if the woman had been nothing more than a ghost that haunted the halls of the castle during this time of war. True, she'd much rather be within the walls of her own home, but it was here that her husband had asked her to stay.

Both of them had been staying here but during the hours of day and night, they could be found moving from one location to another for different reasons. Balian of course off seeing to his duties while Jelenah busied herself like madness within the castle. Trips to her home to check on the staff there as well as their things and animals and returning just before the blanket of darkness covered the Isle. Her husband had already waken her once early on to take his leave and to do begin his day, but it was the second waking that had her sitting up in confusion.

One of the maids had come to inform the Lady Windsor that her sister had indeed given birth to a girl child. Jelenah was quick to remove herself from her bed, dress with the help of staff, and then depart from her chambers. It was now she stood within the archway opening, hands on the framing as she peeked and peered around to see the others gathering before a breakfast feast fit to celebrate such a joyous occasion. She said nothing of course in the beginning and only stood in silence to watch. After a few moments time, did she step forth and speak. "Good morning to you all. I hope I'm not intruding upon anything... personal." Jelenah always being mindful of such things whether she should be or not.

[Lord Eamonn of Eohmark]

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[/b] The women were close now; a bond forged with the happiness that new life could bring. A tiny hand reached out, unaware Davina was she even had limbs that moved for once it went away she lost all care for it. Beathag captured the little hand as the nurse of the children Aimlee, returned her. It was for but a brief while they were parted, while mother rested in the midst of morning longer than the child, who on her full belly needed little else.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] The giant woman seemed only so tall as to wrap herself about the body of the girl-child. Moved once by steel, by sailcloth and wind, it was evident where the future truly lay. Turas Lan was rife with excitement! Bells still rung, people still clamoured in the streets for a second purchase at life. A market had come up with what supplies had managed to make it through gate or dock, the sun was melting large drifts of snow which would be a boon to any man of military means out upon the campaign.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] chimed chorus as one went out while the other all but smiled, "Her Grace and the little princess are just there, in the chamber's great room." Evident enought to hear: Two heels moving across the floor in rhythmic step, a child's yawn, a mother's laugh.[/color][/ul]

LORD EAMONN OF EOHMARK

[/b] He replied, and when she pointed to the next room he was directed to. How many rooms were there? Castles would forever be mazes. Nodding to the maiden, he stepped around her and toward the great room. It had been a while since he had seen a child so small...not since he birth of his youngest months ago. At the doorway Eamonn paused, watching silently his half-sister smiling down brightly at the bundle in her arms. Eamonn blinked, and hazel eyes did drift down to the child whose face was hidden from where he stood. Finally, his half-sister and brother-in-law could be happy, Aodhan now had a little sister. Even in the gloom of war there were bursts of happiness. Eamonn wanted to smile, and in fact he was inside, though his face was seemingly stoic as the blonde stood tall.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] She loved to see Eamonn smile, hadn't seen it so since his son was born, since he held his own blood in the morning light. Now it was him come to see her. Already the child was charming whole throngs of people, for when she was presented to the crowd on the veranda, Beathag all but stood stark still at how many truly cared that she had been born at all, or lived. But this? Ah this is what mattered most "Eamonn, may Ah present yer niece, Davina Murieal Aberdeen..." She curtsied slightly, wry the grin became as the baby gave a little yawn, a little sneeze that sent her face to scrunch. A shake of head before the little bundle settled down close to her mother's breast. "A fortnight early. A fortnight! Nay patience, wouldn't ye figure.."[/color][/ul]

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[/b] Especially Adam, for now he had a child of his own loins.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] Turned against her shoulder, her face went over to rest against mother's shoulder, little feet kicking as if to gain a footing she wanted! Now, those little feet! "N' the kick was stronger than 'er brothers..but it was because she knew wot she wanted. Eamonn, I can nay tell ye wot it is to look on her face, n' at my age.."[/color][/ul]

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[/b] She spoke gently, before leaning up to get a small kiss from him. Pulling back, she turned her head to see Bess and the new child. It was said that people could hear Adam scream of his child. ``How be ye feeling Bess? The babe?``[/color][/ul]

