Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on Mar 7, 2008 14:01:31 GMT -6
Log Entry: Entered Arts and Entertainment - Templar Gardens [Members - 5] 3/2/2008 01:23 PM
HighIandTartan59: "Goo' Afternoon ta ye tae Sir. Lady Beathag. I have been seekin' ye out. Sir Peregrin has been assigned another position. He was tha' squire tae Lady Brynna. I would like tae take her on as my squire, if tha' bae alright wit ye and Lord Adam, Your Grace?" - He nodded in respect back to the gentleman -
Ignia Ferroque: Adam, safe within the castle walls, walked unarmed... Eamonn had seen to their safety during times of volatile days and clandestine evenings. The white shirt and black leather trousers were his usual attire miunus the sword. Into the garden he walked, unexpectedly he comes upon a group of people. With an smile after see his Bess, he canted his head. "Ye look divine taeday lassie... T'wot occasion may ah ask?"
Set In Her Way: " Ah dun nay see a problem with such, but before such is made let us speak at length n' make sure such is a good match, might Ah have ye name once more, Sir knight? Tis important fer me take make sure Lady Brynna's education as a knight be put n' the best o' hands. As ye are aware...while our land has a vera different view o' how women should be, one must have a tradition be meetin' with reason tae make it work well." While the beginnings of the meeting were under way, the Duke himself came strolling forth from a way that only they would know. How was it that the cities gardens were all connected in paths, yet no path led up to the castle gardens, yet down from it instead? A question for the answer of brilliant architect and enginners, for only a wife now cared of seeing her husband. "Ah wore it because Ah could, your Grace, dae ye like it? Ye've come at a fine time, husband, this Knight has a petition tae make o' who he wishes for his squire, the Lady Brynna." (d)
HighIandTartan59: "Meh name is Dragon Knight Andrew "Drew" MacGregor. I believe from wha' I have been told, ye had a confrontation wit' me Da. I bae vera sorra about tha'. He shall answer tae tha' almighty for his transgressions against women." - He bowed tae both of them out of respect -
Ignia Ferroque: The smile that pushed cheekbones toward the eyes that seemed to make his seagreens sparkle. She was the light of his life, the children his sustenance. "Ah dae... it brings out yer face more... makes ye look like yer spirits are healthy..." With brows that shaped his face, he cants his head toward the man then back to Bess. "Brynna?" he rubs his chin, a questioned look upon his face. "Ahhh, the red-haired spitfire..." followed immediately by a smile. "Sir, mae ah ask, 're ye sure yae could handle such as she is? She is brave, honorable, but she dae have a mouth..." he winks at Bess... "but with some learnin', she could become one of the better swords." chuckling... "She 'as promise ah kin say..." his words cut short by the name... "MacGregor yae say... ahhh yes... though some say that the apple daent fall far from the tree... Ah believe the son kin bae bet'rn the Father." referring to his own situation, none knowing what that is... not even Bess ...yet.::::
Set In Her Way: She swallowed back a heavy want to curse at the thought of Lord Dubh MacGregor anywhere near her person. The man was more than narrow minded, he simply was oblivious to what was before his face for the sheer want keeping all things as they were. Turas Lan was the seat of a revolution when it came to what a woman could do, what she was entitled to, and who could give it to her. " Ye wear ye father's name, n' nay his face nor his ideals, but Ah will say Sir Andrew MacGregor," the tone was firm, but gentle still. The mark of a woman's wisdom all are heir to. One might even say the tone of a great lady coming into her own, " Brynna MacLeod is a good, strong warrior who has proven herself tae me n' mah husband. Her wishes are sponsored by us whole heartedly, and iffn ye, with honor n' respect tae the ways o' yer knighthood and herself, take tha' on, ye dae sae with my blessing..sae long as ye realize," she acknowledged herself with her hand, the world behind them, " The world where in a woman may digress tae a man is fast fadin' here from this Isle, but it is nay o'er in the rest o' the world. Ye will have a challenge, tae deprive herher o' nothing in lessons, tae treat her as any knight, and nay just a woman . But ye must also honor her fairer self and press nay advantage she does not yield. If ye can promise us such is done, ye may have her as your squire with mah blessin. Ah will expect tae see a weekly writ of her progress for the Duke n' I, and we shall meet with ye both soon." (d)
Tempus Matutinus: Quietly the Arab listened to the conversation, but it was of his business not, so he would not interject or pay of particular attention. Something about adopting a squire, which in his studies had learned that meant an apprentice of sorts in the system of knighthood and of the like. It was an intresting, and sometimes confusing concept, which was another reason as to why he did not pay much mind to the royal couple and their guest. Chocolate hued orbs gazed down upon the bound paper that was already partly written on. Dipping the quill into the well once more, he pressed it to paper and jotted down a few more words before letting that dry. The quill was wiped clean with an old cloth, and the well corked and capped. They were placed in the bag at his side, as he silently waited for the black ink to adhere itself to the paper without intention of smudging.
