JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE
LADY AISLIN OF EOHMARK
SIR GLENDON OF EOHMARK
[/color] Glendon spoke with a wicked smile on his very scarred face. Red hairs peeked from his own cloak, to which he did not bother to sweep away.[/ul]
LADY AISLIN OF EOHMARK[/color] Both men groaned at her failed attempt at morbid humor. The other even reached up to rub his face for a moment which only had Aislin smiling softly and looking forward. The lights lift little to the imagination, and everything to sight. While others were about, oceanic eyes seemed to find the most particular male walking her way. At first, she would have mistake his walk as Aman-ud-Din's. The light around him seemed to play in shadows and linger about his form, making it hard to tell one way or the other. Aislin turned her course and started right for the male, not saying a name yet, but waiting to see if his face would show. When he was closer, Aislin became bold and reached out to tap his shoulder. The moment she did, an odd sensation climbed into her body. She knew it was not Aman-ud-Din, but it was far too late. Her face went blank as she stared up at the male.
"Ack. Forgive me. Ye nay be who ah thought ye would be." But yet she still lingered in her pause. In fact, this man was not anyone she had seen before. [/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/i]. Perhaps, I can be of assistance in finding what it is you are looking for.[/b]" A humble man, with a kind stone like face who welcoming smile seemed drawn on by his thin lips. "
Or who." Eager to help always, but eager to make new friends now that his life was drawn from the underground. The gasps of the wind around them would press at his back to shield her away from it's prickling fingers, as he wished her to stay. "
Lady Aislin I presume, the Healing Horse how wonderful." He knew her name, to many that would turn their blood cold, yet in his line of work how could he not hear the whispers. The church thought her the devil, he was intrigued. "
Jean-Claude." His gloved hand came to touch his chest, with his introduction his formal title peeled away for a very important reason. "
My shop," The ruby tipped cane would raise to motion to the corner store with large bay windows and fine works of detailed silk of formal gowns for the holiday season dressed on wire forms. "
Just there, I am a new merchant in town, though.." He canted his head, in a regal manner pondering at whom she could have mistaken him for, "
Forgive my arrogance, but I am often told my face isn't easily forgotten..have I a twin?" His humor was dry, but that came with his birthplace , arrogant sons of bytches.[/ul]
LADY AISLIN OF EOHMARK[/color] When the wind blew, Aislin was grateful for someone to block it, but she had dealt with harsher conditions. Having grown up in Scotland meant she was well adjusted. The men at her back left some distance, but watched with curiosity in their eyes. They were not like others who had to be an inch away and gave Aislin space. Both held hands upon the hilts of their swords, but that was hidden beneath their cloaks. He knew her name? One left and thin brow perked upwards as he spoke her name and the nickname she had in Eohmark. Introductions between herself and most, were informal if she could help it.
"Aye, Aislin for the moment. Jean-Claude. That name be interestingly different. It be clear ye are nay from here." Oceanic eyes followed his cane to see the shop that he pointed to. She knew it well. There were a few items that she had gotten from his shop, though not of her own hands. That brow had lowered only to perk up again. A twin? She knew this name...but she could not place it. Still, she smiled softly at him only to have it fade into that calm expression.
"Ah doubt ye have a twin. Perhaps some are taken with the accent and the difference of the name. It seems to flow with ease where Scottish names be more in the throat and nose." It finally hit her whom he may be.
"Ah think ah have heard of ye. Ye be a lover of men? Nay many of those about here. Ah see very few feminine traits in yer face though." Aislin said it very non chalently as if it were of no matter though others may have issues with it.
"How do ye know who ah be? As in my name of my lands? Have ye been to Eohmark?"[/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/b]" His feathers ruffled only a little, but enough. "
I am French, do not mistake me for a Roman." Wrong ear, general idea. With a wave of his gloved hand the long lace of his sleeve would chase on the tip of the wind, "
Bah, you have been talking to Lord General no? He spread that rumor like it is truth. A pity really, for such an immigrant to cast such an impression upon another." Jean-Claude mirrored her manner, his words dry and showing little empathy in his tone. He held pity for none, even the ones as dumb as Maahes. "
But.. C'est la vie, no?" His hands came again to fold over the ruby as he drew himself only a little closer to better catch her eye wanting to see there the truth. "
I have heard only that you carry a healing hand, and that your beauty is very plain. I have heard you are remarkably tall." She was indeed, one of the tallest of the Isle no doubt, though he had never stepped foot before Bess. "
I suppose, your idea came about with how I dress, or that I do in fact wash. So tell me..Where was it you studied. Or did you learn of your trade by rubbing two sticks together to make fire." Oooooooh, burn. [/ul]
LADY AISLIN OF EOHMARK[/color] Maahes told Aislin too many stories it seemed.
