Post by mairi on Jul 1, 2008 12:40:07 GMT -6
11:25] Pride of Eireann: Mairi was still fully painted and awaiting battle. She sat, her back to the road, looking out towards the sea. The lines were formed, and everyone was waiting. Torches surrounded her, at a far distance, this night, so that she could see who approached her. Sword drawn, she sat on a rock gazing seaward, her thoughts for the moment resting on Sean. She appeared to be alone. Her offhand held a dagger, which she cleaned against the clothing on her thigh. (d)
[11:40] JackoftheFaerie: The sound of hooves would reach her through the still night air, before the body of Horse would materalize through the darkness. Horse was being lead by his master, Jack Mac Tuatha'an. Some of the Irishman's woad had become smared through the course of the battle and he heat of the day. Jack smiled softly at seeing her. During the course of battle, Jack had indeed proved his worth as a Consort. Many a time, there would be a clearing the in battle that would show her where her Consort and one of the English champions had battled. Each time, the English champion had fallen before the course of battle closed about them. At present, the Irishman had come from the Sacred Grove. A number of those that were devout in the ancient ways had taken offerings and sacrifies of banners, armor, and weapons from the English dead and laid them against and around the grove's oak tree. (d)
[11:45] Pride of Eireann: The Ceannfort was appreciative of the success. She heard him, and the slight rustle created by the knights in the surrounding trees that were guarding her. She held a graceful hand in the air to stay them, and only then did she turn to see who came. Sheathing both sword and dagger after she stood, Mairi held a great deal of pride and lust in her eyes. She was grateful that he looked unharmed. Mairi was unharmed, and had seen battle only when she had waded into the scraps of dying Englishmen. She was not looking for an even fight; she had been looking for information at swordpoint, and was merciless whether or not information was given. Her sword and conscience clean, the Ceannfort wished to take her consort then and there, and it shone
[11:48] Pride of Eireann: in her eyes. The sight of Horse produced an amused half-smile, which faded as she strode forward to meet him. She would not let him kiss her--it was she that offered it to him, forcefully grabbing at the clothing which covered his chest and pulling him near with force until their lips met. He would never have felt so much promise in a kiss before. She owed him. She would let the kiss last as long as he would to show that she was pleased with him. (d)
[11:55] JackoftheFaerie: Had been presently surprised by the way Mairi went to him, grabbed his cuirass by the openings for the arms and pulling him close. The kiss was well recieved and the forcefullness of it was pleasing to him, as was the way he felt promise in it. Jack returned it with the same force that she gave him, once more blurring the line between who was the dominant one in all they did. The kiss would part, only enough for a bit of breath, before he returned it with equal force once again. Then he smiled softly, "We 'ave secured tha field, mi'Ceannfort." (d)
[12:03] Pride of Eireann: "Good. An Irish victory, as all should be." Mairi said without surprise. By her tone, it was clear that the woman was a capable and natural leader, able to fall into all of her former habits, for better or worse. She arched a brow and looked to him, before she spoke the next. "How many casualties? I've only seen four men in need of aid, this far back. I would like to see the field immediately, but I will first tend to any wounded." She was not void of compassion, but focused and intent on her goals. Mairi then bit her lip, then let her tongue moisten those lips as she continued looking up to him. In a challenging tone, she said, "After that I will have ye, an' everyone will know what a fine job ye have done fer I will not be quiet about me pleasure." (D)
[12:13] JackoftheFaerie: The Irishman would respond with the number of wounded and such like. "There are 'nough villagers an' those in Dunluce Town tha' are sympathetic an' will' ta 'elp." He grinned wolfishly to her, "An' tha' meas tha' tha only man ye need care 'bout tis me." (d)
