Post by Lady Aislin Creed of Eohmark on Feb 19, 2008 19:45:44 GMT -6
Eamonn of Sevenwaters- It had been a long few says, and Eamonn was very eager to get some sleep, some better food, and a chance to sit down and relax. Since they day they had to flee their home, Eamonn got no sleep, and it was starting to show on his features. Dark half-circles lined under his eyes as he walked, leading Finbar toward the nearest tavern of Skye. An invitation from Beathag and Adam had been extended to the couple, and while Eamonn would take anything at this point knowing that it would have a bed and warm fire, Aislin refused because she claimed to nor feel comfortable. So, with a sigh to himself, he nodded and set their sights upon a tavern to stay until a more permanent establishment could be made. Coming to the tavern, the horse lord stopped, and left the horses there outside, while a gloved hand took the slender hand of his wife and led her inside, opening the door for her, and helped her inside. The place was warm and inviting, something that Eamonn welcomed whole heartedly. Metal rattled and jingled as he moved, armour still being worn and becoming a burdensome weight upon his body. Moving to the counter to find the tender, Eamonn asked for a room that would house both he and his pregnant wife for the time being until a more lasting location could be established. Agreed, Eamonn thanked the man and paid him, before turning back to Aislin and helping her up the stairs and to their room, the door creaking as it was pushed back by a large gloved hand.
Aislin Creed- Aislin was slightly in awe when it came to moving trough the city. Her mind, was not captured completely about it, for she still was in the state where her mind simply was moving slower to process everything she was seeing. With one hand in Eamonn's, they moved along towards the taverns and smaller portion of the village, though nothing within the town was truly small. Too tired to truly look upon such new things, she sighed and let her head slide down a bit so eyes watched where she walked. Her dress was still soaked with the after birth, blood and other liquids from another's body, making her smell slightly potent when one came within a good distance of her. She did not care, soon she would get a bath and her clothing could be burnt. Pausing for but a brief moment as Eamonn tied the horse's straps to a long log Aislin's eyes still remained on the ground, before they were moving inside, Eamonn taking care with his wife. Ocean eyes only lifted then, looking from one patron to the other as her husband moved to get them a room for the night. Indeed the place was inviting with people smiling, toasting, dancing and singing. When Eamonn came back towards her,. just as if not in cased in more dirt and grime then she, she rose her eyes to him and gave the weakest smile she ever had. More tired then she knew, both headed for the stairs and Aislin took it slow as Eamonn helped her up. Slender fingers braced into those gloved ones, feeling something rubbing and chipping away only to see it was dried mud and blood moving from his glove due to the friction between their hands. Once up at the to stairs, Aislin paused for but a moment to breath in the air around them, letting the babe catch up in a sense before moving along. Eamonn went first, out of natural reactions and that was when it started. That dread feeling and one of sadness. It was lingering on Aislin and she had been sure that she had brushed it off and away. Once her husband was inside and took her arm, Aislin moved to the doorway and paused. ocean eyes went wide and her heart started beat wildly and her breath were getting shallow as she looked to the open ground near the bed area. She saw here..laying there, dead to the world with her skirts pushed up high and the dagger sticking from her body. Aislin tried to blink at first, but she did not go away. Aislin, who was always so calm and sure, was suddenly showing fear for the first time and took a step back against her will.
