Post by Lady Aislin Creed of Eohmark on May 25, 2008 0:55:21 GMT -6
Aislin of Eohmark- Late afternoon had found Eohmark making ready for the feast that happened once a week with the whole community. It had been Aislin and Cormack's idea, in order to keep those conversation and keep a closeness between everyone no matter what they did for Eohmark as a whole. Women moved about the Healing Horse Hall, setting tables, bringing in large vast of barrels filled with ale, whiskey and mead. Chickens had been prepared with the finest spices that Aislin had introduced thanks to Aman-ud-Din's influence. Roasted potatoes, mashed potatoes, corns, fresh green beans, deer cooked on a open pit along with pig. Fruits had been washed and cleaned right before placed in cool water for anyone who wished to get them still ripe. Aislin had been among those cooking for much of the day and only a bit ago had left when her husband had returned from scouting with the other men. A bath between Aislin and Eamonn had lead to actions held only between husband and wife as Sorcha slept within her crib. After so much stress, it was truly needed right now. Wet flesh caressed again each other, hands gripped shoulders, hips and any where else they could while the sweet ending of joining together came over both. Eamonn sat within the tub, legs pressed together and knees up to support his wife as she straddled his hips, pressing knees into the sides and bottom of the tub while she finished rocking, making sure to take every bit of his seed from him she could, even though they now knew that she was with child already. Such things did not matter, all that mattered was them, together like this before a event that was meant to be merry. Vibrant ocean eyes held a more richer shade of blue as she closed them and leaned her forehead against Eamonn's, slender fingers reached for his wheat colored hair and held it as the sounds of the water sloshing about slowly died. She shook and sighed in pure contentment before wide and hot lips kissed the tip of his nose, waiting for her inner muscles to stop flexing around him.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn was happier to be back in the lands of Eohmark, a simple place that did not typically fool in politics, as that was left to the people of Turas Lan. The people here was far more simple with basic needs that were reflective of his old home in Sevenwaters. The pepole were more keen to adopt such heritage, and that made him glad. In Eamonn's opinion, there were too many feasts, but it was headed by his wife and Cormack rather than the Marshal, for he had other things that needed to be tended to.The late afternoon hours gripped the lands, and people were preparing the Hall of the Healing Horse for its weekly gathering of people. His day was primarily spent marking the lands and scouting the territories, making sure that they were safe and report findings. By the time the small host of riders had returned, they were sweaty and dirt upon armour and flesh. The smell of equine would always be a scent he wore, and wore it proudly. The helm was pulled from his head to reveal messy strands of blond hair, thanks to his helm, and tucked it under his arm while hazel eyes glanced about the hall. They were making good progress. Eamonn sought out his wife, and by her coaxing, a bath was in order. As he sat in the tub, his arms rested on the outer rim, and hands gripped the rim as well to brace himself as Aislin straddled and moved on top of him until his seed met her womanly dew, despite the fact that Aislin was already with child. He loved his wife, and that was the bottom line. His eyes closed as she kissed the tip of his sharp nose, and hands fell from the sides of the tub and palms pressed into her lower back, holding her close to him as inner walls rippled and flexed around him, causing even more pleasure. With a soft sigh, he lifted his chin to capture her lips in his and kiss her deeply. Large hands slid up her slender back and to her shoulder blades, pulling her more until their chest were touching. Fingers could not resist the urge to run through her dark hair.
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin was not as much of a fiend as others though when it came to sexual acts with her husband, but there were times such as when he came home smelling of horses and dirt, that she could not resist him. One might find it odd that such a scent got to Aislin, but she had been a woman who wandered about in the forest for many years and dirt was what gave her all her best ingredients for her medicines. Tilting her head downwards, she pressed her wide lips against his firm ones and adjusted herself on him, making her moan within that kiss as he pulled her closer to lay upon his chest. Wet hands slid down his cheeks to hold his face within them, letting soft and mint smelling hands cover the rough hairs that grew there. Her heart was just now calming down as she continued that sweet and more gentle kiss with her warmonger. Pulling back, she sighed and gave a wide smile to her husband before pulling back and lifting her hips to pull herself from him. She gave a soft groan, hating to not be filled by him any more, but needing to get ready and redressed. Moving back, she cleaned herself up with a few splashes and a cloth tog et the extra bit of seed from her before her hands gripped the sides of the tub and she lifted her slender frame up, letting the water rush from her body. "Are ye ready to go have a few drinks and relax with yer men?" a soft little smile moved over her features before she stepped from the tub, dripping water along the stone floor as she went to the edge of the bed and grabbed the clothes to dry her body off.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Most woman could not stand the smell of horse and dirt mixed with sweat and a hard day's work. But Aislin was different, that was why he loved her all the more. She was unlike any other woman he knew, not to say that he knew many women to start with. Aislin's lips met his, and without hesitation, he poured his heart into it, a shiver of pleasure coursing up his spine when she shifted, even the slightest bit of movement. The smell of mint flooded his nostrils as he inhaled her scent, taking that precious breath of air. His healer. His wife who had saved his life too many time to count. When she pulled back from the kiss, his eyes slowly opened and peered up and into her cool, blue orbs. Like healing waters in the depths of her eyes. That smile...it always provoked one of his own. A light smile appeared upon his lips as his hands rubbed the back of her shoulders for a moment, before she lifted herself up and off of him. Eamonn groaned and closed his eyes. Why did it have to end so soon? Sighing loudly, he swallowed hard and opened his eyes again as Aislin lifted herself up and out of the tub. While he wanted to relax with his men, Eamonn also wanted private time with his wife. However, he was sure to get that once the evening was over. Nodding, he sat up a bit more in the tub. Though he would have to wait a bit to calm down after their activates. "I suppose, while I am in the mood." He replied, before rising from the tub as well and sending the water to rush down his body. Carefully stepping out, Eamonn grabbed a large piece of cloth to dry himself off. His wounds were faded by now, save for the infliction of the spikes, though the stitching had come out and now it was healing on it's own rather well. Once he was dry and flaccid once more, Eamonn dressed in a simple pair of brown breeches and a loose linen shirt, no need to dress up this evening. Sitting on the end of the bed, Eamonn leaned forward and pulled his boots on.
Aislin of Eohmark- The female body was a wonderful thing. Aislin's body only showed signs of excitement in skin color and upon her harden nipples. Everywhere else, one could not tell by simply looking. Eyes drifted freely over her husband's body as he dried himself off. Aislin dressed in the simplest of dresses herself, wanting to look nice for Eamonn and knowing he loved her in dresses, yet seeing no real reason to be fancy when this was a formal dinner where men would grow loud, drunk and funny from what she saw. No need to make such a noble appearance when she wanted to be like a peasant in the crowd. After both dressed, Aislin moved to the ground to kneel before her husband and helped him with his boots. It was not something she had to do, but something she wanted to even though he was not hurt much anymore. "Eamonn....there be something ah want to talk to ye about. The Duke...our brother-in-law, has come to Bess and myself to speak on the advancement of medicine here in Skye. Ah gree with the need of it and as the court's royal physician, it is my duty to help in the learning of it and the improvements that need to be made. Ah would like to begin my travels now that the war be over."
