Post by Lady Katerina on May 10, 2009 10:44:12 GMT -6
Fianna: She was frightened by the marketplace. The young woman had perfect posture, but still managed to walk timidly through the crowd. It seemed as though everyone else was going in the opposite direction. She was dressed cleanly but plainly, harboring a small chest in the crook of one arm, as if a babe. Wide-eyed, she gazed about at the people, and when a vendor tried to sell fruit to her, Fianna's jaw simply dropped and she looked around at the space, not knowing what to say or do. "No thanks, sir," she eventually muttered, her words identifying her as one of the emerald isle. She should have waited for her chaperone to wake up, she knew, but had been eager to find her cousin as well as the recipient of the letter. She noticed that some men were 'inspecting' her in a way she'd never experienced; a few women her age seemed to size her up. She could not fathom why. Clutching the rosary laced around her right hand,Fianna looked down at the small box and then attempted to move on. (d)
Katerina: ** Katerina decided it to be a good day to mill around the market place. She was still new to this country and was eager to see all it offered, her head turning to look about not paying attention to where she was going ran smack dab into the unknown woman. Her face blushed a deep crimson " I am so sorry M'Lady forgive my clumsiness." she said in a soft voice thickly laced with her English accent as she bent to help pick up any dropped items.**
Fianna: Fianna responded as though no one had ever run into her before. They had, but the nuns walked softly, and indoors. All of these people were bustling about so fast and carrying so many things. Bewildered, her mouth hung open for a moment as she concocted a response, which she set in a demure tone: "No, it is my time to apologize. I should've looked where I was goin' " ....at least that's what all the nuns were always telling her. Her voice was barely audible. She looked about, still a bit frightened, then realized she still clutched her rosary, but the small chest had fallen to the ground. (d)
Katerina:** Kat gave the woman a friendly smile as she picked up the box and began to replace the items that had fallen out. " Not from around here are you?" she asked softly. " Well no need to worry neither am I... I am Katerina, and it was my fault for I should have been looking where I was going and not trying to take it all in a t once." Kae was dressed in a simple dress of black and red with gold trim. The sleeves were of gossamer like fabric that hung open from the elbow down. Her long mahogany tresses were unbound and hung down her back, large blue eyes sparkled inthe sun ... it was obvious she was young... half way through her nineteenth year. " Though I am still learning my way around is there someplace I can direct you to?" she asked standing now with the box in her hands holding out to the woman.**
Fianna: Observing the other woman, Fianna guessed they were about the same age. She felt like she had a big sign attached to her announcing that she had just come out of the nunnery, and was a fool to the world. Fianna did not even recognize the other's accent. She noted how the other lady had scooped the jewelry back into the box without hesitation; it wasn't true then--not everyone beyond the nunnery was indeed a thief. She didn't know what she would have done had someone tried to take the jewelry. Those items had belonged to the Ceannfort of Ulster, and must be given to the woman's daughter. "Preferably the queen; I've a letter for her. I am also looking for a little girl, named Seanna. She has grey eyes." The line was practiced, and it sounded so. With all these people about in the marketplace, Fianna was nearly trembling. "I am Fianna O'Neill of Dunluce, representing Clann O'Neill and the Archbishop of Dunluce." She was not much of an ambassador--meek, obviously wide-eyed, with dark tresses. She looked somewhat threatened and confused. She was not bawdy and bold like most of the Irish that came through here. (d)
Katerina:** " Well Fianna I know nothing of a Queen but I can take you to the Duchess and perhaps she could further help you with your task." Kat looked about them and then whispered " With the contents of that box you should have an escort with you." Oh was that not the kettle calling the pot black! She was out here alone and with no escort and her life was threatened
more than once since her arriving here... but she would keep that to herself. " You are from Ireland then?" Kat gave her another smile. "Yes I think the Duchess or one of her court will be able to help you...shall I take you to the castle?"**
Fianna: Aye. My mission is urgent, though," she spoke in as low a voice she could in the bustling place, "and yes, it is the Duchess who must read me letter." She nodded at the recognition of her homeland. Before its merging with Skye, the O'Neills had fought well to recover Irish land from the British--Fianna had been so isolated, though, and was now thoroughly confused. "Aye, I appreciate yer help; it is fortunate I found ye first and not a brigand of some kind. Where is it ye are from?" Everything gathered and in its place, Fianna seemed ready to move to the castle. "There are so many people here; it's so overwhelming," she looked about, speaking generally. (d)
Katerina:** Kat let out a small chuckle " Then I shall take you to her." turing to face Fianna " I am from England... " she said looking about as if waiting for someone to throw something. With recent events and battles against the English felt out of place though the Duke and Duchess had offered for her to stay here. She still feared the one that wanted her dead and those
that hated the English.**
Fianna:"England?" Fianna replied, startled. She had been about to walk, but she felt in shock. English stole land--why not the Ceannfort's jewelry? Perplexed, she clutched the recovered chest a bit tighter and took a step back. Fianna did not even know who she was herself, yet; inside the nunnery for so long, she had not seen hardly anything of the world beyond. The sight of men who were not clergy was difficult enough to comprehend, let alone having a conversation with an English woman. "And this Duchess allows you to stay here?" It was asked mostly in a curious tone, but Fianna did not forget the reason she was in the nunnery in the first place--like most O'Neill men, her father had been in Ulster Fleet, the Irish Navy. (d)
Katerina: ** Kat watched as Fianna looked at her shocked to learn she was English. " Aye, England.Yes she does. Will anyone stop judging all by the actions of some?" hurt and confusion streaked across her young face. Oh she should not be surprised by the statement... it was not as if she had not heard it before. The whispers as she passed people... the pointing of fingers... yet it still hurt and left unseen scars. She watched as Fianna clutched her belongings tighter and stepped back. Anger slowly rose in Katerina " Your things are safe from and you have no reason to fear me." her voice filled with the hurt she felt... almost like a slap to her face. " I can find another to take you to take you to the Castle if that be your wish."**
Fianna: "Lord forgive me," Fianna replied immediately, looking up to the sky. She was not concerned with what the other mortal thought or felt, but found it to be her duty to please God. If God wished to put her here, in a conversation with an English woman, surely there was a reason. Fianna eased up a bit on clutching the test, but she pressed her rosary to her mouth briefly. She did not offer an apology, but in its place, a stunned stare. "Forgive me. I have spent my own life in a nunnery, lady, an' I know little of the ways of the world. God intended me for motherhood, an' ye must know that is why I am here...to deliver some jewelry to a little girl, an' to request from the Duchess to be matched with a noble an' pious man. I've no quarrel with ye." Her cheeks warmed visibly when she spoke of being matched to such a man. Naievete poured off of her in a sadly obvious fashion. (d)
Maverick Jabari: ::Majestic sky blue hues gazed about as he entered the marketplace. he dressed in black pants and a white button up shirt. A black vest hugging his rather toned frame. His short black hair was neatly combed and his face cleanly shaven. his hands were properly folded behind his back as he ventured. stopping every so often to eye the produce ::
Katerina: ** It was now her turn to feel bad for it was not Fianna's fault she felt this way. " Ahhh there is nothing to forgive Fianna.... let us forget it and start anew shall we?"her tone once more soft and friendly as she smiled to the girl who looked to be about the same age as herself.. Kat could not shake the feeling that she was being watched and she began to look about from side to side and then slowly turned in a circle. " We should go."she said a bit nervously.
Villian(s): From a short distance away he watched the dark haired girl he was sent to capture. A wicked smirk crossed his stubbled face as he slowly left his hiding place of the shadows. He was a large man second in command for Patrick his Laird. He made his way to where the girl was talking to another looking about to see if any others were about that might get in the way... as the two started to walk he followed but not close enough to call attention to himself. His hand gripped the pommel of his dagger as he thought of his mission.**
Fianna: Fianna saw it in her own best interest to immediately accept this olive branch. Besides, it was the pious thing to do, and to Fianna, the godliest choice of action was always the best. Sensing a bit of tension from Kat, she simply nodded in response. So new to the world, Fianna felt as though she had little choice but to follow the only person she had met. "I'll be in so much trouble when Father Declan hears I've been out on me own," she began, "He sent me along with someone to watch fer me, an' to approve any suitors, of course..." As she ended her sentence, Fianna realized she had been talking merely to fill the nervousness that had consumed her. She said no more and did her best to just walk steadily at Kat's side. (d)
Maverick Jabari: :: Spotting the man who appeared to be in pursuit of the two ladies and he quietly began to follow this man, keeping his distance ::
Alexander O’Connor: He'd stand silent, his broad shoulders rested back against the side of one of the more permanent structures of the market. His deep set gray eyes listless and roaming over the people, and wares that were being
hawked. Alexander had left Scotland for a good bit, traveling abroad as he was needed to the south, but he'd returned, as he always knew that he would. So, there he stood now. His hands resting over the butt of the hand and a half sword he'd always worn, fingers drumming idly upon the leather wound hilt. No fancy
clothes, no immaculate armor. A simple white linen shirt, covered over as it was with that black leather vest. The secret however, was in the lining. A fine layer of chainmail, sewn between two toughened hides, it made for invisible armor. Came in handy in pubs and what not. So, he'd cant those eyes this way and that, his shoulder length dark hair pulled back to a rough knot at the
base of his skull as he loitered restlessly. [x]
Katerina: ** Kat set an easy pace though she wanted to run .She turned to look at her new 'friend'? One could hope they would be so, but she could not shake the feeling that someone was following them and kept looking about but people and faces seemed to blend into the scene of people milling about looking at the wares and stuff within the market. The feeling would not
go away and she knew just knew this day was not going to get better. She had no wish to frighten Fianna but at the next bend in the lane she would direct Fianna to the Castle and she would do her best to put distance between them for if she were being followed, she did not want Fianna involved. " Fianna at the bend go right and follow the lane it will lead you to the castle.... I cannot explain more than this... trust me?" she said as she
picked up the pace of their stroll.