Eamonn of Sevenwaters- Seeing the sights that Skye had to offer were the farthest thing from his mind and thought. At the present time, his thoughts lingered on physical needs, the necessities that any soldier valued more than gold and coin itself. A hot meal, the very thought of it made his stomach growl and twist in anticipation. A warm bed; the feeling of covers and a comfortable pillow and mattress under the body was so much better than hard ground or wood. Rest. After being without slumber for so long, that sleep upon the ship doing nothing for him but putting him in a daze and his mind in darkness, he was starting to feel the effects. Eamonn was not getting younger, after all. Up the steps they went, Eamonn taking care with his beloved wife, watching her take a step at a time and steadying her, not wanting her to loose balance and fall, for it was not an easy task to complete when a woman was so late with child. He had no time to properly clean his armour, so that would be the next objection to be carried out. Eamonn would worry about that after silence and slumber. As soon as she was up the stairs and ready to continue, the tall man with wheat-coloured walked beside his wife, arm around her protectively until they reached their destination and the assigned door. It was opened, and turning back to Aislin, he took her arm now, and led her inside. However, they did not make it past the threshold, for it was then he felt his wife pause, causing his steps to halt and his attention turn to the healer. A thick brow arched quizzically, a light frown creasing his forehead and pulling at muscle and skin covering his face. It was then that her eyes went wide, as if something had given her a fright. Eamonn blinked, tired, but concerned as to why his beloved would not come inside. Taking a step backward, she pulled farther away from him and the room they would be sharing, and that bothered him. Taking a shallow breath, his sides still aching from the abuse suffered, Eamonn moved back toward the woman of russet hair. "Aislin.. " whispered, a brow risen in suspicion, that of which was unknown. As he got closer, he saw the look of fear in her eyes, and his frown deepened. "Aislin. What ails you? What is it?" Eamonn implored, great concern clearly evident on his features
Aislin Creed- It was a slow awakening, like water dropping from a tree's leave at first. her eyes remained on that one spot and her breaths started to change fromt he calm and barely heard rhythm to the now soft gasp that were coming in and out from her nose, making the nostrils flare. What she saw, could not be, but her eyes never lied to her before and she found herself a victim to their visions for the first time in her life. Her husband's deep tone was heard, but she could not understand or make sense of what he was asking her at first. Lost to the terror within, a new found feeling grew from a seed implanted much earlier, only now to start spreading it's vines in her and making her body react to it all. The fine shake in her limbs could be felt now, making her body jumble about, but only noted if she were touched. Eyes wide, showing those beautiful colors of hers closed tightly for a moment before opening again. The vision, finally gone from where it had been, leaving no blood behind, no dead corpse that had been defiled, just the wooden floor, but the damage was done. Eyes shifted to Eamonn and she moved a step back, shaking her head softly. "Ah can nay...ah can nay.. " farther and farther from the room to stepped until she was just beyond the door frame, nails digging into her own palms while tears began to build in those alluring eyes. The blue intensified and stuck out as red creeped into the whites and the salty water of her body spilled over, as if not cherished in the least bit. "Ah see her.. " she whispered to her husband, fighting herself to not run from him. " Ah see her there...on the floor...ghost be with me..she be real there in my mind. She be haunting me... " her voice, always so calm and firm, was no more. Now in it's place was something else, a weak tone of structure that showed the crumbling of a wall. the babe kicked at it's mother, feeling the heat spread through her body as the nervousness and the anxiousness moved about in her, along with guilt and fear. " She be mad with me..cause ah did nay a thing.. " she rambled on..looking beyond the handsome build and profile of her husband to the room's floor. As if she thought someone would jump out at her and grab a hold to pull her into some dark hell.
Eamonn of Sevenwaters- Upon receiving no response, his lasated body tensed. Something was terribly wrong, and he had not the eyes of Aislin to know that it was her mind's recollection of the terrible day in Ruffian's that had her trembling and recoiling in fear. Had he known that to start, he would have had some sort of clue or idea of just what had been going through her mind. Hazel eyes watched as those of his wife's turned fearful, apprehension behind the cerulean iris. He stepped closer to his wife, his glove covered hand touching her shoulder, and then it was that he felt the fine vibrations that grasped her. What was wrong with her? A quick glance was taken over the armoured shoulder, hazel eyes darting this way and that to do another sweep in the dimly lit room, before they came round again to settle on Aislin. Again she moved away, and because fingers had not curled around that slender shoulder, she pulled away from his touch. At first, words did not make sense to him, and his head canted to the side, lips pressing together tightly to for a thin line between the hairs of his upper lip and chin. Her. Who was this phantom girl she spoke of? Soon he would get his answer, and his frown deepened. Ruffian's. The girl that lay on the floor in a bloody mess due to the rape and murder done to her was swimming in the mind of the slender, but pregnant, woman before him. "Aislin please... " He cooed out in that baritone voice, far deeper due to the lowered volume. It was as if he was speaking to a frightened horse. One booted foot was lifted and stepped forward, and with it the other followed, bringing him closer to his wife and stepping out of their room. Eamonn grasped her shoulders in his hands. "Aislin. Look at me." He demanded, his eyes locked upon her own. "There was nothing you could have done. You had a child to think about, the man had a knife to your belly. You would have suffered the same had you tried to save her. Aislin. There was NOTHING you could do." Eamonn reinstated firmly.
