Post by Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius on Sept 14, 2010 23:21:22 GMT -6
Lady Eirian Apollius
Life in the country was labeled predicatable. True, there were certain things inevitable such as the end of the day rung with the bells of the country chapels. Farmers put down their ploughs in order to join fellows for supper , a drink. Women gathered to discuss the children as the objects of affection ran 'round. "The last harvest is almost near, I can hardly believe how well its gone!" Eirian said to Ryan, the keep of the establishment. She always enjoyed coming to the market and settlement of Willingham. The journey from her estate was worth it, well worth the additional ten miles! (d)
Galen Vasilios
The days had gone by swiftly for Galen, being a teacher of young children was hardly what he expected it to be. It was rewarding but tiring, his reading skills above par and self education his strong suit. But keeping the little ones engaged long enough to learn their ABC's was more difficult than holding ones lunch down on the rocky seas. When he wasn't tutoring, the Youth was romping in the wheat fields and catching the eye of a certain fiery haired Celtic. A soft tunic of sky blue rested across his breast as a pair of tailored pants adorned his legs. It was nice to wear something that wasn't riddled with holes or too small. Maahes did indeed live like a King and it be a lie to say he didn't enjoy the benefits of being his son. Galen was relearning his ways around the lands and finally ended up at the Tavern. He couldn't remember if he had ever set foot in here before, but when the door opened and he saw the face of Eirian all those thoughts were set aside.: " Evenin' Eirian...." : His voice rang out as he shut the oak slab and stepped further inside. Cheeks were a tad burnt from the sun's rays, he was planning on soaking them up before they froze under winter's cold touch. A smile was plastered upon his face, it was that same grin he held as a child, ever bright and ever cheery.:<d>
Eirian Apollius
"Good evening, Galen! How was your day?" She took no time between entrance and recognition, choosing not to waste what was precious on silence with idle tasks like pulling away her wool from the body or ordering a drink. That could all be done while greeting. Her own small souls were taken with the Steward's younger nephew and niece, allowing her the rare chance to move, to breathe, by herself. She wore autumn's engaging russet for a chemise with a dress of buttery deep brown over it. The lacing made a fetching figure of a woman who would always be older than the tales her face told. "I suspect it must have been busy, with so many little ones at Red Wall?" Instead of naked feet the soft shuffle of leather shoes was heard whispering in cahoots with the edges of her skirts. "The final harest is so very, very close that it astounds me." (d)
Galen Vasilios
: Her voice filtered into the tender shell of his ear like a sweet song and his grin could only widen. He took a lean upon a table rather than actually sit, he needed to stretch his legs lest they fall asleep. The last thing he wanted to do was fall over from lack of circulation.: " Aye, been very busy. Been teachin' ate little ones 'ow tae read. Startin' wit' tae basics, 'course...." : He gave a flex of his fingers.: " tis very 'ard take keep their attentions. I've been baitin' em wit' sweets an' magic tricks." : He chuckled softly, letting those rough digits run through those golden curls. At the mention of the harvest Galen gave a curt nod.: " I rather enjoy this time o'year. It's tae only time when tae wheat looks like spun gold an' tae fruits are sae plump they nearly break tae branches they rest on..." <d>
Lady Eirian Apollius
"Oh? Quite an undertaking with so many siblings, how does it go? My hands are full sometimes with only a pair. Every now and again I will take on those from around the valley as I once did in the city before retiring here for the most part. I will still have avid elder learners wishing to improve their Greek and Latin, but small ones and reading, far more tedious if not more humerous!" The tender voice of the Lady of the Bant Chan Ser mingled with the lively banter of laughter."Tell them if they will learn their letters they can come to the harvest festivities, a fortnight at most..perhaps less unto nine days if everything can be assembled, it is tradition, one of the estates have hosted it these years, I hope we might have a round robin go of it, a tour if you will to the different estates, their harvests. Harvest here is beautiful like none other in the Valley, no matter what they say of other places," she grinned with a wink "The last of the wild fruit and berries, all of the grains, the best of the fat fall animals. We shall eat and drink most merrily, and dance, God save us." (d)