Villian(s): As they began to walk faster so did Calum... he could not let the girl out of his site for if he did he would meet the same fate as the others... Patrick would see to it. Large strides seemed to gobble up the dirt as he followed waiting for the perfect time to strike and do what he was commanded to do... end the life of the wench who threatened everything that Patrick wanted... lairdship of Clan MacKinnon. So consumed with following the girl he did not know he himself was being followed.**
Fianna: She offered an understanding glance to Kat as she picked up the skirts of her homespun dress just enough to allow for easy walking. Fianna was modest and pure, careful not to display her ankles. She touched the small veil pinned to her hair, knowing that fidgeting would not make the experience of knowing the world any easier. There was no time for regretting leaving the nunnery, and instinct took over. Fianna internally contemplated how instinct could and would lead to a sin of some sort, and grew fearful. Still, God had presented her with little choice, and so she nodded to Kati. "I'll go right..." she noticed the pace quicken, then looked briefly at the small chest she carried. "Are ye sure ye don't wish fer me to find a guard?
I could run back to the ship that brought me an' ask one of the men from the dock...?" Not accustomed to running about or going anywhere, Fianna was completely overwhelmed. She began to feel a bit breathless and dizzy, but did not mention it. Perhaps her courses were merely coming early, hence the reason
for the lightheaded feeling. (d)
Maverick Jabari: ::His walk turned into a slight jog in attempt to catch up to the man at the same time his hand reaching down to produce a dagger from his boot, he grasped it tightly as he approached the man. He crouch down slightly his fist making contact with the back of the mans legs in attempt to knock him down. Once on the ground his knee was brought to the mans chest and at the same time his dagger pressed to his throat. His other foot pressed down on the mans hand that grasped the dagger. A stern look of warning on his face:: I do not know why you are in pursuit of these women but I would suggest you take this as a warning and leave this place ::
Alexander O’Connor: Now, this was all quite amusing. He'd stand in silence and watch as the two young women proceeded by him, immediately followed, but at a distance of course, by a man who seemed intent on them ... and then that man himself as followed by yet another man. Well, this was an interesting morning already ! So, as the first man was tackled by the second man, for what Alex was assuming was no really good reason, he'd let that smirk grow over those roughly handsome features. He'd step forwards, those heavy solid heeled boots striking against the ground, and the ring of steel clearing it's metal scabbard would sound throughout the crowd. Alex didn't act hastily, unlike the man who'd attacked, however the cold blade of the sword he held would find it's press to the side of Maverick's throat, the edge twisting ever so slightly to apply just enough pressure. "Sir ... I do believe that some explanation is in order ..." His eyes darted to the women, and with a harsh shrill whistle he'd gather the attention of the crowds to the event that had apparently taken place. [x]
Villian(s): The man went down like a ton of bricks and turned swinging until he felt the cold steel against his throat as the man held it there growled a warning." I may leave but there are others.... there will alwayss be others!" he hissed.
Katerina: **Katerina took the momentary distraction of the fight behind her and Fianna for what is was an opportunity! " Fianna now run... the Castle is that way and nay do not go back to the docks just head for the Castle!" she pushed her toward the path. Seeing that Fianna was moving quickly toward the Castle Kat turned left on the lane hitched her dress and began to run.... the only thing wrong with this plan was that at the end of this path was the forest! She ran until she came to the tree line gasping for breath she bent at the hips to ease the pain in her side... and it was then two more men came running up behind her... Patrick was no fool he would never send just one man for her. He had learned that from previous experiences. The men here always seemed to come to the rescue of women.... BAHH!**
Fianna: Fianna turned to run and began to do so--but she didn't get very far. Overtaken by the dizzy feeling she had felt moments earlier, she had to stop. It felt as though she had a sickness. She did not faint, but she did not go on, pausing just after the road forked, she hobbled to a tree and pressed her rosary to her lips. "Holy Father, it is a simple task; the castle cannot be far, aye?" That whistle, so harsh, had stung her ears. Fianna was a woman in the world, now, and forced herself to persevere. She walked forward at a slow pace, keeping to the foliage to the right of the road. Her breaths seemed shallow, her mind seemed overtaken with misty uncertainty. She clutched the small box of jewelry to her chest, feeling so overwhelmed. She walked forward, forcing each step, and felt the warmth of tears on her cheeks. She had experience at crying without sobbing, and so she did today, allowing the wet of her lost confusion to run into the tangled veil and her hair. "I'd make a horrible wife," she whispered to herself. "I can't even go to the marketplace. How will I ever do what it is I am meant to do?" she whispered.(d)
Maverick Jabari: ::Feeling the tip of the sword against his neck, he slowly lowered his dagger, thought keeping the man pinned to the ground :: M'lord, you are mistaken, this man here is the true enemy :: his eyes looked up as the woman ran towards the forest, upon hearing the pursuers warning that there would be more he took the hilt of his dagger and slammed it against the mans temple. He then pulled his head away from the tip of the mans sword and stood. Turning he bolted off toward the lady. his sprint only growing faster as he saw two more men approached the lady ::
Villian(s): ** Calum looked from one man to the other and grinned knowing his two friends would catch the wench. " Tis to late fer her ye kna'... she will not....." his words trailed off as the man that had him pinned down hit him with the hilt of his dagger knocking him out cold.**
Katerina: ** Katerina stood holding her side as the two men came forward she sucked in a deep breath and looked about for a way to escape fear in her eyes as she looked about
wildly.... nothing but trees surrounded them.
Villain(s): " Well well ... wha' have we here...ahhh yess the MacKinnon lass... Hmmm Duncan lets have fun wit' her first...then kill her as Patrick said." the one hissed and licked his lips as he stalked closer to her. Duncan laughed eerily at Seth and nodded " Aye, I bet she will be fun to play wit'!" and he as well moved closer to her.
Katerina: ** Kae began to shake with fear knowing she did not have the strength to fight. She just hoped that Fianna made it safely to the castle and perhaps could tell the guards
of the situation. **
Villian(s): ** Lost briefly in her thoughts was all that was needed for Duncan had grabbed her by the arm with one hand and with the other grabbed a handful of her long hair as he brought his mouth closer to hers" I hope ye will be more tastey than yer mother was bytch!" he sneered as he slammed his mouth down on hers.
Katerina: ** She balled her fists and began hitting him... but she was small and he would most likely not even feel her fighting back.**
Alexander O’Connor: :: Alexander had been gazing up at the women, when suddenly they bolted. Well, that wasn't a very smart thing to do ! Here he was stopping two men from slaughtering one another, for them, and they were running like they'd done something wrong. So, before the man had even gotten the chance to be knocked out, he'd twisted and rushed off. The blade held low against his side as he rushed past onlookers. His heavy boots seemed so light as he pumped his legs quicker and faster then likely either of those women were capable of doing. So, he'd have gotten to the scene of the intended rape well before it would've happened. He slowed as he approached, his sword being leveled off slightly as he got nearer. "Hello Boys ... looks like you're in for a bit of fun ..." He'd laugh as he stepped towards them, both hands resting on the
hilt of the weapon as he leveled it off. The bottom one for pivoting, the top one for slamming.:: See ... the problem is, that lass, she's with me ... :: He'd jump forwards, before the men would even be given chance to speak, lashing at the first with a diagonal slash across the chest, using weight and momentum
to carry the blade through the flesh of the mans shoulder, and cleaving nearly halfway through, before the body would fall to the ground, and he'd give a hard yank, with a leap backwards to get out of his second opponents way. That however, left the man who he had almost beheaded back near the market, coming
behind him ... and he didn't know if that man was friend or foe, having missed the bit about attackers, as he'd run off after the damsels a bit early. ::[x]
Fianna: Fianna heard sounds of struggle and battle, as she was still struggling to move onward. At last the castle was in sight. Gripping he rosary fiercely, she found the strength to step forward. "I'll sacrifice my own fortune, if I have to. But this little girl might have no other way of knowin' her ma." Frowning, she looked down at the small chest of jewelry and moved on up the hill. She heard rustling beside her, on either side of the path, and eventually the reveal: a man stepping before her on either side. She nearly fainted right there before realizing that the men were clad in some sort of matching livery; these were castle guards or scouts. Collapsing to her knees and clutching the chest close to her body, Fianna pointed towards the sounds in the woods and explained that her new friend was being tracked. "You'll be safe here," one of the guards explained...he nodded curtly and took off with the other one to explore the situation. That left Fianna there and frightened, sobbing to herself as she knelt on the path, muddying her dress. "I am acting like a young child. I am of eighteen years!" she reassured herself. She stood up and did as the guard instructed: she remained there, and leaned against a tree. No need to find unnecessary adventure--she was here to find that little girl and then to hopefully get matched with a pious and heroic fellow, God willing. (d)
Maverick Jabari: :: As he ran up on the scene he grabbed the arm of the one forcing the lady into a kiss and twisted it behind the mans back, his dagger swinging around and with no hesitation slicing through the man throat, at the same time turning him away from the lady to keep the blood away from her. Once his dagger was free of the mans neck he let the limp body fall to the ground and he turned to the lady who had been pursued :: Are ye alright M'lady? ::
Katerina: ** Katerina stared in stunned silence as a man crashed into the small clearing and engaged one attacker just as a second man came as well to take care of the one abusing her. They made quick work of dispatching the villians... the only marks on her were the slight bruises from the ones forceful mouth. The man closest to her had done his best to keep the blood from her while the other still fought another. Her heart raced and she was
grateful but could do nothing more than nod as he asked if she was alright. She was in shock still that her life had come close to being over. Then she remembered her friend " Fianna? " she asked as she looked about the clearing hoping she was safe. Two guards rushed into the clearing after it was over and
looked from the men on the ground to the two holding weapons "What happened here?" the guard asked as he approached the scene. Kat began to shake all over and gently touched her mouth it was sore and bleeding because the man had bit her lip. " Help him." she pointed to (Alex).**
Alexander O’Connor: Help was not needed, as the last of the villains came running into the clearing, he'd given a short twist, narrowly missing Maverick, to take the man who'd apparently been following him. The blade bit deep into the mans throat, and as the body kept going forwards, the head did not. Spilling the body to the ground, and sending the head flying off at an awkward angle. He'd come to a halt, sword at the ready for another attack, when the guards rushed the scene. He'd twist, blade held out to attack them, before slowly backing away from them, and looking quite like he was ready to flee the scene as well. Oh hell, why not ! He'd turn and start to run, the sword still out so that he could defend himself as he dashed down the roadway he'd come along, intent on getting well away from the guards who might link him to his identity. [x]
Maverick Jabari: ::Well M'lady I see that you are now in good hands, with that I leave thee :: he gave a polite bow of his head then turned and left ::
Fianna: After hearing the noise settle somewhat, Fianna ventured down the path, going in the direction of the guards very cautiously. Peering around the corner, she tried to remain hidden, eyes widening at the man presently fleeing the scene. Stepping out in the path, she waved to Kat to get her attention. "Are ye well?" Still holding the chest and smoothing down her skirt, the meek and modest Irish woman's heart was racing with fright. She could trust Kat, and that was really all she knew about this place. She was still getting used to even seeing people who were not clergy or not at mass. Gently, she brushed her own tears from her cheeks, the crucifix of the rosary collecting the water of her confusion. (D)
Guard(s): ** The guard waiting for an explanation when the one man took off he turned to the other guard "AFTER HIM!!!" he commanded and the toher to off in pursuit of (Alex). The guard knew this land so he took a small path that would cut off the man fleeing standing with sword in hand " HALT!!" he bellowed barely out of breath thanks to his shortcut.
