Caden Returns Continued (Open)

[Caden J. Robertson]

Caden had returned to the Castle with his cousin in the wee hours of the morning, having retrieved his bag from his rented rooms and escorted her home, unwilling to let her return on her own despite her having been at the docks by herself in the first place.

It had taken him an hour or so after settling into his rooms to sleep. It had been so long since he had slept in a place so quiet, it felt almost strange. Gone were the cries and screams, the snores the calls of men above as they kept the ship going in the right directions. Even more strange had been the soft comfortable bed.

Exhaughstion had won out and finally he had slept for a few hours. He woke before the others and slipped out, Tavish at his heels. A few of the guards gave him a wary look as he stepped past them, a tall dark cloaked figure trailed by a large white tiger. The presence of the big cat was all that stopped them from calling out to him, from demanding his business here.

Silently he slipped out of the Castle and into the city. Booted feet making quiet taps on the surface of the street. Merchants and shop owners looked up from their morning tasks eyeing the pair warily. Slowly he wandered down the streets, his hands buried in his pockets, his cloak pulled closed like a shield, his hood up over his face, a mysterious figure moving like a wraith amongs the begining bustle of the early morning preparations for the day.

As he passed he heard low whispers filled with question and wonder. While strangers were common here, he and his strange companion drew more curiosity then most. And more caution. Someone who could command such a dangerous beast had to be just as dangerous, didn't he?

He mused quietly as he wandered the familliar streets, refamilliarizing himself with the city he had once known as well as he had known his own home growing up. His mind worked backwards, letting the echos of memories long suppresed for sanity's sake.

Memories of conversations held with the Queen before she became Queen. Memories of wandering the streets and gardens at the side of Eirian as she taught the children, he himself a most rapt student, thirsting for knowlege. It seemed so distant now. A cherished thought to keep his mind from being over taken by pain, by violence.

Even as a young seasoned Kight he had been nieve, unexperienced. His life these past six years had taught him that. Taught him how evil people really could be. He thought of the things he had been forced to do. Not with a sword to his throat, or a whip to his back, but because they learned if they threatened another he would do anything they asked to save that other suffered. Most time it was innocent women or small children, anyone too weak to defend themselves when he could stop their suffering by doing what was demanded of him.

He stopped in the middle of the street the memories almost crippling, his hands curled into fists under his cloak and a low growl slid past his lips as visions flashed behind his blue gaze reminding him inevitably of what had happened, what he had lost. Only the touch of Tavish's head to his hip could draw him back to the present. Others in the street stared wide eyed at the growling crouching man now being soothed by the large striped feline. Even a few Guards had stopped and drawn swords uncertain if this strange man had gone crazy.

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

*Scene/Description Notes: The pair move from the city streets, to an eatery, and lastly in to the hall where the artisans live among their variety of paths/guild, feel free to join!

Lady Apollius

"Caden, let it go."

Could one voice overcome the many inside of his head? Could one simple, little voice be enough to slice through the old memories to replace them with the winter world in which he stood with her? If it were so, he would feel the small hands grip him by both arms. She shook him before letting the palms smooth up and down over the warm coverings. The guard, ready to draw swords against him, were cautioned against it by the small woman. What power did she have to still them? Only that won by respect and dignity, the same he had with them in his earlier days. "You would not so quick to draw swords on your on if you knew why. It is memory, pain. Harming him. Put up your weapons and leave my cousin to himself." Yestereve was a surreal night. She had walked with him to where only a bag now contained his entire life, a bag, when many rooms once did that. One bag, when it could have been held in many cases. One bag to equate all the years he had been gone, all the lose he had endured. When he asked of her solitude she told him that it was only her escort keeping a suitable distance, but that she by no means took to the city streets in the day or evening without such. Boldness was replaced by sense as one ages, she'd said with a grin. To be in his shadow again, though she felt the safest she had in a very long time. Now it was her turn in the light of day to bring him to himself. Already the servants of the castle clicked their tongues at how the Artisan brought a young man in to the confines, one they could not recognize but she implicitly knew. How shocking that his rooms would be beside her own, one of the unmade rooms in the few already allotted her. (d)



Sir Robertson

Her voice cut through the pain and the memories, the feel of her small hands on his arms burning through the cloak and infusing them with warmth. His breath coming in short quick bursts slowly eased into deeper calmer breaths. His eyes remained closed, his hand on his sword some instinct deep inside that instilled self preservation had heard the drawn swords and his hand had gone to his ready to defend himself and the small woman who knelt in the middle of the snow filled street. at her words the sound of the swords being replaced in their scabbards barely registered but he knew he no longer needed his own. His hand relaxed and one arm slid around her while the other clung to the neck of the large cat at his side he leaned on them both as his body shook and the old painful memories faded and reality invaded. "Thank you Cousin. " He whispered softly his pale eyes opening to meet hers. Slowly the cold against his knee registered, the feel of the wide eyed stares from the people on the street mad
him more cautious. Slowly he stood on shaking legs that became steadier by the moment. The fire of the past cleared from his eyes and his gaze became warm and greatful. Gently he kissed her forehead and whispered. "It is early and cold Cousin, you should be inside sleeping." He flashed her a crooked smile that same old smile that no matter what the years had done to him would always be there. (d)

Lady Apollius

The large feline beast at his side won him no quick friends; the wide berth was only filled by the guards who thought the time to do duty was at hand. If it weren't for the artisan's words, what would duty have cost? It was a price too high to pay on either side, she thought. Tavish would find she curled her fingers around the Tiger's head. Exotic creatures were a sign of the nobility, a sign of their extremist preferences."Shouldn't he be in a menagerie?" Said a passerby as the party of people began to break apart. "Shouldn't he and his keeper be in one?" A woman offered, pulling her cloak tighter as if the chill came from Caden, not winter. She sighed softly, smiling up at him. "You're welcome. Do not lecture me on the season, and it is morning. I am from the country, we are well awake by this hour given we pray far sooner than others to tend our animals. Fortunatly I awoke to see after my kinsmen no? You were gone before we could break fast together. These garments are too thin.." She scolded the fabric, feeling it."We will purchase more suitable attire for you, a few pairs and I shall hear no protest. Of course I must work on some thing for you myself as time allows but it will not do to have you cold now." (d)