Eamonn of Eohmark- Women truly did have it easier when it came to concealing sexual excitement. They were not as noticeable as a man was. But Eamonn was not about to go out there with such a thing. He would wait, for only his wife could excite him so. The tall Marshal did not mind the roaming eyes of his wife, for his body was hers to freely look upon...not that she had not seen it all before, even before they were wedded. Her job was a physician, and sometimes such a sight was unavoidable. However, Aislin came home to him at night, and that made it all the more comforting. Hazel eyes did lift from the task at drying himself off to the form of his beautiful wife. Some women might have ample breasts or fuller figures, but to Eamonn, Aislin was perfect as she was. He loved everything about her, from the curve of her rear to the height that she possessed. Dressed, the last task was that of his boots, and as he picked one up to slip it on, Aislin was there and helped him. He didn't ask for her to, she volunteered. Arching a brow, he stepped into the next one that she held for him and helped keep his foot snug in the boot. When the topic came up of her traveling Eamonn froze, and frowned. Did they not have this talk before? Eamonn did not like ships. He hated them, and was needed here. Why, now, did she want to go gallivanting off? He frowned, and once his boot was on securely, he stood quickly. "We spoke of this before, Aislin. You KNOW my answer. After all that has happened you STILL want to go running off? Let others do the travels. You are needed here." He said stiffly, turning his back to her.
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin always thought her husband was perfect, from his ill-temper, to all the many scars he possessed. A true knight with honor even though such a title was not held and he was not charming in the sense of other women. This topic, was something they had spoken of before, but last time, things were different. Aislin did not have the title she had now and it was not her duty to better the future with medicine, only to work as she saw fit for any coin she could get. When he stood and spoke, Aislin stood as well, hearing his voice and the tone in it. "Ah have nay forgotten everything we have been through, but ah am unable to leave my life in fear and worry on such things as others do. Ah nay be naive Eamonn. Ah know what be out there and ah can defend myself. Ah...ah do nat expect ye to be going with me, for ah know ye have duties here to attend to. This is nay running off....this is doing my duty to Skye Eamonn. After bess was poisoned, that only reassured me that others can nay be trusted. Ah be the head of the infirmary..there is no other Eamonn."
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn did not want to lose his wife. And with the way the world worked, if he could not be there with her, she was left open to danger. Yes, she had a duty to Skye, but what about the duty of a mother and wife? Eamonn did not want her to go. He feared that the sea would take her from him, and he would be left alone, wondering if she was still alive or not. Arms crossed over his chest and every muscle in his body tensed. Why now? Lips were pressed together in a thin line. No. She couldn't go. Let someone else do the traveling for her and report back. His eyes closed and chin lifted proudly. Her duty to Skye? His eyes snapped open as she said that, and he whipped around, his gaze hard, a mask for the silent fears that gripped him. "AND WHAT OF YOUR DUTIES TO YOUR FAMILY?! Your duty as a wife! Your duty as a mother! Send a nurse to report back to you. I don't CARE if you can defend yourself, you said the SAME thing before, and you could have DIED in that war! You're NOT going. Your place is here."
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin tried to prepare herself when Eamonn moved away from her and kept his back facing her. She knew this would in no way make him happy, but she had to address it and put it out there. ocean eyes watched him carefully as she held her face in that detached calmness that she always held. "My duty as a wife and a mother will nay stop just because ah nay be here." her voice, always that firm calmness, not seeing any reason or need to rise it when her husband had such a booming one already for the both of them." Is it nay the same when ye go to war husband? My heart. Ye still be a husband and a father as ye go off to fight to the death with others. My place, is by yer side until the Duke and Duchess say otherwise. Ah have a real chance to advance Skye's medicine beyond anything they or us have seen before. No one can blend the cultures in the medical field like me and ye know it husband. No one is as good as ah be." It was not he envious pride that Aislin spoke of nor arrogance. It was simply truth. Aislin, excelled beyond all others she had come across and had been faced with the worst of wounds, only to bring that person back and keep them here, even heal them to being almost as they were before.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn knew Aislin's skill was beyond what those here had. But why did she have to go? Eamonn wanted to be selfish and keep her here with him. He did not want her to go off where he could not go to protect her. The idea of Aislin in some strange place did nothing to excite him. Possibility of improvement or not. It was not the same as him going off to war. The WANT to travel was not the same of NEED to travel. He had to go off to fight to keep them from following him home. When she made that comparison, he sneered and stepped away from her all the more, shaking his head and moving over to the window to stare out it angrily. "It is NOT the same, Aislin. Don't you DARE compare them. No. Your place is by my side and that of our daughter--and NO you are NOT taking Sorcha from this island. I know you have talent and a gift, Aislin, but you don't have to go. You WANT to go. There is a difference." He snapped back quickly, before storming over to the door the snatching it open. Eamonn called for the closest servant, and asked them to bring him a plate of food to his room. Still steaming, he returned, and slammed the door behind him. Sorcha jumped at the sound, and sniffled, rubbing her eyes and huffed. Eamonn sighed and moved over to their daughter's crib, and seeing her father, she smiled and reached up for damp strands of hair, wanting to play with them. "Go. Enjoy your meal. Gossip with your maidens." He said bluntly, nostrils flaring as he reached down and picked up their daughter, pulling her close to his chest as she wiggled and kicked anxiously, looking over his shoulder as little chubby hands grabbed fistfuls of blonde hair.