Katerina: Kat looked to where Fianna had appreared and gave her a nod and waved her over " Aye, I think so... are you well? I am so sorry of I frightened you?" tears now filled her eyes. She had watched as the man fled the guards. The one guard left there watched as Katerina's knees buckled and she crumpled to the ground. He knelt and began to question her about what happened.**
Alexander O’Connor: Alex had halted, and that sword had whipped around before him. He'd stopped however, the blade still glistening with the life blood of two men. "I don't want to kill you ... but I will not be taken prisoner here ..." He'd speak in a solid, breathless tone. After all, he'd run a quarter mile after the lass, and then fought two men dead. Then the run away, well there he stood, winded and still ready to fight. That was when more guards came running, the commotion in the market having stirred a ruckus. Alex saw them, and he'd mutter a curse, turning to defend against them, and letting the guard he had spoken too take the opportunity to give him a solid whack to the skull, sending him sprawling before more blood was shed. [x]
Fianna: "I am just startled....let me help." Fianna ignored all of the questions being thrown at Kat. Instead, she knelt down next to her new friend, and did something she thought she would never do--she comforted an English woman. "It's going to be well," she said soothingly, being the most natural mother or friend another could ever hope to have. "I will help ye, an' we'll move on together so as to be under the protection of the castle, aye?" An empathetic woman of eighteen years, Fianna was excessively innocent, but that quality allowed her to comfort others in a way that seemed almost holy. (d)
Guard(s): ** " No one is a prisoner yet." the guard said, but it was another who rendered the man unconcious with a strike to his head. He looked to his fellow guards and with one grabbing each arm they dragged him back to the clearing.
Katerina: Kat looked at Fianna and gave her a weak smile and nodded and it was then that the rest of the guards came back to the clearing dragging her unconcious champion with them. She just stared almost absently at him... who would risk themselves to save one they did not know?? But had she not done the same thing with Fianna? " Thank you Fianna you are most kind."her voice soft and laced with her unshed tears**
Alexander O’Connor: Having been dragged back to the clearing, his sword picked up by one of the guards. He'd be deposited rather unceremoniously before the two women. His muscular frame rolled over, so that his face was heavenward, and that dark hair pooled about it, having come undone from the club at the base of his skull. He'd lay there in silence, eyes closed to the world, his jaw clenched shut beneath that neatly trimmed beard. [x]
Fianna: Fianna remained by Kat, watching as the man was placed before them. She wasn't sure what to do here and was certainly not much of a leader at all, so she simply squeezed Kat's shoulder, looked to the guards, stood up, and walked over towards the unconscious man. This was as close as she had ever been to a man, even her father the captain, or Father Declan. Peering down at him, sure as anything her skirts were close to her legs, her eyes widened at him. Feeling a perhaps false sense of security with the guards so near, she loosened her grip on her rosary as she turned back towards Kat. "An' this one helped ye?" She asked gently. It was then that her rosary, which was her very sole comfort in the world and all that she had of her own mother, slipped and hit the fellow squarely on the forehead. "Will he be well?" she asked, but paused when she saw what had happened. Too frightened to pick it up, she placed her fingers over her mouth with concern. (d)
Katerina: ** Kat watched as the guards approached and deposited the man in front of her on the ground. She looked at him and something about him looked familiar to her like she had seen him before this day. " Yes he helped me... he kept that one from away from me as (Maverick) that one engaged the one holding me." It was then she realized ( Maverick) was gone. At Fianna's question of whether he would be well or not Kat crawled on her knees closer to him unafraid with the guards here. She picked up Fianna's rosery and handed it to her as she looked at the man once more. " Aye he will be fine. He will have a
headache and a knot perhaps a bruise but fine just the same."**
Alexander O’Connor: :: Well, apparently the guards had hit him rather nicely with the butt of that sword, and Alex was still good and unconcious. So, there was really only one thing for them to do with him. The guards would hoist him upwards, after getting everything else cleared away, and what have you ... and they would commence their way to the castle, where Alex would at least be looked over by the healers, and such ::[x]
Fianna: Fianna reclaimed her rosary and watched helplessly as the guards cleaned up the scene and moved the man away. Her mind was already idealizing every aspect of her adventure. "So that's what a hero looks like," she wondered aloud. She still had in her possession the box of jewelry and the letter, and decided she should take the letter to the Duchess at the castle since the Duchess would be easier to find than the grey-eyed little girl. She had learned to walk at a fast pace, then--this was not the calm and reflective nunnery she had known her whole life. Anything could jump out and frighten her. "Lord protect me," she asked in all seriousness. Moving on, Fianna was finally received at the castle. She inquired immediately about the duchess, who was apparently detained, and asked that the letter announcing her arrival instead be delivered to the woman. Attendants asked if Fianna required anything. She asked for a bit of bread and then asked after the fellow. Given a seat by the kitchens, she was instructed to wait for word. Knowing she needed to eat, she listened to instructions. Fianna always did as she was told and had never had a reason to disobey. The wait grew long, though, and she wondered if she had been forgotten about. Though she was cousin by marriage to the Ceannfort, she had never been in a
castle before....yet still she waited. (D)
Alexander O’Connor: Eventually, Alexander would awaken from the sleep that had been forced upon him. He'd find that he'd been left in a warm bed, in a small room ... with two armed guards outside of it. His sword wasn't there, and neither were his weapons. His cloths had been removed, so the blood could be attempted to gotten room them, and he'd been dressed in a pair of dark breeches, and left to lay in the bed and awaken as he would. So, when he came about he'd immediately sat up, a hand going to steady himself on the edge of the small bed. The room swam before him, and he realized it was lit only by candles and a fire in the hearth. Apparently it was evening, and there were no windows. He was a prisoner ... So, he'd call out, and the guards would send for someone to come and sooth the savage beast, before he tried to fight his way out of the castle. [x]
Fianna: It was Fianna who answered, though that was not her purpose. When she had been shown in, she'd expected the guards to stay with her, but they did not remain in the room. Furthermore, she now wondered if she was also a prisoner here. Perhaps the English woman had played a trick on her and led her to a place of imprisonment! Feeling immediately panicked and frightened, she tried to stay her tears; seeing herself alone in a room with this fellow frightened her more--she had only wanted to deliver her thanks to him, and now she had gone completely skittish. The Irish woman put her back to the wall, clasped her rosary, and averted her eyes. She at least kept herself from shaking, and all the idealization that had occurred in her mind on her walk up had gone away completely. This fellow was not one to romanticize; he was a killer. She moved her lips, mouthing a Hail Mary, but spoke no words. (d)
Alexander O’Connor: By the time that Fianna had been lead into the chamber where Alexander was, he'd thrown his legs over the side of the bed, and was sitting quietly. His hand rubbing at the back of his head, where the knot would doubtless form. When she'd entered, those deep set gray eyes had risen from the floor, to take in the site of her standing there by the doorway, and then they'd dropped back to the floor. He didn't know her purpose, didn't know why she was there. He had never seen her, since she'd taken off in one direction, and he'd gone after the other woman. So, he'd quietly ignore her for the moment. However, when she began to mouth her Hail Mary's, he'd glance upwards and take a deep breath. " So ... what's my punishment ?" He'd send her a glance, and it was only then that he noticed how amazingly skittish she seemed, he'd arch
that dark brow skywards as he slowly turned to face her more. His broad shoulders, and powerfully built chest and arms were covered with a lattice of intricate ropy scars, from battle after senseless battle. After the Highlands, Alexander had stopped caring ... so the battles against, and with the Scots had become things of legend. He was sometimes referred to by soldiers as the Second coming of Alexander the Great. Most of them didn't know he was the Duke of York however, or that he'd lead the King's armies in England for a short time. No, that was why he assumed he was a prisoner here. So, when she stood there before him, a shaken lamb in the service of the shepherd ... he would quietly raise his hands. "... I'm unarmed lass, I'll nae be hurtin' yeh t'day." [x]
Fianna: Slowly she stopped repeating the prayer. Her voice was shaky, but pure and true. There was not a thing of boldness about her, and so quaint was she that few believed her in the past when she had revealed to them she'd been related to the Ceannfort, even by marriage. One person even told her that fierce Mairi would have slain such a meek individual. Ireland was all Fianna had and knew, and she knew only one small part of it--the church. "M...mmay I pray for ye, an' offer ye me thanks?" She glimpsed only his feet. Nervous, her eyes still turned away, she felt her cheeks burn. Wasn't it sinful to be simply alone with this person? People still frightened her, especially this one, who was capable of killing very well, it seemed. Her black tresses shook with Fianna's own instability as she knelt down a safe distance away, placing her treasured box to the side as she clasped her hands in prayer. (d)
Alexander O’Connor: He'd nod his head when she asked her question, and he'd even twist to rest his knees upon the stone floor of the chamber. His hands folding together as he knelt beside the bed, his elbows touching upon the blankets he'd had layered over him in his sleep. He would kneel silent, letting her make her prayer to the God she treasured above all else. Alex however, had lost his faith a good while back. He'd learned that god controlled nothing of the earth, and even less of it's inhabitants. So, he'd let her make her prayer, before rising slowly, and returning to sit upon the edge of the bed, his hand rising once more to run through the back of his hair, across the bruised head. [x]
Fianna: Looking up at him when the prayer was concluded, Fianna offered a weak smile. Her head was tilted up, but really she was still averting her eyes. "Ye are a godly man?" She asked with hope in her voice; hopeful for what, she did not know. For all Fianna knew, she would be accused of consorting with a criminal or worse--Father Declan would never forgive her. "God will help ye," she said, believing it fully, "I am sure of it." She wasn't so sure that God would help her. Even Fianna's lips were trembling. She made a self-conscious move to straighten her veil again before casting her eyes to the floor. (d)