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[/b] He said, but was that...humour? The brief twitch of a smirk curved the corner of his mouth before it was gone in an instant. The sound of footfalls caught his attention, and instinctively he tensed and looked over his armoured shoulder. Aislin. Relaxing instantly, Eamonn offered his wife a small smile, a visible one, before it turned into the placid placement as she approached. ``I told you, Bess, in Inverness that you would have another child one day. Today is that day.`` He commented to his sister while hazel eyes were focused on his wife as she approached. His armoured arm--smeared with bits of dirt--wrapped around the waist of his wife while the other held the helm tucked under. ``As am I you, wife.`` He replied, before leaning down and be it bravery or boldness drawn by uncertainty of war, Eamonn returned the kiss, but it was anything but small. Eamonn kissed his wife deeply, pressing his lips to hers before he turned his head away in great reluctance for attention was turned back to Beathag and her little Davina. Gloved hand pressed against the smooth stomach of Aislin, keeping her close to his tall frame.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] Wink came, hand beckoning the pair further inside! "Come, sit, dun nay just darken the door with ye shadows, be at home, be comfortable!"At the rising tone of excitement, the little head shifted to blindly follow that sound. Oh but she had a zest for the world, having come for it early! The soft scarlet and brown dress shifted slight over her heels. Sitting was a slower process, but once accomplished it was a relief. The babe was turned around so her Aunt might get a good look at her.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] He corrected. Silent thoughts passed through his head, but Eamonn dare not mention them right now. Not yet. That large glove covered hand drifted around to Aislin's upper back, his thumb lightly rubbing the matter of the dress and brushing past the long braid.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] She pulled back some of the blankets so that the little flowers that Beathag had sewn on her chemise were seen. Little feet were covered in tiny little booties, where hands were naked so as to be suckled on. The auburn hair was long enough for a piece to curl in a whisp at her forehead. Eamonn had said she would bare children, and she did not believe him. In fact she detered Adam from courting her attentions for the reason that she was not a viable young maid who could give him progeny, showing that the traditional aspects of womanhood were not beyond her. She was rightly odd for her sex; sailing ships and axe steel, soft hands for music riddled with callus. Even now her the scars on her upper back peeked over at the low hem of the chemise, harkening to a time that would never be again. She had endured much to come to this. "You were right," she told Eamonn, "N' it took knowin' she was there tae make me believe. Ah believe. N' she will be the first o' many, but always the first. N' when some women grow tae be grandmothers Ah shal lraise m'children, n' when my is truly steeled n' grey I shall live tae see their generations. Ah come now.." Holding a steady hand under her head, the other against her body, she held the baby out to the waiting arms of her aunt.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] She would wait. ``Do nay worry about the dirt, we can clean her. Ye should hold her too.``[/color][/ul]

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[/b] Murmured name to what herald would be had, the herald that the servants in the halls spoke of seemed to suite her. A beautiful light of white brilliance to encompass that her mother already cast. Looking out of the chamber windows, the bough of a tree was laden with buds that had burst overnight with white flowers. As Eamonn and Aislin held the new member of the family, in fact their first generation of blood relative born of Bess and Adam, the boughs of white buds gently tapped the window. A mother knew. No one would be able to tell her different, that Davina's presence was watched over by that of Edme. The warrior surrendered his gloves, his helm to touch innocence and a woman that was fabled to be stark and cold smiled. Family held a strange power. The eyes opened once more, the greens flirting with one another to make a shade unique to her. They seemed ageless eyes, eyes that one may have looked into before and saw mother, grandmother, or even father. Green eyes were not uncommon across the wide branches of their combined families. One might say Davina was not just the culmination of Highland tribes and Norwegian nomads, but the best of all four of them. "His eyes were green, too." She said to no one, and in watching them thought on the father to which she had few memories. How much Davina made one think![/color][/ul]

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[/b] Still that soft smile lingered as she reached for Bess' right hand and pulled it towards her, turning it upside down to look at the woman's rough palms, then released it gently and reached for the other to do the same, making sure her blood was flowing just right and there was no paling in her. Shifting closer on the bed with her skirt spread about her lap, she leaned forward and touched the side of Bess' face, feeling her warm skin and looking into her eyes to see how Bess was doing with her own profession opinion. ``Who be having green eyes? Aohdan?``Aislin had no idea who she meant.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] The recollection was not a sad one, but a happy one that garnered a faint smile. It was a point of pride to remember such things, and in fact her memory had healed with her time of peace and lack of injury.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] It was among the few memories Aislin actually shared. ``It be feeling right that ye be having the baby now. Perhaps she will help bring a end to the war with her presence alone, though it be a great deal to ask. Ye are fine, from my own two lips. Ah be sorry ah could nay make it until now, but should ye have need of me again, ah be staying in Eamonn and my room within the castle.`` Pausing, she looked to Bess' lap for a moment then asked bluntly. ``Do ye still bleed or did they sow ye?``[/color][/ul]