Aislin of Eohmark- Eamonn was not giving Aislin much of a choice and he was being his stubborn self. Taking a deep breath into her lungs, she kept her eyes to him as he spoke and sneered at her. The idea was less then appealing to him and she knew why. She was not stupid to those facts, but she was not some small little woman to shiver in the corners of her home and not live her life. Ocean eyes cut from him as he marched towards the door, opened it and spoke bluntly to the first person that passed before slamming the door and waking Sorcha. Aislin was surprised she had not become awake until now but then again, Eamonn's husky and loud voice was something the babe had gotten use to. As he moved towards the crib, Aislin remained silent. She did not need to see him to know what his expressions were as he reached for their daughter and picked her up into his arms. "Ye be right husband. Ah want to go. Ah have..but one life and ah want to better my skills. Ah had no plans to take Sorcha...ah also had no plans to take ye with me husband because ah knew ye feared the ocean and the boats that traveled among them. Ah do nay have ye fears...and this nay be yer choice, nor ye words of final will be held here. Ah wanted yer opinion Eamonn...ah wanted to know how ye felt. now ah know. Ah will think on ye words and give ye my answer in the morn. " moving towards him, she pressed a soft kiss to Sorcha's head before she headed for the door. She would do as he said, though Aislin did not gossip. She would enjoy her meal and feed their growing child within her.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn gazed down at his daughter as she fiddled with his hair. Trying to calm that spiking temper of his. Eamonn was being selfish and did not want her to leave. After what they had been through, he did not want her traveling across the seas. She would be gone for months on end...alone...without him to protect her. Eamonn was hurt by those words and her want to travel now that they had been together. But he did not say it. In other words, she already decided what she wanted to do, and would do it no matter what he said. Women. He hoped Sorcha would have a bit more sense. Eamonn shot a glare at her. He wanted to say more, but bit his tongue. The Marshal turned his eyes and head away from her as she placed a kiss upon Sorcha's head, and once she was gone from the room, he looked down at his little girl and sighed again heavily. Calling for one of Aislin's maids, he handed his daughter off to the same blonde woman that Aislin trusted most, and excused himself, giving no indication of where he was going. Right now, he needed to vent, to do something before he snapped. To the stables he went, out the back door and went to his faithful friend, Finbar. Slipping into the stall, he fastened the bridled over the stallion's long face. "She wants to travel, Finbar. To go across the sea...I know she does. I cannot go with her...how dare she defy me like this...after all that has happened...stubborn, stupid girl." He rambled on, draping the blanket over the horse's powerful back, and then the saddle. Once it was snug, Eamonn walked the horse out of the stall and swiftly mounted. "She is going to leave me again...put herself in more dangers...just to learn more about medicine..." He growled, before tearing off down the road and through the gates as they opened. The guards blinked, and glanced to each other in question, but certainly not to follow. Not yet. They knew that he would come back...once he cooled off. Finbar ran hard and fast down the side of the cliff, wind whipping his hair as muscles moved beneath that dapple-gray coat. Nostrils flared with each breath of air. Hours went by, and by late twilight, the two reached the hills of Trotternish, where there had once been a great battle. Now, it was green, and there was no sight of destruction or death. The rains and winds had washed it all away. Slowing the horse down, Eamonn and Finbar came to the end of another cliff, and stopped, staring off into the distant horizon. How could she do this to him? After all that they had been through, not even a few months after their fight. What if she gave birth away from home? He would miss his child...so many bitter, and sour thoughts passed through his mind before he lowered his head and clenched his jaw
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin did as she was told by her husband, making a appearance and trying to enjoy the party. As soon as she stepped out in that long gown of brown and white, her other two maidens came to her side. One, much older then the others, having already experienced grand children and great grandchildren, while the other was also of darker hair like Aislin. Young and vibrant, though not without knowledge. Together they filled plates and sat to eat, he older woman speaking on things she knew all too well from experience. Aislin pushed the conversation far and away from her mind, seeing no reason to harper on it as Eamonn had told her to enjoy. It was only when Trista, the blond she had grown close to over the past few months, came out with a very moody Sorcha, did she raise a brow only to be told the Lord had left. Where did he go? Aislin assumed it was to vent and would allow him his time. Should he not return by the break of morning, she would tell Cormack and have some men go look for him. Sorcha was held on her knee, now that she was able to hold her head up alone, Aislin could allow a arm to move about and feed herself and the other babe within her womb while Sorcha's blue eyes looked around in awe at the loudness of the men and the movements of the world in full motion. A few hours had passed before the doors opened to the hall and a one of the guard from the gates had moved in to Cormack and whispered into his ear. Aislin had not noticed until Cormack came to her table where she looked to him with a soft smile and spoke. "Aye my friend?"
Cormack of Eohmark- He gave a curt nod and spoke low." A man is at the gates...he seeks Lord Eamonn. Says he is from the isle of Sevenwaters with a message."
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin perked up a brow when he spoke before gripping Sorcha in both hands and rising from her seat while pulling Sorcha close." Eamonn nay be here...but come..let us go to meet this male." She waited for him to take her too him, wanting to stay near the gates just in case. The night was cool and yet held that strange warmth within it, so she saw no need to bundle up Sorcha as she moved down the steps with care and went for the gates some distance away on foot. When she got there, the male stood between a few guards, but within the gate walls. "Evening. Ah be Aislin Creed, Wife of Eamonn. Who be ye?"
Brevan of Sevenwaters- So it was here that the infamous Eamonn of Sevenwaters resided? Stepping past those gates and into the city reminded him of home. There was no doubt in his mind, now, that this was where the Lord Eamonn of Sevenwaters lived. Lord, the man had done rather well for himself to be promoted to such a high position. The man was tall, and his hair was blond. Eyes of a sky blue looked about the lands in silent wonder. A small smile came to his face as his hand gripped the bay stallion's reins. When the man, and woman, approached him, the smile lingered still and bowed his head to the both of them respectfully. Aislin Creed? So this was his wife? A fine choice, and looking her up and down quickly, he chuckled softly to himself. "I be Brevan, my Lady. Good evening. I be havin' something for the man named Eamonn. It be very important. Is he not around so I might talk with him?"
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin did her own inspection of the male befor her, seeing the hair much like Eamonn's but eyes were blue like her daughters. Interesting. When he spoke his name, Aislin found it was not strange that he had only one name. It seemed many in Sevenwaters only had one name. Sorcha sighed and gurgled aboutt he night air before waving her little hands around, smacking Aislin's shoulder and lower chin. "Brevan...no..Lord Eamonn is nay here at current. He be riding ah believe. Come...we shall show ye place for ye companion to rest as well as ye. What be yer companion's name?"Aislin inquired about his horse, knowing most men there had treated their horse like a brother in a sense, or assuming such because of Eamonn. Cormack stayed by Aislin's side, making sure to step between the two as they walked so Aislin was on the far right and Brevan was on the far left just in case." Do it be urgent? Ah could send a scout to go and find him."
