Post by Rhianna Costache on Aug 30, 2010 0:14:31 GMT -6
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna had been coming and going as a few of the caravan made trips back and forth between the city of Turas Lan and other locations outside the place she'd come to visit often. Today she was passing through to what most knew as Feildren Fields. At first, it might appear she was alone, but off in the distance, there were others with her. Today, she wore a white chemise topped off by a blue and purple bodice that matched the blue skirt and purple wrap that dangled about her slender waist. Bells were about her ankles and what better way to complete the look other than a the matching purple fabric tied about her head. Caramel curls struggled for freedom, to remain the wild and unruly mane of the woman who had eyes like the feline she was often compared to due to her graceful moves and quiet nature. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
The fields were awash still in the vibrant hue of the blue-bell and wild violet, making an ocean amidst the bits of grass resisting the urge to dry out. It was still summer! How hard the sun struggled to hang on as a breath from the North offered respite from the rays only to stand as a reminder that in the wood just yon the leaves were beginning to turn to gold. In some matters, art was a struggle against the seasons. Eirian came to the fields on this Sabbath day having made prayer for breaking commandment for God would understand that the blooms were at the finest they'd been! Slender fingers reached out to pluck up the petals as well as harvest the seed bulbs for later horticulture. Skirts of brown were smudged'; often a woman of importance dressed as nothing imparticular when work heralded. Oh, she had her fair share of gowns for all seasons, jewelry, and even dress robes but preferred life as was now. Rich soil crumbled as she dug down for the roots as well, filling woven basket on her back as well as pouches on her hip. To break up the brown on her, she wore a chemise of sky blue embroidered with portraits from a whimsical dream (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna had been enjoying the scenery, the feel of the breeze on her skin and through her hair. Twirling about like a child in the middle of a field of flowers even though she was much older and every bit of a young woman. Mysterious eyes of sea green would catch sight of movement and she stilled for a moment to focus. Head canted slightly as she began to take a few steps toward whoever or whatever was moving about. Slowly as she approached, she came to realize it was the dark haired woman who was an artist. The one she had met on the beach that night along with Bane. Rhi wouldn't dare scare the woman and so made sure to announce her arrival long before standing before her. "Good day lady Artisan. Is the day not lovely? I see that you to are out and enjoying what is left of the season before it grows to cold." she offered in that usual hushed tone. Rhianna was a very soft spoken woman, very few had ever seen her without a smile on her face.... even if forced. She tried to always be a pleasant person. Unfortunately.... that could not always be the case. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"Good day, Rhianna! It is a fair season, slipping away nigh as we stand. If I do not make use of the time at hand all the bloom and seed will be gone, the grasses, even the roots buried under snow. It's a tedious process," While she talked she worked, using a thin blade to separate the pieces of the flower she desired in the sections on her person,or using it to fish out entire roots. There was also a mushroom found grew here that was not terrible to eat, only requiring caution to pick it at the right time or one would be beside themselves. Sapphire hue turned jewel tones up to the woman with a wide smile "What of yourself, what calls you hither to the Fieldren today?" Nature's bounty was everywhere. Food, medicine, recreation of color. Nothing could not be provided, nothing beyond reach no matter who might think so. "I know if I do not collect these blooms time will not be with me, tis nearly time for the last of the sheep sheering in the valley." (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
The greeting Eirian offered was met by the wide warm smile that seem to reach her feline like eyes. She nodded silently in agreement, understanding just what the woman meant. It seemed time passed by much to quick these recent days. Rhainna moved to sit down across from her, but wouldn't offer to help just yet. One, she had no blade on her but a dagger and a dagger was hardly the type of tool for such delicate work. "I am here with others... we are doing nothing more than enjoying the day. Much of our work has been done. Though, I am sure there are those that will even make use of this time doing such like yourself." she gave pause for a moment, only to get a little wide eyed like a little girl who had stumbled across some special treasure. "You have sheep?!" she asked with a little excitement. "How many? and are there babies?" she asked as she seem to scoot just a little closer to the woman now. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"Well if you wish to come closer, there is quite a world below the height of the high grass! Most times I Just pluck up the flower with bare hand, but today I brought all the requisite things enough to be particular! Please forgive me, I will stand anon!" Midnight tendrils conspired with the shadow to hide her until the white flesh eclipsed through. Even in dirt, the woman seemed too ethereal for the likes of earth. So it was her thoughts, her action, words and prayers all transcended human to be a constant excersise in faith. Eirian would hardly claim to be any sort of angelic entity, but many debated a great many things about the small woman near Rhianna's feet. As the talk turned to the excitement of animal husbandry, Eirian grinned. Yes, with glee! " Yes, I have sheep the flock itself, my goodness.. We have a personal flock 'pon the estate of twenty-five, soon to be thirty for a short time as some are sent to us for the sheering and fosterage to recover from some injury or other. We have some of our lambs left from the spring, others have been sold, but they are dear things. We have a few head of Highland cattle, but we are by nature shepherds." She chuckled softly, chimes on the wind giving music to the beat of bird wings. "Such is life. Soon we will be preparing too for the last of the harvests. Harvesting is always as grand to me as planting, life in a beautiful cycle." (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna had quickly moved closer as soon as the offered had been made. She was a very curious young woman indeed. While having learned a few things from her grandmother and those before her, still she learned something new everyday. The Gypsy woman gave a shake of head and chuckled when the Lady said she'd not be standing. "There is nothing to forgive Lady.. you are in your element.. yes?" she asked as she looked from the working hands of Eirian to meet that divine gaze. Rhianna had wondered if the woman was not some sort of ... deity herself. More than a woman, but less than a goddess, for everything about her suggested such. She had heard tales of where gods and goddesses did take to human forms and all for many reasons. She listened as Eirian explained that they did have many sheep and had lambs. "I should like to come and visit your home one day, that is of course should permission be granted." For a Gypsy...Rhianna was very well spoken.. but that had to do with her grandmother's teachings. For she'd been a caretaker of a noble woman and her children once upon a time and had started such at a very early age. "You have a family then, yes?" she then asked as eyes would once more shift between hands and eyes of the woman before her. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"Yes, yes quite. If there is neither ink, paint, charcoal, earth, or some such element of life beneath my nails they say that something is amiss with me." Eirian had been raised as a shepherd no less than the first half of her life, spending the secondary half as an unwilling or willing fixture in a court. Renowned for her beauty, piety, grace, and wisdom the Lady Erian excelled after lessons with her grandmother, Ebrain, to make fitting a Prince's daughter for a duchy out of the possible sow's ear. All she did was allow for expansion of mind despite her intentions, for the young woman she found in England was already beautiful, pious, graceful, and wise. She never sang her own praises yet they did so in such obviousness that even her modesty made them glow. She came to her feet at last, brushing off her hands, "I do have a family, my daughter and son are not far, picking their own things, exploring God's creation as they are want to do. Ah, there." She pointed to the wind tossed collection of lacquer strands beside another, small set of twisted black, near brown. A girl of six or seven with a boy of three or four dilly dallied with wild flowers in their arms, the bow throwing them up much to the girl's dismay until she decided to join her brother. The field was flatter so they could pick them up! Each child had more coloring as country children should, pink cheeks and peaches to the pale cream of their birth skin. Eirian's pink cheeks were the extent of her coloration, for even in sun she rarely tanned! The girl's almond, slant shaped eyes were fascinating, yet the boy did not have them, all the same enough was similar between them to mark a relation, "The girl is Hope Olwyn, the boy is Luke Saul. We would be delighted to have you, often they say our home is akin to an inn." They enjoyed full homes (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna nodded and smiled the the beginning of Eirian's reply. There was a glance made over her shoulder to check the positioning of the others, to make sure she'd not been left behind or forgotten. Rhianna also wondered if there wasn't more to the woman before her. She seemed out of place, yet, fitting perfectly as well. Eirian did not come off as a woman that was only a shepherd... maybe there was more to her than meets the eye? Oh how Rhianna did like a good mystery or secret to discover! When the Ladt moved to stand to her feet, the Gypsy remained on her knees a moment longer before finally following only so she could see the children that Eirian spoke of. Eyes of green looked in the direction to which the sounds of laughter came and where flowers floated in the air before raining down on both the boy and girl. She noticed the difference between mother and children, yet saw the similarities as well. While she was a very curious creature by nature, the Gypsy wouldn't go as far as being rude and ask of the differences. The woman didn't owe anyone an explanation. Besides, Rhianna knew that families did not always mean you came from the blood. Sometimes families were a mixture of such. "They are very beautiful children and seem to be very happy." she offered. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"They are my life. Them and their elder brother, though he is my husband's in blood, mine by love." Saul, the namesake for Luke's center name was only younger than Eirian by ever so many years. Apollo was older than she was by no less than twenty-twenty five years. Given the nature of his vitality, the man would be alive beyond any rational time in Christendom, God bless him. The children started on a game of hide-go-seek, chasing one another from hiding places only to begin the process again. She walked about Rhianna to get a better view of their game, making sure all was well. She grinned, remembering what it was like to be so young. So much of her still was! For a woman who sat near the edge of her thirtieth year, her face was impecabble, timeless. Some even suggest she ceased to age at all, but she knew, she knew that by twenty five she finally did not look eighteen, and by twenty seven she finally looked twenty three. Happiness is the best antidote to the ravages of time. She hadn't always been, but appreciated it when it came. "We are a close family. You should bring those you came with to the valley, as it is harvest there will also be good bartering to ensue in the Willingham Market, and in the other townships on valley's edge or end. " Walking a little further, parallel to the children, she knelt down to collect some bark from the trees. (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
"Is that not the way of things? For a child or children to be the very reason you rise each day?" she asked with a smile. Rhianna stayed, watched as Eirian moved about to keep such a close eye on her babies like a good and mother would. Though, green eyes did drift from each to the other and back while arms came to fold back behind her and hands clasping like some little girl herself. "Bring the caravan? While I'd love to come visit you myself now that I've permission.... I'm not sure if the others would come or not but I will extend your invite to them as well and let them decide for themselves." she replied. Rhianna followed behind, a few paces at that, like a kitten to its mother cat. Learning as she went. Another glance was given to once more take a survey of those around her. The others were still within sight and so she knew she was alright for the time being. Attention then returned to the lady and her children. "I'll just have to find time during the day to travel if I am to come alone. If not, then I will have to find a way to convince the gentleman I have taken to." (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"I was up before the sun and stayed to see the moon before their birth, so it was fitting they should come to be as moon and sun in my sky. i should hope they would come, if not you are always welcome. The gentleman...ahhhh." She adjusted all the various things on her body to have freedom to move her arm, offering a sly grin with a chuckle, Fingers pressed to lips, "I hope my simplistic, pastoral life will not bore the good sir, he seems quite vim and vigorous. While there is always a battle somewhere, we have come over our time of them it seems. I pray he will be amused?" The lull and rhythm of the seasons seemed to favor his life as far as swords were concerned, but was not her own husband a general. If any man knew of swords and plow shears, it was Talion. (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna nodded and smiled as she listened. The woman was not only an artist of the brush, but of words! She was a very poetic lady and the Gypsy told herself she could sit and listen to her speak all day. "I am sure that at least a few of them would consider and take you up on your offer." she replied with a chuckle to follow. The comments about the gentleman, it had her grinning from ear to ear and even blushing a bit. "I don't believe he would find you as a bore. It would do him good I think to find himself within your company again. While I believe him to be a man with a good heart, he has seen many horrible visions. He needs less of them and more of the other. That all starts with the company you keep, or at least I believe it to be. Amused I think would be it... and it would be good, yes." she said with a nod of her head. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"All men need respite from battle as much as they need the battle itself, one is not without the other, it makes for a lack of balance unless one is so devoted to one way of life they care little for what others may bring. He seems weary, tired. Much he thinks on. Perhaps a valley of shepherds, farmers, monks, and artisans will do him well." That was precisely what the Bant Chan Ser held as its dominant population, and then the others came..seeking peace. She withdrew in herself for a moment looking to the distance as on the clouds were painted things that only she could see. Among them, something that made her drop the harvesting blade she used, a small basket of petals bounced. Recovering herself, she bent down to pick up the objects before moving on through the conversation as if the time hadn't happened. "You know, if you are not busy now..perhaps a turn at supper? There are times when we are out long, we simply make of what is in the woods, my wagon is there" The open cart with the horse looking particularly comfortable, the tarp, various and sundry items. In particular, the rhythm of this life kept her content. If it were not for this field, she would not have emerged so close to the city. No one asked her of commissions during the spring planting or fall harvest, she would send her apprentices to continue what she'd begun along with her better journeymen. Turas Lan inspired such thoughts of late. Times were better than others, yet the world was not as peaceful as the valley, and of she prayed the valley became not like the rest of the world (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