[12:18] Pride of Eireann: She nodded once, simply. "Aye then, so it seems." She took his hand, but it was clear she wanted more. She observed the way the paint was smeared about him, the intensity that still hung in his eyes. She would gladly go about building him up for hours, then give him all that he asked for, on her own terms. "Show me what is ours again." She then placed his hand, so gently, upon her belly. The child within was theirs too, and she wanted him to know that she thought about it constantly. The humidity hung in the air, making her hair impossibly curly. "I am also thirsty; we should stop by the camp fer some food an' drink, an' to keep the men in good spirits." Holding his gaze, she offered him a very sweet kiss, and then a promise. "I swear to ye later, they'll all know how well ye did. I shall be so unquiet I'll rival the sea." (d)
[13:35] JackoftheFaerie: The Irishman quietly bowed to her as she spoke of seeing the field of war, "As ye wish, Ceannfort." The he rose and offered her his arm. As hey moved to the battlefield, she would see glints of light that showed where Irish and Scottish soliders moved around on the field of battle, a companion holding a torch while another used a spear, sword, or axe to put the English wounded out of their misery. (d)
[13:38] Pride of Eireann: Mairi supervised the goings-on, glad that all had gone accordingly. When he had offered his arm, Mairi had held up a hand for the hidden knights, who were still in the trees. "Ye may stay," she said to them, and at the sound of
[13:40] Pride of Eireann: relaxed armor beneath the cover, she let her lover lead her about. Several of the men stopped briefly, to nod or bow. "Ceannfort. Admiral." She had never felt more pride than she did at this time, hand on his arm, surveying what had been orchestrated. A few of the woodsmen who were helping spoke of it being true...the Ceannfort being alive, and was she with child? Aye. She would answer the gossip by placing her hand gently and protectively over her womb. "Mairi lives, I have seen her..." the words echoed throughout the field with a quiet energy. "How far extends our victory, Admiral?" she could not see too far beyond the torchlight, and wondered how her brother and his woman fared to the south. (d)
[14:07] JackoftheFaerie: Jack smiled softly as he caught sight of placing her hand so gently and protectively over her womb. The Irishman paused in their walk, placing his hand over her own. There was a gentle smile as did so. Let the gossip also say who the father of her child was. Then he turned and resumed walking the field of war with her. How complete their victory? He would not immedately answer, leading her up to the gates of the town of Dunluce. Which were opened. Many of the higher ranked soliders would have quarters here -- no doubt Mairi and Jack themsleves, if Mairi choose. Small groups of allied soliders staggered through the streets, revelling in the applause and drink heaped upon them by the Irish citizens. It was a festival and a revelery. So close to the field of war. More people here, in the town, would see the Ceannfort and her Consort. Jack would cotinue walking, until they stopped. A barracade was being constructed across the main throughfairs of the town, men with pikes and spears lingered wearily at the barracades. Here were handgonners and archers at the ready. But a stone's throw away from there they stopped? The gatehouse of Dunluce castle itself. "We control all tha land from tha beach ta 'ere. All up an' down tha coast, as far as Dunsevrick, tha towns an' villages 'ave rebelled. Some swear fer us. Others fer themselves. Sae long as they dae nae go to the Anglish, let 'em be." (d)
[14:11] Pride of Eireann: "Aye, fer now it is fer them to say. They will want soon enough, an' what they want, we can provide to them. They will come to me to seek things; they always do." She answered absently, so professionally, as she looked upon Dunluce town. She nodded to a few of the higher ranking officers as they passed, and in turn the bent low to her, and to Jack--causing others to turn and see who was there. A few little children came running up to them once they entered the open part of the town. "Is it true ye are the Ceannfort? Ye look like her!" a boy said, then when Mairi nodded, turned agape to Jack. "The Faerie Prince." He backed away, half in fear, half in awe. "Tis me consort an' admiral," Mairi said, holding out her hand and stooping down to be at the boy's level. "Come forth, young man, there's nothin' to fear; I swear it." She was so gentle in tone and good with the boy. (d)