Aislin Creed- There had been a time when his cooing to her had made her mad and unresponsive, but not now. Now, she needed it more then ever, for like a wild horse, she was ready to run. As fast as her long limbs could carry her, despite her womb carrying a child, she was confident that she could get down stairs quickly if she truly tried. Eamonn's larger frame could only be looked around for so long and when he got closer, that dull, blood coated armor, blocked way from everything else save for it. His movements being slow helped ease her and she fought to not step back from him. Her mind did not fear him, but the sense and presences that was about them both. When he said to look at her, she hesitated for a moment before eyes roamed up the crest of his homeland, to the area where his armor exposed the tunic underneath, past his full beard and to his hazel eyes. Staring, she listened and tried to make sense of what he was saying. Logic was no stranger to the healer, in fact it was what she used often, but when the mind was playing tricks, even the strongest person could loose such logical thinking. Aislin knew damn well she could do nothing, but a angry spirit did not look at those small details. It only knew that it was wronged. "Ah know husband...ah can nay do anything..but ah still be seeing her.. "both slender hands rose up to en longed fingers could press the tips of themselves against her cheeks and wipe away the water that had leaked from her body. "Please..ah changed me mind..ah can nay stay in a tavern. Let us go to the castle."
Eamonn of Sevenwaters- Never before had he seen his wife so petrified. She was always so strong, confident, and despite her own emotional conquests, she made time to comfort him and be the savior when he was found drowning in his own thoughts and sorrows. Now, it was a different matter. She needed him to be strong emotionally, and typically his way of handling it was not disregard it. To cast it aside or push it down farther and out of mind and sight. However, that same logic and ideology could not be applied here. Eamonn, honestly, had no idea what to do right now. The man rarely had to deal with things like this, save with horses or soldiers, but even they showed little and responded well. Women, well, they were different. They were just as a foal could be in times of horror, ready to bolt and run at a given second, damning all logic and thought in order to seek safety. Eamonn did not want his wife to flee, for she might run and trip before he could grab her, and that would send her rolling down the steps and risking fatal injury to her and the child. Eamonn did not want to risk that. So, with large hands upon her shoulders, the window to which he was to react upon would he larger. Softly he sighed. All of this could have been avoided had she simply agreed to reside in the castle at the start. Now, they would have to walk and journey all the way back, and his body was grumbling at that. However, Eamonn swiftly silenced it and nodded. "All right. Come on." He whispered, taking her arm and his other hand around her waist. Back to the stairs they went, and after descending the incline, the horse lord made a stop at the bar to revoke his reservation, and money was refunded. With that taking care of, he walked with her, there a bit of a limp in his step and growing more noticeable the longer he went without rest. Turning to the horses, he removed a blanket from one of the packs, and just as he had done before, a hammock was crafted betwixt the saddles of Echo and Finbar. With care he helped her sit down in the dip of the fabric, and grasped the reins of both steeds, leading them with slowly back toward the castle, his body slumping forward a bit due to weariness, but as it had been practiced in times of war and battle, he trudged on, ignoring it
Aislin Creed- Aislin did not truly hear the grumbling, which may have been good because at the moment she did not need to be scold on how she could not make up her mind when her mind was not fully there it seemed. looking to her husband's face, she had no idea how irritated he was with her right now. When he took her arm and moved his other around her waist she moved with him, carefully descending the stairs before moving to the counter and getting their coin back for the night they had paid for. Aislin moved out with Eamonn to the awaiting Finbar and Echo, letting Eamonn ease her down into the fabric tied between both horses like a hammock, once more. Laying back, she simply listened to the sounds around her and tried to let that ease herself. The sound of the horse's shoes on the hard dirt, people talking though not many, children laughing. Eyes danced up to see her husband limped forward on Finbar or a bit, wanting to say something but un sure what to say. Instead she fell into the silence of herself, something that was so normal to her and yet something she did not like much now a days while the child took up space within her body. The castle came soon enough, but then they had to find a stable to put the horses, for they would get taken care of first no matter what. Aislin waited while he had a groomer take care of Echo and he took care with Eamonn. Dileas stuck to Aislin's side as she stood there, waiting until they could move to the castle and have the servants show them to a room.
