Meeting Lord MacRae

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

Eirian: Time held no meaning except that each hour or so she was prone to glance upward at the great tower marking the passage of hours by number, or listen to the music of bells as one was fabled to mark time by the month. The market? It exceeded any preconception! A great many things were plentiful here at first glance: stationary supplies, books, and people that utilized them. Talented artisans sold their instuments, pictures, and when she found the weavers ofcloth the woman knew that out of tragedy came show of great blessings that the Lord would provide for them. For the first time in many days, Eirian was prone to smiling, and the market folk took notice of her jubiliant, lovely expressions (d)


Duncan: =- The tall Scotsman had been walking around trying to find that pretty lass from the ship the other day, but alas, she was not around the marketplace. A deep sigh escaped his lips in frustration. How would he ever find her. He didn't know her name or anything. He plopped down in a chair, leaning back feeling very frustrated indeed. Was there anyone around who could help him find the pretty lass?=- [d]


Eirian: Perhaps fortune might smile upon the seeker, for passing his chair was not the pretty lass he'd sought, but a fine Welsh woman with a knack for memory kept under her ebony hair. " Ah ha! So the church is that way, you say? A cathedral? Why, thank you, so very much." Were it not for the people who were kind enough to give direction, she might have been at a loss for placement and purpose this day! Eirian had patroned one stationer and was directed towards another on the way toward the cathedral, for one should give thanks for such blessings! (d)


Duncan:=- He nodded to the lovely lass who whished by him, he took out his pipe out, he usually did when he was frustrated. One had to try and so he would=- "Excuse me M'Lady, might I have a word with thee please?" =- Duncan was a handsome man but he was at his wits end at the moment=- [d]


Eirian: The Father worked in ways too numerous and mysterious to keep track of all at once. His summons captured her attention; for an instant she stood in place. Was it her he wished? A woman to the left was busy being embroiled inhammering a deal while another to the right was but a child, so that left her as the third and the favored. " Aye, M'Lord?" What would the pipe smoking stranger ask of her this day? Turas Lan - each minute more intriguing than the last (d)

Duncan: "My name is Sir Duncan MacRae, Chieftan of Clan MacRae. I was at the docks the day those seven ships docked in TurasLan. There was a lass aboard helping everyone, children, helping the injured, giving real comfort. She was very peptite, she looked almost like a doll. Would you know her by chance miss?" She could see in his cobalt eyes a depthless nothing, but the pretty lass had brought back a twinkle again. It had been many years since a twinkle was seen in his eyes.-= [d]


Eirian: Unbound hair, an arm full of parchment, and taking an audience with a Chieftain? Just what was the All Mighty up to and how was it such a venue came to pass? Aye, to church, indeed! " Good day, M'Lord MacRae. Upon the docks yousay when the ships came sailing in from the mainland? Well let me see, perchance, if such can be recalled..." She settled back into a curtsy, rose, and began to ponder. Aislin and Beathag were at once too tall and neither of them doll like. Serena was small, but had been resting! Many of the servants were docile..but not as he seemed to be seeking. In earnest it would leave only herself or Moira. Just two bits of fluff in the wind compared to their sturdier counterparts.."Can you recall her hair, m'lord? Some feature of her, for there are two names in mind already.." (d)


Duncan: "Let me see...she had hair down to her waist and it was a rather different shade of mahogany with reddish highlights. She had abraisons on her legs and arms which didn't seem to bother her much. She was busy with other people's problems. She said prayers for the dead and for those that survived.=- He hoped that was enough, that pained look in his face told volumes=- [d]

Eirian: The poor man was reaching out for whatever he could grasp as a tendril of figure and characteristic! Eirian canted her head, aye, she knew precisely who it was. "Aye, I remember now! Clear as a bell..though, pardon the inquiry m'lord if you but indulge it, what is it you seek of her? Please understand, she is a close friend of m'self and others, and we are all just come from a most trying ordeal.." With the way the heralds prattled on announcing the news of their coming every day and with the decision of exonerating each one 'pon the ship, one ne'er knew how hard the fall from odd acquired grace could be. One must watch for the other! (d)


Duncan: "I do understand what you are saying and I gather comfort in what you say. I wish no hardship or pain upon the lass. She caught my eye, the way she was taking care of everyone and worry not for her wounds. I would like very much to know her better, but out of propriety sake, I would follow the chain of meeting someone. Without sounding forward M'Lady, she is the kind of lass I've been looking for , for the last ten years. I'm am more than likely too old for her, but to just speak with her for a few moments. Does that caddish M'Lady? " =- Duncan waited for her to answer, he was glad the lass had friends that looked out for her=- [d]


Eirian: Eirian was flabbergasted but it never once broke a line on her calm, lovely exterior. Serenity was maintained as the mind ran wild with untamed horses cutting along narrow corners. A Lord was seeking out Moira, who was now a Lady in her own right. It owuld never do to displease the local heirarchy to which it seems the Chieftains comprised a great portion of - and yet - was he smitten only at a glance, or had he sought her out after an inquiry of available women before the court fell? What if he sought to take advantange of person or be privy to secrets? " No, My Lord, it is not caddish nor forward. Pardon the lingering of my pause," she curtsied once more ," It comes only of..inearnest, shock. We have only but arrived some days cometogether, so caution is a necessity though e'en I mistake not your kindness nor earnest." She breathed in before exhaling, " the Lady Buchanan. That is whom you speak 'pon and seek." (d)

Duncan: =- Buchanan?! Of all the clans, why Buchanan. Everything he was feeling had flown with the geese. He was down trodden now.=- "I see. I must thank you for taking the time to speak with me M'Lady. It's been most enlightening I must say. If you will excuse me , I will take my presence from you and wish you a most pleasant evening. May God Bless you and all that have journied to Turas Lan.=-

Eirian: Eirian noticed the sudden curtness with which his Lairdship spoke when moments before he had stretched out his length of words as if they were a ballad in honor of Moira's impending sainthood! All the same, she would curtsy and lower her eyes as modesty dicated of a woman of gentility. At least for the sake of the meeting, " Thank you, m'lord, and may Our Father keep you safe this night and beyond. All things go well with you henceforth." (d)


Duncan: =- Lowering his head, he stepped past her, all was lost now. He would return back to Eilean Donan. Why did she have to be a damn Buchanan?! Shaking his head, he mounted his horse, pulling up his reins, he galloped off. =-

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

Eirian gave pause as she walked through the Market's winding stalls and shops, glancing often at the place where an audience of most impromptu nature had occurred. Conflicting thoughts tangled in humerous array under the ebon laquer locks. Two segments had been gathered, and held in place by small blue ribbon while the rest was left to tumble down in glossy hue - a fitting thing to be the roof under which the thoughts quarreled. She couldn't help but smile, reclining against the wall with yet another arm full of parchment and hands holding the ink that would tame all of the rampant race within.

"You are more than always thought, Moira," she spoke to the essence of a friend who was not in her company," and so you future seems brighter now. I shall pray it so." Since their coming, often they had knelt together at Vespers and spoke on the nature of God. " My Lord MacRae, let your bent of love be honorable."

Her words seem to begin a reaction, the first of many, where in a neighboring vendor had taken notice of the woman's presence near the Lairdship and the curious things that followed there after. It was as if her nearness to some led them to others. If she stood beside the butcher to look on his meats hanging, and say, " You should look hence, beyond this place, and coming down the lane. You shall find a bride. No, you are not meant to be alone," he would shake his head at the beautiful youth until low, a woman came around the proclaimed corner. Before he could say anything, she'd pay him for his service, never thinking anything more.