Sir Robertson

The comments of the crowd rolled off his back unheeded. He had heard them so many times before. Even Tavish lifted his head pridefully as if he understood them those eyes rested balefully, almost scornfully on the speakers making the woman squeak and scurry off biting off any more words she might have spoken. Caden almost smiled down at the big cat. "My cloak is fine Cousin..... " He started to speak and then when her tone hardened telling him not to argue he huffed. " fine but i will pay for them." While he was left with only one bag of posessions, he was by no means poor. He was a smart man and had made himself some money on his trip home. And Unlike many nobles he had known he did not squander his coin on fine things, He put it away for good use later. even now the bottom of his cloak was wighted down by the coin sewn into the seams. pouches sewn into the inner lining held paper bills. "We were out far too late, I did n ot think you would be up for several hours yet." He said softly. "Come my Cousin, Let's find some breakfast. I am hungry and I know Tavish is as well." Here he raised his voice his eyes lighting with amusement. "If we dont feed him soon he might find something else to break his fast on."
(d)



Lady Apollius

"It would not do to have him eat one of the citizens of the city, I fear that such difference is often contained for private pleasure. Soon they will remember you though, soon enough. For now to your peace. And breakfast. And yours too my lord." Why was she not afraid of the tiger? Eirian was by no means unused to tamed exotic creatures, be it by living in the islands with the occasional entity or in her travels. Whispers started of how the Lady Apollius took him under her wing with no reservation! It was a small shield to have, but one all the same. The trio would walk to an eatery not far away, no tone of the major taverns but it would do. "The food here is excellent, my students will eat nothing else, and if the young may so might the elder." She linked her arm with his as they walked, saying, "I have always been a child of the moon, Caden, don't you remember? I would stay up for hours..with needle or loom listening to the night. It has not changed over much, only the reason to arise is quite of the necessity to my children, husband, household or some other task. It is different to be at court again..I assure you." The clothes that were worn, the quality of the wool turned to damask with the golden thread weaving flowers and lions across her bodice and sleeves. The appearance of pearls, small signs of modest wealth. The apollius family only attired so to go to church, for a festivity, or their trips to the city. By no means poor, the quality of their clothes was greater yet still in simple colors, appreciative of being in the soil or among the people. It was not without embellishment, yet far more mild. Eirian had not been so high a lady in a long while. Even this would be covered by her robes at time, when among the guild hall or with students. Such a life..she felt she had gone back in time. Or was it forward? Even the Lord Apollius dressed in a lordly fashion now. (d)


Sir Robertson

"Aye I remember Cousin. But that does not mean that you would not sleep late. " He gave her a bit of a grin then stepped into the eatery with her. For a moment he would pause looking around the small room. The serving girl would take pause her bright smile of greeting dieing on her lips the moment she spotted the large cat. Had anyone else other then Lady Eirian been the one to enter with them she would have shooed them out the door before they could say a word, but as it was she would take a deep breath and keeping as much space from them as possible she would greet them. Caden's back stiffened for just a moment more then a little used to such reactions. Without a word to the girl he would p ull a chair out for Eirian wait for her to sit then would himself take a seat. Movement around the room would only continue after the big cat slid under the table to lay at Caden's feet. " You know what is good Cousin, please order for us both as well as a plate of meat for Tavish." He sat back pulling the cowl of his cloak up around his face tighter wrapping himself in even more mystery as he refused to let any see his dark features. All they could see was the glitter of his blue eyes which held a spark of amusement as he watched the women move giving them as much space as they could possibly manage without spilling their plates. (d)


Lady Apollius

"Yes it does. It means that like the constant nature of the moon, some things may never change." She smiled in returned, a warm, bright thing. What made her a child of the moon was as easy to denote as the dark appearance, pale skin, and sky colored eyes. Who was he a part of now? Sun lived meant Caden had been sun burnt. It was time to live in the glory of the light, not its pain. Once all were inside, Eirian gently lifted her hand to the serving girl, "Good morning and..fear not. The creature will not harm you if you do nothing to provoke it, he is joined to his keeper.." "Who..who keeps such a creature m'lady?" Eirian looked down to Tavish, pondering the cat who's tail flipped back and forth with a lazy ease. He laid under the table Eirian would lead them too "People who are interested in them, and it needn't always be in a menagerie. A fresh loaf of bread, pouridge, and bacon please..thank you. A plate of meat for the animal.." (d)


Sir Robertson

"A man who is almost as much beast as the creature." He almost said those words aloud. Instead they rattled around in his mind as he listened to his cousin speak to the girl. He felt their curious stares felt a mix of scorn and fear and curiosity. When the girl trotted off to retrieve their meal he leaned forward towards his cousin. "Tell me more about Hope and Luke please Cousin?" he wanted to know all he could about his family. Well at least her family. Their bond was so strong and deep no other family really mattered, especially since Jonas was gone. No one else mattered but Eirian and her children. Under the table his foot moved against Tavish's side making the big cat give a rumbling purr. He smiled a little as the sound made the women jump a little his eyes twinkling mischeviously at his cousin, letting her know he was amused by their reactions to him rather then irritated. (d)