[14:18] JackoftheFaerie: Jack smiled broadly, his teeth a slash of white amidst his painted features, at the boy. The Irishman said gently, "She speaks tha' truth, lad. Fer she 'as taken me as 'er Consort, an 'er words I must obey." Yeah, right. Jack would aslo kneel down to the boy's level, "Fear me nae, sae long as ye are good laddie fer yer folks, aye?" Seemed familiar. Be a good boy, or the Boogie Man will get you! There was a smile as the Irishman surveyed the group of children. "Will ye all dae tha both o' us a boon? Let it be known tha' tha Ceannfort 'as returned ta Erie an' tha' all that tis wrong wit' tha land, shall be made right." (d)
[14:23] Pride of Eireann: The children look positively frightened by them, though one of the little girls held her hand out to the hilt of Mairi's sword. It was something shiny and new, no doubt it had been a while since the girl had seen an Irish woman with anything new. Mairi withdrew some florins from her pouch and passed them out, one to each child. "This is fer yer supper, aye?" It was the old coinage, words in Irish. The kind that would be used here again more predominantly than English money. On second thought, she handed out coins in smaller denomination as well--coin from Skye. The merchants, by decree, would have to get used to accepting Skye money. Better now than later--and they wouldn't say no to children, she was sure. "Go on now; ye take that to yer families." They nodded at Jack's statement, seeming more frightened of him than anything. (d)
[14:26] JackoftheFaerie: Jack laughed once the children disappeared, "May'ap I shall be gaein' ta clean me face now?" He sighed, "I dae nae wish tha children ta be scared o' me.... only tha Anglish." Jack smiled softly, watching them go. What would the parents make of the stories the children told? A Faerie Prince giving out coins for food? (d)
[14:29] Pride of Eireann: "Come now, they must learn. Ye know our Seanna would not be scared of ye. Tis better fer them to know a painted face as a friend." Mairi was still of course, fit, but her body was changing rapidly, and she leaned on Jack as she stood. She resisted the urge to grunt like an old woman. "I love tha tmost of all, seein' the children. I need to rest a minute, Jack." Feeling a bit dizzy, she stood there, hand placed on him, face slightly devoid of color. "I think the baby's hungry, an' the ma is thirsty," She was looking at her Consort, asking him to provide for her and their unborn. (d)
[11:40] JackoftheFaerie: The sound of hooves would reach her through the still night air, before the body of Horse would materalize through the darkness. Horse was being lead by his master, Jack Mac Tuatha'an. Some of the Irishman's woad had become smared through the course of the battle and he heat of the day. Jack smiled softly at seeing her. During the course of battle, Jack had indeed proved his worth as a Consort. Many a time, there would be a clearing the in battle that would show her where her Consort and one of the English champions had battled. Each time, the English champion had fallen before the course of battle closed about them. At present, the Irishman had come from the Sacred Grove. A number of those that were devout in the ancient ways had taken offerings and sacrifies of banners, armor, and weapons from the English dead and laid them against and around the grove's oak tree. (d)
[11:45] Pride of Eireann: The Ceannfort was appreciative of the success. She heard him, and the slight rustle created by the knights in the surrounding trees that were guarding her. She held a graceful hand in the air to stay them, and only then did she turn to see who came. Sheathing both sword and dagger after she stood, Mairi held a great deal of pride and lust in her eyes. She was grateful that he looked unharmed. Mairi was unharmed, and had seen battle only when she had waded into the scraps of dying Englishmen. She was not looking for an even fight; she had been looking for information at swordpoint, and was merciless whether or not information was given. Her sword and conscience clean, the Ceannfort wished to take her consort then and there, and it shone
[11:48] Pride of Eireann: in her eyes. The sight of Horse produced an amused half-smile, which faded as she strode forward to meet him. She would not let him kiss her--it was she that offered it to him, forcefully grabbing at the clothing which covered his chest and pulling him near with force until their lips met. He would never have felt so much promise in a kiss before. She owed him. She would let the kiss last as long as he would to show that she was pleased with him. (d)