That is exactly what Rhianna was trying to say... just, Eirian said it better! "While I believe everything you say is true, I don't think that will happen anytime soon. He is very busy, very hard at work in seeing that the old roman fort is restored to its former glory, maybe even surpass it." she replied. "He and his men, they are good men. They offered to help the Caravan one night as we passed by. In return... we've helped them with repairs. And in that same night, he asked me to stay." Rhianna watched as Eirian looked toward the clouds... she too then looked to them but of course did not see what only the artisan could. Brows furrowed in puzzlement and she became slightly concerned when the woman dropped what had been in her grasp. However, she seem to be just fine moments after and gathered her things before simply turning and moving on as if nothing had occurred. Still perplexed, Rhianna looked to the clouds once more and then back to Eriain's back now. The Gypsy quickly took up her pace once more. "If it would not be to much trouble, then yes, I would love to join you and your children. Though, should the others begin to leave, I'll have to go as well. Bane would not like me traveling back alone to Vercovicium." (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"I will keep that in mind, my lady. We will try not keep you overlong,...Hope, gather things for the fire with Lady Tabitha, I will start unpacking things to cook supper, take your brother with you! " She called out to the nod of heads in time before they went out and over the rise to another end of the wood. It seemed they walked a steady pace enough to arrive at the cart before too long, which found Eirian climbing a wheel to get in the flat of it, going through and under tarp for necessary object, "Vercovicium...he travels quite oft? If I am not mistaken is that not along the wall known as Hadrian's Wall, twixt Scotts and England?" Lest geography should fail. She remembered his presence, a talk of objective but said nothing on the subject. If he meant good, the world would say it. If it were for ill, it'd say that..too. After her earlier encounters on English soil with the darkest aspect of man-kind, it was said she'd become gentler, more humored, yet also quicker to withdraw. Cuffed sleeves to make moving things easier revealed signs of man's inhumanity to man. The shackles left scars that were still trying to fade to obscurity. As the wind blew, the lines up in her forehead vanished to a network of old horror beneath her hair. (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
"Thank you Lady." came the reply as she continued to follow the pale woman. She then went quite as Eirian instructed her children on what to do exactly and how. The Gypsy would have gone up into the wagon with her after reaching it, to help but thought better of the idea and would simply stand at the ready for anything that was handed off to her. At Eirian's inquiry, she nodded. "Yes... yes it is. He seems to think there is much debate about his being there. That rumors of his reasons are both true and not true. He has shared with me his intentions, and were they anything but good, I'd not have agreed to stay." It was here she noticed the awkward silence... tension that seem to appear from out of no where. Did something trouble the woman? If so... what and why? Had the Gypsy said or done something to cause such? While Rhianna had hoped not, she wanted to find out to maybe right the wrong. (d)
*Erian Apollius*
"You are welcome..please, come up if you desire, I am moving some of the vegetables down. Also we hunted a hare this day, soft n' supple not long ago. It will make a wonderful stew.." Then she listened. Eirian had a keen sense for it; almost as if time suspended with no other sound shave Rhianna's voice, "Rhianna, mistress. You have not known me long so it is not in me to tell you what is good or nay. Merely, have a care." She said in a low tone so the wind couldn't carry it to unsuspecting ears. "Are you alright, Rhianna? I am not judging you ,not in the least. Nor am I to pass judgement upon the sir. It is not my place nor my want to do so, yet sooner or later he will cause a great rile, merely by his place alone." Eirian didn't discuss politics very often, but was capable of dialogue on the events of Skye, all hte Celtic nations, and Europe beyond. It was what made her stand out from other shepherds or artists, merely choosing the first part of life over the greater that would have her closer to the thing she could not abide: thrones. If Wales could claim the lost heirs of principality to make one a sovereign among them, she would be among her living cousins. (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
The caramel haired Gypsy would move as to cimb up into the Lady's wagon. Finding herself a place that was both useful and yet out of the way. There was a nod given in response to the hare who would make for a good stew. When her name was called, green eyes would lift and meet the gaze of the Lady while keen ears listened to every word spoken. "I'm well, yes, and I worry not for your judgment of me or for Bane. I didn't think you were doing such a thing, I..simply wondered if it were I that had perhaps said something to offend for you had become very quiet. But I do agree... with all that has taken place and for all that will come, I know that what Bane calls home now will surely cause quite a bit of trouble for many... including ourselves. That however will have to be dealt with when the time comes. For there is no reason to worry over events that have yet to happen." (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"Aye, let the time pass as it will. Worry unto worry, joy unto joy." To everything under heaven, King Solomon deduced there was a season. His writing cycled in her head now as she came with Rhianna's help got the things from the cart to cook and enjoy stew in the fresh air. The sun was dipping low, threatening to surrender to the age old dance of position change. Luna wanted to be marveled at, for Father Son had long since had his time. "No, you did not offend, Rhianna, worry not, silence is as custom to me as breathing is to us all." God spoke through to her in the silent medium. Shimmying herself down over the side, she touched ground with two naked feet. Some yards off Hope and her Lady Tabitha had built up the start of a fire, with Luke even assisting by finding choice sticks."Two are better than one to carry the cauldron yon no? Shall we?" She held one side, offering Rhianna the other. Tabitha had already finished cleaning and skinning the hare, so all it needed was cutting. Clean water awaited them too from a nearby brook. Many hands made light work. To live in the moment was the steadfast reason she came to Turas Lan only as it was needed. With the King and Queen busy on realm matters, she needn't linger at court, either. Sometimes, it was hard to live in one moment when several transpired all at once. No easier, when one saw God's span of time unfold as they stood awake (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
The Gypsy woman nodded silently in agreement before she would follow Eirian down from the cart. A glance was made to the fading sun as he seem to refuse to go down so that the moon might rise in all her wondrous glory. "I'm glad to know that I did not offend, for sometimes I have and did not know in doing so. I'm told I am young and foolish at times, yet, I don't see it as others do." she offered as she then nodded and took up the other portion of the cauldron. She'd move right along side Eirian until no longer necessary. "Is there anything else I can do or maybe get for us?" she offered once they sat the cauldron down. Hands came to shapely hips as she awaited a reply while glancing to Eirian's children and the Lady Tabitha. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"Well vegetables to chop if you are saavy, to peel if you be nimble handed. My Hope is not so fine a peeler yet, " she chuckled, "Oh she cuts a bit here and there but to skin a radish or a carrot I should better as God to make my son be still, both of which shall not happen any time soon I assure you." She seemed to care little if her skirts would become more dirty or her overall appearance worsen. There was no sin, believed she, in being covered with God's earth. By heaven, the woman aged yet her preference for unshod feet as well as many of her features remained that of the eighteen year old she had come to Scotland as. Life then, as it was now, was still full of promise. Hope came near to Rhianna, wrinkling her nose with a smile. "are you staying for supper?" Tiny voice carried with great effect. The basket of vegetables were brought out, wood pieces for cutting board and the artisan sat down for the more practical task of feeding her family. already she could see the watch changing as the time of day slid down to early night. She remembered a time when this was not safe to do, and was glad for now it was. (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
The Gypsy nodded. "I shall peel then if you or Hope would like to cut." she offered in return. She then moved to gather the things she would need to see to such tasks before taking up a place of her own. With the start of taking up the first of many vegetables, Rhianna began the process. She had to pause though when Hope came up and asked her if she were staying for supper. Rhianna nodded and smiled. "I am, your mamma has asked me to stay. Would you like for me to stay as well?" she asked the little girl. The Gypsy sat Indian style, the board across her lap, vegetable in one hand, blade in the other. Those sea green eyes would look from daughter to mother as she smiled wide and then looked to little Hope once more and awaiting what was sure to be an amusing and or cute reply. Children always said the funniest things. (d)