Eamonn of Sevenwaters- By now, Eamonn was leaning against his faithful companion, taking a bit of strength from the sturdy horse, and the beast--sensing his rider's weariness--gladly gave it. The dapple-gray stallion was quiet, large, brown eyes drifting to his blonde friend with a careful eye. He felt like collapsing, the voyage on the ship doing little to ease his body. The whole time he had been tensed, and even in his sleep faint images of the incident played in his mind, so even in that he found no slumber or peace. Finally they reached the castle grounds, but first made pilgrimage to the stable to take care of their horses. Helping his wife from the hammock, he made sure that she was steady on her feet before he turned his attention to the horse. Thinks were left with his wife as the horses were found warm stalls, and as a groomer tended to Echo, Eamonn wearily saw to Finbar. Once the horse was brushed down, he patted the strong shoulder of his companion, and in turn, Finbar lifted his large had and nuzzled his cheek with that soft muzzle. Eamonn sighed, and silently thanked the animal for his services. With that said and done, he limped out of the stables, near to the point of dragging his feet, and approached his wife. Eamonn ushered servants to help him carry their things and show them to a room. Once they arrived in their room, things were placed down, and Eamonn thanked the young men for their help. The room was.. larger than expected or anything that Eamonn had been use to. There was a fireplace in the room to keep it warm at night. An armoire stood for the clothes that he had packed for them, and already a bed made to look warm and inviting. Eamonn sighed heavily, and closed the door, latching it shut and leaning against it for a moment, taking a small break and rest. It only lasted a few seconds, for he pushed off against the cool wood and moved to their pack to start putting their things away.
Aislin Creed- Aislin remained silent along the rest of the way, watching her husband carefully as he moved them along towards the castle stables and then when he came near her and wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. Aislin did not mind being up against his dirty and blood covered armor, as long as he was there. She even tried to take some of his weight, uncaring about herself for the moment so she could help him. She could see how tired he was and he had been so strong for them both. Moving up the stairs with care, both of them took their time until they got to their room. Only then did Aislin start taking off her boots, wanting to feel the cool and warm air inside the room upon her feet. the cold stone was a welcome, because it was what she felt all the time when it came to their home that had been in inverness. Eyes turned to her husband as he leaned against the door before she moved towards him, just as he started to stand up straight. " Ah'll....help ye with yer armor... "she said softly before she reached up to to his latches and started to undo them. She knew her husband was hurting, and she wanted to help. Almost as if what happened did not happen. Inside, she was still shaking, but not being near the area seemed to make it fade away. The hours that followed, they bathed each other and enjoyed the simple pleasures of being in each others company and arms. They had survived, despite the ghost that lingered. Tomorrow, it would be time to start a new.
Aislin Creed- Aislin was slightly in awe when it came to moving trough the city. Her mind, was not captured completely about it, for she still was in the state where her mind simply was moving slower to process everything she was seeing. With one hand in Eamonn's, they moved along towards the taverns and smaller portion of the village, though nothing within the town was truly small. Too tired to truly look upon such new things, she sighed and let her head slide down a bit so eyes watched where she walked. Her dress was still soaked with the after birth, blood and other liquids from another's body, making her smell slightly potent when one came within a good distance of her. She did not care, soon she would get a bath and her clothing could be burnt. Pausing for but a brief moment as Eamonn tied the horse's straps to a long log Aislin's eyes still remained on the ground, before they were moving inside, Eamonn taking care with his wife. Ocean eyes only lifted then, looking from one patron to the other as her husband moved to get them a room for the night. Indeed the place was inviting with people smiling, toasting, dancing and singing. When Eamonn came back towards her,. just as if not in cased in more dirt and grime then she, she rose her eyes to him and gave the weakest smile she ever had. More tired then she knew, both headed for the stairs and Aislin took it slow as Eamonn helped her up. Slender fingers braced into those gloved ones, feeling something rubbing and chipping away only to see it was dried mud and blood moving from his glove due to the friction between their hands. Once up at the to stairs, Aislin paused for but a moment to breath in the air around them, letting the babe catch up in a sense before moving along. Eamonn went first, out of natural reactions and that was when it started. That dread feeling and one of sadness. It was lingering on Aislin and she had been sure that she had brushed it off and away. Once her husband was inside and took her arm, Aislin moved to the doorway and paused. ocean eyes went wide and her heart started beat wildly and her breath were getting shallow as she looked to the open ground near the bed area. She saw here..laying there, dead to the world with her skirts pushed up high and the dagger sticking from her body. Aislin tried to blink at first, but she did not go away. Aislin, who was always so calm and sure, was suddenly showing fear for the first time and took a step back against her will.