Alexander O’Connor: He'd taken his seat once more, his hands folding over his lap as he watched the wall directly across from him, and at her question he'd give a slow shake of his head. "There's no help for men like me. God does not said those who do the things I've done." He'd shrug those broad, well muscled shoulders slowly, those deep set eyes shifting towards her now as he took her in for the first time. "I've killed two men today alone, and I feel no remorse for it ... I think it would be best for you to leave sister ... before God strikes you dead, just for being in the proximity of me..." He'd grin, letting his eyes wander for a quick second, as if to make his point that he
wasn't the type she needed to associate with. The glance he had taken was enough to get him sent to hell, let alone the fact that she was a nun ![x]
Fianna: She was stuck in this place now with a nonbeliever! Fianna felt helpless. Why did God send her here, truly? Was this punishment for her wanting to be a mother instead of a nun? She at last looked up to him, just after he had looked her over. Her thoughts were not sinful, but they were indeed curious and in that moment she reminded herself of Eve. She met the man's eyes, her own frightened and filled with tears. In many ways, she was still just a girl, but she was doing the best she could to become more than that. His words frightened her more than his frame. "Perhaps it is God's will to punish me." It was not witty banter--she said this so seriously and whole heartedly, so full of fear. "I apologize. I am unaccustomed to the world and talk of death." She was a bit of a healer, as all women in the nunnery were, but she was frightened to go near him. This man could die, she thought, without her help, but still she was too frightened. There was an inherent, Irish sadness in her eyes that permeated all innocence. It wasn't fear or longing, it was completely inborn via the troubles of the times into which she had been born. She had gone in search of stability, in a sense, and this was what she had found. (d)
Alexander O’Connor: The world was unstable, not merely Ireland, but all of it. A constant mass of changing beliefs and ideas that warred and conflicted with each other, and typically, only the most brutal of ideals were left standing at the end. So, Alexander would laugh when she spoke so convictionally of how she was being punished by god. "What has he done this day, that has punished you ?" He'd arch that brow skywards, his arms folding over the well muscled chest as he twisted and kicked his bare feet up onto the foot of the bed, leaning back against the headboard in absolute silence as he watched her with such a condescending gaze, eagerly awaiting what he doubted would be a wonderfully refined and absolutely absurd answer. [x]
Fianna: "The Lord has seen it fit to cross our paths," she stated most obviously, as if he should have already answer. This humiliation of her chaste soul was punishment for every sin she'd ever thought of committing, or so she thought. "This is me own punishment for askin' fer one path when God meant fer another, sir," and with that, she looked up at him again. This seemed like a different man to her. She liked her own construct, her own version of this man better than what he now appeared to frankly be. "Ye may not be noble and worthy of much, but ye did a good thing today, aye. Please, do not harm me." She spoke the last in a sincere whisper, an utterance of confusion as though this small chance inconvenience would lead her over some moral abyss. "I cannot expect ye to understand, just as I would not understand yer warrin' or yer battles." (d)
Alexander O’Connor: "... How did god have anything to do with our paths crossing ? It was my free will that inverted my being into saving your friend, and it was my free will that got me landed here ... as for me being your punishment, I've done nought to you, so how could I have been your punishment ?" He was utterly confused now, and she was making absolutely no sense at all to him. "... I saved yer friend, then you choose to come see me, and you're expecting me to hurt you in some way ? Sounds to me lass like you're punishing yourself, and God's got naught to do with it, but to take the blame ..." He'd shrug those broad shoulders, leaving his brutish arms folded over the rugged physique of his bare chest, laid out in that infirmary bed as he was. " ... as fer my battles, and my wars ... they're pretty easy to understand ... it's kill, or be killed." [x]
Fianna: Fianna prayed to find a kind soul here, and now she was tossed in with an English woman and a brute. True, neither had made a move to harm her, but there was always a chance. "Sir, I am not sure how to explain this. I am a chaste woman, an' it is not appropriate fer me to be here alone with ye." She looked away when saying it...Lord, it shouldn't have been her place to explain such things, that's why she'd had a chaperone!--but so it was. Hopefully the English woman would be along soon. For a reason unknown to herself, she dared glimpse at his chest without meeting his eyes, and did see the scars of battle. His skin was much in contrast to her own, which was the color of milk and completely accustomed to the indoors. (D)
Katerina: ** She was grateful for the meal and bath... not to mention clean clothes. She asked a servant where they had taken the man who had saved her and after the servant said the infirmary Kat made her way there with the directions she had been given... she had to know the man was alright and to thank him for rescuing her. Not to mention to find out why he seemed
so familiar to her. Her slippered feet scuffed softly on the floors as she came to the door of where she was told her was she fisted her hand and with her knuckles knocked softly. **
Alexander O’Connor: Alex would remain where he was, eyes darting to the door as he called out a quick word of entrance. He'd close his eyes as he leant back, already feeling exhausted from the few minutes he'd been awake. [x]
Fianna: Fianna stood from her position of prayer and turned to the door, hands still clasped. It was fairly clear that for whatever reason, she was absolutely frightened. The saffron chemise worn beneath the dyed green overdress gathered about her legs as she turned to see who had entered. (d)
Katerina: ** She opened the door slowly when she heard the word of entry. She took a slow deep breath to calm shakey nerves and walked in ... smiling upon seeing Fianna. She was wearing a dark blue dress that accentuated the blue of her eyes, a maid had twined ribbon in the matching shade into her long dark tresses. Seeing the man she gave a shy smile and then curtsied " M'Lord I came to say thank you for your assistance today. I am eternally grateful. "she said in her soft thick English accent. " Fianna I see you fair well after today's events." Kat gave her friend a warm smile that she hoped would say more than her meager words. " I am Lady Katerina Matheson-MacKinnon M'Lord. I owe you my life this day."**
Alexander O’Connor: Alexander would remain where he sat, and when she entered, he would arch a brow skywards. He'd nod his head ever so slightly. "Think nothing of it M'lady ... now, if you'll have the guards release me from this place ... I would be equally grateful ..." Oh, and give him back his father's sword. The Sword with the crest of the Duke of York, stamped into the crossguard. His crest . . .[x]
Fianna: Fianna observed the exchange. So that was how things went in the world. An open, honest exchange. So little of what she had been told was really true. Keeping to her place, she dutifully stepped behind Kat. Fianna was not well spoken, nor a noble of any sort--she was merely the niece--by marriage--of a long-forgotten leader. She was sure to bring the treasure with her, and was regretting her action to send that letter to the Duchess. Conflicted, confused, and scared, she stood behind Kat and felt the draft seep in from the door. (d)
Katerina: ** Katerina smiled at him " I have spoken to them already and explained the situation from this afternoon. You are free to go after the healer deems you fit." Kat noticed the way Fianna moved to step behind her and touched her friends hand gently " I owe you as well Fianna... thank you." once more her voice softened. " M'Lord I cannot help but think I have seen you before this day? You are English no? Perhaps it was in England where we may have met?" she asked raising a dark delicate brow as she tried hard to recall where it might have been.**
Alexander O’Connor: Alexander had resigned himself, with a slow nod his head at what was being told to him, and had collapsed backwards against those pillows, his eyes pulling slowly closed as he sighed. He was already drifting off when she asked her question, and it was met with a barely audible answer, but an answer that would change the world for him forever. "Of course we have ... I'm the Duke of York." He'd fall back into a lapse of conciousness at that point, leaving them with that little tidbit of news. The Island of the Skye, had the Duke of York, one of the English King's most prized Generals, and one of the Scottish peoples most hated enemies in their grasp, and he had saved her from most certain death and defilement. Well now, how might this all turn about ?! [x]
Fianna: Fianna's jaw dropped at that revelation. She hadn't time for the duchess. She would find Seanna's caretaker at once and relay this information to Flynn. Fianna had been warned to stay away from Flynn, but she had already faced a brutish Englishman. The man she would be facing next was at least decent enough to care for her cousin Seanna. Naturally, Fianna felt more panicked. She liked Kat, but wasn't sure she could trust her. She remembered so much advice she had been given about court life, but it all whirred about her head. Her objective had been to marry upon her arrival--then she would have a husband to care for her and worry about her safety. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Shaking, she took another step back, and found herself positioned against the wall. She would not judge; that was for God to do--but how many of her family had died. She was an O'Neill, demure as she might be! (d)
Katerina:** Kat stared in shock as he spoke who he was... all the breath seemed to leave her body in one fell whoosh.Then Kat looked to Fianna and paled the cat was out of the bag now and she was trying to figure out to make it all make sense. Now she remembered seeing him it was at a ball that she had attended many years ago, an older man perhaps his father had been talking with hers. She watched as Fianna seemed to pale before her eyes... this was not good... not good at all. A plan formed in Kat's head... the guards had said he could leave and leave he shall though he still needed to rest. Looking once more at Alexander she knew what she had to do.**
Fianna: These people were English. They had raped Ireland, as far as she was concerned, and would do so again given the chance. What they might do for her was no less pleasant, she was certain. Without hesitation, she took advantage of the time during which Kat's eyes rested on the man. She turned and exited, fast as she could, fearing for her own safety and that of her dear little cousin, just a babe. She bolted out the door and down the hall, and then the concerned guards peered in, making sure everything was well. Fianna exited the castle as quickly as she could, taking cover in the brush. It was little Seanna she must find, and Jack Flynn. (d)
Katerina: ** Katerina decided it to be a good day to mill around the market place. She was still new to this country and was eager to see all it offered, her head turning to look about not paying attention to where she was going ran smack dab into the unknown woman. Her face blushed a deep crimson " I am so sorry M'Lady forgive my clumsiness." she said in a soft voice thickly laced with her English accent as she bent to help pick up any dropped items.**