Lady Apollius

"The children are wonderful, both of of them bright and smart, Hope more so as she ages. I suspect that Luke will follow with time. For now Luke is learning his letters, prayers, and little tasks of his parents such as feeding the animals, different seeds or trees. Hope is a child of both educations, the out of doors and the world of books." People, fickle people. Drinking over cups of cider or ale, staring, whispering. Some bid the lady good morning with harsh acceptance of her company. Some feared what came in with them, on four legs or in whispers. "Hope is taking to her lessons in writing and reading, and is well in to appropriately aged little primers of manners, prayer, and I give her stories of fancy to cultivate her questions." Eirian had a mother's pride about her, always glowing when she spoke of her children, "The country life suits them. In the country they take their lessons with either myself or my ladies, if not their father when his time permits. We take pride in their education thusly. Within a few years they will be ready for the parish school, we have settled one within the last pair of years for the village children, it is of course patroned more by those who are of some money gained over time but we have seen more of the lesser farmers there. They are not for mixing thelittle ones, so the ladies are educated in a different room, but the subjects are the same. It is still the custom to educate most children at home, but we have had such teachers inspired in the valley that it suits them to practice their lessons upon the children. Luke is a boy of the wild, he will trace his letters in dirt more than paper. He will hold the language of the world more than books, but I believe he will read them in trees. His sister reads to him in the field from her primers. She takes being his elder sister in this regard very seriously," She laughed heartily. It felt..good. Right again. "You could find no prouder mother. Now that we are at court she is of a good age to learn lady's matters, how the court prefers and champions things, hear a little French, she excells at learning the needle, naturally, sewing little buttons and little flowers. She has not minded, as much as I thought, wearing her finer clothes. Luke has not minded so long as he can play with Prince Gabriel, the Queen's youngest son." (d)


Sir Robetson

He grins a little bit. "they are very much like their Mother, with just enough of their father to make them well rounded." He said quietly. "I can't wait to see them. To see how Hope has grown." He loved to listen to her talk of her children, of how smart they are and how much joy they give her. The conversation kept his mind busy while they ate. And when they finished their meal he would sit back slowly sipping at the hot drinks they had been served. His rough hands wrapping around the mug and bringing it to his lips, managing to keep the hood in place. His eyes found hers, from her he took his strength and slowly he let the hood fall back to reveal the dark hair and skin, the more rugged looks of a man replacing that of the boy he once was. The nasty scar standing out like a sore thumb against his dark skin, pale and ugly marring the good looks, hiding the kind heart that lay beneath the rough exterior. "You speak of ladies teaching the children, have you no men teaching them as well? And what Is Hope's favorite fanciful story? Does she still like the dragon's tales that i wrote for her?"(d)


Lady Apollius

"We have men whom teach, it is quite familial at home. The Steward, his son, and Talion are well with Luke. He is already learning what to watch for in horses, with the animals and land, how to put feathers to an arrow. He is the son of an General, and a man whom was thought well enough to be a king. He is not lacking." It was not often mentioned much, but the household's ladies and men never tired with the pride of knowing that the house they helped to keep was one of a King and Queen, no matter what was said of councils, or lands fallen, or times agone. It was a house of reclaimed royal blood, and with the Lady Eirian having some scottish relation through marriage it seemed to cement the fact they belonged all the more. The relations were also, like the first, not mentioned much now. "she enjoys your book of tales. I tell her often who wrote them, and I believe she is able to recall you from her own memories, not those told to her. She is an adept little girl. Luke was told where the stories came as well, they also have an elder brother, Talion's son Saul, who would tell him tales on his visits. He is a wanderer. The woods are in the apollius blood, the mountains and rock as much as the fields and stream are in mine. " Her eyes matched his to some extent, the darkness of his hair the same side of a raven's wing. She wondered of his family how close to the Welsh features his Scottish blood was. She wondered how it was that a land she had come to call her own had tied her to it this way. As much as she watned to touch his scar, she didn't. It wouldn't be prudent in public, but later she wanted to heal what didn't look to be healed with salves. She wanted to give it over to good hands, and use her own hands to love him by acts of service. "Hope looks like us, though she has a more robust flush to her cheek, she was born perfectly healthy. Nothing marrs her even as she ages, same with luke. No weakness, no blindness, no sickness or injury save what children are apt to get. God answered my prayers. What seperates her from us of course is th eshape of her eye, the brown color where my blue falls in the center of it" (d)


Sir Robertson

He thought back in his memories drawing up vague memories of Saul. He met him a few times if memory served him well. "I am glad they know. And I would be very surprised if she actually has memories of me. She was so tiny when I left for the Argyll lands." The mention of the Argylls brought a frown to his lips and a furrow to form between his dark brows. Visions of a red headed green eyed beauty flashed behind his blue gaze and sadness filled them as her loss hit him hard as it always did. His jaw muscle twitched as he clenched his teeth, the scar rippling under the movement making it almost like a living thing. It took several deep breaths before he could speak again. Even then he did not speak right away searching for a way to change the subject, to lead it away from painful memories. Instead he came to his feet and with him did Tavish as well. He reached his hand out to his Cousin, "Let us walk Cousin." he suddenly needed out from under the stares of the patrons, the whispers, the caution
He stood waiting for her to stand his eyes going to the door, desperate to escape suddenly but refusing to leave without her. The door pushed open and a figure slipped through. He stiffened and his muscles tightened. He did not know the man, but he had the same look about him as one of his captors had had. Every instinct inside him had him pulled in two directions, One was to cower and hide, the other was to destroy the man and the chance that he could harm anyone. If not for the stares, and his Cousin right there he might have reacted badly, it took all he had to remain there rooted to the spot while he waited to feel his cousin's hand on his arm so he could lead her out. (d)

Lady Apollius

"You will be so then pleasently surprised. Yes, she was young wasn't she? Not even a year .." Had it been so long? Eirian looked in to her now empty bowl, back to the cup as if to see the image of him leaving for what his destiny was at the time: a clan's heir, its hope. Making a marriage to unite the two, only to fall so far from grace not of his own election. Pain could be a palpable thing; no sooner did Eirian consider the possiblity than Caden's face twisted. "Cousin? Caden listen to me.." she said aloud as she stood up the moment he stood up. The upset and confusion his features were also twisted by a war-rage, an old fear. "Yes, lets go. Thank you for the food," she called back to the keep who didn't know what to do, wanting to tell her not to bring her companion back again. She left extra coin on the table.."Come, Tavish.."she called to the Tiger as they moved out the door, not doubting he'd be close to Caden posthaste(d)