Eamonn of Sevenwaters- Seeing the sights that Skye had to offer were the farthest thing from his mind and thought. At the present time, his thoughts lingered on physical needs, the necessities that any soldier valued more than gold and coin itself. A hot meal, the very thought of it made his stomach growl and twist in anticipation. A warm bed; the feeling of covers and a comfortable pillow and mattress under the body was so much better than hard ground or wood. Rest. After being without slumber for so long, that sleep upon the ship doing nothing for him but putting him in a daze and his mind in darkness, he was starting to feel the effects. Eamonn was not getting younger, after all. Up the steps they went, Eamonn taking care with his beloved wife, watching her take a step at a time and steadying her, not wanting her to loose balance and fall, for it was not an easy task to complete when a woman was so late with child. He had no time to properly clean his armour, so that would be the next objection to be carried out. Eamonn would worry about that after silence and slumber. As soon as she was up the stairs and ready to continue, the tall man with wheat-coloured walked beside his wife, arm around her protectively until they reached their destination and the assigned door. It was opened, and turning back to Aislin, he took her arm now, and led her inside. However, they did not make it past the threshold, for it was then he felt his wife pause, causing his steps to halt and his attention turn to the healer. A thick brow arched quizzically, a light frown creasing his forehead and pulling at muscle and skin covering his face. It was then that her eyes went wide, as if something had given her a fright. Eamonn blinked, tired, but concerned as to why his beloved would not come inside. Taking a step backward, she pulled farther away from him and the room they would be sharing, and that bothered him. Taking a shallow breath, his sides still aching from the abuse suffered, Eamonn moved back toward the woman of russet hair. "Aislin.. " whispered, a brow risen in suspicion, that of which was unknown. As he got closer, he saw the look of fear in her eyes, and his frown deepened. "Aislin. What ails you? What is it?" Eamonn implored, great concern clearly evident on his features
Aislin Creed- It was a slow awakening, like water dropping from a tree's leave at first. her eyes remained on that one spot and her breaths started to change fromt he calm and barely heard rhythm to the now soft gasp that were coming in and out from her nose, making the nostrils flare. What she saw, could not be, but her eyes never lied to her before and she found herself a victim to their visions for the first time in her life. Her husband's deep tone was heard, but she could not understand or make sense of what he was asking her at first. Lost to the terror within, a new found feeling grew from a seed implanted much earlier, only now to start spreading it's vines in her and making her body react to it all. The fine shake in her limbs could be felt now, making her body jumble about, but only noted if she were touched. Eyes wide, showing those beautiful colors of hers closed tightly for a moment before opening again. The vision, finally gone from where it had been, leaving no blood behind, no dead corpse that had been defiled, just the wooden floor, but the damage was done. Eyes shifted to Eamonn and she moved a step back, shaking her head softly. "Ah can nay...ah can nay.. " farther and farther from the room to stepped until she was just beyond the door frame, nails digging into her own palms while tears began to build in those alluring eyes. The blue intensified and stuck out as red creeped into the whites and the salty water of her body spilled over, as if not cherished in the least bit. "Ah see her.. " she whispered to her husband, fighting herself to not run from him. " Ah see her there...on the floor...ghost be with me..she be real there in my mind. She be haunting me... " her voice, always so calm and firm, was no more. Now in it's place was something else, a weak tone of structure that showed the crumbling of a wall. the babe kicked at it's mother, feeling the heat spread through her body as the nervousness and the anxiousness moved about in her, along with guilt and fear. " She be mad with me..cause ah did nay a thing.. " she rambled on..looking beyond the handsome build and profile of her husband to the room's floor. As if she thought someone would jump out at her and grab a hold to pull her into some dark hell.
