Post by Lady Brennah Teagan on Jun 1, 2009 19:12:16 GMT -6
" You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see,
but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel."
Brennah
With things being a slow go in the lands of her Uncle and Aunt, Brennah had decided that a nice long ride would be good for both herself and Asher. She enjoyed the beautiful scenes of Arianna Hymodraeth, but everyone needed a change at one time or another. Brennah Teagan, former Avarian princess was now as common as any other, something she was very comfortable with being. She was never one who cared much for titles to begin with and only used them when it was absolutely necessary. Even in Avaria, she didn't look much of the part, and acted so when around those of importance. After a long enough ride, Asher needed a break and Brennah needed to see to a few things herself while in the grand city of Turas Lan. One being a visit to the church, as unfortunately... she had neglected to this as often as she should, but tried her very best to make up for it when possible. That didn't go without saying that she didn't give praise or thanks on a daily basis, or even confess ...when alone. With Asher in the stables, she made her way inside the church.
Alexander
The church's wooden doors were closed to the world, but they opened easily. This was due in part, to the fact that they had been opened recently. So, as she moved into the church, she may have noted the two heavily armed guards standing just outside of it's doors. The two men ignored her for the most part, one giving a slow nod. So, when she entered it was to the site of a Knight, knelt in prayer before the alter at the head of the church. His sword lain out up on the alter, as he remained knelt. He seemed in vigil, with solid stillness, and narrow breaths barely escaping past parted lips. He had won the first half of the tournament a few hours prior, and the next day would bring a slew of new opponents. He wore no armor, only a leather vest, over a white linen shirt. The vest tooled in golden fabric, with the image of a celtic cross stretched across it's back. His hair tied back into a short tail, at the base of his skull, as he prayed to the good lord to guide his lance as he saw just in this tournament, to make him a champion of he deemed it so. He did not move however, when he heard her enter. Merely spoke with the deep resonance of his barrel chest, eyes never opening as he peered down from the cross, to the blade that lay across the altar. "... So that I might strike down the wicked, and uphold that which is true and just ... so that I might become the blade of Michael, the Arch Angel of Heaven ... and cast out those who would reign over men, and enslave their souls ...Amen." He'd rise easily, his hands reaching for the blade as he stood. It was only after he had slid the weapon home in the black leather sheath he wore, the gilded celtic cross on that as well, that he'd turned and stopped dead in his track ."... M'lady ..." He would bow suddenly, a hand sweeping across his torso as he spoke the words into the deserted cathedral. "... my apologies, I knew not of another's presence ..."
Brennah
The dark haired and fair skinned woman of young age did take notice of the guards, but just as they had ignored her for the most part, with the exception of a nod, she did the same. Only with Brennah, not one, but both guards had been granted the notion. It did puzzle her that there would be guards stationed outside the church, making her ask questions only voiced in her mind. With a slow tearing gaze away from the posted men, she moved down the aisle and would near the alter. Her hands folded before her about her waist, the swish of her skirts being the only sound she made and even as soft as they were, in a church this quiet, the noise seemed so loud. The dress chosen for today was of pale blues and grays. The piping was of silver and not gold, and where most women wore slippers, Brennah preferred boots. She tried to not disturb the man at the alter, keeping her eyes low, but aware of his position. When he stood to his feet, she was only but a few paces away from him and as he greeted her, she smiled softly. A nod would follow of course and she dipped into a gentle curtsy. It perhaps was not as well done as might should have been, but Brennah was not one of complete grace. "M'Lord." she said in reply. "And please, no need for an apology. I was as quiet as one might can be to keep from disturbing a man deep in his thoughts and prayers." she added a moment later. The young woman for her not to be of blood relation, looked a lot like another dark haired and fair skinned Lady, her aunt. They were even close in age. Both she and Eirian found the similarities rather amusing at times.
Alexander
He'd smile to the woman as she responded to his words, giving a slow nod of his head. He would stand quietly for just a moment, his hands resting upon the hilt of that long sword that he wore. It's elegant cross guard swept down over the scabbard ever so slightly. He'd nod his head ever so slowly, as he twisted to glance once more upon the alter. He chose not to see the similarity, though it ate at him from deep within his chest. When he turned back towards her, he felt his chest tighten. The similarity could only be ignored for so long, before he was forced to admit it. Quietly he'd extend his free hand, fingers spread slightly as he contemplated her in silence. "My name is Alexander O'Connor ... I'm the Duke of York." He'd normally leave that out, but there was something familiar about this woman, and his title might help her remember what that could very well be.