Fianna: Fianna responded as though no one had ever run into her before. They had, but the nuns walked softly, and indoors. All of these people were bustling about so fast and carrying so many things. Bewildered, her mouth hung open for a moment as she concocted a response, which she set in a demure tone: "No, it is my time to apologize. I should've looked where I was goin' " ....at least that's what all the nuns were always telling her. Her voice was barely audible. She looked about, still a bit frightened, then realized she still clutched her rosary, but the small chest had fallen to the ground. (d)
Katerina:** Kat gave the woman a friendly smile as she picked up the box and began to replace the items that had fallen out. " Not from around here are you?" she asked softly. " Well no need to worry neither am I... I am Katerina, and it was my fault for I should have been looking where I was going and not trying to take it all in a t once." Kae was dressed in a simple dress of black and red with gold trim. The sleeves were of gossamer like fabric that hung open from the elbow down. Her long mahogany tresses were unbound and hung down her back, large blue eyes sparkled inthe sun ... it was obvious she was young... half way through her nineteenth year. " Though I am still learning my way around is there someplace I can direct you to?" she asked standing now with the box in her hands holding out to the woman.**
Fianna: Observing the other woman, Fianna guessed they were about the same age. She felt like she had a big sign attached to her announcing that she had just come out of the nunnery, and was a fool to the world. Fianna did not even recognize the other's accent. She noted how the other lady had scooped the jewelry back into the box without hesitation; it wasn't true then--not everyone beyond the nunnery was indeed a thief. She didn't know what she would have done had someone tried to take the jewelry. Those items had belonged to the Ceannfort of Ulster, and must be given to the woman's daughter. "Preferably the queen; I've a letter for her. I am also looking for a little girl, named Seanna. She has grey eyes." The line was practiced, and it sounded so. With all these people about in the marketplace, Fianna was nearly trembling. "I am Fianna O'Neill of Dunluce, representing Clann O'Neill and the Archbishop of Dunluce." She was not much of an ambassador--meek, obviously wide-eyed, with dark tresses. She looked somewhat threatened and confused. She was not bawdy and bold like most of the Irish that came through here. (d)
Katerina:** " Well Fianna I know nothing of a Queen but I can take you to the Duchess and perhaps she could further help you with your task." Kat looked about them and then whispered " With the contents of that box you should have an escort with you." Oh was that not the kettle calling the pot black! She was out here alone and with no escort and her life was threatened
more than once since her arriving here... but she would keep that to herself. " You are from Ireland then?" Kat gave her another smile. "Yes I think the Duchess or one of her court will be able to help you...shall I take you to the castle?"**
Fianna: Aye. My mission is urgent, though," she spoke in as low a voice she could in the bustling place, "and yes, it is the Duchess who must read me letter." She nodded at the recognition of her homeland. Before its merging with Skye, the O'Neills had fought well to recover Irish land from the British--Fianna had been so isolated, though, and was now thoroughly confused. "Aye, I appreciate yer help; it is fortunate I found ye first and not a brigand of some kind. Where is it ye are from?" Everything gathered and in its place, Fianna seemed ready to move to the castle. "There are so many people here; it's so overwhelming," she looked about, speaking generally. (d)
Katerina:** Kat let out a small chuckle " Then I shall take you to her." turing to face Fianna " I am from England... " she said looking about as if waiting for someone to throw something. With recent events and battles against the English felt out of place though the Duke and Duchess had offered for her to stay here. She still feared the one that wanted her dead and those
that hated the English.**
Fianna:"England?" Fianna replied, startled. She had been about to walk, but she felt in shock. English stole land--why not the Ceannfort's jewelry? Perplexed, she clutched the recovered chest a bit tighter and took a step back. Fianna did not even know who she was herself, yet; inside the nunnery for so long, she had not seen hardly anything of the world beyond. The sight of men who were not clergy was difficult enough to comprehend, let alone having a conversation with an English woman. "And this Duchess allows you to stay here?" It was asked mostly in a curious tone, but Fianna did not forget the reason she was in the nunnery in the first place--like most O'Neill men, her father had been in Ulster Fleet, the Irish Navy. (d)
Katerina: ** Kat watched as Fianna looked at her shocked to learn she was English. " Aye, England.Yes she does. Will anyone stop judging all by the actions of some?" hurt and confusion streaked across her young face. Oh she should not be surprised by the statement... it was not as if she had not heard it before. The whispers as she passed people... the pointing of fingers... yet it still hurt and left unseen scars. She watched as Fianna clutched her belongings tighter and stepped back. Anger slowly rose in Katerina " Your things are safe from and you have no reason to fear me." her voice filled with the hurt she felt... almost like a slap to her face. " I can find another to take you to take you to the Castle if that be your wish."**
Fianna: "Lord forgive me," Fianna replied immediately, looking up to the sky. She was not concerned with what the other mortal thought or felt, but found it to be her duty to please God. If God wished to put her here, in a conversation with an English woman, surely there was a reason. Fianna eased up a bit on clutching the test, but she pressed her rosary to her mouth briefly. She did not offer an apology, but in its place, a stunned stare. "Forgive me. I have spent my own life in a nunnery, lady, an' I know little of the ways of the world. God intended me for motherhood, an' ye must know that is why I am here...to deliver some jewelry to a little girl, an' to request from the Duchess to be matched with a noble an' pious man. I've no quarrel with ye." Her cheeks warmed visibly when she spoke of being matched to such a man. Naievete poured off of her in a sadly obvious fashion. (d)
Maverick Jabari: ::Majestic sky blue hues gazed about as he entered the marketplace. he dressed in black pants and a white button up shirt. A black vest hugging his rather toned frame. His short black hair was neatly combed and his face cleanly shaven. his hands were properly folded behind his back as he ventured. stopping every so often to eye the produce ::
Katerina: ** It was now her turn to feel bad for it was not Fianna's fault she felt this way. " Ahhh there is nothing to forgive Fianna.... let us forget it and start anew shall we?"her tone once more soft and friendly as she smiled to the girl who looked to be about the same age as herself.. Kat could not shake the feeling that she was being watched and she began to look about from side to side and then slowly turned in a circle. " We should go."she said a bit nervously.
Villian(s): From a short distance away he watched the dark haired girl he was sent to capture. A wicked smirk crossed his stubbled face as he slowly left his hiding place of the shadows. He was a large man second in command for Patrick his Laird. He made his way to where the girl was talking to another looking about to see if any others were about that might get in the way... as the two started to walk he followed but not close enough to call attention to himself. His hand gripped the pommel of his dagger as he thought of his mission.**
Fianna: Fianna saw it in her own best interest to immediately accept this olive branch. Besides, it was the pious thing to do, and to Fianna, the godliest choice of action was always the best. Sensing a bit of tension from Kat, she simply nodded in response. So new to the world, Fianna felt as though she had little choice but to follow the only person she had met. "I'll be in so much trouble when Father Declan hears I've been out on me own," she began, "He sent me along with someone to watch fer me, an' to approve any suitors, of course..." As she ended her sentence, Fianna realized she had been talking merely to fill the nervousness that had consumed her. She said no more and did her best to just walk steadily at Kat's side. (d)
Maverick Jabari: :: Spotting the man who appeared to be in pursuit of the two ladies and he quietly began to follow this man, keeping his distance ::
Alexander O’Connor: He'd stand silent, his broad shoulders rested back against the side of one of the more permanent structures of the market. His deep set gray eyes listless and roaming over the people, and wares that were being
hawked. Alexander had left Scotland for a good bit, traveling abroad as he was needed to the south, but he'd returned, as he always knew that he would. So, there he stood now. His hands resting over the butt of the hand and a half sword he'd always worn, fingers drumming idly upon the leather wound hilt. No fancy
clothes, no immaculate armor. A simple white linen shirt, covered over as it was with that black leather vest. The secret however, was in the lining. A fine layer of chainmail, sewn between two toughened hides, it made for invisible armor. Came in handy in pubs and what not. So, he'd cant those eyes this way and that, his shoulder length dark hair pulled back to a rough knot at the
base of his skull as he loitered restlessly. [x]
Katerina: ** Kat set an easy pace though she wanted to run .She turned to look at her new 'friend'? One could hope they would be so, but she could not shake the feeling that someone was following them and kept looking about but people and faces seemed to blend into the scene of people milling about looking at the wares and stuff within the market. The feeling would not
go away and she knew just knew this day was not going to get better. She had no wish to frighten Fianna but at the next bend in the lane she would direct Fianna to the Castle and she would do her best to put distance between them for if she were being followed, she did not want Fianna involved. " Fianna at the bend go right and follow the lane it will lead you to the castle.... I cannot explain more than this... trust me?" she said as she
picked up the pace of their stroll.
Villian(s): As they began to walk faster so did Calum... he could not let the girl out of his site for if he did he would meet the same fate as the others... Patrick would see to it. Large strides seemed to gobble up the dirt as he followed waiting for the perfect time to strike and do what he was commanded to do... end the life of the wench who threatened everything that Patrick wanted... lairdship of Clan MacKinnon. So consumed with following the girl he did not know he himself was being followed.**
Fianna: She offered an understanding glance to Kat as she picked up the skirts of her homespun dress just enough to allow for easy walking. Fianna was modest and pure, careful not to display her ankles. She touched the small veil pinned to her hair, knowing that fidgeting would not make the experience of knowing the world any easier. There was no time for regretting leaving the nunnery, and instinct took over. Fianna internally contemplated how instinct could and would lead to a sin of some sort, and grew fearful. Still, God had presented her with little choice, and so she nodded to Kati. "I'll go right..." she noticed the pace quicken, then looked briefly at the small chest she carried. "Are ye sure ye don't wish fer me to find a guard?