Eamonn of Sevenwaters- Upon receiving no response, his lasated body tensed. Something was terribly wrong, and he had not the eyes of Aislin to know that it was her mind's recollection of the terrible day in Ruffian's that had her trembling and recoiling in fear. Had he known that to start, he would have had some sort of clue or idea of just what had been going through her mind. Hazel eyes watched as those of his wife's turned fearful, apprehension behind the cerulean iris. He stepped closer to his wife, his glove covered hand touching her shoulder, and then it was that he felt the fine vibrations that grasped her. What was wrong with her? A quick glance was taken over the armoured shoulder, hazel eyes darting this way and that to do another sweep in the dimly lit room, before they came round again to settle on Aislin. Again she moved away, and because fingers had not curled around that slender shoulder, she pulled away from his touch. At first, words did not make sense to him, and his head canted to the side, lips pressing together tightly to for a thin line between the hairs of his upper lip and chin. Her. Who was this phantom girl she spoke of? Soon he would get his answer, and his frown deepened. Ruffian's. The girl that lay on the floor in a bloody mess due to the rape and murder done to her was swimming in the mind of the slender, but pregnant, woman before him. "Aislin please... " He cooed out in that baritone voice, far deeper due to the lowered volume. It was as if he was speaking to a frightened horse. One booted foot was lifted and stepped forward, and with it the other followed, bringing him closer to his wife and stepping out of their room. Eamonn grasped her shoulders in his hands. "Aislin. Look at me." He demanded, his eyes locked upon her own. "There was nothing you could have done. You had a child to think about, the man had a knife to your belly. You would have suffered the same had you tried to save her. Aislin. There was NOTHING you could do." Eamonn reinstated firmly.
Aislin Creed- There had been a time when his cooing to her had made her mad and unresponsive, but not now. Now, she needed it more then ever, for like a wild horse, she was ready to run. As fast as her long limbs could carry her, despite her womb carrying a child, she was confident that she could get down stairs quickly if she truly tried. Eamonn's larger frame could only be looked around for so long and when he got closer, that dull, blood coated armor, blocked way from everything else save for it. His movements being slow helped ease her and she fought to not step back from him. Her mind did not fear him, but the sense and presences that was about them both. When he said to look at her, she hesitated for a moment before eyes roamed up the crest of his homeland, to the area where his armor exposed the tunic underneath, past his full beard and to his hazel eyes. Staring, she listened and tried to make sense of what he was saying. Logic was no stranger to the healer, in fact it was what she used often, but when the mind was playing tricks, even the strongest person could loose such logical thinking. Aislin knew damn well she could do nothing, but a angry spirit did not look at those small details. It only knew that it was wronged. "Ah know husband...ah can nay do anything..but ah still be seeing her.. "both slender hands rose up to en longed fingers could press the tips of themselves against her cheeks and wipe away the water that had leaked from her body. "Please..ah changed me mind..ah can nay stay in a tavern. Let us go to the castle."
Eamonn of Sevenwaters- Never before had he seen his wife so petrified. She was always so strong, confident, and despite her own emotional conquests, she made time to comfort him and be the savior when he was found drowning in his own thoughts and sorrows. Now, it was a different matter. She needed him to be strong emotionally, and typically his way of handling it was not disregard it. To cast it aside or push it down farther and out of mind and sight. However, that same logic and ideology could not be applied here. Eamonn, honestly, had no idea what to do right now. The man rarely had to deal with things like this, save with horses or soldiers, but even they showed little and responded well. Women, well, they were different. They were just as a foal could be in times of horror, ready to bolt and run at a given second, damning all logic and thought in order to seek safety. Eamonn did not want his wife to flee, for she might run and trip before he could grab her, and that would send her rolling down the steps and risking fatal injury to her and the child. Eamonn did not want to risk that. So, with large hands upon her shoulders, the window to which he was to react upon would he larger. Softly he sighed. All of this could have been avoided had she simply agreed to reside in the castle at the start. Now, they would have to walk and journey all the way back, and his body was grumbling at that. However, Eamonn swiftly silenced it and nodded. "All right. Come on." He whispered, taking her arm and his other hand around her waist. Back to the stairs they went, and after descending the incline, the horse lord made a stop at the bar to revoke his reservation, and money was refunded. With that taking care of, he walked with her, there a bit of a limp in his step and growing more noticeable the longer he went without rest. Turning to the horses, he removed a blanket from one of the packs, and just as he had done before, a hammock was crafted betwixt the saddles of Echo and Finbar. With care he helped her sit down in the dip of the fabric, and grasped the reins of both steeds, leading them with slowly back toward the castle, his body slumping forward a bit due to weariness, but as it had been practiced in times of war and battle, he trudged on, ignoring it