Brevan of Sevenwaters- Blue eyes turned to the child in her arms. So he had a babe as well? And who would have thought the stoic Eamonn would have a family. Brevan was glad of it. If there was anyone more deserving of a family, it was Eamonn, the man who he knew only through the fact that he was a family friend, someone who helped Briannon and her mother when Eamonn was away. Upon hearing that Eamonn was away, he frowned a bit, but nodded all the same. Riding? Sounded like Eamonn, a true man of Sevenwaters. At the offer to lodge, Brevan shook his head. "Much thanks to ye, my Lady, but I be needin' to head back to the docks so noways. This lovely fellah here be Aidon. Sturdy as ever, I see it. Borrowed 'im from the stables near the docks. He's a good lad, I can tell. Urgent? Nah, my Lady. It not be too urgent where you be needin' to take him from his ride. Gods knows he be needin' it more than likely at this hour." He chuckled, before pausing, and reaching into the saddle bag, pulling out an old leather journal. Holding it in his gloved hand, he offered it to the woman, trusting that she would give it to Eamonn. "Now that be verah important. That be holdin' some valuable information. Passed down through his family, that was. His grandmother passed away, sadly, but you be nah needin' to tell him that. It was his grandfathers, who gave it to his ma, and since his ma passed away, it be going back to his grandmother's hands for safe keepin'. Well, I know you be seein' that he gets that. I must be headin' back to the docks, long day tomorrow! You have a right night now, my Lady. My Lord." And with a bow to each of them, Brevan turned and headed back out of the gates, mounting the horse called Aidon, and riding back to town and to the docks
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin did not know what to tell him, but at his words of needing to head back to the docks soon, she looked to the other male guard who was near them. "Please send a scout to find Lord Eamonn." Ocean eyes turned towards the male named Brevan before she watched him reach into the saddle. Cormack's hand slipped every so smoothly to the hilt of his sword at his side, barely noticeable just in case something that might come from that bag was not friendly. When a book was produced, he relaxed and Aislin took it with her free hand as she listened to his words. "Aye...it will be going straight to his hands from mine ah promise ye. Are ye sure ye would nay like some bread or meat to take with ye then?" when he declined the offer and moved to leave, Aislin watched after him for a moment before the gates were shut before heading back towards the Healing Hall and up the stairs. Hold Sorcha made her breathless, but when Cormack offered to take her, Aislin shook her head. "Ah be fine.. The one in my womb be what is taking my breath away." Cormack smiled and gave a nod of his head before opening the doors for her. Aislin bid everyone to stay and continue to eat as she retired for the night with Sorcha. Her long hair was brushed out by Trista, before she bid her goodnight and undressed. The book was not opened once, but shoved under her pillow as she crawled into bed where Sorcha awaited on her back, bright blue eyes looking to the ceiling in awe. Aislin snuggled her, kissing those chubby cheeks as she closed her eyes and tried to find some sleep while sharing the bed with her child.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn could not push the conversation far from his mind. He harped on it too much, for it was one that hit too close to him. So many worries, and he could not go with her not only because of his own fear, but of the duties he had here in Skye. He could not go, and what PERFECT time she had in deciding she wanted to go. Traveling while pregnant could not be safe for the mother or the child, not to mention he would miss all the things that he had with Sorcha when he was away. Her turning. Her frequent kicks. Watching her stomach grow larger. He wanted to see that so badly, but if Aislin went, she would be robbing him of that. Daft woman. Eamonn growled and sneered, shaking his head and turning Finbar around to head to the lake that was not too far from here. Eamonn dismounted gracefully, and led his stallion toward the cool clean water. Finbar bent his head down to the waters and drank at the cool liquid greedily. Eamonn crouched beside his friend, and dipping a cupped hand into the water, he drank as well. That was when the sound of a horse was heard, and not Finbar. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed that it was one of his scouts, and silently rolled his eyes. Shaking his hand of the water, he wiped it off on his thigh and rose. When the scout informed him that he needed to return for his wife had sent for him on behalf of something important, he inwardly sighed, and nodded. By the time that Eamonn finally returned, darkness had fallen across the lands, and Finbar was stabled for the night. Up the stairs he moved, taking his time as he entered through the backdoor once more. A hand gripped the handle of the door as he slipped inside, finding his wife and Sorcha laying down on the bed. Eamonn said nothing as he closed the door quietly and removed his boots.
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin and Sorcha had finally found sleep after some time. Sorcha held onto her mother's finger and sighed a few times before her eyes closed slowly, letting her drift off. A hiccup made her eyes flutter open and startled her before she closed them again and began to breath heavy. Aislin was not normally a light sleeper, but her worry on her husband not being by her side had allowed her to hear the door open and then close. Eyes fluttered open in the darkness as she waited for them to adjust and saw a figure moving about. The light from the outside stars and fires glowed into the room a bit, though only gave a soft casting of orange glow. Aislin shifted, sitting up and pushing the sheets from her nude body before she lifted Sorcha carefully, making the babe jump and open her eyes to see her mother before settling them closed again as Aislin rocked her gently and walked around to place her in the crib by Eamonn's side. One Sorcha was settled, Aislin moved to crawl back into bed, not caring that her full back side and rear were stretched and exposed to her husband's gaze before she settled into bed and under the sheets. Quietly her voice came from the darkness of their bed. "A man came here tonight from Sevenwaters...a man named Brevan. He gave me something of great importance." she reached under the pillow and pulled out the leather bound book before holding it out towards her husband. "What is it?"
Eamonn of Eohmark- Even now, Eamonn was still a bit angry at Aislin. She made her decision, that he was sure of, knowing that his wife could be just as stubborn as him. She would not be swayed by him, so why even ask him? Had she not sent the scout to find him, Eamonn would have stayed out there the whole night. How COULD she? Inwardly he scoffed and growled, not liking it one bit, and Aislin did not seem to care about it, or even about his side of it. She was with child now, and she wanted to go running off for who knew how long. Months. Years. There was no definite answer for it. As he removed his boots, his back was to her as she placed Sorcha back in the crib beside the bed. Hearing her speak, Eamonn stiffened. Brevan? The name sounded familiar. He knew that man. He was a friend of the family, who helped his mother while he was away at war. Why was he here? Turning around, the tall blonde neared the bed as she pulled out a leather bound journal of sorts. That looked familiar as well. Moving over to the dim fire, he undid the leather cord wrapped around it to keep it closed, and opened it. His eyes widen, though she could not see it for he stood with facing the fire and his back to her. His family's breeding book. It was...here. In his hands. Eamonn felt his eyes water with unshed tears as he opened it and flipped through the pages, a hand tracing over the drawings and writings generations before him...since the founding of Sevenwaters. So caught up in the moment, he nearly forgot about Aislin's question. "It...is...my family's breeding book..." Even though he had the basic knowledge for reading and writing, he could make out a few words, and the pictures he knew immediately
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin watched as Eamonn took the book from her hands and moved towards the dying fire place. A glow was still cast out and gave just enough light for him to read it. She watched him, waiting to see what it was or for him to say what was within the pages. When he spoke gently that it was his family's breeding book, Aislin looked to the covered that were over her and sighed softly. Now none of Eamonn's bloodline before him were alive. Only Sorcha..who would be his future and the new babe growing within her. "Come husband...bring it to bed with ye and light a candle. Ah will help ye read it if ye wish to now." she offered, knowing her husband had trouble reading and wanting to help him experience the book he now owned. She waited patiently for him to come or not, thankful that this might ease him from what had once troubled him earlier.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn knew of the book, for it had been told to him by his mother, for she had it for a time, and had hopes of passing it down to him. However, he was away at war, and not at home to actively see to the horses. But now, now that he had it in his hands, that meant that he was the last, safe for Sorcha and their unborn child. He closed the book, and then closed his eyes. So many things were happening as of late, so many personal things. Finally opening his eyes, the words of his wife touched his ear, and a soft frown appeared on his face. He didn't need her help to read it. She was suppose to be learning of 'medicine', why would she want to help him? That bitter thought was quickly chased away, and the leather cord was tied around it once more. "No." He said sternly, before turning and walking over to the drawers that held his clothes. The book was tucked under the rest of his clothes, to hide it and keep it safe, and closed. Pulling the shirt from over his head, he tossed it into the chair, as well as his breeches until he was nude as well. Walking over to the bed, he carefully climbed in and laid down, turning his back to her, obviously still upset by her words. As he laid on his side his arm reached down to rub Sorcha's belly lightly, and his eyes closed. Covers were pulled up to his waist.