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[/b] And Eamonn meant that. Supplies were drawing short on the marches, and he would have to stop by the market to get what he could for himself and his men and the horses, to survive another few weeks, months, or however long this would continue to last. Once Aislin inspected Bess' recoveries, Eamonn offered to return Davina--with great reluctance--back to his sister.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] Aislin may not have met Caldean, or if she'd passed him in the castle his direct correlation went unstated. As the subject shifted to the war, Beathag nodded, "She may 'ave tha' power. Since her conceivin'...Adam's been granted a great many powers n' the tides turn e'en now. The men will come 'ome soon, the women tha' work hard shall return to their hearths, and the world will beh different somehow." Under Aislin's fingers inspection was carried out and both deemed well, "There is little bleedin' but nay need fer sewin' thank Gods. " Davina was given back to her arms, which admittedly had grown empty without her.[/color][/ul]

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[/b] Eyes looked to Eamonn as he handed Davina back to Bess. Aislin moved to stand and straightened her skirts about her as she looked to her sister in law. Shifting, she leaned over and gave Bess a gentle hug, careful of the babe before rising. ``Ah will be leaving ye to rest, but remember, ah be but a call away aye?``[/color][/ul]

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[/b] Hazel eyes lifted to his wife, meeting her gaze for a moment, watching her rise to stand as well and smooth out the bottom of her dress. ``But until then...my services and duty still call me.`` He said flatly. Placing a hand upon Bess' shoulder, Eamonn gave it a light squeeze and leaning his tall frame over, he kissed the top of Davina's head. Straightening, he moved around the bed to pick up his gloves and helm with one hand. ``Do take care, Bess.`` And Eamonn meant that, meaning that she stay out of trouble. Approaching his wife, a side smirk, away from Bess's view, curled the corner of his mouth. Now he could see to the second reason he was here: to see his wife. Wrapping his armoured arm back around her waist, the Marshal pulled her close to him, his hand on her lower abdomen once more as he walked with her out of the chambers to give Bess her peace and time with her new baby girl.[/color][/ul][/blockquote][/font]

[Captain Marcos de La Costa]

Bess: The Griffin Gardens had warm sun, and indeed the world seeming to herald the return of spring with her coming. They pointed out little blossoms together in the overhang of the golden archway's branches. Found a tree in blossom, shoots of grass in wet earth. The family had been all together: Aodhan, Adam, Davina, and Beathag looked at their realm expand outward to the mighty, churning sea. Now, the Duke allowed the women their rest while he coaxed his son with stories to lull him to slumber by in the warm covers of the Lord's Chambers, where the family would all sojourn so Adam could have them in his arms. "Guests, m'lady.." Davina could make the world small; it revolved around the opening of her eyes, the sweet breath, the scent of oil on her skin. Whatever ill thing had ever visited the day, it vanished to look on her. "Show them in.." The handmaiden named Heather was a meek, meager woman who had ascended to a place in history by being there, with the nurse of the children, when Davina came. "Good eve, her Grace be just there, by the fire. Would ye like anything tae sup upon, to drink, but ask." The doors were pulled back, and the giantess was comfortably reposed in the form that suited her best; mother (d)

Marcos: It had been two weeks time the Spanish Captain and his crew had been out at sea. Now they returned home, allowing the second half of the Griffin Fleet to take their turn in safe guarding Skye's waters and coast line. From the docks a tired, scruffy man had emerged, only to make his way to the castle in the rain and greet the love of his life. From there, she would see to his bath, his freshly clean shaven face and now nice warm dry clothes. He was dressed in his black boots, black pants, white shirt and a matching blue vest to coordinate with Kaori's dress. No captains coat tonight and his hair had yet to be tied back. His beloved would lead the way, and once they were announced, they both entered. Nodding and thank the handmaiden Heather before attention was turned to the Duchess and her daughter. "Hola Senora Duchess..." He said as he flashed her one of those charming smiles that only the Spaniard was capable of pulling off like he did. "Mi amor and I, we can to greet la princessa and to see how well you fare now." <d

Kaori: Kaori was quite happy they had found time to make Marcos a bit more presentable before going to meet the new baby. First impressions were to be lasting, after all! Then again, Marcos was the type of man that knew how to make even his worst, charming. Kaori really didn't even think Marcos had a worst anymore... Of course, all thoughts were cast aside as they were shown in to greet Bess and the new baby. Kaori was eager, and squeezing Marcos' hand she rushed to the place her long time friend sat, and quickly moved to her knees to get a closer view of the baby. Kay's eyes were wide, shining as she looked upon the little angel. "By the G-" Oh, she caught herself, good girl! "By God, look at her... Oh, she's beautiful. Simply perfect. She is in good health, aye?" she asked Bess expectantly, but quickly saying, "Of course, I can see that to look at her. How do you feel? Was it a difficult labor?" Subconsciously Kaori's hand moved to her own belly, the sight of this one making her that much more eager to greet another in the future... (d)