Galen Vasilios
" 'ow does it go? Verah slowly is 'ow it goes...." : He crossed both arms over that broad chest, his lungs expanding and contracting with each deep breath. The company of adults was much appreciated after a day in the grass with the children. Galen's knees had almost forgotten how to be straight and his thighs ached from the weight of his siblings. But that was the joys of brotherhood! : " M'Father said they were nay ready tae join ye fer tutelage. So I said I would care fer them. "e grows wearier by th'day Eirian, it frightens me. I am nay use tae seein' 'im so defeated. "e is nay tae proud lion I once knew..." : That last part was said in a half mumble. His attention shifted back to the subject of being an educator and he laughed softly.: " Tis very funny indeed, tae 'ear them sound out lettes. Sounds very much like honey stuck to t'ere tongues..." : He gently cupped his chin for a moment and thought as he heard the others words about threatening them with the harvest festivities: " I never thought o' that before. Could be a very good tool tae get 'em tae sit still...." : He then tapped his jawline with a grin.: " Or...I could just tie 'em to a tree. Worked fer me as a wee one..." :He was only half joking.: " I look forward to tae Festival, it's been awhile since I 'ave participated in such a t'ing. Not since I was a lad. The last time I wus 'ere, t'was of a different season, I believe Winter...." : He said with a bit of nostalgia in his voice.: " In all truth t'ough. I wouldn't want tae be anywhere else. I owe M'Father a great deal an' I want tae please 'im. I look so much like Peregrine, it makes 'im sick. I've seen tae look in 'is eyes." : He waved off that thought and went back to a happier topic.: " I can nay wait fer yer cookin' 'gain, Eirian. Yer goin' tae turn me intae a fat man..." :He smirked.: <D>
Eirian Apollius
"You look like my brother's husband, but you are not him, Galen. Remember that.You may share his features and as you age, may even find the good in him..but just because you share a few things doesn't mean you share all things. You come home at adventure's end, aref aithful to those you love, and have proven many times over the power of those fine qualities. You are a good in every way, child." Said the woman who was perhaps ten to eleven years his elder. She smiled, taking his hand in her own before kissing it, "and Talion considers Maahes a special soul to him, so are his children all special unto me. Now, the festival will be wonderful. All sorts of our finest fair made from the harvests, autumn market, games and dances. Surely you will bring a young woman no?" She laughed, putting fingers in steeple form to make peaks. "The children will sit down to go to that, I promise you, and tell them if they behave when you see fit they may come over, for sweet apple tarts and thick cream as a reward to share with Hope and Luke. And for you, let more than their happiness be your reward. Make some good life for yourself here. There is plenty of room, I hope one day you will ask me for a parcel of land of your own." (d)
Galen Vasilios
: Oceanic blues mixed with tempered steel looked towards Eirian without falter, though his brows did dip together in contemplation.: " Aye, I walk M'own path. Tis something I 'ave known fer awhile, but tae fear is always in m'heart. They say 'e 'as turned a new leaf, but all leaves turn brown an' wither away. I doubt it will last." : A bitterness filled his tone for the smallest of moments.: " Eirian, ye flatter me wit' such words, if only I could believe 'em m'self. I 'ave tae confidence o' a snail, ye know..." :He cracked half a smile. As she spoke on and took his hands, a blush crossed his cheeks. A splash of crimson upon skin of gold. He lowered his head some to lightly brush his lips against her temple in thanks.: " T'ank ye, Eirian. Ye always were like a Mother tae me...." : Bashful words slipped from his mouth as he drew back to watch her features once more. Brow rose innocently at the mention of a woman and his face became flushed once more.: " T'ere is a Lady, I 'ave been in tae company o'. Lady Windsor's companion, Rhona....." : His eyes glowed with mirth as he shook his head.: " She's a fiery spirit...." : Both hands were drawn to his sides now as he continued to speak.: " Bribe tae little ones an' they will follow m'instructions. I t'ink it will work, food always made me sit still..." : A smile broke free once more from the sanctity of his mouth.: " In time, perhaps I shall ask ye fer such. But fer now I am content tae offer M'self to m'family...." <d>