Sir Robertson

Once outside he took deep breaths, taking in the crisp cold air. His hands lifted to pull his hood up, a shield, a cover to hide behind. Inside he shook, hating himself for such weakness, but knowing there was nothing he could do about it. His head fell back and his eyes looked skyward, as if perhaps he was questioning God, and His reasons for letting things be as they were. This was not the case, instead he was thanking God for the strength to keep from slicing that man in two, when his whole body almost ached to do so knowing deep down, that man was up to no good and those who lay hidden in the depths of his ship were not faring near as well as the ships Captain. But he had no proof of it, had no way of really knowing other then his own gut. It took him several long moments to come back to reality. Quietly he whispered. " I am sorry Cousin for being so rude." It was all he could say. He turned his head to stare at the door and then waited patiently for Eirian to lead the way. Let her guide him where she wanted to go. For if he followed his own feet it would land him in a world of trouble that he didn't need or want. As they moved through the streets, now louder and bustling with far more people, Tavish kept close pressing against his human companion's legs. Caden wondered for a moment if he was even fit for polite company, his reactions thus far had proved him to be less then ready. He shook his head and wondered for half a second where his manners had gone. Slowly he let Eirian's voice and presence sooth him, his tense frame slowly relaxing. The angry look on his features slowly went away, it was good that his hood was up now for the look on his face would have made the guards start to wonder if he meant the Lady harm. (d)

Lady Apollius

"No, think nothing of it. Let us go somewhere with fewer eyes and more peace. All is well." Was it? It could be made that way if it wasn't with the right amount of action to compliment belief. As they mulled through the streets, a wide berth was created when people realized the creature pushing close to their legs could eat a man with one bite. She let Caden put an arm around her if she wanted. Did people think he would take her against her will? Some looked poised to 'assist' until Eirian shook her head no. The journey seemed to be so, so far from one point to another. Before the castle, the closest place to go would be her chambers among the Artisans and their many factions. Up the hill walked the trio and to the door which she bid the guard open for them; if it weren't for her face.. "My lady..whom...are you well?" "yes, he is my cousin, Sir Robertson, Caden. Do you not recall?" "he is..much changed." "So are we all my lord, let us in?" So it was done. Onward beyond servants to the end of a wing where Eirian kept several rooms to herself for use by her family or a guest of her choosing, where she could face the rising moon and the sun all at once. It was not until this door was open and shut that she felt...safe. (d)


Sir Robertson

Through the streets they traveled. Caden moved in an almost stony silence. His eyes missed nothing, The hands resting cautiously on sword handles, the quick steps back, the look on the Guards face as he tried to remember the boy now a much changed man. He let Eirian do the speaking and followed her to her rooms. It was not till the door was closed that he would take a step away from her and began to pace the room, pent up energy, nerves, that on going battle that he feared would have no end. For a long time he did not speak did not look at her. He found himself standing at the window after pushing his hood back and off, feeling safe to do so only here in the privacy of her rooms. His hands bit into the wood and stone of the sill whispering quietly soft words barely heard. " I failed dear Cousin. Failed them all. They begged for saving and I could not help a one of them." (d)


Lady Apollius

"Caden, no. You did not fail them, you were as bound as any and no man can be anything but himself. Caden you must not put this to blame on yourself or it will harm your soul all the days you live.." He moved from her so fast! She sat down in one of the chairs at a nearby table, the other empty for he wasn't there. Tavish would curl up by the small fire in kept so winter wouldn't over power the old hall. He paced, a wild, caged creature. "Caden..come here." She lifted a hand to him, hoping he would take it. "Please come and listen to me, with your mind and all of your heart my lord." (d)



Sir Robertson

Her soft words called to him and after a moment he would turn and come to her putting his hand in hers and coming to his knees at her feet. For several long moments he looked up at her tears sliding down his cheeks. The only person to ever see him cry, to see him mourn for the losses he had born. " You do not understand Cousin, they died because of me. Someone wanted me broken, they killed those on the ship every last one of them that was crossing back with me. Saving Sienna for last, ravaging and killing her because I refused to submit to them. They died because of me and there was nothing I could do about it." He spoke in a harsh whisper, his hands fisting at her sides, His head dropped to her lap his eyes tightly closed against the visions that ripped through his mind, thoughts and memories locked away for sanity's sake now rushing forth like a flood suddenly released, knowing deep down he had to tell someone, finally explaine to this one person who meant everything to him just what had happened Not because she asked, not because she demanded the k nowlege, but because she was the only one he trusted with that knowledge. He clung to her legs like a child alone and lost. Tears running unchecked for the first time in six years.(d)


Lady Apollius

The heart he touched was never one made of stone. Resiliance born of trial, her shield was faith, her sword made of equal parts love and compassion. Eirian didn't expect the warrior to fall on his knees. To soak her hems with tears, to hold her as if she were the only thing in a harsh sea. The Lady unburdened her soul, too, sighing out as he cried. She wrapped her fingers in his hair before her hands clasped there, holding is head in place so she could look at him. "That was men's cruelty, men taken by Lucifer with no love in their hearts, wicked men, not you. You did what you were always bidden to do .Never yield. For if you had yielded they would have killed them only for the delight of tormenting that same soul.I am not God, Caden. Nor can I pretend to know his will despite what tools he may have lent me to fathom better the world of mankind, but know that those poor souls are at peace. No more pain, no agony, and in you what was not done of them may be done as you reckon to go on with life. My poor cousin, I am sorry. I am sorry you must reckon with it, but your wife and child are in the arms of Mary and the Christ, adorned in the love of God. They will be as your angels now, to guide, to watch over you. They would not wish ill and pain for the rest of your days, nor do I." She slid from her chair, bringing her body with him. Easing it down until his head was against her shoulder, until he was in her shadow for once, not she in his. Warm, salty tears slid from her shut eyes. "We will mourn together for all you have lost ,you and I, we will mourn. We will give remembrance of them, and see them given rite of the church in blessing for their souls as if it were all saints, you and I. We will go on together, always. I love you Caden. I will let no harm come to you so God allow me to forbid it." (d)