Bess: "Well now, tis a good bit o' company wot comes 'ere! 'Evenin, Captain! We aren't in the great vast open, ye dun 'ave tae call me Duchess 'ere. The less formal beh fine." If Kaori harkened to obey the formal, it was because the woman was a particular stringent observer of custom. But the woman seemed less intent to curtsy and more intent to see the child that called the dawn on the day of her birth. How wide Beathag's smile became! Ear to ear, it pulled at the laugh lines near her eyes. One rarely saw her smile so fully, and even in days of yore it pulled not that large. "God 'ad little tae dae with it, but Ah think the lady o' fertility n' the lord o' sky did, how'ever.." The jest was all in good fun! Green eyes turned up to the almondine brown ones of the Scholar, "Healthy n' hearty, us both. She came a two weeks earlier than was thought, but she wanted out. Twas a might hurtful, she kicked the 'ell out ' me but twas quick. Only a pair o' hours, n' there she was. She was brought intae the world by her father's hands..is tha' nay grand? Brought up by the hands o' he man tha' man tha' made 'er. Physician herself , m'sister in law deemed us fit when she came tae visit with m'brother Eamonn. We walked about tae breakfast tha' vera day from the East Wing n' just took the air taeday in the garden. " Booted feet on the table before them came down so that the view of the babe was made that much easier. "Her name is Davina, Davina Murieal. Our mothers' names." (d)

Marcos: Marcos knew of course that it wouldn't take long before his lovely Kaori would rush off to smother the new baby and her mother with such sweet compliments and happiness as she moved to see the baby. He chuckled as Kaori began to ask her twenty questions without a single breath. His arms came to fold back behind him, hands clasping and slowly he closed the distance between himself, the women and the baby they cooed over. He stood off to the side for a few moments, letting them have their time of course before he would step in. Normally he would have taken the Duchess hand and kissed the top of it, but seeing as they were full of baby, he gave a chaste kiss to the woman's forehead as a hand slipped out from behind him, gently cupped her head and rested on her shoulder before eyes settled on the baby. "Hola princesa alli pequena... mi... lo que un bonito uno usted es... hm?" (Hello there little princess... my... what a pretty one you are... hm?) He said smiling as his other hand came to gently cup and caress the top of her head. He looked from the baby, to his beloeved, his eyes shining as bright as dark onyx stones casting off a reflection and smiled. He then looked to Bess and spoke again. "She is muy beautiful Senora...Felicitaciones." (Congratulations.) <d

Kaori: Kaori had a newling infant before her, what need had anyone for curtsies and formalities? Of course, Kay would eventually get back to normal but for this occasion formality would have to be cast aside. "Oh, what a perfect way to enter the world," she softly breathed, unable to remove her eyes from the child. And Bess was even kind enough to bring the baby closer for Kaori to see, good lady she was! Kaori laughed lightly, tentatively reaching but never quite touching the child without having permission as she said, "Look at her hair!" Kaori was more content to watch things such as the steady rise and fall of the babe's chest as she breathed, and catch little movements such as the opening of her mouth or the shift of hands she hadn't yet control over. "And such a lovely name. A perfect name." Ah yes, Kaori knew far too much of the tragedies that had befallen both women the child was named after, and she thought it very fitting both women should be paid homage to in the life of this child. "I cannot yet see who she favors. I believe she will have a lovely blend of you both." White teeth pressed into Kaori's lip as she looked up at the man she was starting to get impatient to marry. Who needn't such an occasion made of it! They should just have it done and get on with life, moon after the war was settled. The arrival of little Davina made Kaori eager for the start of her family with Marcos. (d)

Bess: "She looks like Ahdam," Beathag offered on the matter of being favored, " Ahdam n' his mother, at time she favors my mother. Both Davina n' Murieall had dark hair n' could pass for sisters, n' dark eyes. She truly has Ahdam's eyes, n' when ye look close why, ye can e'en see bits 'o' the marshall's eyes." Kind woman indeed! Marcos began to join them, cooing over the lot of them with accolades in his native tongue, a kiss for the head of the mother. "See now, ah she opens 'er eyes...such eyes, m'daughter." Sea-green hue peered up at them, the flex of emerald greens of Bess, the hazels, the blues. Paired with her auburn hair it was really a stunning combination. But the praise a mother lavishes on her child is biased! "Ah've waited all m'life for this. For Aodhan, fer Ahdam, n' now ye, n' Ah didn' teven know it. Would ye like tae hold 'er? (d)