Eirian Apollius
" I think ye only need tae know how good ye truly are." Sapphire blue viewed him with tenderness, in his sea she was a steady sky that appeared with stars every night and with sun came in the morning. "Ye are a good, and kind man . A snail's confidence simply won't do. It will grow better with time, you'll see. One can't court a lady behaving as a snail so your shell must certainly be bigger." She ordered one of the dark ales just to see how it went, asking if he wished one with a gentle cant of head in the direction of the bar. "Rhona Brogain seems full of vigor! Life! Perfect companion for such as yourself. Enjoy the courtship..that is what it is all about when you are young." She was one of the younger of the nation's inhabitants within the court, but seemed so ageless at times. "And we shall drink to life perhaps?" (d)
Galen Vasilios
: Oceanic blues mixed with tempered steel looked towards Eirian without falter, though his brows did dip together in contemplation.: " Aye, I walk M'own path. Tis something I 'ave known fer awhile, but tae fear is always in m'heart. They say 'e 'as turned a new leaf, but all leaves turn brown an' wither away. I doubt it will last." : A bitterness filled his tone for the smallest of moments.: " Eirian, ye flatter me wit' such words, if only I could believe 'em m'self. I 'ave tae confidence o' a snail, ye know..." :He cracked half a smile. As she spoke on and took his hands, a blush crossed his cheeks. A splash of crimson upon skin of gold. He lowered his head some to lightly brush his lips against her temple in thanks.: " T'ank ye, Eirian. Ye always were like a Mother tae me...." : Bashful words slipped from his mouth as he drew back to watch her features once more. Brow rose innocently at the mention of a woman and his face became flushed once more.: " T'ere is a Lady, I 'ave been in tae company o'. Lady Windsor's companion, Rhona....." : His eyes glowed with mirth as he shook his head.: " She's a fiery spirit...." : Both hands were drawn to his sides now as he continued to speak.: " Bribe tae little ones an' they will follow m'instructions. I t'ink it will work, food always made me sit still..." : A smile broke free once more from the sanctity of his mouth.: " In time, perhaps I shall ask ye fer such. But fer now I am content tae offer M'self to m'family...." <d>
Eirian Apollius
" I think ye only need tae know how good ye truly are." Sapphire blue viewed him with tenderness, in his sea she was a steady sky that appeared with stars every night and with sun came in the morning. "Ye are a good, and kind man . A snail's confidence simply won't do. It will grow better with time, you'll see. One can't court a lady behaving as a snail so your shell must certainly be bigger." She ordered one of the dark ales just to see how it went, asking if he wished one with a gentle cant of head in the direction of the bar. "Rhona Brogain seems full of vigor! Life! Perfect companion for such as yourself. Enjoy the courtship..that is what it is all about when you are young." She was one of the younger of the nation's inhabitants within the court, but seemed so ageless at times. "And we shall drink to life perhaps?" (d)
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Galen Vasilios
: Galen let out a slow chuckle as he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as a smile escaped.: " Perhaps I shall be more like a crab then, an' seek better shelter upon tae shore. As ye said, over time I will grow an' soon I'll be needin' better company then M'own thoughts..." : Galen spoke like a man past his prime. Just as she was ageless, he was an old soul stuck in a Youth's body. Galen's eyes flitted to the side almost in unison with the cant of Eirian's head.: " I'll partake...." : He said softly. Laughter was soon breeching the walls of his chest as mirth bubbled up his throat.: " Aye, that she is. A smart lass, wit' a kind soul. But t'ere is fire in 'er. Suchflames could burn tae fingers o' any man 'ho touches 'er...." : When the ale arrived, he carefully took one in his grasp and raised it in agreement.: " Indeed, 'tis a mighty fine t'ing to toast tae...." <d>
Eirian Apollius