WhisperedSpirits: Dressed once more in the attiire of peach and light pink wraps about her curvy body, she found herself wondering about, trying to learn her new home on her own instead of bothering other people to come along with her. It was truethat she needed to learn to be out on her own and learn the world around her without holding someone's hand. Skirts swirled about her frame as she moved down the hallway and towards the opeining area, wondering what was beyond this and where it would lead. The smile that took over her features made her whole face light up as she entered into what appeared to be a garden...another one! there were so many here that it almost made the ache from not being in the jungles seem low. As soon as thre stone turned to grass, she paused and shifted her feet to remove her sandals so that when she stepped onto the grass, bare feet touched the texture and gracefully moved about it. Wondering with a slow and leisure pace, she stopped to touch every flower that was new to her eye, feeling the texture of the petals and inhaling the scents that they gave. Everything was new and interesting.
HighIandTartan59: "I understand exactly wha' ye bae talkin' about and ye have my word as my honor towards Lady MacLeod. She will learn the basics of knighthood and I qill not do anythin' she does nae feel right about doin'. I plan tae have meetin's wit her ta see iffn she is still wantin' tae a knight. I than' ye fer yer confidence in meh, Your Grace, Lord Adam, ye will nae be disappointed." - He bowed tae both of them. He had tae make haste tae find tha' lady.-
Ignia Ferroque: Adam nodded in agreement with his wife, a simple smile came over his face knowing that sea captain was coming into her own rite as a Duchess... his hand upon her shoulder, he nods to MacGregor... "Sir MacGregor... Bess, mae apologies, ah need tae speak with the Lord Advisor..." then he moves to Amand and bows his head in respect... "Lord Advisor, ah seek yer knowledge and wisdom on something... walk with me..." then turns away, his hands cup together at the small of his back as he begins walking.::::
Set In Her Way: "Ah dun suspect any disappointment, Sir, good dae tae ye n' have the answer Brynna gives ye sent tae us by messanger, iffn ye please." She lowered her head respectfully so he might take his leave. Some would say she was rough around the edges, as callus as what wouldn't fade from her hands. But she was taking the lines of the posistion, her place as a woman of power, and overseeing it with a skill that was admirable for a woman with no noble lineage save that of a proud heritage. "Aye, husband, nay need tae apologize. " He had something upon his mind and Aman-un-Din had a vast one for thoughts to swim in before reaching conclusions. (d)
Tempus Matutinus: Chocolate hued orbs lifted as the Lord of Skye approached him, and a thick brow arched. Already Aman-ud-Din was packing up his things to give the trio a bit more privacy, perhaps Adam was going to ask what he was already doing. However, Adam's words were different than he expected, and he blinked. But, a soft smile appeared upon full lips and he nodded. "I will do my best to aid thee, Lord Adam." Came the Arab's reply, before he closed the book and placed it carefully in the bag. Slowly he rose, joints creaking a bit here and there, and releasing a soft popping sound that came with age and time. With the bag placed over his shoulder, Aman-ud-Din followed Adam, long legs finally catching and matching the Duke's stride. "What can I do for you, Adam?" He inquired.
WhisperedSpirits: Bits of earth gave way to her light steps, as some parts were moist from the rains that had passed not but two days before hand and the earth had yet to take it's fill of it. Anulia wiggled her small toes, letting them feel as the watery area sunk in before she moved on, leaving a slight trail of muddy prints in the gras for a few steps before they faded. Skirts were held higher, showing her slender ankles and strong calf muscles as she moved about the bush and paused when she heard voices. Leaning around so that only her head was seen, she noted Bess, her husband and Aman-ud-Din within the gardens as well. Another person, she had never seen before was noted as well, before she smiled and moved around the bush, intent on her mission to look at the rest of the flowers as everyone seemed to be in conversation of some sort. Bess' dressing, made her laugh softly, at how the colors choosen for the day seemed to be on repeat. Anulia, just wanted to look pretty and with the weather, it seemed like a good idea.