Marcos: Realizing he had touched Davina before asking, even if brief and subtle as it was, he had lost all sense of manners it seemed. "Eh, forgive me Senora.. I forget mi-self at times." Letting the hand that had touched Davina, slip back behind him again while the other continued to rest lightly on the shoulder of the babes mother. He would continue to hover over them all, letting his dark eyes shift easily from one beautiful face to the next. This land was full of beautiful women! Thankfully, one had captured his attention early on and spared him the headaches of making the decision for himself. However, now, he wouldn't have it any other way. It was strange really, to suddenly think back on that time. Where he had sailed to inform one of a life that was to shatter, while in the very same process, another was made anew. Coming back from distant thoughts, the question posed of whether he or Kaori would like to hold Davina had him smiling almost bashfully. "Eh.. por favor.. mi amor first if she likes." He said before straightening and standing to his full height. <d

Kaori: "Yes!" Kaori seemed to squeak as if she had been praying for the question from the start. She had been hopeful but not presumptuous. Kaori simply loved children, something that had been with her since she was a youth herself. Perhaps it had started when her only baby brother (no question, the child was forbidden to be another girl, after all) was denied his chance at life. Whatever it was, Kaori had an affection that bordered reverence for babies and when an opportunity to hold one arose, she never turned it down. Kaori quickly retook her feet, though remained stooped to receive the child, allowing Bess to make the first move in passing her over. Kaori could hardly remember when Cal and Carri had been this tiny, but it hadn't exactly been a happy time in her life. Quietly, she murmured, "These are the days to cherish," a fond smile moved from the baby to her mother. (d)

Bess: "Aodhan was tha' tiny some six years agae. We were livin in' a small cottage in central Scotland, with Eirian, n' twas only us three fer a time. Oh, Ah can nay tell ye.Nay matter wot happened or wot Ah carried him through he came, sae perfect n' small. Those are days Ah shan't soon forget n' with Davina, was able tae enjoy it all. Nay one perished. Nay one was taken n' despite wot gaes on now was happy. Sae very happy. N' now here she be." Looking to Marcos she saw him strong, tall. A good man to weather a hard storm. Adam was much the same way, but to remember ships she said, "We lived on the sea half o' Aodhan's life, n' now this is a good home. See how yer Lady is with the babe? Very good with children." She grinned. "Ah used tae have them at me back door in Orkney, pass out sweets tae the village darlins'." She shared Kaori's love of young children, remembering that life continued through them, all life. Davina remained with open eyes to see Kaori as best as young, fractured sight could. She relied on her scent, her touch, her taste to distinguish anything. (d)

Marcos: Marcos simply stood back, far enough away he wasn't crowding them, but still close enough where his hand now rested on the back of the chair for which Bess sat. He nodded a few times, listening as the woman spoke of times passed, smiling faintly. His dark gaze moved from the Duchess to Kaori, watching her hold Davina and the sight of such making his chest ache. Ache because he too was ready for the day their family would start. Which... known only to them, would be much sooner than later. "Si... mi amor es muy bueno... with all things." He added with a huge grin. It was meant both in innocent and yet not so innocent fun. Leave it to the Spaniard to think and say such things to make his Kaori blush. Though, by now, he was switching sides, now coming to stand just behind Kaori and looking down at Davina over the woman's shoulder. His head canting to one side, unable to take his eyes off her for a long moment. <d

Kaori: Once the baby was well in hand Kaori bit her bottom lip, positively enraptured. It amazed her how light babies started out, so warm and soft. It was a relief to finally see a happy, healthy baby. Bringing new life into the world was so difficult, and that had been only too evident in the whispers in the halls of what had become of babies and mothers of the kingdom. It made Kaori a little worried, but it was also a reminder to take nothing for granted, not for a second. Her twins were both very healthy, and near as Kaori could tell, she was, too. Very softly, Kaori whispered, "Welcome to this world, Davina. It's a crazy place, but we'll try to help you see the good that's here. There really is so much." A soft kiss was placed to the baby's forehead, very light and careful. Looking at Marcos, she could see how much he yearned for the day he would hold his own offspring. It was a distinct honor to know she was the one chosen to give him that moment. She longed for it just as he did. "Marcos?" she asked, somehow willing relinquish the child. She could tell he had wanted to hold her, and was grateful he had given her the first opportunity. But as it was she knew Marcos had to be tired having just returned ashore. He'd probably be ready to head to bed soon, and was quite confident the Duke might come searching for his child if they kept her too long from her father! (d)

Marcos: His gaze lifted and shifted from Davina to Kaori as she asked if he wanted to hold her. He of course would look to Bess to make sure it was alright before nodding to Kaori. "Si.. " He whispered and held out his arms to let his beloved place Davina within them. "Hola Princessa Davina... a pleasure to meet you." He said with a smile. As the baby was shifted about, she seem to make a face to show how unhappy she was to be handed off again before being allowed to get comfortable in one's arms." Shhh, por favor, no llora poco uno. ...es bien, prometo." ( Shhh, please, do not cry little one....all is well, I promise.) He whispered to her as he held her close to his chest while cradling her. He made soft subtle bounces and he took a couple steps to help ease her back into a much more content state, and it seemed to work as the displeased face faded. He looked up from her to each woman and grinned. <d