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin's eyes flickered as something within them moved at that one word that not only stopped her from saying anything else but told her he was shutting her out. Aislin could do no more tonight but let him rest. At least...they would be sleeping in the same bed tonight and for that, she was grateful. When he settled down and turned his back to her, she knew he was upset still and moved closer, refusing to put distance between themselves after everything that had happened. Eamonn died...and came back. One arm slid around his waist and her front pressed to his back side. Closing her eyes, she tried to find sleep again, but this time it did not come until the sun was moving up and breaking through the window. Aislin had made her choice and it was one she hoped in time, Eamonn would forgive.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn was happier to be back in the lands of Eohmark, a simple place that did not typically fool in politics, as that was left to the people of Turas Lan. The people here was far more simple with basic needs that were reflective of his old home in Sevenwaters. The pepole were more keen to adopt such heritage, and that made him glad. In Eamonn's opinion, there were too many feasts, but it was headed by his wife and Cormack rather than the Marshal, for he had other things that needed to be tended to.The late afternoon hours gripped the lands, and people were preparing the Hall of the Healing Horse for its weekly gathering of people. His day was primarily spent marking the lands and scouting the territories, making sure that they were safe and report findings. By the time the small host of riders had returned, they were sweaty and dirt upon armour and flesh. The smell of equine would always be a scent he wore, and wore it proudly. The helm was pulled from his head to reveal messy strands of blond hair, thanks to his helm, and tucked it under his arm while hazel eyes glanced about the hall. They were making good progress. Eamonn sought out his wife, and by her coaxing, a bath was in order. As he sat in the tub, his arms rested on the outer rim, and hands gripped the rim as well to brace himself as Aislin straddled and moved on top of him until his seed met her womanly dew, despite the fact that Aislin was already with child. He loved his wife, and that was the bottom line. His eyes closed as she kissed the tip of his sharp nose, and hands fell from the sides of the tub and palms pressed into her lower back, holding her close to him as inner walls rippled and flexed around him, causing even more pleasure. With a soft sigh, he lifted his chin to capture her lips in his and kiss her deeply. Large hands slid up her slender back and to her shoulder blades, pulling her more until their chest were touching. Fingers could not resist the urge to run through her dark hair.
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin was not as much of a fiend as others though when it came to sexual acts with her husband, but there were times such as when he came home smelling of horses and dirt, that she could not resist him. One might find it odd that such a scent got to Aislin, but she had been a woman who wandered about in the forest for many years and dirt was what gave her all her best ingredients for her medicines. Tilting her head downwards, she pressed her wide lips against his firm ones and adjusted herself on him, making her moan within that kiss as he pulled her closer to lay upon his chest. Wet hands slid down his cheeks to hold his face within them, letting soft and mint smelling hands cover the rough hairs that grew there. Her heart was just now calming down as she continued that sweet and more gentle kiss with her warmonger. Pulling back, she sighed and gave a wide smile to her husband before pulling back and lifting her hips to pull herself from him. She gave a soft groan, hating to not be filled by him any more, but needing to get ready and redressed. Moving back, she cleaned herself up with a few splashes and a cloth tog et the extra bit of seed from her before her hands gripped the sides of the tub and she lifted her slender frame up, letting the water rush from her body. "Are ye ready to go have a few drinks and relax with yer men?" a soft little smile moved over her features before she stepped from the tub, dripping water along the stone floor as she went to the edge of the bed and grabbed the clothes to dry her body off.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Most woman could not stand the smell of horse and dirt mixed with sweat and a hard day's work. But Aislin was different, that was why he loved her all the more. She was unlike any other woman he knew, not to say that he knew many women to start with. Aislin's lips met his, and without hesitation, he poured his heart into it, a shiver of pleasure coursing up his spine when she shifted, even the slightest bit of movement. The smell of mint flooded his nostrils as he inhaled her scent, taking that precious breath of air. His healer. His wife who had saved his life too many time to count. When she pulled back from the kiss, his eyes slowly opened and peered up and into her cool, blue orbs. Like healing waters in the depths of her eyes. That smile...it always provoked one of his own. A light smile appeared upon his lips as his hands rubbed the back of her shoulders for a moment, before she lifted herself up and off of him. Eamonn groaned and closed his eyes. Why did it have to end so soon? Sighing loudly, he swallowed hard and opened his eyes again as Aislin lifted herself up and out of the tub. While he wanted to relax with his men, Eamonn also wanted private time with his wife. However, he was sure to get that once the evening was over. Nodding, he sat up a bit more in the tub. Though he would have to wait a bit to calm down after their activates. "I suppose, while I am in the mood." He replied, before rising from the tub as well and sending the water to rush down his body. Carefully stepping out, Eamonn grabbed a large piece of cloth to dry himself off. His wounds were faded by now, save for the infliction of the spikes, though the stitching had come out and now it was healing on it's own rather well. Once he was dry and flaccid once more, Eamonn dressed in a simple pair of brown breeches and a loose linen shirt, no need to dress up this evening. Sitting on the end of the bed, Eamonn leaned forward and pulled his boots on.
Aislin of Eohmark- The female body was a wonderful thing. Aislin's body only showed signs of excitement in skin color and upon her harden nipples. Everywhere else, one could not tell by simply looking. Eyes drifted freely over her husband's body as he dried himself off. Aislin dressed in the simplest of dresses herself, wanting to look nice for Eamonn and knowing he loved her in dresses, yet seeing no real reason to be fancy when this was a formal dinner where men would grow loud, drunk and funny from what she saw. No need to make such a noble appearance when she wanted to be like a peasant in the crowd. After both dressed, Aislin moved to the ground to kneel before her husband and helped him with his boots. It was not something she had to do, but something she wanted to even though he was not hurt much anymore. "Eamonn....there be something ah want to talk to ye about. The Duke...our brother-in-law, has come to Bess and myself to speak on the advancement of medicine here in Skye. Ah gree with the need of it and as the court's royal physician, it is my duty to help in the learning of it and the improvements that need to be made. Ah would like to begin my travels now that the war be over."