"To life! To what has been, what is, and what has yet to be. May it be beautiful. Cheers my dear..She clinked her pint to his with a wry, all knowing grin. Some say that the woman understood the sea of time as much as a captain understood the sort made out of water. "Your own thoughts have more company even now, your brothers and sisters are still so young you will hardly be able to have yourself think. I am so blessed to have Talion's son but one of his blood is plenty. Hope is his by rearing and she favors him so, good heavens. I can not fathom three or four, my head would gray! You need a smart lass, mmm. But for now you need not to be a crab. Or a garden snail. Nor a turtle either." She looked up at the ceiling before brushing loose strands of hair away. "Life will be good I promise you that. It must be after we have all been through so, so much." She looked to the table, "Change is inevitable. Your father wishes to retire, where as my husband wisehs to re-enter the service." It was a secret fear shekept close to her sacred heart, the worry of death at last taking a spouse when all God had done was hide them away. Of truly being left behind this time, for she had been married twice, promised thrice. (d)
Galen Vasilios
: Her speech was heartfelt and Galen found himself enamored by her words. She was so wise beyond her years and Galen would be foolish to not heed her advice. Be it far from him to ignore a good thing when it was placed in front of him. A stubborn mule at times but no more then any other man with pride. He raised his mug and clinked it softly against her own as he took a hearty pull. It was very good, a rich and earthy flavor that did nothing more than please his tastebuds before it slid down his throat. He took in a deep breath as he set the glass down and chuckled once more.: " Ye 'ave no idea. I am still getting' use tae names, I call each one by tae other's title. And I 'ave tae 'ideM'fingers from Bess. Oh, is she a biter..." : He flexed his index finger for a second just to make sure it was still attatched.: " Ye'd think, she'd prefer tae taste o' sweet cider over 'er kin. But it's nay so..." : He eyed her for a second and smirked.: " Ye would look wit' silver 'air, Eirian..." : He said jokingly as he took up his mug of ale once more. He favored it with his attention as another sip was taken, slower this time.: " What, I can nay be a turtle either? Yer takin' all M'favorite animals outta th'picture, Eirian!" : A jest with good faith as he continued to drink. He peered over the rim of his cup, lashes falling to half mass as he breathed in deeply the scent of the brew. But all humor faded as she opened her heart to him and revealed a secret fear.: " Aye, change is as unpredictable as Th'wind but we take it as it comes, let it fill our sails and take us tae new places..." : He studied her gaze for a moment as he held the drink against his stomach.: " 'e wishes tae go back into tae service?" : That should not have been so shocking after all, men like him never really leave the Military for it is etched into their heart and soul.: " I fear ye can never stop tae 'eart o' a warrior, only wish it seeks other venues...." : He gave a slow shrug.: <d>
Eirian Apollius
"No, a warrior's heart is constant and true. He left the service because it haunted him, now I think what haunted him as been amended. He has far more vigor and youth, than a man his age.." For fifty Apollo only looked a little older than his wife. Or perhaps he was older than fifty now? The years peeled away like layers only to come to the center of this. Her advice was borne from observations and a life lived. Above all else she strove never to be a hypocrite as she gave others words to live by. She laughed a hearty laugh, lifting up her mug with a grin, "You have no place in animal shells nor bellies nor with anything but comparison to their parts. As comfortable on the sea as a gull or a dolphin, the heart of a lion, the cunning of a tiger. No, no where in there are any shells to be available. Maybe the memory of an elephant? Komor might bless you with that. There are many names, titles, but we still try to stay a simple people. I suppose you know Beathag, or Bess as many call her, is the Queen. Her husband Adam is King. Your father the Lord General. My husband a military advisor and the pair of us together make poor old royals for a land we no longer sit upon. What title will you ascertain? I can not abide Sir Crab. Of your brothers and sisters..mm..write them down? On your hand wehre none could see? I remember in the pair of lessons I ever gave you that you did that once." (d)