Ignia Ferroque: "Lord Advisor... Aman, if ah mae be so casual... wot we discuss remains between us... nae even Lady Bess must knaew..." he paused, knowing the man would keep his confidence... he then continues after examining the man's facial expression. "Amand, tis things in mae past that mae rear its ugly head..." he begins to speak clear English, foregoing the Gaelic he uses... "Things shall get difficult in the coming days, and those things of the past Bess does not know...yet, but I shall tell her..." he glances at her and continues..."The problem I have is... the men in the dungeon... they have been tried by a fair group... and it is my unannounced decision to put the traitors to death... to forego others from threatening Skye for the future..." one glance and he continues..."What I do not wish is to divide the people... but I want to cut off the snakes head before it bites me... what happens if this thing from my past arises, and I am judged as he is... I do not wish to be claimed a madman, nor a powerseeker... nor greed nor profiteer like my Father..." he gritted his teeth as it slipped unconsciously. Looking at Amand, his eyes seek confidence. "Not a word of this yes?" ::::::
Set In Her Way: The conversation of men did not fall to the ears of women. Beathag had told Andrew that a bold, strange time was happening on the Isle of Skye wherein women were heir to the stature of their fellows. Still, it was a man's way to speak among his fellows, to seek advice on how to go about the business of his office. How would Adam tell his companion of the golden hair of his plans? To pretend she did not wonder on what words he had for their Advisor would be to lie, but it wasn't her place to intrude. Aman-un-Din had accepted a posistion of confidence, at times, of secrecy. With a sigh that did not dampen the glory of her rare, public smile, she went to seek out the glory in this God-given day of beauty. Each stem was touched to feel the wax like slip of the greens give way to another . The stems were thick, and it would be a group of lilac flowers to catch her attention, grown wild among lily-of-the-valleyuntil it became a circle around the soft, green grass. Kneeling down, she pulled from her feet the short ankle boots so that nothing detered her from a touch of Mother Earth. On her exploration, her path crossed with Anulia, "Good mornin', Anulia, how are ye taeday?" (d)
Tempus Matutinus: Confidentiality was something that a man such as himself was required to keep, not just as his position in the Griffin court, but as a royal guardian of the Pern rulers. There were always matters of secrecy, and he was sworn to secrecy, both in the court of Pern and now in the court of Skye. Aman-ud-Din nodded. "You have my word, Adam. What shall be spoken between us shall never be uttered upon foriegn ears. Now tell me, what troubles you?" The lofty man of Pern inquired. Quietly he listened to the man as he confessed something, bit by bit, that he could not find the words to utter to his wife. Such was not uncommon, nor did he think ill of it. There were things that troubled Adam, that was not hard to see, but the matter of which remained a mystery...until now. When Adam did turn and look his way, there was a placid expression upon his face, one of calm composure, unjudging, saving for the slight furrow of the brow in concern for the man beside him. When Adam had finished, lips parted. "Not a word, Adam. You have my word." Aman-ud-Din assured him. "Much responsibility you bear, Adam, for you are now Duke. The people look to you, not your father for guidance. There is a story in the Bible of Moses, the man who led his people to the Promise Land. He was raised by the Pharaoh and his wife, but Moses still shaped his own destiny. He was not judged by the acts of his father unless he acted so. You are your father's son...not your father. People judge by actions committed by you, now whether they run parallel to those of your father is up to you. People are not so quick to judge as you may think. As the people. Let them tell you how they deem your worth, and from there, look to improvment to keep their best interest at heart. Treason to the people is far worse, and such is committed if these men, who I assume areguilty, are allowed to filter back into society. Does this help?" He inquired, hoping that some bit of help was there for Adam's usage.
WhisperedSpirits: While one might think that she would need attention more often then not, it was not so. Anulia was finding that wondering around a lone suited her, for she had someone with her always. God. Anulia spoke to him every other moment since being introduced to him and he never seemed to mind or tell her to stop. She felt comfortable, taking Aman-ud-Din's words to heart when he said God would love her no matter what if she loved him in return. She could speak to her own tongue, knowing he would understand her. It put her at ease, knowing he was there with her always, instead of making her feel uncomfortable to feel another's presence all the time. Anulia enjoyed being with others, but alone as well in a odd complex of the mind. With peach colored material bunched up on her arms, she leaned over a bush and delicately touched a flower that was as red as the sky when the colors began to make that pattern as the sun rose and set. Leaning closer, she pressed her nose above it and inhaled, taking in the scent, but not knowing the name to go with it. The sound of her name startled her, making her nearly fall into the bush of thorns and exotic flowers. "Ack" she called out before she gained her balance and gave a sheepish look before scooting side ways from the bush of both beauty and danger. "Anulia good. Bess good?"
Ignia Ferroque: Sea green eyes were gazing at the ground, occasioanlly the bootoe would push a broekn twig, but his ears captured all Amand said. Bess was right, he was a good advisor and an intelligent man, despite his odd features and clothes. A strong hand went to the man's shoulder. "Aye it does... and I may speak to yu time and again... yu are an inspiration and I may require it from time to time... especially in matters of the Duke and his internal strife..." he smiles... let's rejoin the others..." A hand to Amand's back... "and thank yu Lord Advisor..." ::::
Set In Her Way: -No one could be judged by their faces, races, lineage, or customs. The Griffin Court was comprised of the odd but it made them colorful, diligent. Beathag gasped softly, "Och, I'm sorry Anulia," the smile softened to low lights of granduer from one friend to a next, " Aye, Bess is fine. How are ye taeday, Anulia?" The glory of the flower had tiny points of sharp defense, a hand offered to Anulia to lead her away even more. " These are roses, Anulia, they are pretty but sharp be the thorns," she pointed to the bushes to show the tiny, hooked, brown barb that the Gods had placed there to ward off certain people. " Do you like the garden?" Her husband would find her beside Anulia, looking at the flower (d)
Tempus Matutinus: Aman-ud-Din acquired his knowledge through what he studied, what he read, what he believed, and what he had been through. It was not all gifted to him suddenly. His age had given him experience in the world, and increasingly so since his trip to Europe. Aman-ud-Din chuckled softly and smiled a bit, glad that he could help the man in any way he could. While touch was not something that Aman-ud-Din was use to with those of High Court, but this was Europe, and very different from Pern. "I am glad to be of assistance. If you have need of me, you have but to ask. I will offer what words I can." Nodding to Adam, he followed the Duke back to the Dutchess and...Anulia! When had she gotten here and how long had she been in the gardens? It did not matter, she was here. "Masah al khair Bess and Anulia." He said with a smile and bowed to them.