*Tolui Na Gul*
The distant thunder of the hooves drove hard through the forest. Trees, marred her vision as the sneer couldn't be hidden at her dislike for them. The sweetened air was not far, nor was that of smoke from a fire. The heavy hooves bit deeply into the softer loam of the forest. Both the rider and horse would emerge with a burst, as though the breath had been held until reaching the open fields. The horse was reigned in only after a distance was placed between her and the forsaken forest. Bah Trees.. The shake of her head was given, mimicked it seemed by the horse as they turned to view the trees once more. Her attention then turned over the open fields, gray eyes swept across before spying those few gathered. Curious that they would be here and not the great unsettling walls further away. The woman did not dismount as she approached. It was clear she was armed, bow tucked behind the saddle , short sword worn at a hip. It was not uncommon among her people , yet in her travels here, it was perhaps unusual. She said nothing as she approached. For now merely studying the small gathering. <d
*Eirian Apollius*
"Aye, I'd like it. Luke would like it to, but he's busy." Boys were busy creatures, as currently Luke was studying with great intention a small bug he'd found on a blade of grass. Eirian laughed, her hands chopping in sure, swift strokes. She did arch her brow at the earth as it began to shift, wondering if a patrol company was coming through the woods on their way back to the city walls, but come to find it was only the advent of one woman. The female warrior was no mystery to this island, yet she was not from here, was she? Goodness but she seemed a giantess in that saddle. To Eirian, everyone in Christendom was a giant. "Good evening, mistress. What news of the road bring you, what affairs?" She said in greeting, making short work of a few carrots before offering them up to the cauldron, already up to a jolly rolling boil (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna smiled even more then, if it possible of course! "Good then... and I am glad that you and your brother would wish me to stay. I think you and I could become very good friends, yes?" she asked with a grin before glancing to Luke then and laughing a little. Eyes turned back to Hope momentarily before they would lower even as the child might give her answer, so that fingers could make work of the potato she held before moving on to the next. All would cease though as the arrival of another came up swift and hard. An arm lifted to usher Hope back behind her, just in case, guarding her much like a big sister or maybe an aunt, even if just having met moments ago. The Gypsy offered only a nod and a faint smile, she was leery and cautious of all new comers and with good reason! (d)
*Tolui Na Gul*
No, not from here, but a sea and many countries from here. The expression was unreadable for several minutes before the curt nod was given. " Godt Night well as to you. "She spoke quietly, though the voice seemed brisk. The woman hiding the child was noticed but it was not uncommon. " Stealing children I am not. "She stated with a faint grin then back to the woman that spoke to her first. " Affairs are there none, quiet road passed. "She pointed behind her. a Gul: Well if one discounted the noise in the forest. " City ahead, what name holds it? "She questioned. One would have to forgive the somewhat broken use of the english language, it was still difficult to form the sentences in her head. <d
*Eirian Apollius*
Everyone had a story, everyone would tell it one day or other. "Quiet roads are good, and if you will not steal children you may be trusted yet," mirth filled smile came over as she bent her head forward, intent on her vegetables making it from hand to pot, "The city ahead is Turas Lan, you are on the Isle of Skye, of Scotland now." It would do better she thought to offer the entirity of the setting. The last of the vegetables slid in as Hope came around Rhianna, sitting in her lap. "It shouldn't be long now, have you traveled far, mistress?" (d)
*Tolui Na Gul*
She gave a small nod and looked off in the distance then made the decision to slide down from the saddle. The creak of the leathers was muffled by the fur. A hand lifted to lightly push the horse. It wouldn't travel far but to forage off the grasses and plants. Even without the height of the horse the woman stood as tall as most men and nearly as wide in the shoulder. "Cook, why do you? Task of men.. "She scoffed a bit. Well it was obvious they weren't out for a hunting ride. So it confused her a bit , that women would do this and not bring their male along. <d
*Eirian Apollius*
"Came to collect roots, flower, and herb from the field. It would take all day so we elected to remain. My children are not old enough, lest they burn. My men are keeping watch," some of the valley men remained with her when she went out, this time, a company of four were carefully hidden as to allow her privacy yet be close enough to defend. "Many men are not given to cooking, those that are be men of service and oft their food is hardly enough for a horse or hound, let alone themselves. I have always enjoyed cooking. Do the men cook where you are from mistress, instead of the women? " Here there was an egalitarian theme, but many traditional aspects were not going to be broken in this present generation, or even the next. (d)
*Tolui Na Gul*
She made a confused expression as she turned and looked around. "Cowards must they be. "She mumbled, well for men to run and hide.. then the rest of her words truly baffled her. " trade would I , not cook could he. "She stated firmly. What good was a man that couldn't cook? Bah. Western people and their odd ways. " Tasks is it of theirs hearth .. children. "She gestured to the small ones. "Such is it where from I am. "She had to pause and replay that comment in her head. It still didn't sound quite right. It would in her native tongue. " what mistress is this? "She had to ask, uncertain of all the titles and such given to people. " Tolui Na Gul am I. "She stated with only a small bow of her head, as it was proper that a warrior show some humility. Regardless how small it may appear. <d
*Eirian Apollius*
"Hardly, they are merely incapable of cooking and better with weaponry, that is all. You may sit if it pleases you. My husband can cook when it inspires him to do so, he does turn a fantastic hand with the land and animals, so as that flourishes, I think i can manage a loaf of bread now and again." Eirian took pride in her hearths, and always had. The blue-blooded creature had known life as a bastard but was content in the fields until God deemed she should leave the Fleece Downs to all but memory. "Mistress is but a title of respect, akin to my lady or my lord, Mr or Miss, those are both the shortened form of Master or Mistress. Sir, madame. acknowledgment. Welcome to Skye, Tolui Na Gul, my name is Eirian. Eirian Apollius." (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna maintained her silent nature as the words between Eirian and the woman were exchanged. When Hope moved around her to go and sit in her mother's lap, she let her of course. There was no ill look nor words to the new woman, for the Gypsy would learn all she needed by simply observing. Rhianna finished up what was left of her vegetables and would add hers to the cauldron as well. While the Lady and the tall woman continued to speak, Rhi looked to where her caravan had once been. They were on the move again it seemed and so unfortunately, this meant she would have to leave. She stood to her feet and passed her things to Lady Tabitha since she was the closest, then dusted off her skirts before moving around the fire. A pat to Luke's head was made before she cleared her throat. "I'm sorry Lady, but I fear I need to go. The others, they are once again moving and I must go with them. Will you forgive me? Perhaps we might sit and share another time." She didn't like the idea of leaving Eirian out here alone, but she had to go with the rest of her people. That and Bane was likely worried about her. With a departing smile, nod and wave to all, the bells about slender ankles did jingle with her leaving until they faded into nothing more than silence. The shadow her figure soon disappearing and melting with that of the night. (d)
*Tolui Na Gul*
The small nod was given to the departing lady. She held some respect for one that would wear bells.. it was as if tempting one's enemies. For one so small she must be fierce Or so thought the large woman. She turned back to Eirian. " Know you do I.. oncet yes. "She gave a small curt nod. " Ago years be it must in lands acrossed waters. " She couldn't help the shudder. She HATED that voyage, any voyage across water. She often spent it ill. "Stay I cannot. "She shook her head. "Sleep will accompany in time yet to come. " She explained softly. She was searching for something, as to what that was exactly? Tolui was not able to say. <d