I could run back to the ship that brought me an' ask one of the men from the dock...?" Not accustomed to running about or going anywhere, Fianna was completely overwhelmed. She began to feel a bit breathless and dizzy, but did not mention it. Perhaps her courses were merely coming early, hence the reason
for the lightheaded feeling. (d)
Maverick Jabari: ::His walk turned into a slight jog in attempt to catch up to the man at the same time his hand reaching down to produce a dagger from his boot, he grasped it tightly as he approached the man. He crouch down slightly his fist making contact with the back of the mans legs in attempt to knock him down. Once on the ground his knee was brought to the mans chest and at the same time his dagger pressed to his throat. His other foot pressed down on the mans hand that grasped the dagger. A stern look of warning on his face:: I do not know why you are in pursuit of these women but I would suggest you take this as a warning and leave this place ::
Alexander O’Connor: Now, this was all quite amusing. He'd stand in silence and watch as the two young women proceeded by him, immediately followed, but at a distance of course, by a man who seemed intent on them ... and then that man himself as followed by yet another man. Well, this was an interesting morning already ! So, as the first man was tackled by the second man, for what Alex was assuming was no really good reason, he'd let that smirk grow over those roughly handsome features. He'd step forwards, those heavy solid heeled boots striking against the ground, and the ring of steel clearing it's metal scabbard would sound throughout the crowd. Alex didn't act hastily, unlike the man who'd attacked, however the cold blade of the sword he held would find it's press to the side of Maverick's throat, the edge twisting ever so slightly to apply just enough pressure. "Sir ... I do believe that some explanation is in order ..." His eyes darted to the women, and with a harsh shrill whistle he'd gather the attention of the crowds to the event that had apparently taken place. [x]
Villian(s): The man went down like a ton of bricks and turned swinging until he felt the cold steel against his throat as the man held it there growled a warning." I may leave but there are others.... there will alwayss be others!" he hissed.
Katerina: **Katerina took the momentary distraction of the fight behind her and Fianna for what is was an opportunity! " Fianna now run... the Castle is that way and nay do not go back to the docks just head for the Castle!" she pushed her toward the path. Seeing that Fianna was moving quickly toward the Castle Kat turned left on the lane hitched her dress and began to run.... the only thing wrong with this plan was that at the end of this path was the forest! She ran until she came to the tree line gasping for breath she bent at the hips to ease the pain in her side... and it was then two more men came running up behind her... Patrick was no fool he would never send just one man for her. He had learned that from previous experiences. The men here always seemed to come to the rescue of women.... BAHH!**
Fianna: Fianna turned to run and began to do so--but she didn't get very far. Overtaken by the dizzy feeling she had felt moments earlier, she had to stop. It felt as though she had a sickness. She did not faint, but she did not go on, pausing just after the road forked, she hobbled to a tree and pressed her rosary to her lips. "Holy Father, it is a simple task; the castle cannot be far, aye?" That whistle, so harsh, had stung her ears. Fianna was a woman in the world, now, and forced herself to persevere. She walked forward at a slow pace, keeping to the foliage to the right of the road. Her breaths seemed shallow, her mind seemed overtaken with misty uncertainty. She clutched the small box of jewelry to her chest, feeling so overwhelmed. She walked forward, forcing each step, and felt the warmth of tears on her cheeks. She had experience at crying without sobbing, and so she did today, allowing the wet of her lost confusion to run into the tangled veil and her hair. "I'd make a horrible wife," she whispered to herself. "I can't even go to the marketplace. How will I ever do what it is I am meant to do?" she whispered.(d)
Maverick Jabari: ::Feeling the tip of the sword against his neck, he slowly lowered his dagger, thought keeping the man pinned to the ground :: M'lord, you are mistaken, this man here is the true enemy :: his eyes looked up as the woman ran towards the forest, upon hearing the pursuers warning that there would be more he took the hilt of his dagger and slammed it against the mans temple. He then pulled his head away from the tip of the mans sword and stood. Turning he bolted off toward the lady. his sprint only growing faster as he saw two more men approached the lady ::
Villian(s): ** Calum looked from one man to the other and grinned knowing his two friends would catch the wench. " Tis to late fer her ye kna'... she will not....." his words trailed off as the man that had him pinned down hit him with the hilt of his dagger knocking him out cold.**
Katerina: ** Katerina stood holding her side as the two men came forward she sucked in a deep breath and looked about for a way to escape fear in her eyes as she looked about
wildly.... nothing but trees surrounded them.
Villain(s): " Well well ... wha' have we here...ahhh yess the MacKinnon lass... Hmmm Duncan lets have fun wit' her first...then kill her as Patrick said." the one hissed and licked his lips as he stalked closer to her. Duncan laughed eerily at Seth and nodded " Aye, I bet she will be fun to play wit'!" and he as well moved closer to her.
Katerina: ** Kae began to shake with fear knowing she did not have the strength to fight. She just hoped that Fianna made it safely to the castle and perhaps could tell the guards
of the situation. **
Villian(s): ** Lost briefly in her thoughts was all that was needed for Duncan had grabbed her by the arm with one hand and with the other grabbed a handful of her long hair as he brought his mouth closer to hers" I hope ye will be more tastey than yer mother was bytch!" he sneered as he slammed his mouth down on hers.
Katerina: ** She balled her fists and began hitting him... but she was small and he would most likely not even feel her fighting back.**
Alexander O’Connor: :: Alexander had been gazing up at the women, when suddenly they bolted. Well, that wasn't a very smart thing to do ! Here he was stopping two men from slaughtering one another, for them, and they were running like they'd done something wrong. So, before the man had even gotten the chance to be knocked out, he'd twisted and rushed off. The blade held low against his side as he rushed past onlookers. His heavy boots seemed so light as he pumped his legs quicker and faster then likely either of those women were capable of doing. So, he'd have gotten to the scene of the intended rape well before it would've happened. He slowed as he approached, his sword being leveled off slightly as he got nearer. "Hello Boys ... looks like you're in for a bit of fun ..." He'd laugh as he stepped towards them, both hands resting on the
hilt of the weapon as he leveled it off. The bottom one for pivoting, the top one for slamming.:: See ... the problem is, that lass, she's with me ... :: He'd jump forwards, before the men would even be given chance to speak, lashing at the first with a diagonal slash across the chest, using weight and momentum
to carry the blade through the flesh of the mans shoulder, and cleaving nearly halfway through, before the body would fall to the ground, and he'd give a hard yank, with a leap backwards to get out of his second opponents way. That however, left the man who he had almost beheaded back near the market, coming
behind him ... and he didn't know if that man was friend or foe, having missed the bit about attackers, as he'd run off after the damsels a bit early. ::[x]
Fianna: Fianna heard sounds of struggle and battle, as she was still struggling to move onward. At last the castle was in sight. Gripping he rosary fiercely, she found the strength to step forward. "I'll sacrifice my own fortune, if I have to. But this little girl might have no other way of knowin' her ma." Frowning, she looked down at the small chest of jewelry and moved on up the hill. She heard rustling beside her, on either side of the path, and eventually the reveal: a man stepping before her on either side. She nearly fainted right there before realizing that the men were clad in some sort of matching livery; these were castle guards or scouts. Collapsing to her knees and clutching the chest close to her body, Fianna pointed towards the sounds in the woods and explained that her new friend was being tracked. "You'll be safe here," one of the guards explained...he nodded curtly and took off with the other one to explore the situation. That left Fianna there and frightened, sobbing to herself as she knelt on the path, muddying her dress. "I am acting like a young child. I am of eighteen years!" she reassured herself. She stood up and did as the guard instructed: she remained there, and leaned against a tree. No need to find unnecessary adventure--she was here to find that little girl and then to hopefully get matched with a pious and heroic fellow, God willing. (d)
Maverick Jabari: :: As he ran up on the scene he grabbed the arm of the one forcing the lady into a kiss and twisted it behind the mans back, his dagger swinging around and with no hesitation slicing through the man throat, at the same time turning him away from the lady to keep the blood away from her. Once his dagger was free of the mans neck he let the limp body fall to the ground and he turned to the lady who had been pursued :: Are ye alright M'lady? ::
Katerina: ** Katerina stared in stunned silence as a man crashed into the small clearing and engaged one attacker just as a second man came as well to take care of the one abusing her. They made quick work of dispatching the villians... the only marks on her were the slight bruises from the ones forceful mouth. The man closest to her had done his best to keep the blood from her while the other still fought another. Her heart raced and she was
grateful but could do nothing more than nod as he asked if she was alright. She was in shock still that her life had come close to being over. Then she remembered her friend " Fianna? " she asked as she looked about the clearing hoping she was safe. Two guards rushed into the clearing after it was over and
looked from the men on the ground to the two holding weapons "What happened here?" the guard asked as he approached the scene. Kat began to shake all over and gently touched her mouth it was sore and bleeding because the man had bit her lip. " Help him." she pointed to (Alex).**
Alexander O’Connor: Help was not needed, as the last of the villains came running into the clearing, he'd given a short twist, narrowly missing Maverick, to take the man who'd apparently been following him. The blade bit deep into the mans throat, and as the body kept going forwards, the head did not. Spilling the body to the ground, and sending the head flying off at an awkward angle. He'd come to a halt, sword at the ready for another attack, when the guards rushed the scene. He'd twist, blade held out to attack them, before slowly backing away from them, and looking quite like he was ready to flee the scene as well. Oh hell, why not ! He'd turn and start to run, the sword still out so that he could defend himself as he dashed down the roadway he'd come along, intent on getting well away from the guards who might link him to his identity. [x]
Maverick Jabari: ::Well M'lady I see that you are now in good hands, with that I leave thee :: he gave a polite bow of his head then turned and left ::
Fianna: After hearing the noise settle somewhat, Fianna ventured down the path, going in the direction of the guards very cautiously. Peering around the corner, she tried to remain hidden, eyes widening at the man presently fleeing the scene. Stepping out in the path, she waved to Kat to get her attention. "Are ye well?" Still holding the chest and smoothing down her skirt, the meek and modest Irish woman's heart was racing with fright. She could trust Kat, and that was really all she knew about this place. She was still getting used to even seeing people who were not clergy or not at mass. Gently, she brushed her own tears from her cheeks, the crucifix of the rosary collecting the water of her confusion. (D)
Guard(s): ** The guard waiting for an explanation when the one man took off he turned to the other guard "AFTER HIM!!!" he commanded and the toher to off in pursuit of (Alex). The guard knew this land so he took a small path that would cut off the man fleeing standing with sword in hand " HALT!!" he bellowed barely out of breath thanks to his shortcut.