Kaori: Kaori looked at the scene before her and her countenance fell, shoulders dropping as the soft sigh was exhaled, watching the man with the tiny baby in his arms. Kaori could see it in his eyes, what a good father he'd be. Really, she had proof of it daily in the way he took care of Cal and Carri. Carrine had been a bit out of sorts since Marcos had left, and Kay was quite eager she'd be beside herself when she saw Marcos next. The child very rarely took to strangers, least of all men. Thankfully she had seen something in Marcos to allow her to get past it and trust him. Caliban trusted anyone with a smile. She managed to look away from Marcos to smile at Bess, hoping she didn't look entirely too proud. "It suits him, does it not?" She wondered if they could be married before he had to set off to sea once more... (d)

Bess: "Aye, it does. E'ery man should 'ave a family, Kaori. Tis m'thought 'pon the matter. Ye know tis common 'mong some Scotts nay tae trust unwed men o'er a certain age. Looks suspicious," She winked. Even among the those of the Old Ways, continuing a lineage was serious business. Matches were arranged, carried out. Children born. For matters of love? One would think it made the duty less an obligation and a true honor. Marcos was so at home with Davina in his arms, soothing her worries with ease. "Ah imagine with ye children tis as if he had them with ye aye? Tis how Adam n' Aodhan are. Ye wouldn't know tha' Aodhan is his step-son." (d)

Marcos: The Spanish Captain was at a loss for words really as he was in awe of such tiny hands and fingers. Her fingers had curled around his pinky, making the mans heart thump a lil louder in his chest. His grin grew to a smile, reaching his eyes and increasing the depths of the few lines there. However, he'd have to relinquish his hold on her and hand her back over to her mother. The hour was late, the Captain need his rest and the Duchess along with the princess would soon have to join the Duke and the ebony prince. Slowly, he closed the distance between himself and Bess, lowering carefully to hand her back over after gently prying his finger from Davina's hold. Once she was safely held within her mothers arms. He smiled to them both. "Muy muy bonita ..." (Very very pretty.) He said before once more standing straight and moving to Kaori's side. "Por favor Senora, forgive us... the night, she grows late and I am in need to rest as I am sure you are as well. We will leave you to enjoy your daughter now and join the rest of su familia." He would say as he offered his arm to Kaori now. <d

Kaori: Kaori had grinned at Bess' question. "They both treat him as if he was their biological father." She shrugged. "The father isn't the man that plants the seed but the one that tends it, after all." Looking back at Marcos, she was glad to know that moving forward , at least Marcos would be taking over both roles. She knew quite well that it was time for him to get to bed. He had to be exhausted, and come morning, he would want to see the twins. "Congratulations, Bess. She's so beautiful. I'm so happy for you." She leaned over to hug her friend around her shoulders, mindful of the baby she held. A hand moved to the baby's head briefly as she said, "Good night, little Davina. Sleep well." She then took Marcos arm, looking back over her shoulder one last time at the baby and her mother before heading out with her beloved. (d)

Bess: "Thank ye for comin' tae see us. Tis good, tae see old friends." Kaori's thin, tiny arms were encompassed by the longer limbs of her friend. For a second she stood, casting Kaori in the shadow of her stature. Marcos was next. "Kaori is right. A father is the one tha' loves them, makes them grow. Ye take good care o' those small ones. There is nothin' more precious in this world than our children." In the fire as they left, they saw pieces of it spark light in the unbound golden hair. Davina seemed to make noises of contentment in her mother's arms. "We were nay parted o'e rlong, but Ah missed ye tae. Oh yes." Instead of the chair, she lowered herself to the plushness of the furs to watch the fires dance. (d)

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

Beathag: No rest was had for the weary, but weary did not describe adequetely what having the babe meant. To look on her one could no neither disappointment or worry. Like the snow under the strong sun, it melted to the nothing it should be when in the presence of youth. For the second day, Beathag found her way to the gardens after being denied the sanctuary for so long. Aodhan returned to his daily lessons, leaving her alone with the small one under the watchful eye of devoted keepers. .On a dry patch of earth, she curled up inside of a woolen plaid shawl, feeding Davina on fresh air, sun, and the good things that awaited in the world for her (d)