Sir Robertson

Her words slipped into his mind and soul slowly taking root. A man raised to protect and defend, once held helpless in the face of others as their lives were ripped from them while he watched, unable to reach his sword. His one attempt to do so had nearly cost him his life, and had earned him that scar on his cheek, a physical reminder of his persoal failings, or so he had always thought of it. when she came down onto the floor with him he started to protest but knew it would be of no use, she would do as she pleased. His head came to rest on her shoulder, his tears slowing. His mind and soul calming at her words. She was always his balm, the calming voice in the night to sooth any troubles that might come along. He had missed her more then he could ever say. "I love you too Eirian. " He spoke quietly. He wanted to swear to protect her to the best of his abilities but he had already done that, sworn an oath years ago. It did not need repeating. He smiled a little at the last of her wordsknowing she would protect him as fiercely as he would protect her. Slowly his frame would relax and he would sit back shifting just enough that it was her head that rested on his shoulder his back against the chair and his arm around her resting quietly, companionably. He spoke quietly, much calmer now. " I have carried the blame for their deaths for a long time Cousin. It will not be easy to let go of." Nor would the sight of Sienna's accusing gaze be erased so easily. The pain in them, the anger that he could not save her from such humiliation, the shock in them when the death blow came. Those would last in his brain, likely forever. His head dropped to rest atop hers and his gaze stared into the flames of the fire. (d)


Lady Apollius

"No, it shall never be diminished in clarity but the meaning may well be rectified, forgiveness reaches across worlds Caden. Between this world and those where our loved ones rest, forgiveness may do all manner of things. One may not remember how overnight, but over time a great many things can happen." When he cried his fill against her shoulder he shifted them so the smaller was again craddled by the bigger, so the small moon curved inside of his cool earthen shadow. She smiled now, tear stained cheeks were allowed to let the tear trails dry. With her fingers now wound through Tavish fur. She hadn't known how much to miss times like this, this humble companionship, until it was returned. "are you still hungry, caden? You didn't take too much in the little eatery, shall I have something sent for you here, and a warm bath?" (d)


Sir Robertson

He felt her smile and his arm tightened around her shoulders. Forgiveness. He wondered if Sienna truly would have forgiven him. He knew how stubborn she was. He hoped that she would realize he would have done anything to save her had he been able. When Eirian'shand moved to trail through Tavish's fur it drew his gaze. Quietly calmly he answered. " No I am not hungry. But a bath, that I could use." He brushed his lips against her forehead gently and whispered. "thank you, Eirian, for being you, and for always being there when I truly need you" Of course he had needed her during his absence but he would not tell her that. In truth it was thoughts of her and Hope that had given him the strength to keep going when nothing else could. In the long dark nights he had longed for her wisdom, her strength, her calming hand as she offered it now. She was the medicated balm that would heal his soul. (d)


Lady Apollius

"You are welcome. Were that I could have done more years agone, but it was not in our hands. Now, now is what is in our hands and I will cherish every moment of your return Caden.." She rolled over to her knees, putting her hands on top of them while she sat on top of the small, boot covered heels. "May we pray the Lord never to be parted again, and you find all your fortune between here and the Bant Chan Ser." She stood up then only to move her tiny figure to the large door, opening it but a crack to summon a page, who was instructed to trouble a maid for a light repast of a warm chicken broth with bread and some ale. Caden had, in her opinion, weight to gain back to his figure. It was like the world couldn't come in to their little secret! "Here, look.." She went to her sketch book and opened to a page of the children. Was that Hope there? " This is one I save ,and do a little one of her each year...this was her at the age of three, plump cheeks, already so much hair! now look..five..near to six. the way she is now..." The baby's roundness left for a child's solid make. Her limbs were thin but not weak, her height none too tiny or tall but just right. Things all around her face? Wisps of hair, pieces of grass from a crown she'd made. Eirian laughed at a distance as she'd done that sketch. The girls baby fingers were turning to the slender lot of her mother's. Art hands. She might have some of her father's advantage of height, being somewhat taller than her mother by a good several inches as showed promise ot stretch out. Her oriental eyes had little mysteries, and even without color he could tell the starbursts in the middle of her eye was wear teh blue color rested. Now, Luke? Her brother was beneath, still a gangly thing with infancy clinging in to his face. Delicious, plump rosy cheeks, a head of Talion's hair, his father's eyes, but it was Eirian's face it all settled in. His nose, her mouth, her ears. He was a sturdy boy indeed! He was sittng with Talion, learning of birds when she'd drawn him. "My pride and joy."(d)


Sir Robertson

He grinned as she showed him those drawings, so lifelike so perfect. his fingers had traced the lines of Hopes face in each picture, taking in the changes as each one was shown. He grinned as he saw the boy and heard her words. " Aye and well they should be." He said quietly. For a moment just the briefest of seconds he allowed himself to wonder just what his child would have looked like had the babe been born. He shook his head refusing to allow himself that thought. When the knock came to announce the arrival of the maid he came to his feet to answer letting his cousin take a few moments to her self as she looked at the drawings of her children(d)

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

In the Streets With Others, So Cometh the World - Part I

*Scene proceeds back in to the open streets, and onward to supper at the Briar Rose, feel free to reply in both the streets and join the party sitting for supper.