Eamonn of Eohmark- Women truly did have it easier when it came to concealing sexual excitement. They were not as noticeable as a man was. But Eamonn was not about to go out there with such a thing. He would wait, for only his wife could excite him so. The tall Marshal did not mind the roaming eyes of his wife, for his body was hers to freely look upon...not that she had not seen it all before, even before they were wedded. Her job was a physician, and sometimes such a sight was unavoidable. However, Aislin came home to him at night, and that made it all the more comforting. Hazel eyes did lift from the task at drying himself off to the form of his beautiful wife. Some women might have ample breasts or fuller figures, but to Eamonn, Aislin was perfect as she was. He loved everything about her, from the curve of her rear to the height that she possessed. Dressed, the last task was that of his boots, and as he picked one up to slip it on, Aislin was there and helped him. He didn't ask for her to, she volunteered. Arching a brow, he stepped into the next one that she held for him and helped keep his foot snug in the boot. When the topic came up of her traveling Eamonn froze, and frowned. Did they not have this talk before? Eamonn did not like ships. He hated them, and was needed here. Why, now, did she want to go gallivanting off? He frowned, and once his boot was on securely, he stood quickly. "We spoke of this before, Aislin. You KNOW my answer. After all that has happened you STILL want to go running off? Let others do the travels. You are needed here." He said stiffly, turning his back to her.
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin always thought her husband was perfect, from his ill-temper, to all the many scars he possessed. A true knight with honor even though such a title was not held and he was not charming in the sense of other women. This topic, was something they had spoken of before, but last time, things were different. Aislin did not have the title she had now and it was not her duty to better the future with medicine, only to work as she saw fit for any coin she could get. When he stood and spoke, Aislin stood as well, hearing his voice and the tone in it. "Ah have nay forgotten everything we have been through, but ah am unable to leave my life in fear and worry on such things as others do. Ah nay be naive Eamonn. Ah know what be out there and ah can defend myself. Ah...ah do nat expect ye to be going with me, for ah know ye have duties here to attend to. This is nay running off....this is doing my duty to Skye Eamonn. After bess was poisoned, that only reassured me that others can nay be trusted. Ah be the head of the infirmary..there is no other Eamonn."
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn did not want to lose his wife. And with the way the world worked, if he could not be there with her, she was left open to danger. Yes, she had a duty to Skye, but what about the duty of a mother and wife? Eamonn did not want her to go. He feared that the sea would take her from him, and he would be left alone, wondering if she was still alive or not. Arms crossed over his chest and every muscle in his body tensed. Why now? Lips were pressed together in a thin line. No. She couldn't go. Let someone else do the traveling for her and report back. His eyes closed and chin lifted proudly. Her duty to Skye? His eyes snapped open as she said that, and he whipped around, his gaze hard, a mask for the silent fears that gripped him. "AND WHAT OF YOUR DUTIES TO YOUR FAMILY?! Your duty as a wife! Your duty as a mother! Send a nurse to report back to you. I don't CARE if you can defend yourself, you said the SAME thing before, and you could have DIED in that war! You're NOT going. Your place is here."
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin tried to prepare herself when Eamonn moved away from her and kept his back facing her. She knew this would in no way make him happy, but she had to address it and put it out there. ocean eyes watched him carefully as she held her face in that detached calmness that she always held. "My duty as a wife and a mother will nay stop just because ah nay be here." her voice, always that firm calmness, not seeing any reason or need to rise it when her husband had such a booming one already for the both of them." Is it nay the same when ye go to war husband? My heart. Ye still be a husband and a father as ye go off to fight to the death with others. My place, is by yer side until the Duke and Duchess say otherwise. Ah have a real chance to advance Skye's medicine beyond anything they or us have seen before. No one can blend the cultures in the medical field like me and ye know it husband. No one is as good as ah be." It was not he envious pride that Aislin spoke of nor arrogance. It was simply truth. Aislin, excelled beyond all others she had come across and had been faced with the worst of wounds, only to bring that person back and keep them here, even heal them to being almost as they were before.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn knew Aislin's skill was beyond what those here had. But why did she have to go? Eamonn wanted to be selfish and keep her here with him. He did not want her to go off where he could not go to protect her. The idea of Aislin in some strange place did nothing to excite him. Possibility of improvement or not. It was not the same as him going off to war. The WANT to travel was not the same of NEED to travel. He had to go off to fight to keep them from following him home. When she made that comparison, he sneered and stepped away from her all the more, shaking his head and moving over to the window to stare out it angrily. "It is NOT the same, Aislin. Don't you DARE compare them. No. Your place is by my side and that of our daughter--and NO you are NOT taking Sorcha from this island. I know you have talent and a gift, Aislin, but you don't have to go. You WANT to go. There is a difference." He snapped back quickly, before storming over to the door the snatching it open. Eamonn called for the closest servant, and asked them to bring him a plate of food to his room. Still steaming, he returned, and slammed the door behind him. Sorcha jumped at the sound, and sniffled, rubbing her eyes and huffed. Eamonn sighed and moved over to their daughter's crib, and seeing her father, she smiled and reached up for damp strands of hair, wanting to play with them. "Go. Enjoy your meal. Gossip with your maidens." He said bluntly, nostrils flaring as he reached down and picked up their daughter, pulling her close to his chest as she wiggled and kicked anxiously, looking over his shoulder as little chubby hands grabbed fistfuls of blonde hair.
Aislin of Eohmark- Eamonn was not giving Aislin much of a choice and he was being his stubborn self. Taking a deep breath into her lungs, she kept her eyes to him as he spoke and sneered at her. The idea was less then appealing to him and she knew why. She was not stupid to those facts, but she was not some small little woman to shiver in the corners of her home and not live her life. Ocean eyes cut from him as he marched towards the door, opened it and spoke bluntly to the first person that passed before slamming the door and waking Sorcha. Aislin was surprised she had not become awake until now but then again, Eamonn's husky and loud voice was something the babe had gotten use to. As he moved towards the crib, Aislin remained silent. She did not need to see him to know what his expressions were as he reached for their daughter and picked her up into his arms. "Ye be right husband. Ah want to go. Ah have..but one life and ah want to better my skills. Ah had no plans to take Sorcha...ah also had no plans to take ye with me husband because ah knew ye feared the ocean and the boats that traveled among them. Ah do nay have ye fears...and this nay be yer choice, nor ye words of final will be held here. Ah wanted yer opinion Eamonn...ah wanted to know how ye felt. now ah know. Ah will think on ye words and give ye my answer in the morn. " moving towards him, she pressed a soft kiss to Sorcha's head before she headed for the door. She would do as he said, though Aislin did not gossip. She would enjoy her meal and feed their growing child within her.