[11:55] JackoftheFaerie: Had been presently surprised by the way Mairi went to him, grabbed his cuirass by the openings for the arms and pulling him close. The kiss was well recieved and the forcefullness of it was pleasing to him, as was the way he felt promise in it. Jack returned it with the same force that she gave him, once more blurring the line between who was the dominant one in all they did. The kiss would part, only enough for a bit of breath, before he returned it with equal force once again. Then he smiled softly, "We 'ave secured tha field, mi'Ceannfort." (d)
[12:03] Pride of Eireann: "Good. An Irish victory, as all should be." Mairi said without surprise. By her tone, it was clear that the woman was a capable and natural leader, able to fall into all of her former habits, for better or worse. She arched a brow and looked to him, before she spoke the next. "How many casualties? I've only seen four men in need of aid, this far back. I would like to see the field immediately, but I will first tend to any wounded." She was not void of compassion, but focused and intent on her goals. Mairi then bit her lip, then let her tongue moisten those lips as she continued looking up to him. In a challenging tone, she said, "After that I will have ye, an' everyone will know what a fine job ye have done fer I will not be quiet about me pleasure." (D)
[12:13] JackoftheFaerie: The Irishman would respond with the number of wounded and such like. "There are 'nough villagers an' those in Dunluce Town tha' are sympathetic an' will' ta 'elp." He grinned wolfishly to her, "An' tha' meas tha' tha only man ye need care 'bout tis me." (d)
[12:18] Pride of Eireann: She nodded once, simply. "Aye then, so it seems." She took his hand, but it was clear she wanted more. She observed the way the paint was smeared about him, the intensity that still hung in his eyes. She would gladly go about building him up for hours, then give him all that he asked for, on her own terms. "Show me what is ours again." She then placed his hand, so gently, upon her belly. The child within was theirs too, and she wanted him to know that she thought about it constantly. The humidity hung in the air, making her hair impossibly curly. "I am also thirsty; we should stop by the camp fer some food an' drink, an' to keep the men in good spirits." Holding his gaze, she offered him a very sweet kiss, and then a promise. "I swear to ye later, they'll all know how well ye did. I shall be so unquiet I'll rival the sea." (d)
[13:35] JackoftheFaerie: The Irishman quietly bowed to her as she spoke of seeing the field of war, "As ye wish, Ceannfort." The he rose and offered her his arm. As hey moved to the battlefield, she would see glints of light that showed where Irish and Scottish soliders moved around on the field of battle, a companion holding a torch while another used a spear, sword, or axe to put the English wounded out of their misery. (d)
[13:38] Pride of Eireann: Mairi supervised the goings-on, glad that all had gone accordingly. When he had offered his arm, Mairi had held up a hand for the hidden knights, who were still in the trees. "Ye may stay," she said to them, and at the sound of
[13:40] Pride of Eireann: relaxed armor beneath the cover, she let her lover lead her about. Several of the men stopped briefly, to nod or bow. "Ceannfort. Admiral." She had never felt more pride than she did at this time, hand on his arm, surveying what had been orchestrated. A few of the woodsmen who were helping spoke of it being true...the Ceannfort being alive, and was she with child? Aye. She would answer the gossip by placing her hand gently and protectively over her womb. "Mairi lives, I have seen her..." the words echoed throughout the field with a quiet energy. "How far extends our victory, Admiral?" she could not see too far beyond the torchlight, and wondered how her brother and his woman fared to the south. (d)