Lady Apollius

All things were possible with hospitality. Peace came in a second turn at breaking fast with broth, bread, and one another in the confines of the Artisan's room in the Hall of Guilds. By the sanctity of her fire all things were made one and holy with the goodness of family. Laughter rose to seal the openings pressed in by profuse amounts of pain. Yet as with all good things the sun's shift in the sky as shown through the pulled back curtains ment the world was still calling. "The children will be done withtheir lessons by now.." For indeed most of the day had passed until it became the lazy afternoon. Sun slid away earlier in winter so it meant the light appeared fragile, weak. "Will even have played with their fellows. They will be with the children of the court, and the lessons were out abouts today, they may even be near here. Shall we to fetch them?" It was more a statement to her cousin than a question. Ever the mother who kept track of hours, Eirian was pulling on gloves, her cape of fur, and using the hood to cover her now braided and pinned hair. What idle little things made with such care! Appearences now counted for something within the city. Around a twist in the bend, back beyond the halls, and to the outside world of the streets the Artisan appeared waiting for the children to come froma building across the way, led by the women who followed them with constant fidelity to the practice. She positioned herself just on the corner to be seen by them, ever cautious to spring in to the road should Luke forget his 'little lord behavior' and scare his mother by darting after a cart again (d)

Sir Robertson

Caden grinned at the possiblity of seeing the children for the first time in so long, of course it would be the first time he had seen Luke. He came to his feet almost effortlessly, their previous conversation tucked away. He pulled his hood up over his scarred face and followed his Cousin, offerig her his arm as their feet touched the walk. His blue eyes anxious to see the children of his beloved Cousin. He grinned a little as the small group of children appeared one sticking out over the others, he knew without a doubt who she was. He watched carefully as a cart passed before them waiting ready knowing just how children can be. (d)

Master deAquitaine

Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day~ Virginia Woolf Jean-Claude felt himself alive in the very heart of the season, with the return of his wife's sanity, and the kick again of their unborn child. His heart did ache for what was lost, but little by little that dull feeling soon faded to only rise again when the nights were longer then the day. The Frenchman lived in the passions of survival by way of what one did wear upon such weather, and rather enjoyed the heavy layers that pressed against the finely carved marble of his skin.
With the call of the court, and the winter games upon them the shop had never been so full of life. This was when the season of celebration of birth did pay off the most, and perhaps there was a cold place in hell for even thinking it so. Yet..Jean-Claude was hardly a man destined for heaven, and no doubt within the very premise of purgatory. Though he laughed again, a musical sound that made the Lady Harper smile, and life returned to his cold face as the color painted again over his skin. "And how is our little Flocon de neige? Hmm?" He touched the soft round cheek of the elder woman who smiled and looked to where Raelin often was, and spoke of how much of a blessing Monsieur's little angel kiss of winter's crystal was doing. (d


Brother O'Corrain

As their school mistress shepherd them from their studies and into the care of their waiting family, what would the children make as two churchmen arrived on the scene? They strolled with an easy pace, one that seemed to fit the more carefree winter air. "It is a grand plan, Brother," the neophyte - by the look of him, a reed-thin man from Wales - said to his companion. "...But are you certain that there is time yet to request permission to do so?" Walking beside the Welsh neophyte was a familiar sight amongst the citizens of Turas Lan: Brother Diarmuid. Some said this his life of relative ease and his enjoyment of the holy feast days gave him more than a passing resemblance to another churchman, by the name of Tuk. ...but as the Yule came closer, could it not be said that the good brother resembled another figure... one known to children? It was during the Yule season that he dressed in - for him - more ornate fare. His habit was of a finer cloth than what he normally well, and he wore a long and heavy robe of black material, trimmed in white fur. The good brother smiled at his neophyte, "I do not think securing permission shall be as hard as you make it.... the Queen has oft said that she is pleased with my works. What is this but another?" There was a light shrug, before he spied the children. There was a broad smile, as he drew closer to them. There was a smile, as he asked, "Have you all been good today? And diligent at your studies?" What answers would he receive? Surely an overwhelming chorus of yes. Brother Diarmuid would smile -- and perhaps do something that would bring a smile to children (and a few of the adults). Reaching into the pocket of his robe, he would remove a small purse and open. He wouldn't take out coins....but candy sticks. As he spoke to each child, he would give them a treat. There was a smile, as he said his goodbyes and continued toward where he saw the Lady Artisan and Master Jean-Claude and another fellow. As they departed the group of children, the neophyte
laughed and quietly hissed to the Irish friar: "You planned that....." There was a pause, before the good brother smiled and whispered back, "I most assuredly did." Grinning at the adults, he smiled, "Blessed evening to you all...... would you favor a candy stick?" (D)

Lady Apollius

A season of life in a time of quiet, indeed. On Winter's shores did cousin's reunite. In Winter's bosom did life flourish anew. One thought of only spring blossoms in a time of living but how wrong were they? The herald announced once more on his rounds with bell in hand to rival the clock tower that the Winter Court would commence at the pleasure of her Majesty the Queen, and that the King's business doth well progress at his own pleasure. People's clucking of who would come or for reasons why was joined the chorus of the children enough to drown it all. Nothing was more precious than precocious, delightful babes-in-arms. Hope Apollius and Luke Apollius were more than pleased to find their lessons in the city halls would be joined by court children, thus meaning it would not be so ardous a journey up the ice-slick hill to the Griffin's Keep. It meant to troll around in gardens familiar at hours of play, and have the best advantage in rooms for the whispering. The Lady Tabitha was distracted on her progress across the street by the Brother who produced candy for the scholarly. "Please, Lady, please?" The pair asked in unison, for irregardless of elder or younger ages, all united for sweets! Once given permission, they took the sweet stick with goodly manners, bidding him thank you and blessings with a curtsy and a bow (albeit, Luke's was still lopsided, he was younger than Hope). How ruined their little gloves would be, so Tabitha collected them so bare hands could be clothed by cold and peppermint swirl. "Mother, look what we have!" They thrustup their prize for a day well done, giggling crazily until they buried in her heavy brocade skirts, her fur. "Good day to you, Brother Diarmuid! They shall love you forever now, it is their first of the season..and Children will you bid good day to Monsieur deAquitaine, you remember him." How could they not? Hope's eyes looked to look beyond one season toward the warmer one in the center of the year, to the one where he had saved her mother, and she had him. He had never seen her, nor Luke, let alone their mother so highly adorned for their stations. Luke puzzled though at the one close to Eirian whom he did not know, while Hope studied him, both looking at Caden (d)