Life in the country was labeled predicatable. True, there were certain things inevitable such as the end of the day rung with the bells of the country chapels. Farmers put down their ploughs in order to join fellows for supper , a drink. Women gathered to discuss the children as the objects of affection ran 'round. "The last harvest is almost near, I can hardly believe how well its gone!" Eirian said to Ryan, the keep of the establishment. She always enjoyed coming to the market and settlement of Willingham. The journey from her estate was worth it, well worth the additional ten miles! (d)
Galen Vasilios
The days had gone by swiftly for Galen, being a teacher of young children was hardly what he expected it to be. It was rewarding but tiring, his reading skills above par and self education his strong suit. But keeping the little ones engaged long enough to learn their ABC's was more difficult than holding ones lunch down on the rocky seas. When he wasn't tutoring, the Youth was romping in the wheat fields and catching the eye of a certain fiery haired Celtic. A soft tunic of sky blue rested across his breast as a pair of tailored pants adorned his legs. It was nice to wear something that wasn't riddled with holes or too small. Maahes did indeed live like a King and it be a lie to say he didn't enjoy the benefits of being his son. Galen was relearning his ways around the lands and finally ended up at the Tavern. He couldn't remember if he had ever set foot in here before, but when the door opened and he saw the face of Eirian all those thoughts were set aside.: " Evenin' Eirian...." : His voice rang out as he shut the oak slab and stepped further inside. Cheeks were a tad burnt from the sun's rays, he was planning on soaking them up before they froze under winter's cold touch. A smile was plastered upon his face, it was that same grin he held as a child, ever bright and ever cheery.:<d>
Eirian Apollius
"Good evening, Galen! How was your day?" She took no time between entrance and recognition, choosing not to waste what was precious on silence with idle tasks like pulling away her wool from the body or ordering a drink. That could all be done while greeting. Her own small souls were taken with the Steward's younger nephew and niece, allowing her the rare chance to move, to breathe, by herself. She wore autumn's engaging russet for a chemise with a dress of buttery deep brown over it. The lacing made a fetching figure of a woman who would always be older than the tales her face told. "I suspect it must have been busy, with so many little ones at Red Wall?" Instead of naked feet the soft shuffle of leather shoes was heard whispering in cahoots with the edges of her skirts. "The final harest is so very, very close that it astounds me." (d)
Galen Vasilios
: Her voice filtered into the tender shell of his ear like a sweet song and his grin could only widen. He took a lean upon a table rather than actually sit, he needed to stretch his legs lest they fall asleep. The last thing he wanted to do was fall over from lack of circulation.: " Aye, been very busy. Been teachin' ate little ones 'ow tae read. Startin' wit' tae basics, 'course...." : He gave a flex of his fingers.: " tis very 'ard take keep their attentions. I've been baitin' em wit' sweets an' magic tricks." : He chuckled softly, letting those rough digits run through those golden curls. At the mention of the harvest Galen gave a curt nod.: " I rather enjoy this time o'year. It's tae only time when tae wheat looks like spun gold an' tae fruits are sae plump they nearly break tae branches they rest on..." <d>
Lady Eirian Apollius
"Oh? Quite an undertaking with so many siblings, how does it go? My hands are full sometimes with only a pair. Every now and again I will take on those from around the valley as I once did in the city before retiring here for the most part. I will still have avid elder learners wishing to improve their Greek and Latin, but small ones and reading, far more tedious if not more humerous!" The tender voice of the Lady of the Bant Chan Ser mingled with the lively banter of laughter."Tell them if they will learn their letters they can come to the harvest festivities, a fortnight at most..perhaps less unto nine days if everything can be assembled, it is tradition, one of the estates have hosted it these years, I hope we might have a round robin go of it, a tour if you will to the different estates, their harvests. Harvest here is beautiful like none other in the Valley, no matter what they say of other places," she grinned with a wink "The last of the wild fruit and berries, all of the grains, the best of the fat fall animals. We shall eat and drink most merrily, and dance, God save us." (d)
