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Post by lizzie on Feb 20, 2008 11:01:58 GMT -6
What she saw before her eyes angered the redhead far more than what Eamonn could have said tae her. Traitors be hung by their manhoods until dead, or she could think of worse. [/b]
She had spent nearly three days at the docks. Anger spilled over , time and time again. What she wouldnt give ta kill everya last one of tha' heatherns. She remembered her Da told her once tha' Dunvegan use ta hold hangings in tha' courtyard. ::smiles:: Just then she was pulled back by one of them, she lifted her arm slightly and elbowed the fool in his chest, then in an instant, she pulled him over her head and into the water. "Serves ye right ye worthless english lout!" She had forgotten to see her cousin, damn she thought. Clearing the way she got out of the docks, she found Falstaff and off they were bound to see her cousin
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Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Feb 21, 2008 14:00:49 GMT -6
The ports managed to continue on even with all that had gone on. Ships sailed in and out on a good wind as lines were tossed around the giving of commands. In the corner of a shadow lingered Beathag and a pair of armed men responsible for her safety. Caldonhan anxiously shifted underneath her weight, snorting. Her hand combed through his hair as she told him, "We watch now, m'friend. Tis nay our battle time. Patience will benefit us 'pon this narrow path. Soon it will open..and when it does, we be ready."
Kendrew talked with Rodric with an exchange of glance as they watched the woman before them. In order to pass the time, they allowed themselves to talk of many things. The subject of placing their fealty in the Aberdeens came to pass while the darkness grew longer on the dock wood. "Ne'er seen such a prowess with weapons like she has," Rodric said to his fellow, "Man or woman. What think ye on followin' such a woman? Her man be strong as well, fierce n' determined with what he wants. I stay because there is an honor in them for bein' themselves without apology. The Lady could best me n' I would nay feel ashamed in it, hard as tha' be to say." Kendrew sat relaxe in the saddle, canting his head to the side. " I dun nay approve o' women at men's tasks. Nay matter how good they be, fer if they die who will pass such things onto the children, to care for them, and teach them their skills? Yet.." He watched her. The way she held the reigns with gloved hands, head erect and alert. Queen Bodicea forsook the afterlife to come again. Thin lips drew to a smile, "Yet, in tha' a man such as Adam could take for himself such fire n' nay destroy it? In tha' sittin' there is a woman who would ne'er seek tae make herself be approved in some ways yet go beyond in others..and in tha' they both bled for those tha' did not believe what they said? I'd follow the Griffin and his hell hound anywhere."
Her hair was nearly washed to platinum glow in the night, both men catching sight of it as she turned her head to face them. Kendrew had only been an infantry man, a foot solider. He had stood his ground until the wave of English broke over his legs, chest, and shoulders. He remembered rocking in the berth of a ship, feeling heat from fever. Trapped in his delusions, he was suprised to find the woman of only garbled words take shape infront of him on the day he was at last able to come aboard deck. She had been in her war paints with arms awash in black and blue, a face with dirt ridden cheeks. He chastized her while Rodric had come on their conversation and offered his enlightened view. Round and round the pair went with Rodric shaking his makeshift cane at Kendrew until they locked arms as if they'd always been brothers. Since that day they had been something of a shadow when the Lady was out of doors, seeking to make sure that she, or any member of the court, was safe.
She laughed quietly at battle brothers as they spoke of how things where. She shook her head before offering a half grin, " There are worse things. Come, there be nothin' 'ere this night." Moving to take a posistion to her side, she lingered a little bit longer to inhale the scene of swirling salt air. To feel the dew of mist riding along the tide, just one more time, before they went to climb up through the city and return to the castle.
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