Aislin Creed- Aislin did not truly hear the grumbling, which may have been good because at the moment she did not need to be scold on how she could not make up her mind when her mind was not fully there it seemed. looking to her husband's face, she had no idea how irritated he was with her right now. When he took her arm and moved his other around her waist she moved with him, carefully descending the stairs before moving to the counter and getting their coin back for the night they had paid for. Aislin moved out with Eamonn to the awaiting Finbar and Echo, letting Eamonn ease her down into the fabric tied between both horses like a hammock, once more. Laying back, she simply listened to the sounds around her and tried to let that ease herself. The sound of the horse's shoes on the hard dirt, people talking though not many, children laughing. Eyes danced up to see her husband limped forward on Finbar or a bit, wanting to say something but un sure what to say. Instead she fell into the silence of herself, something that was so normal to her and yet something she did not like much now a days while the child took up space within her body. The castle came soon enough, but then they had to find a stable to put the horses, for they would get taken care of first no matter what. Aislin waited while he had a groomer take care of Echo and he took care with Eamonn. Dileas stuck to Aislin's side as she stood there, waiting until they could move to the castle and have the servants show them to a room.
Eamonn of Sevenwaters- By now, Eamonn was leaning against his faithful companion, taking a bit of strength from the sturdy horse, and the beast--sensing his rider's weariness--gladly gave it. The dapple-gray stallion was quiet, large, brown eyes drifting to his blonde friend with a careful eye. He felt like collapsing, the voyage on the ship doing little to ease his body. The whole time he had been tensed, and even in his sleep faint images of the incident played in his mind, so even in that he found no slumber or peace. Finally they reached the castle grounds, but first made pilgrimage to the stable to take care of their horses. Helping his wife from the hammock, he made sure that she was steady on her feet before he turned his attention to the horse. Thinks were left with his wife as the horses were found warm stalls, and as a groomer tended to Echo, Eamonn wearily saw to Finbar. Once the horse was brushed down, he patted the strong shoulder of his companion, and in turn, Finbar lifted his large had and nuzzled his cheek with that soft muzzle. Eamonn sighed, and silently thanked the animal for his services. With that said and done, he limped out of the stables, near to the point of dragging his feet, and approached his wife. Eamonn ushered servants to help him carry their things and show them to a room. Once they arrived in their room, things were placed down, and Eamonn thanked the young men for their help. The room was.. larger than expected or anything that Eamonn had been use to. There was a fireplace in the room to keep it warm at night. An armoire stood for the clothes that he had packed for them, and already a bed made to look warm and inviting. Eamonn sighed heavily, and closed the door, latching it shut and leaning against it for a moment, taking a small break and rest. It only lasted a few seconds, for he pushed off against the cool wood and moved to their pack to start putting their things away.
Aislin Creed- Aislin remained silent along the rest of the way, watching her husband carefully as he moved them along towards the castle stables and then when he came near her and wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. Aislin did not mind being up against his dirty and blood covered armor, as long as he was there. She even tried to take some of his weight, uncaring about herself for the moment so she could help him. She could see how tired he was and he had been so strong for them both. Moving up the stairs with care, both of them took their time until they got to their room. Only then did Aislin start taking off her boots, wanting to feel the cool and warm air inside the room upon her feet. the cold stone was a welcome, because it was what she felt all the time when it came to their home that had been in inverness. Eyes turned to her husband as he leaned against the door before she moved towards him, just as he started to stand up straight. " Ah'll....help ye with yer armor... "she said softly before she reached up to to his latches and started to undo them. She knew her husband was hurting, and she wanted to help. Almost as if what happened did not happen. Inside, she was still shaking, but not being near the area seemed to make it fade away. The hours that followed, they bathed each other and enjoyed the simple pleasures of being in each others company and arms. They had survived, despite the ghost that lingered. Tomorrow, it would be time to start a new.