Katerina: Kat looked to where Fianna had appreared and gave her a nod and waved her over " Aye, I think so... are you well? I am so sorry of I frightened you?" tears now filled her eyes. She had watched as the man fled the guards. The one guard left there watched as Katerina's knees buckled and she crumpled to the ground. He knelt and began to question her about what happened.**
Alexander O’Connor: Alex had halted, and that sword had whipped around before him. He'd stopped however, the blade still glistening with the life blood of two men. "I don't want to kill you ... but I will not be taken prisoner here ..." He'd speak in a solid, breathless tone. After all, he'd run a quarter mile after the lass, and then fought two men dead. Then the run away, well there he stood, winded and still ready to fight. That was when more guards came running, the commotion in the market having stirred a ruckus. Alex saw them, and he'd mutter a curse, turning to defend against them, and letting the guard he had spoken too take the opportunity to give him a solid whack to the skull, sending him sprawling before more blood was shed. [x]
Fianna: "I am just startled....let me help." Fianna ignored all of the questions being thrown at Kat. Instead, she knelt down next to her new friend, and did something she thought she would never do--she comforted an English woman. "It's going to be well," she said soothingly, being the most natural mother or friend another could ever hope to have. "I will help ye, an' we'll move on together so as to be under the protection of the castle, aye?" An empathetic woman of eighteen years, Fianna was excessively innocent, but that quality allowed her to comfort others in a way that seemed almost holy. (d)
Guard(s): ** " No one is a prisoner yet." the guard said, but it was another who rendered the man unconcious with a strike to his head. He looked to his fellow guards and with one grabbing each arm they dragged him back to the clearing.
Katerina: Kat looked at Fianna and gave her a weak smile and nodded and it was then that the rest of the guards came back to the clearing dragging her unconcious champion with them. She just stared almost absently at him... who would risk themselves to save one they did not know?? But had she not done the same thing with Fianna? " Thank you Fianna you are most kind."her voice soft and laced with her unshed tears**
Alexander O’Connor: Having been dragged back to the clearing, his sword picked up by one of the guards. He'd be deposited rather unceremoniously before the two women. His muscular frame rolled over, so that his face was heavenward, and that dark hair pooled about it, having come undone from the club at the base of his skull. He'd lay there in silence, eyes closed to the world, his jaw clenched shut beneath that neatly trimmed beard. [x]
Fianna: Fianna remained by Kat, watching as the man was placed before them. She wasn't sure what to do here and was certainly not much of a leader at all, so she simply squeezed Kat's shoulder, looked to the guards, stood up, and walked over towards the unconscious man. This was as close as she had ever been to a man, even her father the captain, or Father Declan. Peering down at him, sure as anything her skirts were close to her legs, her eyes widened at him. Feeling a perhaps false sense of security with the guards so near, she loosened her grip on her rosary as she turned back towards Kat. "An' this one helped ye?" She asked gently. It was then that her rosary, which was her very sole comfort in the world and all that she had of her own mother, slipped and hit the fellow squarely on the forehead. "Will he be well?" she asked, but paused when she saw what had happened. Too frightened to pick it up, she placed her fingers over her mouth with concern. (d)
Katerina: ** Kat watched as the guards approached and deposited the man in front of her on the ground. She looked at him and something about him looked familiar to her like she had seen him before this day. " Yes he helped me... he kept that one from away from me as (Maverick) that one engaged the one holding me." It was then she realized ( Maverick) was gone. At Fianna's question of whether he would be well or not Kat crawled on her knees closer to him unafraid with the guards here. She picked up Fianna's rosery and handed it to her as she looked at the man once more. " Aye he will be fine. He will have a
headache and a knot perhaps a bruise but fine just the same."**
Alexander O’Connor: :: Well, apparently the guards had hit him rather nicely with the butt of that sword, and Alex was still good and unconcious. So, there was really only one thing for them to do with him. The guards would hoist him upwards, after getting everything else cleared away, and what have you ... and they would commence their way to the castle, where Alex would at least be looked over by the healers, and such ::[x]
Fianna: Fianna reclaimed her rosary and watched helplessly as the guards cleaned up the scene and moved the man away. Her mind was already idealizing every aspect of her adventure. "So that's what a hero looks like," she wondered aloud. She still had in her possession the box of jewelry and the letter, and decided she should take the letter to the Duchess at the castle since the Duchess would be easier to find than the grey-eyed little girl. She had learned to walk at a fast pace, then--this was not the calm and reflective nunnery she had known her whole life. Anything could jump out and frighten her. "Lord protect me," she asked in all seriousness. Moving on, Fianna was finally received at the castle. She inquired immediately about the duchess, who was apparently detained, and asked that the letter announcing her arrival instead be delivered to the woman. Attendants asked if Fianna required anything. She asked for a bit of bread and then asked after the fellow. Given a seat by the kitchens, she was instructed to wait for word. Knowing she needed to eat, she listened to instructions. Fianna always did as she was told and had never had a reason to disobey. The wait grew long, though, and she wondered if she had been forgotten about. Though she was cousin by marriage to the Ceannfort, she had never been in a
castle before....yet still she waited. (D)
Alexander O’Connor: Eventually, Alexander would awaken from the sleep that had been forced upon him. He'd find that he'd been left in a warm bed, in a small room ... with two armed guards outside of it. His sword wasn't there, and neither were his weapons. His cloths had been removed, so the blood could be attempted to gotten room them, and he'd been dressed in a pair of dark breeches, and left to lay in the bed and awaken as he would. So, when he came about he'd immediately sat up, a hand going to steady himself on the edge of the small bed. The room swam before him, and he realized it was lit only by candles and a fire in the hearth. Apparently it was evening, and there were no windows. He was a prisoner ... So, he'd call out, and the guards would send for someone to come and sooth the savage beast, before he tried to fight his way out of the castle. [x]
Fianna: It was Fianna who answered, though that was not her purpose. When she had been shown in, she'd expected the guards to stay with her, but they did not remain in the room. Furthermore, she now wondered if she was also a prisoner here. Perhaps the English woman had played a trick on her and led her to a place of imprisonment! Feeling immediately panicked and frightened, she tried to stay her tears; seeing herself alone in a room with this fellow frightened her more--she had only wanted to deliver her thanks to him, and now she had gone completely skittish. The Irish woman put her back to the wall, clasped her rosary, and averted her eyes. She at least kept herself from shaking, and all the idealization that had occurred in her mind on her walk up had gone away completely. This fellow was not one to romanticize; he was a killer. She moved her lips, mouthing a Hail Mary, but spoke no words. (d)
Alexander O’Connor: By the time that Fianna had been lead into the chamber where Alexander was, he'd thrown his legs over the side of the bed, and was sitting quietly. His hand rubbing at the back of his head, where the knot would doubtless form. When she'd entered, those deep set gray eyes had risen from the floor, to take in the site of her standing there by the doorway, and then they'd dropped back to the floor. He didn't know her purpose, didn't know why she was there. He had never seen her, since she'd taken off in one direction, and he'd gone after the other woman. So, he'd quietly ignore her for the moment. However, when she began to mouth her Hail Mary's, he'd glance upwards and take a deep breath. " So ... what's my punishment ?" He'd send her a glance, and it was only then that he noticed how amazingly skittish she seemed, he'd arch
that dark brow skywards as he slowly turned to face her more. His broad shoulders, and powerfully built chest and arms were covered with a lattice of intricate ropy scars, from battle after senseless battle. After the Highlands, Alexander had stopped caring ... so the battles against, and with the Scots had become things of legend. He was sometimes referred to by soldiers as the Second coming of Alexander the Great. Most of them didn't know he was the Duke of York however, or that he'd lead the King's armies in England for a short time. No, that was why he assumed he was a prisoner here. So, when she stood there before him, a shaken lamb in the service of the shepherd ... he would quietly raise his hands. "... I'm unarmed lass, I'll nae be hurtin' yeh t'day." [x]
Fianna: Slowly she stopped repeating the prayer. Her voice was shaky, but pure and true. There was not a thing of boldness about her, and so quaint was she that few believed her in the past when she had revealed to them she'd been related to the Ceannfort, even by marriage. One person even told her that fierce Mairi would have slain such a meek individual. Ireland was all Fianna had and knew, and she knew only one small part of it--the church. "M...mmay I pray for ye, an' offer ye me thanks?" She glimpsed only his feet. Nervous, her eyes still turned away, she felt her cheeks burn. Wasn't it sinful to be simply alone with this person? People still frightened her, especially this one, who was capable of killing very well, it seemed. Her black tresses shook with Fianna's own instability as she knelt down a safe distance away, placing her treasured box to the side as she clasped her hands in prayer. (d)
Alexander O’Connor: He'd nod his head when she asked her question, and he'd even twist to rest his knees upon the stone floor of the chamber. His hands folding together as he knelt beside the bed, his elbows touching upon the blankets he'd had layered over him in his sleep. He would kneel silent, letting her make her prayer to the God she treasured above all else. Alex however, had lost his faith a good while back. He'd learned that god controlled nothing of the earth, and even less of it's inhabitants. So, he'd let her make her prayer, before rising slowly, and returning to sit upon the edge of the bed, his hand rising once more to run through the back of his hair, across the bruised head. [x]
Fianna: Looking up at him when the prayer was concluded, Fianna offered a weak smile. Her head was tilted up, but really she was still averting her eyes. "Ye are a godly man?" She asked with hope in her voice; hopeful for what, she did not know. For all Fianna knew, she would be accused of consorting with a criminal or worse--Father Declan would never forgive her. "God will help ye," she said, believing it fully, "I am sure of it." She wasn't so sure that God would help her. Even Fianna's lips were trembling. She made a self-conscious move to straighten her veil again before casting her eyes to the floor. (d)