Brennah
She stood there before him, quietly, letting her eyes of bright cheerful blue sweep over his features in a friendly admiration. They of course lowered, slowly and respectfully down before traveling back up, sizing the man up and she studied him in observance. Had Brennah known what sort of torment she was putting this poor man through, she would have left him to be alone, feeling an obligation and not wanting to be as they say a sight for sore eyes. He extended his hand after a few moments of silence, Brennah letting one of her own come to accept it. She gripped only his fingers, the touch soft, and the hold gentle. "A pleasure to meet you Mister Alexander O'Conner. I'm Brennah Teagan. I'm the niece to the once King of Avaria, Talion Apollous. It's a pleasure to meet you." she said with a warm friendly smile. As he introduced himself, nothing came to mind right away... perhaps it would soon. "Please... if there is someplace else you need to be, or someone you need to visit, I do not wish to keep you from such."
Alexander
He'd stand his ground in silence for a few moments, then when her words finally struck him it was like a sledgehammer to the chest. She was Eirian's husbands niece. That meant she was Eirians niece. He'd give a slow nod of his head, as it all began to make a bit more sense. So, he'd quietly shift in his stance, fingers shifting along the length of the long swords hilt. "It's a pleasure to meet you M'lady Teagan ... I'm sorry to be of such a rush, but alas I've to prepare for tomorrow's jousting finals ..." He'd give her a small smile, and another quick bow. Before he'd start to move by her. He had no desire to be near Eirian's family, or her at this point in time for that matter.
Brennah
As the introductions were made, it seemed once he learned of her name and relations, the man became a bit more...odd. Had she done something or said something that was rude? Brennah of course did not know this, simply because her aunt had not yet shared with her anything that pertained to the man before her. "M'lord... if I may... I apologize -- for anything that I have said or done to ..upset you?" She said as he gave his nod, his quick bow and began to move past her. This was of course assumed based on his quick need to retreat, even if done so politely. "I know not what else to say if that is the case..." she would add as he seem to now be a couple paces away from her while she half turned to face him more. "Perhaps, if you tell me how I have wronged you... I could make it right." she offered as she took a step after him. Brennah was never one to cause trouble, but it always seem to find her, making her do what she felt she needed to, to fix things. Whether it was her fault or not.
Alexander
Alexander had moved past her, and had stopped only when he had heard her voice. She was so obviously upset at the thought that she had done something to upset him. So, he would stand there quietly. His broad shoulders shrugging slightly as he half turned to glance back towards her with those glossy silverish eyes. He would nod his head ever so slightly, making sure that he kept his eyes glued to her own for the long, quiet moments. "... I was engaged to your aunt, before she ever met your uncle ... my love for her lingers still in my heart, and you're an image of her ..." He'd shrug and would slowly shake his head. "... I'm sorry if I take that out on you, but I am slowly working to better my ability to tolerate her site ... and the knowledge of what was lost because of others ..." He'd shrug those shoulders ever so slightly, taking a quiet glance from her, towards the cross that hung over the alter, before he'd turn and start back out through that door once more.
Brennah
Brennah stood there, looking almost completely lost and of course, even though she had yet to learn what troubled the man, her heart went out to him. She was glad he did pause to turn to her, hoping he would shed some light on the subject, and that he did. When he shared the facts with her, that he was once engaged to her aunt, she sighed. Those bright blue eyes of hers lowered, feeling a tightening in her chest. That it was not found amusing this time around that her appearance was much like that of her aunts, but heart breaking. To know that she had caused this man whom she had only met moments ago, some sort of grief, she only stared at the floor beneath her before she lifted her eyes to him once more. "M'lord... please, do not take this as a means for me to wish you anything more than friendly advice. But to run away from your troubles, it is not the answer. It's better to face them, and.. if you should like help in that, other than by God's hand, I'm offering my own." Alexander seemed not to want to linger within these walls of what was suppose to bring peace as well as comfort. With her last words however, she could only hope he had heard them and know they were genuine. For some, facing your fears or troubles alone was not the way to over come them, and if Brennah could help him, or any that asked it of her, she'd gladly do so.
Alexander
He'd heard her words, but with those long steady strides he had walked quickly and quietly from the church. He left her there, contemplating her words as he went to prepare for the remainder of his jousts the next day.
Brennah
With his exit, she turned to look to the cross, staring and sighed before moving to a pugh. After taking a seat, and her hands clasped together, she bowed her head in silence. Her words were of prayer, to give her the abilities to help the man whom she just upset if it were in God's will and if it was something Alexander himself wish to have her do. To be able to say and do the right things that for now, an acquaintance might do. That perhaps in time, hopefully the things that a friend could do, say, or be.