Sir Robertson

Caden watched with rapt attention as the friar offered candy to the children and the joy in their eyes at the sweet treat. He grinned at their answers and watched as Hope and Luke separated themselves from the crowd of children and danced across the street with prizes in hand. He laughed low so only Eirian could hear him as they thrust their treats up at her and then snuggled into her cloak and furs. His eyes were torn away from them for just a few moments as his gaze lifted and he gave a polite nod to Brother Diarmuid and his companion as well as to the frenchman. As his gaze returned to the children he caught their gazes and offered a shadowed smile to them both while his fingers dropped from his cloak to scratch the ears of the large striped tiger that followed after him. His constant companion, There was rarely a time that Caden and Tavish were seen apart. The cat rumbled out a deep purr and his powerful jaws opened as he panted lightly. Haunches met the cold ground as he sat, those pale blue eyes that matched his Master's eyed the children for a moment then the others on the street. ever alert, ever protective. Caden waited quietly for Eirian to speak of him, letting her do the introductions. He wanted to kneel down on their level to offer out his arms to the children and welcome them into his embrace but he did not want to frighten them or anyone else with the motion and so he stood stock still and waited (d)

Master deAquitaine


Dear God, keep it away. "Good day, ma petites.. Madame..Brother..Monsieur.. " Down the bridge of a very stern nose did his eyes look to the bigger version of Adelaide's cat. He hated that thing therefore, he cast his judgement on the creature. (d

Brother Diarmuid

Brother Diarmuid arched an eyebrow and took a judicious step back, as he eyed the creature. Unlike Master Jean-Claude, he smiled at Caden, "Shall I take to calling you Daniel?" There was a pause, as he considered the beast, "I have not seen such a beast since being amongst the Moslems...." (D)

Lady Apollius

Eirian had forgotten the unusual ' guest' that followed Sir Robertson hither and thither. Frankly she had become accustomed to exotic creatures in her wake years ago with the mother of the creature before them given this was its son, but for some it was few and far between. For Caden it gave him a wide Berth, for Eirian it meant people lingered at odd off putting angles to talk to her ,wondering if she had finally joined the ranks of the hopelessly monied with too much of it, spending it on things for menageries. The picture it painted of her in the streets with her children, all highly adorned, with a darkened man and a huge tiger was a fantastic example of how Turas Lan could house anything imaginable! "Good day, all.You needn't have any cause to fear. He obeys Sir Robertson quite well, he has always had a way with God's more fearsome creatures." A smile could sweeten anything, no? "Brother Diarmuid, Monsieur deAquitaine, children, this is Sir Robertson. Sir Caden Robertson. You may remember him from years agone deAquitaine. He is my best student, and my cousin." Or if he didn't remember, it was learning information all over again that was fascinating. Hope's memory flickered with an image of Caden, when his hair and skin were lighter, and she said, "The story book, Mama?" "Yes, that is right, your favorite story book, he wrote for you before you were born. He read it to you when you were just a little, little girl, and a creature much like this guarded you as you slept in your fairy bower." Hope left Luke at his mother's side to be the first to brave the Tiger, named Tavish. That way she could get closer to Caden and look up at him, after giving him a timid curtsy.(d)

Sir Robertson

He listened as his cousin tried to introduce him to those around them He nodded politely as he was introduced and slowly lifted one long fingered hand to drop his hood back, revealing short cropped dark hair and weather tanned skin and that nasty scar that ran from his ear to the corner of his mouth. His eyes though were drawn to Hope as she came near the huge white tiger, stepping close braving the beast just to be near the man who had written such fanciful stories for her when she was but a babe. Finally he gave in and kneeled to her level and smiled warmly saying very quietly: Hello Hope (d)


Master deAquitaine

For every season there was a reason for change, for inspiration, and he could read it on this child before him like he did his books. A boy who runs with wolves was one thing, but one who lives his life with a tiger? Not in this court. With a clearing of his throat, he would bring the back of his silk glove to hide his smirk--to be young again. "Mademoiselle..petite fille de mon coeur." He would extend his hand to Hope with a smile--he loved her dearly. "When someone introduces you how is it you reply? Do we not return the greeting with words so that one can not judge another of their ignorance?" He smiled to Caden, clearly offended he was not spoken to, but a nod? Ha! For a man closer to 50 then 40 he held his beauty, shifting through the seasons of his life with ease, and a intelligent man..well beyond his years. Besides..this could be Janice's next husband, if he would groom him a bit..and the Tiger slept outside of course. (d


Lady Apollius

"Oh, I remember, Mama. I was very small." Eirian gave a nod of approval at her supposition, she had been very small, but months old the last time Caden held her, before he married an Argyll bride and his future as the Robertson chieftain seemed secure. How too like glass fickle fortune was, breaking to unrepairable pieces. At Jean-Claude's correction Eirian gently shook her head at him, stepping closer only after Hope turned from Caden to curtsy, to take his hand with a warm squeeze. Would not the
Frenchmen be proud? Instead of a country child in a wide estate in fields of ice clover she was attired like the Lord and Lady's daughter she was, her wild hair contained in a snood of silver studded with little pearls, and under a little french cape was a dress of silver and rose color, all filigree and precious. After greeting Jean she turned again to witness Caden, where Eirian would say as Luke too let her go to see him "Be kind. He is rougher of appearance than he is at heart, you may not remember him like this, but see a golden boy, soft pale skin, and my eyes. Remember a young man who only wanted to be a knight, and aspired to it, had it..this is him. Just please..he has been gone for many years." A gentle plea for pardon, a reminder that inside of him was a sweet scholar who only yearned to serve. (d)

Master deAquitaine

"I do not remember him at all, but you forget my life was lived beneath this ground for far too long. It is a kindness I offer him, trust me, for there are more vicious coming from all over the world. I've lived my life in service of the youth, let this one be no different." For what good did they ever do. "A soul simply searching for his place in the world, needs only but a few gentle hands to guide him." Slowly Jean-Claude would open his silk gloved palms and raise them to the heavens as if setting off a paper lantern, and his heart ached with the loss of his own. Perhaps, he wasn't the one to be offering such a service to the boy but how could he not? Her children loved him. (d