"Aye. The general and ah be friends and talk often. Ah stand corrected then if it nay true and be sorry if it be a rumor ye wish left behind." Aislin knew a thing or two about rumors and the trouble they could cause. She agreed with Jean-Claude in the pity of a rumor started by one who barely belonged themselves. Ocean eyes remained on his face as he spoke, taking in the manner of it. Like herself, he could hide or perhaps had no real expression to show the value of words. When he pulled a bit closer, Aislin stepped back seconds later. She did not like to be touched and her space was her own.
"Ye be right then. Ah heal and am plain in appearance. That leaves what ye have heard to nay be rumors." Idea? Aislin had no idea what he was speaking of at first, but then she supposed it was her guessing on who he was.
"Nay, it was yer difference. Ye stand out in a crowd, ye do nay belong among those of Skye when it comes to dress. " Aislin tilted her head once more, not understanding how one could learn with rubbing two sticks together. She took it in a more literal sense.
"If ye mean did ah learn by my hands and nay by a book, yes. Ah rubbed many, together to gain the fire ah can create now so easily in my healing. Ah was born to it. Call it witchcraft if ye will or natural healing." [/ul]
SIR GLENDON OF EOHMARK[/color][/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/b]" His eyes broke from his thoughts to find hers again, this time sincere. "
I beg your fogginess. I lost track of my manners, you must understand that for so long, looking the way I do, many people are afraid, often confused as they never welcome what they do not understand.." He would bow his head to her guard, and click his cane only once, "
Are you going my way? Perhaps a glass of wine by the fire, you look frozen."[/ul]
LADY AISLIN OF EOHMARK[/color] She found herself confessing. Glendon gave a nod to the male in return and stood down, though eyes were ever watchful as he left Aislin to her conversation.
"Ah do understand Jean-Claude. Ah have been in that very same position myself. Ah find those nay of these lands interesting and it peaks my curiosity." Aislin did not have to meet Eamonn for some time yet as he was patrolling.
"Tea would be better. While ah do nay mind the cold, ah think it best for the babe that ah nay be out much longer in it. Ah hope ye nay mind my guards coming. The Lord Marshal's orders."[/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/i], though most of my time is spent with my assistant.[/b]" He mused thinking of Julian, the little farm hand he had grown to call his own. "
And most of our time is teaching him French, as most of my books are written, and I dare say I am not one to change for anyone." The truth. He would not translate his work of the past, but of the future he would write it in English. He did not know of her husband, or even what he would look like should he pass through the doors of the tavern that now held his wife. However, he would would imagine him a brute of a man. He knew of his title, knew it only from Peregrine's plotting around quick departure from the Isle.
The one to worry of is Eamonn. He would think him some Norse God atop a horse, and with that he never dream of challenging him. Though, like Ren who could easily take him in strength, Jean could run circles around him by wit alone. "
Have you not thought of what was out there? Perhaps you can not find anyone here to spark your interest, but what of another's ideas on the heavens? Take them as that..an idea, not a philosophy, and see what you make of it." He would thank the tendress as she placed out her tea and his wine, with a bit of cheese and dried bread--often his dinner. "
Adelaide has such extraordinary ideas on her mixtures. I often tell her, that she should move into perfumes. What better a marketing ploy then that?" His smirk then, tricking another to think of themselves beautiful while creating an addiction; smaller bottles meaning more returned trips. "
Ah, but she has faith in humanity, and would want another to come to love her product on their own." [/ul]
LADY AISLIN OF EOHMARK[/color] Reaching for her tea, she pulled it up and took a careful sip so as not to burn her mouth. When she pulled back, a name struck her memory.