WhisperedSpirits: Anulia knew she was skittish compared to most and it could not be helped. One day, she might grow comfortable around others as she was with Aman-ud-Din and Tahirah, but for now, it was a slow process. Thankfully, those like Bess had reached out to her or held patience with her when she did not understand. "Anulia no hurt. Anulia good." she repeated, wondering if she was saying it wrong. When a slender and long fingered hand reached out for Anulia, she shyly reached her smaller one up, taking a chance and trusting Bess as she placed hers within the woman's, making the material of her wrappings shift from over her wrist and show the scars that would never go away from shackles removed not that long ago. A flash was given of the bird brand that lay upon her inner right wrist before soft and warm hands of different size and color met each other and Anulia moved closer while Bess explained the plant they were looking to. "Ro-ss." she repeated and looked to the item. With her free hand, she pointed to the petals. "Ro-ss" and then to the sharp ends. "Thorn." making sure she understood the difference. At the question of liking the garden, Anulia's bright smile was more then a simple answer and show what her words missed. "Anulia loves gardens. No jungle, but helps with ache in chest." she found herself admitting. At the sound of that all too fimilar baritone, Anulia turned her head sending spiraled curls about her body in a moment to sway along with the veil like material she had attached in some way to the bun, before her smile grew even wider and still learning such manners, she removed her hand from Bess to move towards Aman-ud-Din and gave him a gentle hug, pulling his taller form against her curved and smaller one for a moment, before letting him go and reaching for his hand to hold it now that he was present.
Ignia Ferroque: Having thanked Amand on the way back, he saw them all brightly dressed. <They are pretty but sharp be the thorns>, he had heard as he walked up to the women... "Aye, they are... and so baee mae beloved Bess... that wot ah luv about her..." Looking to the other girl... "And who mae this lassie bae?" he saw the brand, but did not let on...Adam was alwasy quick to notice the not so obvious... it was the obvious he had trouble with... "Ah not met such a prettier girl.." he winks at her and Bess.::::
Set In Her Way: " Tha' it does. It helps me, too. Ah miss the fields and such from my own home," Beathag pointed out the bushes to Anulia where beyond them grasses waved, " There be many gardens in the city, this be only one o' many." For the benefit of Anulia she softened her brogue as much as possible so the thickness of vowels, consants, and undercarriage of letters lessened. What was left was able to be comprehended, but alluded to the music in her everyday voicce. When she ran to Aman-un-Din, she knew her husband was not far behind, eaccepting him into her arms with a laugh, " Tha' be Anulia, m'heart. A fine lass."There was whisper for only his ears, " She escaped from a slave ship, heaven knows how far they went tae take her from home.." (d)
Tempus Matutinus: Gardens were a thing of beauty, and it was that beauty that captivated him, and earlier, lulled him to sleep, making up for that which was lost during the storm in the late evening and early morning hours. He could still fear the feel the* weariness in his body, but he pushed it aside for now. When the two finally approached the women once more, brown eyes turned to Anulia as she came darting over and as it was becoming more and more habit, wrapping her arms around his waist in an embrace. Aman-ud-Din chuckled softly and returned the hug to the petite woman. As she stepped away fromhim, her hand took his, and long fingers curled around hers. "My guess would be many miles. Where the forests are plentiful and the food is exotic." He replied in the ponderment of just where Anulia was from.
Ignia Ferroque: Nodding to Bess' whisper, he hugs her. Interrupted a man from the Castle arrived, who provided apologies and handed Adam a missive. Nodding the man moved away from the groupand waited the Duke. Adam smiled at them all... "Enjoy the garden and mae wife's company... Ah have been called to other matters that require mae attention." Kissing Bess on the cheek, he turns and departs the area.
WhisperedSpirits: Adam's words were not lost on Anulia though she leand her head forward slighlty as if getting closer to him in that manner would help her understand past the accent. She understood the word pretty, and a slight blush creeped into that dark honey hued skin, upon fleshy cheeks before she looked down and then back up and to the side at Aman-ud-Din's face while he spoke. Was that where she was from? miles away? "If Aman-ud-Din knows where Anulia is from, can he take her home?" she asked, hope filling her voice and making her skin seem to glow with something inside. There was inner conflict with it, as with most things, for she was curious of this new world, but if she could get home, that was where she belonged, where she may be missed from.