Rhianna had been coming and going as a few of the caravan made trips back and forth between the city of Turas Lan and other locations outside the place she'd come to visit often. Today she was passing through to what most knew as Feildren Fields. At first, it might appear she was alone, but off in the distance, there were others with her. Today, she wore a white chemise topped off by a blue and purple bodice that matched the blue skirt and purple wrap that dangled about her slender waist. Bells were about her ankles and what better way to complete the look other than a the matching purple fabric tied about her head. Caramel curls struggled for freedom, to remain the wild and unruly mane of the woman who had eyes like the feline she was often compared to due to her graceful moves and quiet nature. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
The fields were awash still in the vibrant hue of the blue-bell and wild violet, making an ocean amidst the bits of grass resisting the urge to dry out. It was still summer! How hard the sun struggled to hang on as a breath from the North offered respite from the rays only to stand as a reminder that in the wood just yon the leaves were beginning to turn to gold. In some matters, art was a struggle against the seasons. Eirian came to the fields on this Sabbath day having made prayer for breaking commandment for God would understand that the blooms were at the finest they'd been! Slender fingers reached out to pluck up the petals as well as harvest the seed bulbs for later horticulture. Skirts of brown were smudged'; often a woman of importance dressed as nothing imparticular when work heralded. Oh, she had her fair share of gowns for all seasons, jewelry, and even dress robes but preferred life as was now. Rich soil crumbled as she dug down for the roots as well, filling woven basket on her back as well as pouches on her hip. To break up the brown on her, she wore a chemise of sky blue embroidered with portraits from a whimsical dream (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna had been enjoying the scenery, the feel of the breeze on her skin and through her hair. Twirling about like a child in the middle of a field of flowers even though she was much older and every bit of a young woman. Mysterious eyes of sea green would catch sight of movement and she stilled for a moment to focus. Head canted slightly as she began to take a few steps toward whoever or whatever was moving about. Slowly as she approached, she came to realize it was the dark haired woman who was an artist. The one she had met on the beach that night along with Bane. Rhi wouldn't dare scare the woman and so made sure to announce her arrival long before standing before her. "Good day lady Artisan. Is the day not lovely? I see that you to are out and enjoying what is left of the season before it grows to cold." she offered in that usual hushed tone. Rhianna was a very soft spoken woman, very few had ever seen her without a smile on her face.... even if forced. She tried to always be a pleasant person. Unfortunately.... that could not always be the case. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"Good day, Rhianna! It is a fair season, slipping away nigh as we stand. If I do not make use of the time at hand all the bloom and seed will be gone, the grasses, even the roots buried under snow. It's a tedious process," While she talked she worked, using a thin blade to separate the pieces of the flower she desired in the sections on her person,or using it to fish out entire roots. There was also a mushroom found grew here that was not terrible to eat, only requiring caution to pick it at the right time or one would be beside themselves. Sapphire hue turned jewel tones up to the woman with a wide smile "What of yourself, what calls you hither to the Fieldren today?" Nature's bounty was everywhere. Food, medicine, recreation of color. Nothing could not be provided, nothing beyond reach no matter who might think so. "I know if I do not collect these blooms time will not be with me, tis nearly time for the last of the sheep sheering in the valley." (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
The greeting Eirian offered was met by the wide warm smile that seem to reach her feline like eyes. She nodded silently in agreement, understanding just what the woman meant. It seemed time passed by much to quick these recent days. Rhainna moved to sit down across from her, but wouldn't offer to help just yet. One, she had no blade on her but a dagger and a dagger was hardly the type of tool for such delicate work. "I am here with others... we are doing nothing more than enjoying the day. Much of our work has been done. Though, I am sure there are those that will even make use of this time doing such like yourself." she gave pause for a moment, only to get a little wide eyed like a little girl who had stumbled across some special treasure. "You have sheep?!" she asked with a little excitement. "How many? and are there babies?" she asked as she seem to scoot just a little closer to the woman now. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"Well if you wish to come closer, there is quite a world below the height of the high grass! Most times I Just pluck up the flower with bare hand, but today I brought all the requisite things enough to be particular! Please forgive me, I will stand anon!" Midnight tendrils conspired with the shadow to hide her until the white flesh eclipsed through. Even in dirt, the woman seemed too ethereal for the likes of earth. So it was her thoughts, her action, words and prayers all transcended human to be a constant excersise in faith. Eirian would hardly claim to be any sort of angelic entity, but many debated a great many things about the small woman near Rhianna's feet. As the talk turned to the excitement of animal husbandry, Eirian grinned. Yes, with glee! " Yes, I have sheep the flock itself, my goodness.. We have a personal flock 'pon the estate of twenty-five, soon to be thirty for a short time as some are sent to us for the sheering and fosterage to recover from some injury or other. We have some of our lambs left from the spring, others have been sold, but they are dear things. We have a few head of Highland cattle, but we are by nature shepherds." She chuckled softly, chimes on the wind giving music to the beat of bird wings. "Such is life. Soon we will be preparing too for the last of the harvests. Harvesting is always as grand to me as planting, life in a beautiful cycle." (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna had quickly moved closer as soon as the offered had been made. She was a very curious young woman indeed. While having learned a few things from her grandmother and those before her, still she learned something new everyday. The Gypsy woman gave a shake of head and chuckled when the Lady said she'd not be standing. "There is nothing to forgive Lady.. you are in your element.. yes?" she asked as she looked from the working hands of Eirian to meet that divine gaze. Rhianna had wondered if the woman was not some sort of ... deity herself. More than a woman, but less than a goddess, for everything about her suggested such. She had heard tales of where gods and goddesses did take to human forms and all for many reasons. She listened as Eirian explained that they did have many sheep and had lambs. "I should like to come and visit your home one day, that is of course should permission be granted." For a Gypsy...Rhianna was very well spoken.. but that had to do with her grandmother's teachings. For she'd been a caretaker of a noble woman and her children once upon a time and had started such at a very early age. "You have a family then, yes?" she then asked as eyes would once more shift between hands and eyes of the woman before her. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"Yes, yes quite. If there is neither ink, paint, charcoal, earth, or some such element of life beneath my nails they say that something is amiss with me." Eirian had been raised as a shepherd no less than the first half of her life, spending the secondary half as an unwilling or willing fixture in a court. Renowned for her beauty, piety, grace, and wisdom the Lady Erian excelled after lessons with her grandmother, Ebrain, to make fitting a Prince's daughter for a duchy out of the possible sow's ear. All she did was allow for expansion of mind despite her intentions, for the young woman she found in England was already beautiful, pious, graceful, and wise. She never sang her own praises yet they did so in such obviousness that even her modesty made them glow. She came to her feet at last, brushing off her hands, "I do have a family, my daughter and son are not far, picking their own things, exploring God's creation as they are want to do. Ah, there." She pointed to the wind tossed collection of lacquer strands beside another, small set of twisted black, near brown. A girl of six or seven with a boy of three or four dilly dallied with wild flowers in their arms, the bow throwing them up much to the girl's dismay until she decided to join her brother. The field was flatter so they could pick them up! Each child had more coloring as country children should, pink cheeks and peaches to the pale cream of their birth skin. Eirian's pink cheeks were the extent of her coloration, for even in sun she rarely tanned! The girl's almond, slant shaped eyes were fascinating, yet the boy did not have them, all the same enough was similar between them to mark a relation, "The girl is Hope Olwyn, the boy is Luke Saul. We would be delighted to have you, often they say our home is akin to an inn." They enjoyed full homes (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna nodded and smiled the the beginning of Eirian's reply. There was a glance made over her shoulder to check the positioning of the others, to make sure she'd not been left behind or forgotten. Rhianna also wondered if there wasn't more to the woman before her. She seemed out of place, yet, fitting perfectly as well. Eirian did not come off as a woman that was only a shepherd... maybe there was more to her than meets the eye? Oh how Rhianna did like a good mystery or secret to discover! When the Ladt moved to stand to her feet, the Gypsy remained on her knees a moment longer before finally following only so she could see the children that Eirian spoke of. Eyes of green looked in the direction to which the sounds of laughter came and where flowers floated in the air before raining down on both the boy and girl. She noticed the difference between mother and children, yet saw the similarities as well. While she was a very curious creature by nature, the Gypsy wouldn't go as far as being rude and ask of the differences. The woman didn't owe anyone an explanation. Besides, Rhianna knew that families did not always mean you came from the blood. Sometimes families were a mixture of such. "They are very beautiful children and seem to be very happy." she offered. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"They are my life. Them and their elder brother, though he is my husband's in blood, mine by love." Saul, the namesake for Luke's center name was only younger than Eirian by ever so many years. Apollo was older than she was by no less than twenty-twenty five years. Given the nature of his vitality, the man would be alive beyond any rational time in Christendom, God bless him. The children started on a game of hide-go-seek, chasing one another from hiding places only to begin the process again. She walked about Rhianna to get a better view of their game, making sure all was well. She grinned, remembering what it was like to be so young. So much of her still was! For a woman who sat near the edge of her thirtieth year, her face was impecabble, timeless. Some even suggest she ceased to age at all, but she knew, she knew that by twenty five she finally did not look eighteen, and by twenty seven she finally looked twenty three. Happiness is the best antidote to the ravages of time. She hadn't always been, but appreciated it when it came. "We are a close family. You should bring those you came with to the valley, as it is harvest there will also be good bartering to ensue in the Willingham Market, and in the other townships on valley's edge or end. " Walking a little further, parallel to the children, she knelt down to collect some bark from the trees. (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
"Is that not the way of things? For a child or children to be the very reason you rise each day?" she asked with a smile. Rhianna stayed, watched as Eirian moved about to keep such a close eye on her babies like a good and mother would. Though, green eyes did drift from each to the other and back while arms came to fold back behind her and hands clasping like some little girl herself. "Bring the caravan? While I'd love to come visit you myself now that I've permission.... I'm not sure if the others would come or not but I will extend your invite to them as well and let them decide for themselves." she replied. Rhianna followed behind, a few paces at that, like a kitten to its mother cat. Learning as she went. Another glance was given to once more take a survey of those around her. The others were still within sight and so she knew she was alright for the time being. Attention then returned to the lady and her children. "I'll just have to find time during the day to travel if I am to come alone. If not, then I will have to find a way to convince the gentleman I have taken to." (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"I was up before the sun and stayed to see the moon before their birth, so it was fitting they should come to be as moon and sun in my sky. i should hope they would come, if not you are always welcome. The gentleman...ahhhh." She adjusted all the various things on her body to have freedom to move her arm, offering a sly grin with a chuckle, Fingers pressed to lips, "I hope my simplistic, pastoral life will not bore the good sir, he seems quite vim and vigorous. While there is always a battle somewhere, we have come over our time of them it seems. I pray he will be amused?" The lull and rhythm of the seasons seemed to favor his life as far as swords were concerned, but was not her own husband a general. If any man knew of swords and plow shears, it was Talion. (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna nodded and smiled as she listened. The woman was not only an artist of the brush, but of words! She was a very poetic lady and the Gypsy told herself she could sit and listen to her speak all day. "I am sure that at least a few of them would consider and take you up on your offer." she replied with a chuckle to follow. The comments about the gentleman, it had her grinning from ear to ear and even blushing a bit. "I don't believe he would find you as a bore. It would do him good I think to find himself within your company again. While I believe him to be a man with a good heart, he has seen many horrible visions. He needs less of them and more of the other. That all starts with the company you keep, or at least I believe it to be. Amused I think would be it... and it would be good, yes." she said with a nod of her head. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"All men need respite from battle as much as they need the battle itself, one is not without the other, it makes for a lack of balance unless one is so devoted to one way of life they care little for what others may bring. He seems weary, tired. Much he thinks on. Perhaps a valley of shepherds, farmers, monks, and artisans will do him well." That was precisely what the Bant Chan Ser held as its dominant population, and then the others came..seeking peace. She withdrew in herself for a moment looking to the distance as on the clouds were painted things that only she could see. Among them, something that made her drop the harvesting blade she used, a small basket of petals bounced. Recovering herself, she bent down to pick up the objects before moving on through the conversation as if the time hadn't happened. "You know, if you are not busy now..perhaps a turn at supper? There are times when we are out long, we simply make of what is in the woods, my wagon is there" The open cart with the horse looking particularly comfortable, the tarp, various and sundry items. In particular, the rhythm of this life kept her content. If it were not for this field, she would not have emerged so close to the city. No one asked her of commissions during the spring planting or fall harvest, she would send her apprentices to continue what she'd begun along with her better journeymen. Turas Lan inspired such thoughts of late. Times were better than others, yet the world was not as peaceful as the valley, and of she prayed the valley became not like the rest of the world (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