Maahes:He had been out on the fields for so long the Beast of Skye almost forgot what civilization felt like. The castle walls had for the first time in a very long time become a comfort. He slept soundly with his son, and daughter as he felt them unable to break--a stone tomb had now become a welcome shell. Many hours were spent between the Lily and the Castle in his free time, for feedings changes, and other such objects that came along with an infant but for the afternoon his arms were free. Fresh from the lines, he was clean but still wrapped in the heavy leather armor that had served him well. "I praise God for the break in the weather." His raspy voice billowed softly as his body broke free from the shadowy halls and his steps carried him out into the gardens. The sun shifted over desert colored skin, and made his appearance seem right--welcomed. Crossing the path where Bess sat he would kneel before her, upon both knees to become eye level with the child that had captivated a nation, "Marhaba Amira..." (hello princess) Words shifting harsh features into a melted puddle--heart of pudding or so they say. (d

Beathag: The Beast of Skye came to keep company with the Lady Griffin, a veritable mountain
among her sex. So strange, to see the manifestation of war's rage and the embodidment of the eternal hills of Scotland and Skye brought low by a thing so very, very small. Davina was not done with her meal, pressed against the milk-giving orb with eyes that looked out for a minute. Maahes' shadow made the green-blue gaze turn, before getting holed up in thin lids. "She'll visit with ye when she's done, Ah suppose," she chuckled, allowing the shawl around her to serve as protection for the child hard at work on a meal. Sun became warmenough to coax blooms from the earth, to make people flood the streets again. Save for the war's unresolved ends, life seemed almost as it had been before. Save now, the two met again as new parents. "'Ello, General." Davina had done it again, melted a man. (d)

Maahes: Without once taking his eyes from the child he flatly sat upon his backside in the grass, "Duchess." A dry almost unfriendly sound, but in fact he was simply..occupied. Every little motion of the child was taken in, her hands..face but when her eyes closed he could not help but laugh lightly, "It must be great comfort to be so close to your heart, they sleep. Always with the closed eyes." Just the night before he had tried to coax his own infants eyes open if only for a moment, but the boy just cried. "I will find the best..uh.." He searched for the word, but would be quick to give up, "Ovca in the grass, and have your cooks prepare the feast. It is tradition." He would still his thoughts for a moment, wondering if now would be the right time, all of the sheep in the fields seemed so little and starved from the cold winter. Of course he was still armed to the teeth, battle ready and worn; however was very put together and seemingly happy with all that was going on. Though Bess had been sitting there the entire time, as his amber orbs rose to meet her own it would be the first time he actually saw her--realization that she was in fact before him...easily done with children. "And how is her Mother? Do you eat yet?" As always very eager to see the women of these lands gain a few pounds, but more importantly he didn't want Bess to loose any..she had been looking real good for months now. (d

Beathag: She chuckled almost to the point of snorting at how funny Maahes was, disregarding her entirely for the tiniest woman among their company. Davina had the power to capture, to ensnare all attention to which Beathag understood so well for when Adam held her, by God, she could look at nothing else! "Mmhmm. She closes her 'eyes when she feeds, when she sleeps tis almost sad because 'er eyes are sae pretty. But ye open them again, dun ye m'precious? What beh n' Ovca though?" In the grass - a boar, a cow, a sheep. Some sort of creature that appeared often on a feast table was what Beathag deduced. Only when he looked up to realize she was there, another laugh would come. Wide was the smile to almost startling proportions. Many who remarked on seeing Beathag could not remember the last time - if ever - the smile had been so wide. You see, this was whom she was, but it was hard to show that when steel was the dictated nature of the current reign. A slight few lucky had seen such before, so it wasn't so very baffling. "Ah'm fine, Ah eat like a 'orse as much as she feeds like one. Food n' Ah are fast friends." (d)

Maahes: "Many victories have come with the battles, and now another for the future of home." He spoke with a soft smile her own melting his heart as well. It was good to see her as so as it had been so long since any had known such a feeling. "Ovca..the ones in the field on the downs. Sh-eep." A dark brow rose almost daring her to laugh, but he as well continued, "On the 3rd day of her birth you feast. On the 7th the child's hair is cut weighed with gold, and that coin is given to the poor, along with his name. Though, I have no clue what I will name him." He smiled again reaching a boulder arm to his back and drawing out a long curved dagger placing it tip down into the earth.
"The blood of the feast is good omen. Makes a long healthy life, many grandchildren." Or so that all that mattered to him, and he would chuckle lightly, "but I am sure Duke would not be pleased with the cutting of her hair..He would remove my own, so perhaps we'll settle for a feast, hmm?" (d