HighIandTartan59: "Goo' Afternoon ta ye tae Sir. Lady Beathag. I have been seekin' ye out. Sir Peregrin has been assigned another position. He was tha' squire tae Lady Brynna. I would like tae take her on as my squire, if tha' bae alright wit ye and Lord Adam, Your Grace?" - He nodded in respect back to the gentleman -
Ignia Ferroque: Adam, safe within the castle walls, walked unarmed... Eamonn had seen to their safety during times of volatile days and clandestine evenings. The white shirt and black leather trousers were his usual attire miunus the sword. Into the garden he walked, unexpectedly he comes upon a group of people. With an smile after see his Bess, he canted his head. "Ye look divine taeday lassie... T'wot occasion may ah ask?"
Set In Her Way: " Ah dun nay see a problem with such, but before such is made let us speak at length n' make sure such is a good match, might Ah have ye name once more, Sir knight? Tis important fer me take make sure Lady Brynna's education as a knight be put n' the best o' hands. As ye are aware...while our land has a vera different view o' how women should be, one must have a tradition be meetin' with reason tae make it work well." While the beginnings of the meeting were under way, the Duke himself came strolling forth from a way that only they would know. How was it that the cities gardens were all connected in paths, yet no path led up to the castle gardens, yet down from it instead? A question for the answer of brilliant architect and enginners, for only a wife now cared of seeing her husband. "Ah wore it because Ah could, your Grace, dae ye like it? Ye've come at a fine time, husband, this Knight has a petition tae make o' who he wishes for his squire, the Lady Brynna." (d)
HighIandTartan59: "Meh name is Dragon Knight Andrew "Drew" MacGregor. I believe from wha' I have been told, ye had a confrontation wit' me Da. I bae vera sorra about tha'. He shall answer tae tha' almighty for his transgressions against women." - He bowed tae both of them out of respect -
Ignia Ferroque: The smile that pushed cheekbones toward the eyes that seemed to make his seagreens sparkle. She was the light of his life, the children his sustenance. "Ah dae... it brings out yer face more... makes ye look like yer spirits are healthy..." With brows that shaped his face, he cants his head toward the man then back to Bess. "Brynna?" he rubs his chin, a questioned look upon his face. "Ahhh, the red-haired spitfire..." followed immediately by a smile. "Sir, mae ah ask, 're ye sure yae could handle such as she is? She is brave, honorable, but she dae have a mouth..." he winks at Bess... "but with some learnin', she could become one of the better swords." chuckling... "She 'as promise ah kin say..." his words cut short by the name... "MacGregor yae say... ahhh yes... though some say that the apple daent fall far from the tree... Ah believe the son kin bae bet'rn the Father." referring to his own situation, none knowing what that is... not even Bess ...yet.::::
Set In Her Way: She swallowed back a heavy want to curse at the thought of Lord Dubh MacGregor anywhere near her person. The man was more than narrow minded, he simply was oblivious to what was before his face for the sheer want keeping all things as they were. Turas Lan was the seat of a revolution when it came to what a woman could do, what she was entitled to, and who could give it to her. " Ye wear ye father's name, n' nay his face nor his ideals, but Ah will say Sir Andrew MacGregor," the tone was firm, but gentle still. The mark of a woman's wisdom all are heir to. One might even say the tone of a great lady coming into her own, " Brynna MacLeod is a good, strong warrior who has proven herself tae me n' mah husband. Her wishes are sponsored by us whole heartedly, and iffn ye, with honor n' respect tae the ways o' yer knighthood and herself, take tha' on, ye dae sae with my blessing..sae long as ye realize," she acknowledged herself with her hand, the world behind them, " The world where in a woman may digress tae a man is fast fadin' here from this Isle, but it is nay o'er in the rest o' the world. Ye will have a challenge, tae deprive herher o' nothing in lessons, tae treat her as any knight, and nay just a woman . But ye must also honor her fairer self and press nay advantage she does not yield. If ye can promise us such is done, ye may have her as your squire with mah blessin. Ah will expect tae see a weekly writ of her progress for the Duke n' I, and we shall meet with ye both soon." (d)
Tempus Matutinus: Quietly the Arab listened to the conversation, but it was of his business not, so he would not interject or pay of particular attention. Something about adopting a squire, which in his studies had learned that meant an apprentice of sorts in the system of knighthood and of the like. It was an intresting, and sometimes confusing concept, which was another reason as to why he did not pay much mind to the royal couple and their guest. Chocolate hued orbs gazed down upon the bound paper that was already partly written on. Dipping the quill into the well once more, he pressed it to paper and jotted down a few more words before letting that dry. The quill was wiped clean with an old cloth, and the well corked and capped. They were placed in the bag at his side, as he silently waited for the black ink to adhere itself to the paper without intention of smudging.