Galen Vasilios
" 'ow does it go? Verah slowly is 'ow it goes...." : He crossed both arms over that broad chest, his lungs expanding and contracting with each deep breath. The company of adults was much appreciated after a day in the grass with the children. Galen's knees had almost forgotten how to be straight and his thighs ached from the weight of his siblings. But that was the joys of brotherhood! : " M'Father said they were nay ready tae join ye fer tutelage. So I said I would care fer them. "e grows wearier by th'day Eirian, it frightens me. I am nay use tae seein' 'im so defeated. "e is nay tae proud lion I once knew..." : That last part was said in a half mumble. His attention shifted back to the subject of being an educator and he laughed softly.: " Tis very funny indeed, tae 'ear them sound out lettes. Sounds very much like honey stuck to t'ere tongues..." : He gently cupped his chin for a moment and thought as he heard the others words about threatening them with the harvest festivities: " I never thought o' that before. Could be a very good tool tae get 'em tae sit still...." : He then tapped his jawline with a grin.: " Or...I could just tie 'em to a tree. Worked fer me as a wee one..." :He was only half joking.: " I look forward to tae Festival, it's been awhile since I 'ave participated in such a t'ing. Not since I was a lad. The last time I wus 'ere, t'was of a different season, I believe Winter...." : He said with a bit of nostalgia in his voice.: " In all truth t'ough. I wouldn't want tae be anywhere else. I owe M'Father a great deal an' I want tae please 'im. I look so much like Peregrine, it makes 'im sick. I've seen tae look in 'is eyes." : He waved off that thought and went back to a happier topic.: " I can nay wait fer yer cookin' 'gain, Eirian. Yer goin' tae turn me intae a fat man..." :He smirked.: <D>
Eirian Apollius
"You look like my brother's husband, but you are not him, Galen. Remember that.You may share his features and as you age, may even find the good in him..but just because you share a few things doesn't mean you share all things. You come home at adventure's end, aref aithful to those you love, and have proven many times over the power of those fine qualities. You are a good in every way, child." Said the woman who was perhaps ten to eleven years his elder. She smiled, taking his hand in her own before kissing it, "and Talion considers Maahes a special soul to him, so are his children all special unto me. Now, the festival will be wonderful. All sorts of our finest fair made from the harvests, autumn market, games and dances. Surely you will bring a young woman no?" She laughed, putting fingers in steeple form to make peaks. "The children will sit down to go to that, I promise you, and tell them if they behave when you see fit they may come over, for sweet apple tarts and thick cream as a reward to share with Hope and Luke. And for you, let more than their happiness be your reward. Make some good life for yourself here. There is plenty of room, I hope one day you will ask me for a parcel of land of your own." (d)
Galen Vasilios
: Oceanic blues mixed with tempered steel looked towards Eirian without falter, though his brows did dip together in contemplation.: " Aye, I walk M'own path. Tis something I 'ave known fer awhile, but tae fear is always in m'heart. They say 'e 'as turned a new leaf, but all leaves turn brown an' wither away. I doubt it will last." : A bitterness filled his tone for the smallest of moments.: " Eirian, ye flatter me wit' such words, if only I could believe 'em m'self. I 'ave tae confidence o' a snail, ye know..." :He cracked half a smile. As she spoke on and took his hands, a blush crossed his cheeks. A splash of crimson upon skin of gold. He lowered his head some to lightly brush his lips against her temple in thanks.: " T'ank ye, Eirian. Ye always were like a Mother tae me...." : Bashful words slipped from his mouth as he drew back to watch her features once more. Brow rose innocently at the mention of a woman and his face became flushed once more.: " T'ere is a Lady, I 'ave been in tae company o'. Lady Windsor's companion, Rhona....." : His eyes glowed with mirth as he shook his head.: " She's a fiery spirit...." : Both hands were drawn to his sides now as he continued to speak.: " Bribe tae little ones an' they will follow m'instructions. I t'ink it will work, food always made me sit still..." : A smile broke free once more from the sanctity of his mouth.: " In time, perhaps I shall ask ye fer such. But fer now I am content tae offer M'self to m'family...." <d>