That is exactly what Rhianna was trying to say... just, Eirian said it better! "While I believe everything you say is true, I don't think that will happen anytime soon. He is very busy, very hard at work in seeing that the old roman fort is restored to its former glory, maybe even surpass it." she replied. "He and his men, they are good men. They offered to help the Caravan one night as we passed by. In return... we've helped them with repairs. And in that same night, he asked me to stay." Rhianna watched as Eirian looked toward the clouds... she too then looked to them but of course did not see what only the artisan could. Brows furrowed in puzzlement and she became slightly concerned when the woman dropped what had been in her grasp. However, she seem to be just fine moments after and gathered her things before simply turning and moving on as if nothing had occurred. Still perplexed, Rhianna looked to the clouds once more and then back to Eriain's back now. The Gypsy quickly took up her pace once more. "If it would not be to much trouble, then yes, I would love to join you and your children. Though, should the others begin to leave, I'll have to go as well. Bane would not like me traveling back alone to Vercovicium." (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"I will keep that in mind, my lady. We will try not keep you overlong,...Hope, gather things for the fire with Lady Tabitha, I will start unpacking things to cook supper, take your brother with you! " She called out to the nod of heads in time before they went out and over the rise to another end of the wood. It seemed they walked a steady pace enough to arrive at the cart before too long, which found Eirian climbing a wheel to get in the flat of it, going through and under tarp for necessary object, "Vercovicium...he travels quite oft? If I am not mistaken is that not along the wall known as Hadrian's Wall, twixt Scotts and England?" Lest geography should fail. She remembered his presence, a talk of objective but said nothing on the subject. If he meant good, the world would say it. If it were for ill, it'd say that..too. After her earlier encounters on English soil with the darkest aspect of man-kind, it was said she'd become gentler, more humored, yet also quicker to withdraw. Cuffed sleeves to make moving things easier revealed signs of man's inhumanity to man. The shackles left scars that were still trying to fade to obscurity. As the wind blew, the lines up in her forehead vanished to a network of old horror beneath her hair. (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
"Thank you Lady." came the reply as she continued to follow the pale woman. She then went quite as Eirian instructed her children on what to do exactly and how. The Gypsy would have gone up into the wagon with her after reaching it, to help but thought better of the idea and would simply stand at the ready for anything that was handed off to her. At Eirian's inquiry, she nodded. "Yes... yes it is. He seems to think there is much debate about his being there. That rumors of his reasons are both true and not true. He has shared with me his intentions, and were they anything but good, I'd not have agreed to stay." It was here she noticed the awkward silence... tension that seem to appear from out of no where. Did something trouble the woman? If so... what and why? Had the Gypsy said or done something to cause such? While Rhianna had hoped not, she wanted to find out to maybe right the wrong. (d)
*Erian Apollius*
"You are welcome..please, come up if you desire, I am moving some of the vegetables down. Also we hunted a hare this day, soft n' supple not long ago. It will make a wonderful stew.." Then she listened. Eirian had a keen sense for it; almost as if time suspended with no other sound shave Rhianna's voice, "Rhianna, mistress. You have not known me long so it is not in me to tell you what is good or nay. Merely, have a care." She said in a low tone so the wind couldn't carry it to unsuspecting ears. "Are you alright, Rhianna? I am not judging you ,not in the least. Nor am I to pass judgement upon the sir. It is not my place nor my want to do so, yet sooner or later he will cause a great rile, merely by his place alone." Eirian didn't discuss politics very often, but was capable of dialogue on the events of Skye, all hte Celtic nations, and Europe beyond. It was what made her stand out from other shepherds or artists, merely choosing the first part of life over the greater that would have her closer to the thing she could not abide: thrones. If Wales could claim the lost heirs of principality to make one a sovereign among them, she would be among her living cousins. (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
The caramel haired Gypsy would move as to cimb up into the Lady's wagon. Finding herself a place that was both useful and yet out of the way. There was a nod given in response to the hare who would make for a good stew. When her name was called, green eyes would lift and meet the gaze of the Lady while keen ears listened to every word spoken. "I'm well, yes, and I worry not for your judgment of me or for Bane. I didn't think you were doing such a thing, I..simply wondered if it were I that had perhaps said something to offend for you had become very quiet. But I do agree... with all that has taken place and for all that will come, I know that what Bane calls home now will surely cause quite a bit of trouble for many... including ourselves. That however will have to be dealt with when the time comes. For there is no reason to worry over events that have yet to happen." (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"Aye, let the time pass as it will. Worry unto worry, joy unto joy." To everything under heaven, King Solomon deduced there was a season. His writing cycled in her head now as she came with Rhianna's help got the things from the cart to cook and enjoy stew in the fresh air. The sun was dipping low, threatening to surrender to the age old dance of position change. Luna wanted to be marveled at, for Father Son had long since had his time. "No, you did not offend, Rhianna, worry not, silence is as custom to me as breathing is to us all." God spoke through to her in the silent medium. Shimmying herself down over the side, she touched ground with two naked feet. Some yards off Hope and her Lady Tabitha had built up the start of a fire, with Luke even assisting by finding choice sticks."Two are better than one to carry the cauldron yon no? Shall we?" She held one side, offering Rhianna the other. Tabitha had already finished cleaning and skinning the hare, so all it needed was cutting. Clean water awaited them too from a nearby brook. Many hands made light work. To live in the moment was the steadfast reason she came to Turas Lan only as it was needed. With the King and Queen busy on realm matters, she needn't linger at court, either. Sometimes, it was hard to live in one moment when several transpired all at once. No easier, when one saw God's span of time unfold as they stood awake (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
The Gypsy woman nodded silently in agreement before she would follow Eirian down from the cart. A glance was made to the fading sun as he seem to refuse to go down so that the moon might rise in all her wondrous glory. "I'm glad to know that I did not offend, for sometimes I have and did not know in doing so. I'm told I am young and foolish at times, yet, I don't see it as others do." she offered as she then nodded and took up the other portion of the cauldron. She'd move right along side Eirian until no longer necessary. "Is there anything else I can do or maybe get for us?" she offered once they sat the cauldron down. Hands came to shapely hips as she awaited a reply while glancing to Eirian's children and the Lady Tabitha. (d)
*Eirian Apollius*
"Well vegetables to chop if you are saavy, to peel if you be nimble handed. My Hope is not so fine a peeler yet, " she chuckled, "Oh she cuts a bit here and there but to skin a radish or a carrot I should better as God to make my son be still, both of which shall not happen any time soon I assure you." She seemed to care little if her skirts would become more dirty or her overall appearance worsen. There was no sin, believed she, in being covered with God's earth. By heaven, the woman aged yet her preference for unshod feet as well as many of her features remained that of the eighteen year old she had come to Scotland as. Life then, as it was now, was still full of promise. Hope came near to Rhianna, wrinkling her nose with a smile. "are you staying for supper?" Tiny voice carried with great effect. The basket of vegetables were brought out, wood pieces for cutting board and the artisan sat down for the more practical task of feeding her family. already she could see the watch changing as the time of day slid down to early night. She remembered a time when this was not safe to do, and was glad for now it was. (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
The Gypsy nodded. "I shall peel then if you or Hope would like to cut." she offered in return. She then moved to gather the things she would need to see to such tasks before taking up a place of her own. With the start of taking up the first of many vegetables, Rhianna began the process. She had to pause though when Hope came up and asked her if she were staying for supper. Rhianna nodded and smiled. "I am, your mamma has asked me to stay. Would you like for me to stay as well?" she asked the little girl. The Gypsy sat Indian style, the board across her lap, vegetable in one hand, blade in the other. Those sea green eyes would look from daughter to mother as she smiled wide and then looked to little Hope once more and awaiting what was sure to be an amusing and or cute reply. Children always said the funniest things. (d)
*Tolui Na Gul*