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn gazed down at his daughter as she fiddled with his hair. Trying to calm that spiking temper of his. Eamonn was being selfish and did not want her to leave. After what they had been through, he did not want her traveling across the seas. She would be gone for months on end...alone...without him to protect her. Eamonn was hurt by those words and her want to travel now that they had been together. But he did not say it. In other words, she already decided what she wanted to do, and would do it no matter what he said. Women. He hoped Sorcha would have a bit more sense. Eamonn shot a glare at her. He wanted to say more, but bit his tongue. The Marshal turned his eyes and head away from her as she placed a kiss upon Sorcha's head, and once she was gone from the room, he looked down at his little girl and sighed again heavily. Calling for one of Aislin's maids, he handed his daughter off to the same blonde woman that Aislin trusted most, and excused himself, giving no indication of where he was going. Right now, he needed to vent, to do something before he snapped. To the stables he went, out the back door and went to his faithful friend, Finbar. Slipping into the stall, he fastened the bridled over the stallion's long face. "She wants to travel, Finbar. To go across the sea...I know she does. I cannot go with her...how dare she defy me like this...after all that has happened...stubborn, stupid girl." He rambled on, draping the blanket over the horse's powerful back, and then the saddle. Once it was snug, Eamonn walked the horse out of the stall and swiftly mounted. "She is going to leave me again...put herself in more dangers...just to learn more about medicine..." He growled, before tearing off down the road and through the gates as they opened. The guards blinked, and glanced to each other in question, but certainly not to follow. Not yet. They knew that he would come back...once he cooled off. Finbar ran hard and fast down the side of the cliff, wind whipping his hair as muscles moved beneath that dapple-gray coat. Nostrils flared with each breath of air. Hours went by, and by late twilight, the two reached the hills of Trotternish, where there had once been a great battle. Now, it was green, and there was no sight of destruction or death. The rains and winds had washed it all away. Slowing the horse down, Eamonn and Finbar came to the end of another cliff, and stopped, staring off into the distant horizon. How could she do this to him? After all that they had been through, not even a few months after their fight. What if she gave birth away from home? He would miss his child...so many bitter, and sour thoughts passed through his mind before he lowered his head and clenched his jaw
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin did as she was told by her husband, making a appearance and trying to enjoy the party. As soon as she stepped out in that long gown of brown and white, her other two maidens came to her side. One, much older then the others, having already experienced grand children and great grandchildren, while the other was also of darker hair like Aislin. Young and vibrant, though not without knowledge. Together they filled plates and sat to eat, he older woman speaking on things she knew all too well from experience. Aislin pushed the conversation far and away from her mind, seeing no reason to harper on it as Eamonn had told her to enjoy. It was only when Trista, the blond she had grown close to over the past few months, came out with a very moody Sorcha, did she raise a brow only to be told the Lord had left. Where did he go? Aislin assumed it was to vent and would allow him his time. Should he not return by the break of morning, she would tell Cormack and have some men go look for him. Sorcha was held on her knee, now that she was able to hold her head up alone, Aislin could allow a arm to move about and feed herself and the other babe within her womb while Sorcha's blue eyes looked around in awe at the loudness of the men and the movements of the world in full motion. A few hours had passed before the doors opened to the hall and a one of the guard from the gates had moved in to Cormack and whispered into his ear. Aislin had not noticed until Cormack came to her table where she looked to him with a soft smile and spoke. "Aye my friend?"
Cormack of Eohmark- He gave a curt nod and spoke low." A man is at the gates...he seeks Lord Eamonn. Says he is from the isle of Sevenwaters with a message."
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin perked up a brow when he spoke before gripping Sorcha in both hands and rising from her seat while pulling Sorcha close." Eamonn nay be here...but come..let us go to meet this male." She waited for him to take her too him, wanting to stay near the gates just in case. The night was cool and yet held that strange warmth within it, so she saw no need to bundle up Sorcha as she moved down the steps with care and went for the gates some distance away on foot. When she got there, the male stood between a few guards, but within the gate walls. "Evening. Ah be Aislin Creed, Wife of Eamonn. Who be ye?"
Brevan of Sevenwaters- So it was here that the infamous Eamonn of Sevenwaters resided? Stepping past those gates and into the city reminded him of home. There was no doubt in his mind, now, that this was where the Lord Eamonn of Sevenwaters lived. Lord, the man had done rather well for himself to be promoted to such a high position. The man was tall, and his hair was blond. Eyes of a sky blue looked about the lands in silent wonder. A small smile came to his face as his hand gripped the bay stallion's reins. When the man, and woman, approached him, the smile lingered still and bowed his head to the both of them respectfully. Aislin Creed? So this was his wife? A fine choice, and looking her up and down quickly, he chuckled softly to himself. "I be Brevan, my Lady. Good evening. I be havin' something for the man named Eamonn. It be very important. Is he not around so I might talk with him?"
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin did her own inspection of the male befor her, seeing the hair much like Eamonn's but eyes were blue like her daughters. Interesting. When he spoke his name, Aislin found it was not strange that he had only one name. It seemed many in Sevenwaters only had one name. Sorcha sighed and gurgled aboutt he night air before waving her little hands around, smacking Aislin's shoulder and lower chin. "Brevan...no..Lord Eamonn is nay here at current. He be riding ah believe. Come...we shall show ye place for ye companion to rest as well as ye. What be yer companion's name?"Aislin inquired about his horse, knowing most men there had treated their horse like a brother in a sense, or assuming such because of Eamonn. Cormack stayed by Aislin's side, making sure to step between the two as they walked so Aislin was on the far right and Brevan was on the far left just in case." Do it be urgent? Ah could send a scout to go and find him."
Brevan of Sevenwaters- Blue eyes turned to the child in her arms. So he had a babe as well? And who would have thought the stoic Eamonn would have a family. Brevan was glad of it. If there was anyone more deserving of a family, it was Eamonn, the man who he knew only through the fact that he was a family friend, someone who helped Briannon and her mother when Eamonn was away. Upon hearing that Eamonn was away, he frowned a bit, but nodded all the same. Riding? Sounded like Eamonn, a true man of Sevenwaters. At the offer to lodge, Brevan shook his head. "Much thanks to ye, my Lady, but I be needin' to head back to the docks so noways. This lovely fellah here be Aidon. Sturdy as ever, I see it. Borrowed 'im from the stables near the docks. He's a good lad, I can tell. Urgent? Nah, my Lady. It not be too urgent where you be needin' to take him from his ride. Gods knows he be needin' it more than likely at this hour." He chuckled, before pausing, and reaching into the saddle bag, pulling out an old leather journal. Holding it in his gloved hand, he offered it to the woman, trusting that she would give it to Eamonn. "Now that be verah important. That be holdin' some valuable information. Passed down through his family, that was. His grandmother passed away, sadly, but you be nah needin' to tell him that. It was his grandfathers, who gave it to his ma, and since his ma passed away, it be going back to his grandmother's hands for safe keepin'. Well, I know you be seein' that he gets that. I must be headin' back to the docks, long day tomorrow! You have a right night now, my Lady. My Lord." And with a bow to each of them, Brevan turned and headed back out of the gates, mounting the horse called Aidon, and riding back to town and to the docks