Eirian Apollius
" I think ye only need tae know how good ye truly are." Sapphire blue viewed him with tenderness, in his sea she was a steady sky that appeared with stars every night and with sun came in the morning. "Ye are a good, and kind man . A snail's confidence simply won't do. It will grow better with time, you'll see. One can't court a lady behaving as a snail so your shell must certainly be bigger." She ordered one of the dark ales just to see how it went, asking if he wished one with a gentle cant of head in the direction of the bar. "Rhona Brogain seems full of vigor! Life! Perfect companion for such as yourself. Enjoy the courtship..that is what it is all about when you are young." She was one of the younger of the nation's inhabitants within the court, but seemed so ageless at times. "And we shall drink to life perhaps?" (d)
Galen Vasilios
: Oceanic blues mixed with tempered steel looked towards Eirian without falter, though his brows did dip together in contemplation.: " Aye, I walk M'own path. Tis something I 'ave known fer awhile, but tae fear is always in m'heart. They say 'e 'as turned a new leaf, but all leaves turn brown an' wither away. I doubt it will last." : A bitterness filled his tone for the smallest of moments.: " Eirian, ye flatter me wit' such words, if only I could believe 'em m'self. I 'ave tae confidence o' a snail, ye know..." :He cracked half a smile. As she spoke on and took his hands, a blush crossed his cheeks. A splash of crimson upon skin of gold. He lowered his head some to lightly brush his lips against her temple in thanks.: " T'ank ye, Eirian. Ye always were like a Mother tae me...." : Bashful words slipped from his mouth as he drew back to watch her features once more. Brow rose innocently at the mention of a woman and his face became flushed once more.: " T'ere is a Lady, I 'ave been in tae company o'. Lady Windsor's companion, Rhona....." : His eyes glowed with mirth as he shook his head.: " She's a fiery spirit...." : Both hands were drawn to his sides now as he continued to speak.: " Bribe tae little ones an' they will follow m'instructions. I t'ink it will work, food always made me sit still..." : A smile broke free once more from the sanctity of his mouth.: " In time, perhaps I shall ask ye fer such. But fer now I am content tae offer M'self to m'family...." <d>
Eirian Apollius
" I think ye only need tae know how good ye truly are." Sapphire blue viewed him with tenderness, in his sea she was a steady sky that appeared with stars every night and with sun came in the morning. "Ye are a good, and kind man . A snail's confidence simply won't do. It will grow better with time, you'll see. One can't court a lady behaving as a snail so your shell must certainly be bigger." She ordered one of the dark ales just to see how it went, asking if he wished one with a gentle cant of head in the direction of the bar. "Rhona Brogain seems full of vigor! Life! Perfect companion for such as yourself. Enjoy the courtship..that is what it is all about when you are young." She was one of the younger of the nation's inhabitants within the court, but seemed so ageless at times. "And we shall drink to life perhaps?" (d)
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Galen Vasilios
: Galen let out a slow chuckle as he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as a smile escaped.: " Perhaps I shall be more like a crab then, an' seek better shelter upon tae shore. As ye said, over time I will grow an' soon I'll be needin' better company then M'own thoughts..." : Galen spoke like a man past his prime. Just as she was ageless, he was an old soul stuck in a Youth's body. Galen's eyes flitted to the side almost in unison with the cant of Eirian's head.: " I'll partake...." : He said softly. Laughter was soon breeching the walls of his chest as mirth bubbled up his throat.: " Aye, that she is. A smart lass, wit' a kind soul. But t'ere is fire in 'er. Suchflames could burn tae fingers o' any man 'ho touches 'er...." : When the ale arrived, he carefully took one in his grasp and raised it in agreement.: " Indeed, 'tis a mighty fine t'ing to toast tae...." <d>
Eirian Apollius