[14:07] JackoftheFaerie: Jack smiled softly as he caught sight of placing her hand so gently and protectively over her womb. The Irishman paused in their walk, placing his hand over her own. There was a gentle smile as did so. Let the gossip also say who the father of her child was. Then he turned and resumed walking the field of war with her. How complete their victory? He would not immedately answer, leading her up to the gates of the town of Dunluce. Which were opened. Many of the higher ranked soliders would have quarters here -- no doubt Mairi and Jack themsleves, if Mairi choose. Small groups of allied soliders staggered through the streets, revelling in the applause and drink heaped upon them by the Irish citizens. It was a festival and a revelery. So close to the field of war. More people here, in the town, would see the Ceannfort and her Consort. Jack would cotinue walking, until they stopped. A barracade was being constructed across the main throughfairs of the town, men with pikes and spears lingered wearily at the barracades. Here were handgonners and archers at the ready. But a stone's throw away from there they stopped? The gatehouse of Dunluce castle itself. "We control all tha land from tha beach ta 'ere. All up an' down tha coast, as far as Dunsevrick, tha towns an' villages 'ave rebelled. Some swear fer us. Others fer themselves. Sae long as they dae nae go to the Anglish, let 'em be." (d)
[14:11] Pride of Eireann: "Aye, fer now it is fer them to say. They will want soon enough, an' what they want, we can provide to them. They will come to me to seek things; they always do." She answered absently, so professionally, as she looked upon Dunluce town. She nodded to a few of the higher ranking officers as they passed, and in turn the bent low to her, and to Jack--causing others to turn and see who was there. A few little children came running up to them once they entered the open part of the town. "Is it true ye are the Ceannfort? Ye look like her!" a boy said, then when Mairi nodded, turned agape to Jack. "The Faerie Prince." He backed away, half in fear, half in awe. "Tis me consort an' admiral," Mairi said, holding out her hand and stooping down to be at the boy's level. "Come forth, young man, there's nothin' to fear; I swear it." She was so gentle in tone and good with the boy. (d)
[14:18] JackoftheFaerie: Jack smiled broadly, his teeth a slash of white amidst his painted features, at the boy. The Irishman said gently, "She speaks tha' truth, lad. Fer she 'as taken me as 'er Consort, an 'er words I must obey." Yeah, right. Jack would aslo kneel down to the boy's level, "Fear me nae, sae long as ye are good laddie fer yer folks, aye?" Seemed familiar. Be a good boy, or the Boogie Man will get you! There was a smile as the Irishman surveyed the group of children. "Will ye all dae tha both o' us a boon? Let it be known tha' tha Ceannfort 'as returned ta Erie an' tha' all that tis wrong wit' tha land, shall be made right." (d)
[14:23] Pride of Eireann: The children look positively frightened by them, though one of the little girls held her hand out to the hilt of Mairi's sword. It was something shiny and new, no doubt it had been a while since the girl had seen an Irish woman with anything new. Mairi withdrew some florins from her pouch and passed them out, one to each child. "This is fer yer supper, aye?" It was the old coinage, words in Irish. The kind that would be used here again more predominantly than English money. On second thought, she handed out coins in smaller denomination as well--coin from Skye. The merchants, by decree, would have to get used to accepting Skye money. Better now than later--and they wouldn't say no to children, she was sure. "Go on now; ye take that to yer families." They nodded at Jack's statement, seeming more frightened of him than anything. (d)
[14:26] JackoftheFaerie: Jack laughed once the children disappeared, "May'ap I shall be gaein' ta clean me face now?" He sighed, "I dae nae wish tha children ta be scared o' me.... only tha Anglish." Jack smiled softly, watching them go. What would the parents make of the stories the children told? A Faerie Prince giving out coins for food? (d)
[14:29] Pride of Eireann: "Come now, they must learn. Ye know our Seanna would not be scared of ye. Tis better fer them to know a painted face as a friend." Mairi was still of course, fit, but her body was changing rapidly, and she leaned on Jack as she stood. She resisted the urge to grunt like an old woman. "I love tha tmost of all, seein' the children. I need to rest a minute, Jack." Feeling a bit dizzy, she stood there, hand placed on him, face slightly devoid of color. "I think the baby's hungry, an' the ma is thirsty," She was looking at her Consort, asking him to provide for her and their unborn. (d)