LADY AISLIN CREED OF EOHMARK
[/b]" blunt enough? It should be for her husband was no idiot and even he could not turn a blind eye to that. He was being stubborn and Aislin adored it in him because it was a part of him, but with the mood in the air, tonight she wanted her husband inside of her, moving within her and if she did not get it, she was unsure how she would be. She had never felt so...needy before. the babe was doing strange things to her and she could not get the feeling of his muscle from her hand.[/color][/ul]
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LORD MARSHAL EAMONN OF EOHMARK[/b]" He exclaimed in shock of his wife's boldness. Brows furrowed deeply, but not in anger. Surprise. Eamonn made love to his wife before and he had worse wounds than sore arms. He cleared his throat. "
Leave that sort of conversation for our HOME please or at least in privacy!" Trust Aislin to embarrass him. It would not have been so bad if Eirian was not here. Lips pressed themselves together tightly as he adjusted the heavy crib in his arms. Upper arms hardened with stiff and steeled muscles. When they finally did reach the docks again, he sighed and let his wife lead the way, following behind her with the crib full of presents for the two of them. His cheeks were still red with shock and horror at the bluntness of Aislin about their private matters[/color][/ul]
LADY AISLIN CREED OF EOHMARK[/b]" As if she had no idea what she just said. Aislin had tried to tell him in secret, but it had not worked so well. "
If ah waited until we were home..it would be too late...best to tell ye now what ah expect." Aislin said before they moved closer, seeing Eirian head to find her husband. Aislin had spent a good aprt of the morn with Bess and knew the woman was stressed. She only hoped her help would ease some of it. "
Eve Bess...do ye need any help? Eirian said we should come and see ye for a bit..ah agreed." It was no secret that Aislin was starting to love her time with Bess. Each moment told they were more alike then ever with few differences that made them different people.[/color][/ul]
BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" Her night would end when dawn came. But be praised! Aislin's voice cut through the din throbbing at her head. Truth be told, the woman had not slept since late yestereve, and the hours began to blend together. -
Aislin, Eamonn, ...alway welcome faces...ah, ,I see Sir Kushrenada and all gifted ye proper! I be glad." The voice was deeper, a little slower. Tired she was, but glad to see them [/color][/ul]
LORD MARSHAL EAMONN OF EOHMARK[/b]" He greeted, dipping his chin reverently. He could stand and hole the crib all night, that would surely be the end of his arms. So, stepping inside with his wife, Eamonn sat the filled crib down on the floor beside him, and sighed softly, his arms glad of the break he was giving them.[/color][/ul]
LADY AISLIN CREED OF EOHMARK[/b]" Aislin might be blunt and did not hold back, but she knew pointing out that her friend was tired was pointless. She only hoped her and Eamonn could bring some peace for a moment. "
Aye...so unexpected..and wonderful. Have ye seen what Zahak did yet?"[/color][/ul]
BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" And it showed. She rubbed at her arm and back after slipping the dirk into her boot again. Look at Eamonn with that crib on his shoulder, and the late hour? "
When ye both head for home, ye are takin the wagon and Caldonhan hitched to it, ye'll need it anyhow. Aye, I've seen Zahak's work when it was just finished, and I looked up it fer a good spell in Orkney. Tha' inne we had was a beauty it was, and the bed he'd made fer the pair o' them. That man would carve for Gods, I swear." She led them over towards the office door, the stiffness in her hip bringing a bit of a half time step to her usual gait.[/color][/ul]
LORD MARSHAL EAMONN OF EOHMARK[/b]" If it was for Aislin that was one thing, but just for the crib, he would continue to be the stubborn man he was and carry the crib home. Honestly, he could handle it. "
We do not need a wagon tonight, Bess, thank you though." Eamonn said with a thick brow arched.[/color][/ul]
LADY AISLIN CREED OF EOHMARK[/b]" Eyes shifted to Eamonn as Aislin moved closer to the fire place. Ocean eyes found his hazel and she stared before raising her left brow at him. She would not say anything, but she would pretend to be overly tired later on before they left, hoping he would ask for the wagon due to her being too tired to walk. She knew how to work around her husband. Then, he would not need to carry the crib. Her tall form rested in the chair she had sat in earlier as she looked to Bess.[/color][/ul]
BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" But they would need it, the woman had seen to that. She had been thrilled to find all the gifts commissioned for her kin had come in at the right time. When all were within, she locked the door despite the railing and complaining from beyond. By the light of the fire, she seemed a rock in the sea worn down by the element of water. All the same, she went where aislin sat. On the table was ornate box that was shut, and smaller ones besides. "
It bein' Yule n' all, wanted tae give ye both a present or two." [/color][/ul]
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LADY AISLIN CREED OF EOHMARK[/b]" Eyes shifted to her husband as he moved to stand by her before she looked back to Bess. "
Ah hope ye did nay go too much out of yer way for this Bess."[/color][/ul]
BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" It was a flat box, wrapped simply enough.[/color][/ul]
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BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" Beneath the dress would a set of books on topics of medicine, the finest discussions of the day to be had in places preserving the old works. Others were of culture. "
And ye mind will ne'er slow so, might as well occupy it for a wee while.`` And there was something more in it, a pin..the sort one pins on shawls. Silver, the clasp shaped as two joined hands. [/color][/ul]
LORD MARSHAL EAMONN OF EOHMARK[/b]" Perhaps he would be able to see such a fine garment on his wife. Lips pressed together as he remembered the news from Agravaine, and his eyes drifted to the ground for a moment. There was a chance that if things went ill he would not return and see his wife or his child. Pushing that aside, he blinked, and turned back to Aislin and her gifts.[/color][/ul]
LADY AISLIN CREED OF EOHMARK[/b]" Aislin was not sure her next words would do such a gift justice. Aislin simply loved to learn. It was a trait she had gotten from her father. Always full of questions, always wanting to know about strangers and different places. Still..more! Aislin paused as she moved the books and found the pin underneath. Two hands clasped together. Something about it..seemed oddly familiar, but Aislin could not place it. She looked to Bess, hearing her husband speak on the beauty of the gifts. She agreed fully.[/color][/ul]
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BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" Ther were two such tunics, and a fine black cloak. It was a shade often reserved for prestige, but in her mind, he was a prestigious man. There were a pair of silver cuff bracelets to wear atop the sleeves or alone, the knotwork forming what else but horse heads. A pipe there was for home or the road, and a heavy satchel of good tobacco. "
And the road's goin' tae be long, sae ye can smoke the pipe on the way and back again with enough tae spare.." Then beneath that was a sheath, and in that sheath was a fine dirk. The handle of it was ornate, swirling bits of whimsical knots in the elements of land and sea. Sort of a kin standard.[/color][/ul]
LORD MARSHAL EAMONN OF EOHMARK[/b]" And his gaze turned to his wife for a moment, before back to Bess. Now he prayed even more that would live to see the gifts everyone had given him used[/color][/ul]
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BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" But what had they gave, unknown, to the Highlander? She leaned back into her chair, eyes began to blink as her voice seemed to shift, "
I wanted tae tell ye, 'bout the brooch and the dirk there. They.." she tilted her head to the side, shutting her eyes for a moment. swallowing down a bit of emotion, but failing miserably. It was not the lateness of the night, nor the talk of other things, but what was before her now. "
are vera, special ye see. I dun 'ave much. In fact until Aodhan..really had no more than the clothes on m'back to call m'own. M'ancestral house, m'home when I left it, the things within were lost some years agae. So to own anythin. It's quite a thing, and tae keep, but a few things o' some time. agone." Tears. They slipped out of her green eyes and onto her cheeks, the emotion in her voice "