"To life! To what has been, what is, and what has yet to be. May it be beautiful. Cheers my dear..She clinked her pint to his with a wry, all knowing grin. Some say that the woman understood the sea of time as much as a captain understood the sort made out of water. "Your own thoughts have more company even now, your brothers and sisters are still so young you will hardly be able to have yourself think. I am so blessed to have Talion's son but one of his blood is plenty. Hope is his by rearing and she favors him so, good heavens. I can not fathom three or four, my head would gray! You need a smart lass, mmm. But for now you need not to be a crab. Or a garden snail. Nor a turtle either." She looked up at the ceiling before brushing loose strands of hair away. "Life will be good I promise you that. It must be after we have all been through so, so much." She looked to the table, "Change is inevitable. Your father wishes to retire, where as my husband wisehs to re-enter the service." It was a secret fear shekept close to her sacred heart, the worry of death at last taking a spouse when all God had done was hide them away. Of truly being left behind this time, for she had been married twice, promised thrice. (d)
Galen Vasilios
: Her speech was heartfelt and Galen found himself enamored by her words. She was so wise beyond her years and Galen would be foolish to not heed her advice. Be it far from him to ignore a good thing when it was placed in front of him. A stubborn mule at times but no more then any other man with pride. He raised his mug and clinked it softly against her own as he took a hearty pull. It was very good, a rich and earthy flavor that did nothing more than please his tastebuds before it slid down his throat. He took in a deep breath as he set the glass down and chuckled once more.: " Ye 'ave no idea. I am still getting' use tae names, I call each one by tae other's title. And I 'ave tae 'ideM'fingers from Bess. Oh, is she a biter..." : He flexed his index finger for a second just to make sure it was still attatched.: " Ye'd think, she'd prefer tae taste o' sweet cider over 'er kin. But it's nay so..." : He eyed her for a second and smirked.: " Ye would look wit' silver 'air, Eirian..." : He said jokingly as he took up his mug of ale once more. He favored it with his attention as another sip was taken, slower this time.: " What, I can nay be a turtle either? Yer takin' all M'favorite animals outta th'picture, Eirian!" : A jest with good faith as he continued to drink. He peered over the rim of his cup, lashes falling to half mass as he breathed in deeply the scent of the brew. But all humor faded as she opened her heart to him and revealed a secret fear.: " Aye, change is as unpredictable as Th'wind but we take it as it comes, let it fill our sails and take us tae new places..." : He studied her gaze for a moment as he held the drink against his stomach.: " 'e wishes tae go back into tae service?" : That should not have been so shocking after all, men like him never really leave the Military for it is etched into their heart and soul.: " I fear ye can never stop tae 'eart o' a warrior, only wish it seeks other venues...." : He gave a slow shrug.: <d>
Eirian Apollius
"No, a warrior's heart is constant and true. He left the service because it haunted him, now I think what haunted him as been amended. He has far more vigor and youth, than a man his age.." For fifty Apollo only looked a little older than his wife. Or perhaps he was older than fifty now? The years peeled away like layers only to come to the center of this. Her advice was borne from observations and a life lived. Above all else she strove never to be a hypocrite as she gave others words to live by. She laughed a hearty laugh, lifting up her mug with a grin, "You have no place in animal shells nor bellies nor with anything but comparison to their parts. As comfortable on the sea as a gull or a dolphin, the heart of a lion, the cunning of a tiger. No, no where in there are any shells to be available. Maybe the memory of an elephant? Komor might bless you with that. There are many names, titles, but we still try to stay a simple people. I suppose you know Beathag, or Bess as many call her, is the Queen. Her husband Adam is King. Your father the Lord General. My husband a military advisor and the pair of us together make poor old royals for a land we no longer sit upon. What title will you ascertain? I can not abide Sir Crab. Of your brothers and sisters..mm..write them down? On your hand wehre none could see? I remember in the pair of lessons I ever gave you that you did that once." (d)