WhisperedSpirits: Dressed once more in the attiire of peach and light pink wraps about her curvy body, she found herself wondering about, trying to learn her new home on her own instead of bothering other people to come along with her. It was truethat she needed to learn to be out on her own and learn the world around her without holding someone's hand. Skirts swirled about her frame as she moved down the hallway and towards the opeining area, wondering what was beyond this and where it would lead. The smile that took over her features made her whole face light up as she entered into what appeared to be a garden...another one! there were so many here that it almost made the ache from not being in the jungles seem low. As soon as thre stone turned to grass, she paused and shifted her feet to remove her sandals so that when she stepped onto the grass, bare feet touched the texture and gracefully moved about it. Wondering with a slow and leisure pace, she stopped to touch every flower that was new to her eye, feeling the texture of the petals and inhaling the scents that they gave. Everything was new and interesting.
HighIandTartan59: "I understand exactly wha' ye bae talkin' about and ye have my word as my honor towards Lady MacLeod. She will learn the basics of knighthood and I qill not do anythin' she does nae feel right about doin'. I plan tae have meetin's wit her ta see iffn she is still wantin' tae a knight. I than' ye fer yer confidence in meh, Your Grace, Lord Adam, ye will nae be disappointed." - He bowed tae both of them. He had tae make haste tae find tha' lady.-
Ignia Ferroque: Adam nodded in agreement with his wife, a simple smile came over his face knowing that sea captain was coming into her own rite as a Duchess... his hand upon her shoulder, he nods to MacGregor... "Sir MacGregor... Bess, mae apologies, ah need tae speak with the Lord Advisor..." then he moves to Amand and bows his head in respect... "Lord Advisor, ah seek yer knowledge and wisdom on something... walk with me..." then turns away, his hands cup together at the small of his back as he begins walking.::::
Set In Her Way: "Ah dun suspect any disappointment, Sir, good dae tae ye n' have the answer Brynna gives ye sent tae us by messanger, iffn ye please." She lowered her head respectfully so he might take his leave. Some would say she was rough around the edges, as callus as what wouldn't fade from her hands. But she was taking the lines of the posistion, her place as a woman of power, and overseeing it with a skill that was admirable for a woman with no noble lineage save that of a proud heritage. "Aye, husband, nay need tae apologize. " He had something upon his mind and Aman-un-Din had a vast one for thoughts to swim in before reaching conclusions. (d)
Tempus Matutinus: Chocolate hued orbs lifted as the Lord of Skye approached him, and a thick brow arched. Already Aman-ud-Din was packing up his things to give the trio a bit more privacy, perhaps Adam was going to ask what he was already doing. However, Adam's words were different than he expected, and he blinked. But, a soft smile appeared upon full lips and he nodded. "I will do my best to aid thee, Lord Adam." Came the Arab's reply, before he closed the book and placed it carefully in the bag. Slowly he rose, joints creaking a bit here and there, and releasing a soft popping sound that came with age and time. With the bag placed over his shoulder, Aman-ud-Din followed Adam, long legs finally catching and matching the Duke's stride. "What can I do for you, Adam?" He inquired.
WhisperedSpirits: Bits of earth gave way to her light steps, as some parts were moist from the rains that had passed not but two days before hand and the earth had yet to take it's fill of it. Anulia wiggled her small toes, letting them feel as the watery area sunk in before she moved on, leaving a slight trail of muddy prints in the gras for a few steps before they faded. Skirts were held higher, showing her slender ankles and strong calf muscles as she moved about the bush and paused when she heard voices. Leaning around so that only her head was seen, she noted Bess, her husband and Aman-ud-Din within the gardens as well. Another person, she had never seen before was noted as well, before she smiled and moved around the bush, intent on her mission to look at the rest of the flowers as everyone seemed to be in conversation of some sort. Bess' dressing, made her laugh softly, at how the colors choosen for the day seemed to be on repeat. Anulia, just wanted to look pretty and with the weather, it seemed like a good idea.