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin did not know what to tell him, but at his words of needing to head back to the docks soon, she looked to the other male guard who was near them. "Please send a scout to find Lord Eamonn." Ocean eyes turned towards the male named Brevan before she watched him reach into the saddle. Cormack's hand slipped every so smoothly to the hilt of his sword at his side, barely noticeable just in case something that might come from that bag was not friendly. When a book was produced, he relaxed and Aislin took it with her free hand as she listened to his words. "Aye...it will be going straight to his hands from mine ah promise ye. Are ye sure ye would nay like some bread or meat to take with ye then?" when he declined the offer and moved to leave, Aislin watched after him for a moment before the gates were shut before heading back towards the Healing Hall and up the stairs. Hold Sorcha made her breathless, but when Cormack offered to take her, Aislin shook her head. "Ah be fine.. The one in my womb be what is taking my breath away." Cormack smiled and gave a nod of his head before opening the doors for her. Aislin bid everyone to stay and continue to eat as she retired for the night with Sorcha. Her long hair was brushed out by Trista, before she bid her goodnight and undressed. The book was not opened once, but shoved under her pillow as she crawled into bed where Sorcha awaited on her back, bright blue eyes looking to the ceiling in awe. Aislin snuggled her, kissing those chubby cheeks as she closed her eyes and tried to find some sleep while sharing the bed with her child.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn could not push the conversation far from his mind. He harped on it too much, for it was one that hit too close to him. So many worries, and he could not go with her not only because of his own fear, but of the duties he had here in Skye. He could not go, and what PERFECT time she had in deciding she wanted to go. Traveling while pregnant could not be safe for the mother or the child, not to mention he would miss all the things that he had with Sorcha when he was away. Her turning. Her frequent kicks. Watching her stomach grow larger. He wanted to see that so badly, but if Aislin went, she would be robbing him of that. Daft woman. Eamonn growled and sneered, shaking his head and turning Finbar around to head to the lake that was not too far from here. Eamonn dismounted gracefully, and led his stallion toward the cool clean water. Finbar bent his head down to the waters and drank at the cool liquid greedily. Eamonn crouched beside his friend, and dipping a cupped hand into the water, he drank as well. That was when the sound of a horse was heard, and not Finbar. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed that it was one of his scouts, and silently rolled his eyes. Shaking his hand of the water, he wiped it off on his thigh and rose. When the scout informed him that he needed to return for his wife had sent for him on behalf of something important, he inwardly sighed, and nodded. By the time that Eamonn finally returned, darkness had fallen across the lands, and Finbar was stabled for the night. Up the stairs he moved, taking his time as he entered through the backdoor once more. A hand gripped the handle of the door as he slipped inside, finding his wife and Sorcha laying down on the bed. Eamonn said nothing as he closed the door quietly and removed his boots.
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin and Sorcha had finally found sleep after some time. Sorcha held onto her mother's finger and sighed a few times before her eyes closed slowly, letting her drift off. A hiccup made her eyes flutter open and startled her before she closed them again and began to breath heavy. Aislin was not normally a light sleeper, but her worry on her husband not being by her side had allowed her to hear the door open and then close. Eyes fluttered open in the darkness as she waited for them to adjust and saw a figure moving about. The light from the outside stars and fires glowed into the room a bit, though only gave a soft casting of orange glow. Aislin shifted, sitting up and pushing the sheets from her nude body before she lifted Sorcha carefully, making the babe jump and open her eyes to see her mother before settling them closed again as Aislin rocked her gently and walked around to place her in the crib by Eamonn's side. One Sorcha was settled, Aislin moved to crawl back into bed, not caring that her full back side and rear were stretched and exposed to her husband's gaze before she settled into bed and under the sheets. Quietly her voice came from the darkness of their bed. "A man came here tonight from Sevenwaters...a man named Brevan. He gave me something of great importance." she reached under the pillow and pulled out the leather bound book before holding it out towards her husband. "What is it?"
Eamonn of Eohmark- Even now, Eamonn was still a bit angry at Aislin. She made her decision, that he was sure of, knowing that his wife could be just as stubborn as him. She would not be swayed by him, so why even ask him? Had she not sent the scout to find him, Eamonn would have stayed out there the whole night. How COULD she? Inwardly he scoffed and growled, not liking it one bit, and Aislin did not seem to care about it, or even about his side of it. She was with child now, and she wanted to go running off for who knew how long. Months. Years. There was no definite answer for it. As he removed his boots, his back was to her as she placed Sorcha back in the crib beside the bed. Hearing her speak, Eamonn stiffened. Brevan? The name sounded familiar. He knew that man. He was a friend of the family, who helped his mother while he was away at war. Why was he here? Turning around, the tall blonde neared the bed as she pulled out a leather bound journal of sorts. That looked familiar as well. Moving over to the dim fire, he undid the leather cord wrapped around it to keep it closed, and opened it. His eyes widen, though she could not see it for he stood with facing the fire and his back to her. His family's breeding book. It was...here. In his hands. Eamonn felt his eyes water with unshed tears as he opened it and flipped through the pages, a hand tracing over the drawings and writings generations before him...since the founding of Sevenwaters. So caught up in the moment, he nearly forgot about Aislin's question. "It...is...my family's breeding book..." Even though he had the basic knowledge for reading and writing, he could make out a few words, and the pictures he knew immediately
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin watched as Eamonn took the book from her hands and moved towards the dying fire place. A glow was still cast out and gave just enough light for him to read it. She watched him, waiting to see what it was or for him to say what was within the pages. When he spoke gently that it was his family's breeding book, Aislin looked to the covered that were over her and sighed softly. Now none of Eamonn's bloodline before him were alive. Only Sorcha..who would be his future and the new babe growing within her. "Come husband...bring it to bed with ye and light a candle. Ah will help ye read it if ye wish to now." she offered, knowing her husband had trouble reading and wanting to help him experience the book he now owned. She waited patiently for him to come or not, thankful that this might ease him from what had once troubled him earlier.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn knew of the book, for it had been told to him by his mother, for she had it for a time, and had hopes of passing it down to him. However, he was away at war, and not at home to actively see to the horses. But now, now that he had it in his hands, that meant that he was the last, safe for Sorcha and their unborn child. He closed the book, and then closed his eyes. So many things were happening as of late, so many personal things. Finally opening his eyes, the words of his wife touched his ear, and a soft frown appeared on his face. He didn't need her help to read it. She was suppose to be learning of 'medicine', why would she want to help him? That bitter thought was quickly chased away, and the leather cord was tied around it once more. "No." He said sternly, before turning and walking over to the drawers that held his clothes. The book was tucked under the rest of his clothes, to hide it and keep it safe, and closed. Pulling the shirt from over his head, he tossed it into the chair, as well as his breeches until he was nude as well. Walking over to the bed, he carefully climbed in and laid down, turning his back to her, obviously still upset by her words. As he laid on his side his arm reached down to rub Sorcha's belly lightly, and his eyes closed. Covers were pulled up to his waist.
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin's eyes flickered as something within them moved at that one word that not only stopped her from saying anything else but told her he was shutting her out. Aislin could do no more tonight but let him rest. At least...they would be sleeping in the same bed tonight and for that, she was grateful. When he settled down and turned his back to her, she knew he was upset still and moved closer, refusing to put distance between themselves after everything that had happened. Eamonn died...and came back. One arm slid around his waist and her front pressed to his back side. Closing her eyes, she tried to find sleep again, but this time it did not come until the sun was moving up and breaking through the window. Aislin had made her choice and it was one she hoped in time, Eamonn would forgive.