The brooch was m'sister Moyra's, m'younger sister. The dirk belong tae m'brother, Brycean, would 'ave been the same age as m'self. give or take a year..if he were here. Aislin ye, ye look just like Moyra, I swear she was talkin' tae me the moment ye opened ye mouth and said a word at all. Ah have the other brooch, mine, she had one , the one ye had now. Twas after her marriage sae where e'er she went...we were taegether. Ye..ye bring quite a bit o' humor, help, n' peace to this warhorse..." of the dirk she would speak more in a moment...but they were privy to something that few, if any saw...her talk of her family, and in literal, to call them it [/color][/ul]
LORD MARSHAL EAMONN OF EOHMARK[/b]" He whispered to her, not wanting to take something so precious and valuable from her. He was honoured, truly to be trusted with such a family keep sake, but why would she give such a priceless heirloom to him of all people? Eamonn did not understand. He thought that such a gift was to be awarded to her son, though small, he would grow tall. Someday[/color][/ul]
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BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" she had to pause again. But even as she spoke, her voice was broken "
Ye pushed Marco out o' tha' ice water..and I dun know how ye did it. I dun know how ye could do it, but ye did. I nearly lost m'heart, but he would have ne'er e'en been able to return to me if ye had not pushed him out of that water. Ye sound like Brycean..it it does me proud to know this part o' blood kin goes on tae another...brother for true..and ye forgive me" By then she turned her head a moment..shoulders shaking as she cried. It was so rare she did. "
Ye both....are...ye both..mean..sae much. For what ye did..e'en when ye don't know. I saw them again, in your faces, and do everyday. And i love ye both well..for who ye are." [/color][/ul]
LORD MARSHAL EAMONN OF EOHMARK[/b]" He said softly, husky baritone voice threatening to break on its own. Eamonn was trying so hard not to succumb to the emotions thrashing about his mind. Not knowing what words to say to the woman to offer comfort, for he was not schooled in the field of emotions, he touched her shoulder with his free hand, and pulled her close to him. Eamonn wrapped his long arm around her and embraced the blonde, offering what comfort he could, for words escaped him. The tall horselord looked over his shoulder to Aislin, silently asking what he should do, what he should say.[/color][/ul]
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BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" she drew Aislin a bit closer, taking the pin from her hands and sliding it into place. "
Suits ye it does, suits ye both." To have her tears[/color][/ul]
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LADY AISLIN CREED OF EOHMARK[/b]" she spoke softly before she had let Bess's hand go. Much like her and Eamonn's necklace, it would always be with her unless she wore no clothing, though their necklace stayed on at all times. "
Thank ye, for these words shared, will never be forgotten."[/color][/ul]
BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" The brooch was striking on her, the color of her hair and eyes was brought out by it. Eamonn's embrace had brought a brace against the faultering of a mountain, the eye of peace into a storm. The pair of them were to her as special as Agravaine, Eirian, and Zahak. As cherished as Adoah and Edme, and as beloved as Marco. The Gods had given her a family when she had none. "
I will be takin' care o' ye girl, in the times ahead, mark that." It was truth. If anything came to the North ,to Iverness..she would have Aislin behind her back and an axe primed over head.[/color][/ul]
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LADY AISLIN CREED OF EOHMARK[/b]" Aislin teased softly at Bess's words of protection though she knew it was true. She rose to stand up straight, showing her tall form at it's full height while her eyes were still on Bess. "
This was the perfect end to a night. Peace in the storm of whispers of war. Thank ye ..my sister of heart." she said softly, adding a new title when it came to Bess's name or thought.[/color][/ul]
BEATHAG ABERDEEN[/b]" she laughed softly, "
Ye know what happens when ye fight with a child in the womb? He will sleep with a wooden axe n' a stuffed horse. He will take his wooden sword tae the breakfast table." Aodhan was a small charm, and already the boy was determined, He would be a warrior of great renown, a boat captain, and an eater of cheese. He favored cheese. [/color][/ul]
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