Ignia Ferroque: "Lord Advisor... Aman, if ah mae be so casual... wot we discuss remains between us... nae even Lady Bess must knaew..." he paused, knowing the man would keep his confidence... he then continues after examining the man's facial expression. "Amand, tis things in mae past that mae rear its ugly head..." he begins to speak clear English, foregoing the Gaelic he uses... "Things shall get difficult in the coming days, and those things of the past Bess does not know...yet, but I shall tell her..." he glances at her and continues..."The problem I have is... the men in the dungeon... they have been tried by a fair group... and it is my unannounced decision to put the traitors to death... to forego others from threatening Skye for the future..." one glance and he continues..."What I do not wish is to divide the people... but I want to cut off the snakes head before it bites me... what happens if this thing from my past arises, and I am judged as he is... I do not wish to be claimed a madman, nor a powerseeker... nor greed nor profiteer like my Father..." he gritted his teeth as it slipped unconsciously. Looking at Amand, his eyes seek confidence. "Not a word of this yes?" ::::::
Set In Her Way: The conversation of men did not fall to the ears of women. Beathag had told Andrew that a bold, strange time was happening on the Isle of Skye wherein women were heir to the stature of their fellows. Still, it was a man's way to speak among his fellows, to seek advice on how to go about the business of his office. How would Adam tell his companion of the golden hair of his plans? To pretend she did not wonder on what words he had for their Advisor would be to lie, but it wasn't her place to intrude. Aman-un-Din had accepted a posistion of confidence, at times, of secrecy. With a sigh that did not dampen the glory of her rare, public smile, she went to seek out the glory in this God-given day of beauty. Each stem was touched to feel the wax like slip of the greens give way to another . The stems were thick, and it would be a group of lilac flowers to catch her attention, grown wild among lily-of-the-valleyuntil it became a circle around the soft, green grass. Kneeling down, she pulled from her feet the short ankle boots so that nothing detered her from a touch of Mother Earth. On her exploration, her path crossed with Anulia, "Good mornin', Anulia, how are ye taeday?" (d)
Tempus Matutinus: Confidentiality was something that a man such as himself was required to keep, not just as his position in the Griffin court, but as a royal guardian of the Pern rulers. There were always matters of secrecy, and he was sworn to secrecy, both in the court of Pern and now in the court of Skye. Aman-ud-Din nodded. "You have my word, Adam. What shall be spoken between us shall never be uttered upon foriegn ears. Now tell me, what troubles you?" The lofty man of Pern inquired. Quietly he listened to the man as he confessed something, bit by bit, that he could not find the words to utter to his wife. Such was not uncommon, nor did he think ill of it. There were things that troubled Adam, that was not hard to see, but the matter of which remained a mystery...until now. When Adam did turn and look his way, there was a placid expression upon his face, one of calm composure, unjudging, saving for the slight furrow of the brow in concern for the man beside him. When Adam had finished, lips parted. "Not a word, Adam. You have my word." Aman-ud-Din assured him. "Much responsibility you bear, Adam, for you are now Duke. The people look to you, not your father for guidance. There is a story in the Bible of Moses, the man who led his people to the Promise Land. He was raised by the Pharaoh and his wife, but Moses still shaped his own destiny. He was not judged by the acts of his father unless he acted so. You are your father's son...not your father. People judge by actions committed by you, now whether they run parallel to those of your father is up to you. People are not so quick to judge as you may think. As the people. Let them tell you how they deem your worth, and from there, look to improvment to keep their best interest at heart. Treason to the people is far worse, and such is committed if these men, who I assume areguilty, are allowed to filter back into society. Does this help?" He inquired, hoping that some bit of help was there for Adam's usage.
WhisperedSpirits: While one might think that she would need attention more often then not, it was not so. Anulia was finding that wondering around a lone suited her, for she had someone with her always. God. Anulia spoke to him every other moment since being introduced to him and he never seemed to mind or tell her to stop. She felt comfortable, taking Aman-ud-Din's words to heart when he said God would love her no matter what if she loved him in return. She could speak to her own tongue, knowing he would understand her. It put her at ease, knowing he was there with her always, instead of making her feel uncomfortable to feel another's presence all the time. Anulia enjoyed being with others, but alone as well in a odd complex of the mind. With peach colored material bunched up on her arms, she leaned over a bush and delicately touched a flower that was as red as the sky when the colors began to make that pattern as the sun rose and set. Leaning closer, she pressed her nose above it and inhaled, taking in the scent, but not knowing the name to go with it. The sound of her name startled her, making her nearly fall into the bush of thorns and exotic flowers. "Ack" she called out before she gained her balance and gave a sheepish look before scooting side ways from the bush of both beauty and danger. "Anulia good. Bess good?"
Ignia Ferroque: Sea green eyes were gazing at the ground, occasioanlly the bootoe would push a broekn twig, but his ears captured all Amand said. Bess was right, he was a good advisor and an intelligent man, despite his odd features and clothes. A strong hand went to the man's shoulder. "Aye it does... and I may speak to yu time and again... yu are an inspiration and I may require it from time to time... especially in matters of the Duke and his internal strife..." he smiles... let's rejoin the others..." A hand to Amand's back... "and thank yu Lord Advisor..." ::::
Set In Her Way: -No one could be judged by their faces, races, lineage, or customs. The Griffin Court was comprised of the odd but it made them colorful, diligent. Beathag gasped softly, "Och, I'm sorry Anulia," the smile softened to low lights of granduer from one friend to a next, " Aye, Bess is fine. How are ye taeday, Anulia?" The glory of the flower had tiny points of sharp defense, a hand offered to Anulia to lead her away even more. " These are roses, Anulia, they are pretty but sharp be the thorns," she pointed to the bushes to show the tiny, hooked, brown barb that the Gods had placed there to ward off certain people. " Do you like the garden?" Her husband would find her beside Anulia, looking at the flower (d)
Tempus Matutinus: Aman-ud-Din acquired his knowledge through what he studied, what he read, what he believed, and what he had been through. It was not all gifted to him suddenly. His age had given him experience in the world, and increasingly so since his trip to Europe. Aman-ud-Din chuckled softly and smiled a bit, glad that he could help the man in any way he could. While touch was not something that Aman-ud-Din was use to with those of High Court, but this was Europe, and very different from Pern. "I am glad to be of assistance. If you have need of me, you have but to ask. I will offer what words I can." Nodding to Adam, he followed the Duke back to the Dutchess and...Anulia! When had she gotten here and how long had she been in the gardens? It did not matter, she was here. "Masah al khair Bess and Anulia." He said with a smile and bowed to them.