"Adalaide. Ah know of her. Ah gave her a license for her shop many months ago and check in on her from time to time. It does nay surprise me that ye know her. Now that ah think on it, ye both have similar accents. Did ye know each other from France?"[/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/b]" The things he had seen, or the lives that had touched him. It was his time of healing, and in the strength of so many he too carried on. "
I earned my Theology at Oxford, with a good bit of studies here in Edinburgh, but it was at the University d'Paris, did I meet Adelaide. She was one of my students then, or really an understudy of a dear friend." He mused lightly leaning back in his chair, "
She always loved to sit at my feet by the fire reading her books. Though our first meeting she was trying to steel the compass from my pocket on the streets of Paris. Her hair a mess, her face dirty..." He laughed, "
Nothing has changed." He thought warmly of how even now Ada could sit at his feet for hours while they both read, or he slept--sitting up of course. His face darkened, the cheerful mood shifted to a more somber expression, and even his lips flattened against his face. "
In Paris I was working on my medical degree, but you see.." He hesitated, and then suddenly dismissed the thought, "
Your child? Does it often kick?" It seemed something was in the water. Leaning forward once again, he would position his chin on his hand watching her. She was beautiful, even in her plain exterior. "
Perhaps here is the better question..Do you see a midwife? Or let your own hands do the tending?" A bit of an question, but as his free hand still sat atop the ruby of his cane--old age was catching up to him quickly. [/ul]
LADY AISLIN OF EOHMARK[/color] Aislin was never much to talk about her children, she did not gush about them as other mothers did. The sad truth was that she was not as connected as mothers were to her children. Eamonn was more connected then herself.
"What has brought ye to the isle of Skye? We do nay have such advancements as Paris. Unless ye seek to spread yer knowledge?"[/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/b]" He mused with a smile that seemed foreign to his face, and at times a bit eerie. "
After so many years living with scoundrels I am thankful for what little company I do have. I am thankful for Adelaide, she keeps me sane." Barely. Jean-Claude, would not go any further on his studies, he would leave all that talk to Aislin. He felt himself cursed, and feared that she would fall victim someday to the research he as well was passionate about. Though there was something behind her ocean eyes that did intrigue him, and how badly he wished to pick her mind. Hers, he bet would be like a fine bound leather book, from page to page the script elegant and worthy of reading. However, it would take many more visits as this for him to even admit he had a hand in healing as well. How alike they were, but the both of them too steady to out right admit.[/ul]
LADY AISLIN OF EOHMARK[/color] The words may have seemed bitter, but Aislin's tone held no emotion beyond fact.
"Ah be glad ye have a woman to be at yer side though. Ah be learning that it does make a difference, even if only a bit. Nay everyone who is different is accepted here. And ye do look different from everyone else even if yer flesh is pale." She pointed out before picking up her drink and taking a hearty gulp of the warm liquid. Aislin could feel her fingers again and while the blush remained on her cheeks and nose, the warmth was returning everywhere else.
"Have ye met many others here in the time ye have been on the isle? Ye already know some of the more popular folk it seems. Ah take it ye and the Lord General are nay buddies? It makes sense with ye being friends with the pirate." She commented on before she turned to another subject.
"Do ye nay have children of ye own? Ye seem curious about the process, which could mean ye have been through it, are going through it now or would like to later on. Ah never judge by looks alone, but the gloom that seems to linger about ye, vanishes once ye speak." [/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/b]" He mused with a smile his gloved fingers coming to fall over his pale thin lips. "
I enjoy her company, I love her very dearly, but I fear I will never be her suitor. Ada, is not the type that will marry, and neither am I. I'm very loyal to my captain, and when the time is right. We will leave this Isle." He simply hoped it wouldn't be for many many years. Though a small pull of his lips could be mistaken for a smirk, his reason was clear. Peregrine was married now, turning over his ship to the fleet, and finding roots. "
But until them I am happy for the time together. No. I desire no children. I am happy to spoil my God daughter. That is all." The room was quiet and still, even with the many patrons; they all seemed to be still when he spoke, eyes wide watching though daring not to stare. This time last year there had been many rumors of the raven haired man, secrets wrapped around his thin hands that could rival any dark night. There was a good bit of arrogance against his face, mostly when she asked of Maahes. "
The Lord General and I get along as well as a man can with another who is a bit blind, and perhaps it would surprise you to learn he and the pirate have made amends. Strange..I know." He smiled, that strange eerie forced pull of his lips. "
But outside of my small circle I know very little. I am not even certain the name of your husband, forgive me..have I met him? I had heard of your retirement back into your countryside estate. Does he remain?" [/ul][/font]