Alexander O’Connor: He'd taken his seat once more, his hands folding over his lap as he watched the wall directly across from him, and at her question he'd give a slow shake of his head. "There's no help for men like me. God does not said those who do the things I've done." He'd shrug those broad, well muscled shoulders slowly, those deep set eyes shifting towards her now as he took her in for the first time. "I've killed two men today alone, and I feel no remorse for it ... I think it would be best for you to leave sister ... before God strikes you dead, just for being in the proximity of me..." He'd grin, letting his eyes wander for a quick second, as if to make his point that he
wasn't the type she needed to associate with. The glance he had taken was enough to get him sent to hell, let alone the fact that she was a nun ![x]
Fianna: She was stuck in this place now with a nonbeliever! Fianna felt helpless. Why did God send her here, truly? Was this punishment for her wanting to be a mother instead of a nun? She at last looked up to him, just after he had looked her over. Her thoughts were not sinful, but they were indeed curious and in that moment she reminded herself of Eve. She met the man's eyes, her own frightened and filled with tears. In many ways, she was still just a girl, but she was doing the best she could to become more than that. His words frightened her more than his frame. "Perhaps it is God's will to punish me." It was not witty banter--she said this so seriously and whole heartedly, so full of fear. "I apologize. I am unaccustomed to the world and talk of death." She was a bit of a healer, as all women in the nunnery were, but she was frightened to go near him. This man could die, she thought, without her help, but still she was too frightened. There was an inherent, Irish sadness in her eyes that permeated all innocence. It wasn't fear or longing, it was completely inborn via the troubles of the times into which she had been born. She had gone in search of stability, in a sense, and this was what she had found. (d)
Alexander O’Connor: The world was unstable, not merely Ireland, but all of it. A constant mass of changing beliefs and ideas that warred and conflicted with each other, and typically, only the most brutal of ideals were left standing at the end. So, Alexander would laugh when she spoke so convictionally of how she was being punished by god. "What has he done this day, that has punished you ?" He'd arch that brow skywards, his arms folding over the well muscled chest as he twisted and kicked his bare feet up onto the foot of the bed, leaning back against the headboard in absolute silence as he watched her with such a condescending gaze, eagerly awaiting what he doubted would be a wonderfully refined and absolutely absurd answer. [x]
Fianna: "The Lord has seen it fit to cross our paths," she stated most obviously, as if he should have already answer. This humiliation of her chaste soul was punishment for every sin she'd ever thought of committing, or so she thought. "This is me own punishment for askin' fer one path when God meant fer another, sir," and with that, she looked up at him again. This seemed like a different man to her. She liked her own construct, her own version of this man better than what he now appeared to frankly be. "Ye may not be noble and worthy of much, but ye did a good thing today, aye. Please, do not harm me." She spoke the last in a sincere whisper, an utterance of confusion as though this small chance inconvenience would lead her over some moral abyss. "I cannot expect ye to understand, just as I would not understand yer warrin' or yer battles." (d)
Alexander O’Connor: "... How did god have anything to do with our paths crossing ? It was my free will that inverted my being into saving your friend, and it was my free will that got me landed here ... as for me being your punishment, I've done nought to you, so how could I have been your punishment ?" He was utterly confused now, and she was making absolutely no sense at all to him. "... I saved yer friend, then you choose to come see me, and you're expecting me to hurt you in some way ? Sounds to me lass like you're punishing yourself, and God's got naught to do with it, but to take the blame ..." He'd shrug those broad shoulders, leaving his brutish arms folded over the rugged physique of his bare chest, laid out in that infirmary bed as he was. " ... as fer my battles, and my wars ... they're pretty easy to understand ... it's kill, or be killed." [x]
Fianna: Fianna prayed to find a kind soul here, and now she was tossed in with an English woman and a brute. True, neither had made a move to harm her, but there was always a chance. "Sir, I am not sure how to explain this. I am a chaste woman, an' it is not appropriate fer me to be here alone with ye." She looked away when saying it...Lord, it shouldn't have been her place to explain such things, that's why she'd had a chaperone!--but so it was. Hopefully the English woman would be along soon. For a reason unknown to herself, she dared glimpse at his chest without meeting his eyes, and did see the scars of battle. His skin was much in contrast to her own, which was the color of milk and completely accustomed to the indoors. (D)
Katerina: ** She was grateful for the meal and bath... not to mention clean clothes. She asked a servant where they had taken the man who had saved her and after the servant said the infirmary Kat made her way there with the directions she had been given... she had to know the man was alright and to thank him for rescuing her. Not to mention to find out why he seemed
so familiar to her. Her slippered feet scuffed softly on the floors as she came to the door of where she was told her was she fisted her hand and with her knuckles knocked softly. **
Alexander O’Connor: Alex would remain where he was, eyes darting to the door as he called out a quick word of entrance. He'd close his eyes as he leant back, already feeling exhausted from the few minutes he'd been awake. [x]
Fianna: Fianna stood from her position of prayer and turned to the door, hands still clasped. It was fairly clear that for whatever reason, she was absolutely frightened. The saffron chemise worn beneath the dyed green overdress gathered about her legs as she turned to see who had entered. (d)
Katerina: ** She opened the door slowly when she heard the word of entry. She took a slow deep breath to calm shakey nerves and walked in ... smiling upon seeing Fianna. She was wearing a dark blue dress that accentuated the blue of her eyes, a maid had twined ribbon in the matching shade into her long dark tresses. Seeing the man she gave a shy smile and then curtsied " M'Lord I came to say thank you for your assistance today. I am eternally grateful. "she said in her soft thick English accent. " Fianna I see you fair well after today's events." Kat gave her friend a warm smile that she hoped would say more than her meager words. " I am Lady Katerina Matheson-MacKinnon M'Lord. I owe you my life this day."**
Alexander O’Connor: Alexander would remain where he sat, and when she entered, he would arch a brow skywards. He'd nod his head ever so slightly. "Think nothing of it M'lady ... now, if you'll have the guards release me from this place ... I would be equally grateful ..." Oh, and give him back his father's sword. The Sword with the crest of the Duke of York, stamped into the crossguard. His crest . . .[x]
Fianna: Fianna observed the exchange. So that was how things went in the world. An open, honest exchange. So little of what she had been told was really true. Keeping to her place, she dutifully stepped behind Kat. Fianna was not well spoken, nor a noble of any sort--she was merely the niece--by marriage--of a long-forgotten leader. She was sure to bring the treasure with her, and was regretting her action to send that letter to the Duchess. Conflicted, confused, and scared, she stood behind Kat and felt the draft seep in from the door. (d)
Katerina: ** Katerina smiled at him " I have spoken to them already and explained the situation from this afternoon. You are free to go after the healer deems you fit." Kat noticed the way Fianna moved to step behind her and touched her friends hand gently " I owe you as well Fianna... thank you." once more her voice softened. " M'Lord I cannot help but think I have seen you before this day? You are English no? Perhaps it was in England where we may have met?" she asked raising a dark delicate brow as she tried hard to recall where it might have been.**
Alexander O’Connor: Alexander had resigned himself, with a slow nod his head at what was being told to him, and had collapsed backwards against those pillows, his eyes pulling slowly closed as he sighed. He was already drifting off when she asked her question, and it was met with a barely audible answer, but an answer that would change the world for him forever. "Of course we have ... I'm the Duke of York." He'd fall back into a lapse of conciousness at that point, leaving them with that little tidbit of news. The Island of the Skye, had the Duke of York, one of the English King's most prized Generals, and one of the Scottish peoples most hated enemies in their grasp, and he had saved her from most certain death and defilement. Well now, how might this all turn about ?! [x]
Fianna: Fianna's jaw dropped at that revelation. She hadn't time for the duchess. She would find Seanna's caretaker at once and relay this information to Flynn. Fianna had been warned to stay away from Flynn, but she had already faced a brutish Englishman. The man she would be facing next was at least decent enough to care for her cousin Seanna. Naturally, Fianna felt more panicked. She liked Kat, but wasn't sure she could trust her. She remembered so much advice she had been given about court life, but it all whirred about her head. Her objective had been to marry upon her arrival--then she would have a husband to care for her and worry about her safety. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Shaking, she took another step back, and found herself positioned against the wall. She would not judge; that was for God to do--but how many of her family had died. She was an O'Neill, demure as she might be! (d)
Katerina:** Kat stared in shock as he spoke who he was... all the breath seemed to leave her body in one fell whoosh.Then Kat looked to Fianna and paled the cat was out of the bag now and she was trying to figure out to make it all make sense. Now she remembered seeing him it was at a ball that she had attended many years ago, an older man perhaps his father had been talking with hers. She watched as Fianna seemed to pale before her eyes... this was not good... not good at all. A plan formed in Kat's head... the guards had said he could leave and leave he shall though he still needed to rest. Looking once more at Alexander she knew what she had to do.**
Fianna: These people were English. They had raped Ireland, as far as she was concerned, and would do so again given the chance. What they might do for her was no less pleasant, she was certain. Without hesitation, she took advantage of the time during which Kat's eyes rested on the man. She turned and exited, fast as she could, fearing for her own safety and that of her dear little cousin, just a babe. She bolted out the door and down the hall, and then the concerned guards peered in, making sure everything was well. Fianna exited the castle as quickly as she could, taking cover in the brush. It was little Seanna she must find, and Jack Flynn. (d)