The distant thunder of the hooves drove hard through the forest. Trees, marred her vision as the sneer couldn't be hidden at her dislike for them. The sweetened air was not far, nor was that of smoke from a fire. The heavy hooves bit deeply into the softer loam of the forest. Both the rider and horse would emerge with a burst, as though the breath had been held until reaching the open fields. The horse was reigned in only after a distance was placed between her and the forsaken forest. Bah Trees.. The shake of her head was given, mimicked it seemed by the horse as they turned to view the trees once more. Her attention then turned over the open fields, gray eyes swept across before spying those few gathered. Curious that they would be here and not the great unsettling walls further away. The woman did not dismount as she approached. It was clear she was armed, bow tucked behind the saddle , short sword worn at a hip. It was not uncommon among her people , yet in her travels here, it was perhaps unusual. She said nothing as she approached. For now merely studying the small gathering. <d
*Eirian Apollius*
"Aye, I'd like it. Luke would like it to, but he's busy." Boys were busy creatures, as currently Luke was studying with great intention a small bug he'd found on a blade of grass. Eirian laughed, her hands chopping in sure, swift strokes. She did arch her brow at the earth as it began to shift, wondering if a patrol company was coming through the woods on their way back to the city walls, but come to find it was only the advent of one woman. The female warrior was no mystery to this island, yet she was not from here, was she? Goodness but she seemed a giantess in that saddle. To Eirian, everyone in Christendom was a giant. "Good evening, mistress. What news of the road bring you, what affairs?" She said in greeting, making short work of a few carrots before offering them up to the cauldron, already up to a jolly rolling boil (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna smiled even more then, if it possible of course! "Good then... and I am glad that you and your brother would wish me to stay. I think you and I could become very good friends, yes?" she asked with a grin before glancing to Luke then and laughing a little. Eyes turned back to Hope momentarily before they would lower even as the child might give her answer, so that fingers could make work of the potato she held before moving on to the next. All would cease though as the arrival of another came up swift and hard. An arm lifted to usher Hope back behind her, just in case, guarding her much like a big sister or maybe an aunt, even if just having met moments ago. The Gypsy offered only a nod and a faint smile, she was leery and cautious of all new comers and with good reason! (d)
*Tolui Na Gul*
No, not from here, but a sea and many countries from here. The expression was unreadable for several minutes before the curt nod was given. " Godt Night well as to you. "She spoke quietly, though the voice seemed brisk. The woman hiding the child was noticed but it was not uncommon. " Stealing children I am not. "She stated with a faint grin then back to the woman that spoke to her first. " Affairs are there none, quiet road passed. "She pointed behind her. a Gul: Well if one discounted the noise in the forest. " City ahead, what name holds it? "She questioned. One would have to forgive the somewhat broken use of the english language, it was still difficult to form the sentences in her head. <d
*Eirian Apollius*
Everyone had a story, everyone would tell it one day or other. "Quiet roads are good, and if you will not steal children you may be trusted yet," mirth filled smile came over as she bent her head forward, intent on her vegetables making it from hand to pot, "The city ahead is Turas Lan, you are on the Isle of Skye, of Scotland now." It would do better she thought to offer the entirity of the setting. The last of the vegetables slid in as Hope came around Rhianna, sitting in her lap. "It shouldn't be long now, have you traveled far, mistress?" (d)
*Tolui Na Gul*
She gave a small nod and looked off in the distance then made the decision to slide down from the saddle. The creak of the leathers was muffled by the fur. A hand lifted to lightly push the horse. It wouldn't travel far but to forage off the grasses and plants. Even without the height of the horse the woman stood as tall as most men and nearly as wide in the shoulder. "Cook, why do you? Task of men.. "She scoffed a bit. Well it was obvious they weren't out for a hunting ride. So it confused her a bit , that women would do this and not bring their male along. <d
*Eirian Apollius*
"Came to collect roots, flower, and herb from the field. It would take all day so we elected to remain. My children are not old enough, lest they burn. My men are keeping watch," some of the valley men remained with her when she went out, this time, a company of four were carefully hidden as to allow her privacy yet be close enough to defend. "Many men are not given to cooking, those that are be men of service and oft their food is hardly enough for a horse or hound, let alone themselves. I have always enjoyed cooking. Do the men cook where you are from mistress, instead of the women? " Here there was an egalitarian theme, but many traditional aspects were not going to be broken in this present generation, or even the next. (d)
*Tolui Na Gul*
She made a confused expression as she turned and looked around. "Cowards must they be. "She mumbled, well for men to run and hide.. then the rest of her words truly baffled her. " trade would I , not cook could he. "She stated firmly. What good was a man that couldn't cook? Bah. Western people and their odd ways. " Tasks is it of theirs hearth .. children. "She gestured to the small ones. "Such is it where from I am. "She had to pause and replay that comment in her head. It still didn't sound quite right. It would in her native tongue. " what mistress is this? "She had to ask, uncertain of all the titles and such given to people. " Tolui Na Gul am I. "She stated with only a small bow of her head, as it was proper that a warrior show some humility. Regardless how small it may appear. <d
*Eirian Apollius*
"Hardly, they are merely incapable of cooking and better with weaponry, that is all. You may sit if it pleases you. My husband can cook when it inspires him to do so, he does turn a fantastic hand with the land and animals, so as that flourishes, I think i can manage a loaf of bread now and again." Eirian took pride in her hearths, and always had. The blue-blooded creature had known life as a bastard but was content in the fields until God deemed she should leave the Fleece Downs to all but memory. "Mistress is but a title of respect, akin to my lady or my lord, Mr or Miss, those are both the shortened form of Master or Mistress. Sir, madame. acknowledgment. Welcome to Skye, Tolui Na Gul, my name is Eirian. Eirian Apollius." (d)
*Rhianna Costache*
Rhianna maintained her silent nature as the words between Eirian and the woman were exchanged. When Hope moved around her to go and sit in her mother's lap, she let her of course. There was no ill look nor words to the new woman, for the Gypsy would learn all she needed by simply observing. Rhianna finished up what was left of her vegetables and would add hers to the cauldron as well. While the Lady and the tall woman continued to speak, Rhi looked to where her caravan had once been. They were on the move again it seemed and so unfortunately, this meant she would have to leave. She stood to her feet and passed her things to Lady Tabitha since she was the closest, then dusted off her skirts before moving around the fire. A pat to Luke's head was made before she cleared her throat. "I'm sorry Lady, but I fear I need to go. The others, they are once again moving and I must go with them. Will you forgive me? Perhaps we might sit and share another time." She didn't like the idea of leaving Eirian out here alone, but she had to go with the rest of her people. That and Bane was likely worried about her. With a departing smile, nod and wave to all, the bells about slender ankles did jingle with her leaving until they faded into nothing more than silence. The shadow her figure soon disappearing and melting with that of the night. (d)
*Tolui Na Gul*
The small nod was given to the departing lady. She held some respect for one that would wear bells.. it was as if tempting one's enemies. For one so small she must be fierce Or so thought the large woman. She turned back to Eirian. " Know you do I.. oncet yes. "She gave a small curt nod. " Ago years be it must in lands acrossed waters. " She couldn't help the shudder. She HATED that voyage, any voyage across water. She often spent it ill. "Stay I cannot. "She shook her head. "Sleep will accompany in time yet to come. " She explained softly. She was searching for something, as to what that was exactly? Tolui was not able to say. <d