Beathag: "Welcome 'ome fer a time then, mah hero," She saw his smile and felt her own rise if it could do so anymore. Once the baby was done, beneath the shawl she adjusted her hold to pull up the sleeve of the dress for cover. Once done, risen knees held the child craddled against the upper thighs so she might hold her hands, look on her more directly. Traditions and customs he was giving, "Ye are vera kind, Maahes. Tha' would be a wonderful thing, n' thank ye. We'll keep 'er hair though," giggling, she touched the top of tender head. "It's goin tae be thick n' full, so full!" (d)

Maahes: "You will name the time, and I will search for a gift" His warning that he simply was not very good at that matter, "Shaden will be envious that I see her, she's wanted to. I have moved closer to the castle.." The subject of his eyes darkened as his thoughts traveled with caution to Bess, "I have a feeling inside, and will be posting more guards for every watch." He didn't want to worry her, but Maahes had learned a long time ago to listen to his body, to go with as it says. His body was his temple, and his last defense and when his heart told him to be alert--he was quick. "We cut them off, they will find another way, more secretive this time. Try to hit us closer to heart, and home but...there will be no reason to worry.." His hand brushed softly the baby's thin hair before letting it fall back to his knee. He knew he should return soon, and suddenly feared he would worry Bess..but..something as well told him he knew better. This wasn't her first war, as that was made very clear to him almost 2 years ago on the shores of Sleat. No doubt they both made many precautions, however it was Maahes's duty to double check right? (d

Beathag: "Ah shall have tae meet her then somewhere twixt her home n' mine. A day fer the gift, mm..your day shall be the day fer all children, mah beloved," the babe seemed to agree lifting both of her little hands to grapple for beathag'sfingers. A strong grip, that so help her, would never be made to endure what she had. Soft hands would remain that of a vestal virgin's. She may defend, but Gods be praised she would never have to attack as her mother had. The White Hound had laid down before the child's birth to allow the White Lady her rightful place. She turned to look at Maahes as he said he would put extra guard. "Ah dun worry on such things with the likes o' ye about. " No, itwas only the first war that she did not follow him into the thick of the throngs. It would be a first, where once they had circled one another now they sat side by side. He had been afraid of touch then, and she was accused of imprisoning him when no solution between Skye and Avaria could be reached. Between shared tempers, tragedy, and victory he became a very steadfast friend. It was expressed, as she put her hand gently against his forearm. "Maahes, it means more tae me than ye know tha' ye still are here." (d)

Maahes: He had grown quiet as she spoke watching the child move in her lap, the little hands reaching up made his heartache and he longed to be home. The day was half done, and it would not be long before he could kick away his boots, "Bess I would be no where else, and have I to do it again..I would." Maahes wasn't an emotional person, or one that showed his raw sides to many, but Bess knew him very well; knowing he would be speaking from his heart. "My life here is complete." Raising then he pressed his hand against her own that held him and would let it go as he stood. "Had it not been for the clan leader of Lamont I would not be here today, I will owe him a great honor. When this is over I will offer him anything that he wishes that is mine. He saved my life, and as you know that is hard to do." A smirk then from a little cokey feature as he knew well what he was, and what he was capable of. (d

Beathag: "Good. Dun think Ah'd want ye tae be anywhere else. Grown rather used tae ye hereabouts." It was true she had a rather soft spot in her heart for the large, brewding Egpytian bohemoth but respected him too as a General and leader. The people on his lands wished for nothing, and Eirian knew what she was doing when she told him to build there. "Rosalind's 'usband? Well then, a great honor indeed. He'll beh doubly thanked." She shook her head at his cokey aspects but shrugged. It was the truth afterall. Maahes did more saving than being saved, at least in the physical sense. "Och, tha' reminds meh. Minds ne'er much after givin' birth. Was told, tha' iffn Ah sae ye, tae find Eirian. She 'as somewot for ye." (d)

Maahes Just her name made his heart lift and he smiled, "I will make sure to find Eirian. I would very much like to her, and her husband." Without thought his hand brushed over the flesh that Bess had touched, an old habit. "I will check on you this evening, but you know to send for me should I be needed. I will come running." And with that he would venture back out into the day. (d)

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

(On the day of her birth, the breakfast)


Beathag could recall many things, and other's she couldn't. There was no way that time would cheat her of the first few precious moments of Davina's life. From the moment Adam held her in his hands until she came to her arms, everything became clear as crystal with the slow, sweet fluidity that allowed her eyes to capture the color, her ears the sound of everything. Every voice, every well wish, every laugh of Adam coupled with every sweet breathe to the timing of Davina's heart.

That would be the day her own heart beat just a little more, that she smiled, a little wider. That she was herself, and the people might see it.

"No Jelenah, ye dun interrupt anythin! Come, eat..come see. Gods, come see." Beathag laughed like the child who had a secret to share, craddling the child as she reached out with the want to be touched.