WhisperedSpirits: Anulia knew she was skittish compared to most and it could not be helped. One day, she might grow comfortable around others as she was with Aman-ud-Din and Tahirah, but for now, it was a slow process. Thankfully, those like Bess had reached out to her or held patience with her when she did not understand. "Anulia no hurt. Anulia good." she repeated, wondering if she was saying it wrong. When a slender and long fingered hand reached out for Anulia, she shyly reached her smaller one up, taking a chance and trusting Bess as she placed hers within the woman's, making the material of her wrappings shift from over her wrist and show the scars that would never go away from shackles removed not that long ago. A flash was given of the bird brand that lay upon her inner right wrist before soft and warm hands of different size and color met each other and Anulia moved closer while Bess explained the plant they were looking to. "Ro-ss." she repeated and looked to the item. With her free hand, she pointed to the petals. "Ro-ss" and then to the sharp ends. "Thorn." making sure she understood the difference. At the question of liking the garden, Anulia's bright smile was more then a simple answer and show what her words missed. "Anulia loves gardens. No jungle, but helps with ache in chest." she found herself admitting. At the sound of that all too fimilar baritone, Anulia turned her head sending spiraled curls about her body in a moment to sway along with the veil like material she had attached in some way to the bun, before her smile grew even wider and still learning such manners, she removed her hand from Bess to move towards Aman-ud-Din and gave him a gentle hug, pulling his taller form against her curved and smaller one for a moment, before letting him go and reaching for his hand to hold it now that he was present.
Ignia Ferroque: Having thanked Amand on the way back, he saw them all brightly dressed. <They are pretty but sharp be the thorns>, he had heard as he walked up to the women... "Aye, they are... and so baee mae beloved Bess... that wot ah luv about her..." Looking to the other girl... "And who mae this lassie bae?" he saw the brand, but did not let on...Adam was alwasy quick to notice the not so obvious... it was the obvious he had trouble with... "Ah not met such a prettier girl.." he winks at her and Bess.::::
Set In Her Way: " Tha' it does. It helps me, too. Ah miss the fields and such from my own home," Beathag pointed out the bushes to Anulia where beyond them grasses waved, " There be many gardens in the city, this be only one o' many." For the benefit of Anulia she softened her brogue as much as possible so the thickness of vowels, consants, and undercarriage of letters lessened. What was left was able to be comprehended, but alluded to the music in her everyday voicce. When she ran to Aman-un-Din, she knew her husband was not far behind, eaccepting him into her arms with a laugh, " Tha' be Anulia, m'heart. A fine lass."There was whisper for only his ears, " She escaped from a slave ship, heaven knows how far they went tae take her from home.." (d)
Tempus Matutinus: Gardens were a thing of beauty, and it was that beauty that captivated him, and earlier, lulled him to sleep, making up for that which was lost during the storm in the late evening and early morning hours. He could still fear the feel the* weariness in his body, but he pushed it aside for now. When the two finally approached the women once more, brown eyes turned to Anulia as she came darting over and as it was becoming more and more habit, wrapping her arms around his waist in an embrace. Aman-ud-Din chuckled softly and returned the hug to the petite woman. As she stepped away fromhim, her hand took his, and long fingers curled around hers. "My guess would be many miles. Where the forests are plentiful and the food is exotic." He replied in the ponderment of just where Anulia was from.
Ignia Ferroque: Nodding to Bess' whisper, he hugs her. Interrupted a man from the Castle arrived, who provided apologies and handed Adam a missive. Nodding the man moved away from the groupand waited the Duke. Adam smiled at them all... "Enjoy the garden and mae wife's company... Ah have been called to other matters that require mae attention." Kissing Bess on the cheek, he turns and departs the area.
WhisperedSpirits: Adam's words were not lost on Anulia though she leand her head forward slighlty as if getting closer to him in that manner would help her understand past the accent. She understood the word pretty, and a slight blush creeped into that dark honey hued skin, upon fleshy cheeks before she looked down and then back up and to the side at Aman-ud-Din's face while he spoke. Was that where she was from? miles away? "If Aman-ud-Din knows where Anulia is from, can he take her home?" she asked, hope filling her voice and making her skin seem to glow with something inside. There was inner conflict with it, as with most things, for she was curious of this new world, but if she could get home, that was where she belonged, where she may be missed from.