Lady ONeill

Her absence, apparently had been noted.. She had not seen her Guardian in several days. For thoughts of him rested heavily upon her mind as well! Making slow progress yet with purpose the wayward woman steadily walked along the cobble stone path. Raven tenrils billowed out from underneath the heavy weighted crimson hood while piercing blue eyes twinkled in the candle lights that guided her pathway. Beauty in Skye's winters were truly unmatched by any other spectacle in the entire world. Left hand waved upward only to spindle long digits over the rim of her cloak, tightly engulfing her lithe form into a snug ounce of warmth and reprieve. Tall, graceful.. Yet mildly timid Raelin founded herself pausing at a street corner just in time to hear the joy of children laughing. Was there any greater sound? Swan neck tensed and her head canted to the side while warmth and appreciation crossed the elegance of her face.. It was, also in that moment that she noticed her Guardian speaking with the every beautiful Lady Eirian.. Yes, she remembered the woman from the festival! Without desire to interrupt there conversation she meandered over toperch herself at Jean's side.. Widely smiling to both in welcoming.

Lady Apollius

"Only this youth needs to remember he his young," she whispered to Jean by leaning over so her petal lips were just shy of the shell of his ear. Caden was consumed in loving his younger cousins; Hope took no time to warm up to one craddled in her memory whilst Luke followed where his sisters brave steps chose to dally. Soon he scooped them up, all of them laughing over the first flakes of snow to fall that day in the lazy light of late afternoon. "He has lost everything. His wife, his child, even his place. He might have led the Robertson clan but it was not his fate, and shan't be now. Lord Iain has that well in hand. Perhaps coming as he has now will be good for him. He will be staying with my family as our guest this winter while we are at court.." Tavish meandered away from his keeper to sit near Eirian's feet. On the streets such gasps were never heard! Some thought to protect the tiny woman, but her gloved hands made the creature purr. What couldn't those hands do? "You need to go inside for a little, Tavish before you make more of a stir. Caden? I am sorry, but will you, if only for a little. I am afraid he is more exoticthan a parrot, and even the only elephant on the island lives far from here." He complied with a cant of head, giving them all a half smile before promising to join later. Luke was turned over to follow his elder cousin, Eirian not minding. "He guarded me well in his younger years, I trust him with all things." Turning then, she noticed a new guest. "Hello, Lady Raelin! Good day, how are you?" (d)


Leland Corwin

His arrival to these lands had not been planned, no... it was all spur of the moment due to unfortunate events. A man had to do what a man had to do in order to survive, and had he chosen to stay... death would have become him. Thedirty blonde male had made his way from what he had known as home for years, to a land that may very well be his next home if he played his cards right. Leland had told himself that with this change in location, perhaps he could also change other things, for instance... his soul. He needed peace, if peace for a man like himself could be had. As e moved along the streets, he kept that blue gaze in a steady sweep. He focused on faces long enough to determine whether he thought they posed as a threat or not. Whether they might jepordize his idenity and safety or possibly aide it. With nothing more than a pack on his back, he weaved through the crowd, blending in as if he were one ofthem, had always been... one of them. His cloak hid his tall lean form, his clothes said neither noble nor peasant, but perhaps someplace in between. It would be hard for any normal man or woman to easily pass judgement on him by appearance alone. On actions? On his past? Well, that was an entirely diffeent story. [d]


Master deAquitaine

"Well let those years be gone, as we move into our bit of peace. Perhaps it is time we tame the beast no? I mean look at Lord General. I have him wearing closed shoes." Jean-Claude was rather proud of himself, but when he felt the warmth of Raelin's presence how could he not take up her arm as even more pride swelled in his chest, "Oh, flocon de neige..I have been given the full report of your progress and all I can say is merci." Would she ever know how much it truly meant to him to have been away from his shop so long and find it in better hands. Julian was unkind and ungrateful for it, and even let all the roses die around the gardens; it was wonderful to hear she was doing so well. He would tuck her under his arm like a father would his daughter, and would only hand her hand over to those that deserved. Smitten really, even with her accent. "Though..I do find myself worrying of you up there alone, does the apartment suit you well?" Harper had cleaned out all of Julian's things, and had thought of donating them to the poor. However, even she still wished the Young Master home. She looked wondrous, fitting in rather well already, and he was pleased to see her in something other then her shipwrecked rags. Perhaps he would introduce Raelin into the Winter Court this year, now that Janice was well to do in society, there wasn't any doubt this little woman had it in her to be a Lady. It was when the crowd shifted giving way to the younger man did his dark eyes follow his movements like smoke on water. Always the careful man when it came to new faces, and for darker reasons Jean-Claude always kept his secrets well guarded beneath the layers of expensive fabric that made up his coat. (d


Lady ONeill

: Of whom they spoke of she hadn't a clue.. Yet by the unfortunate news delivered those expressive eyes dazzled a new form of compassion.. Tenderness and weighted by remorse. Lost everything? The similarities were far to close for comfort yet she allowed the gentility to consume her. Snowflake, Dove she was indeed.. Let her tall height not fool you for she was as warm onto the world as a mother wouldto her child. Stepping into the warm confines of Jean's cloak her left arm coiled outward to wrap herself into a sideways embrace.. Blues leveled upward upon him as a willow of pride filled her heart and spilled against the thin surface of her lips.. "Do not worry so.." Her voice was fragile and smooth.. "I am quite happy. You have been my savior" With a last squeeze she tilted her head to acnowledge Eirian.. "Good day onto you as well lady Eirian! I do hope all is well" She looked splended as ever.. "Oh..Jean.." She was ever reluctant to refer onto him with such familiarly but as time passed she grew more and more comfortable by her new station. "I wanted to ask you about something.." This was when she truly felt like his daughter.. "Well you see.. I founded a dog this morning and.. I took him upstairs with me.." She blushed as she eyed the man she grew to ever adore and admire.. "Would it be feasable for I to keep him?" She would have thought it rude to steal scraps from the kitchen and not inform the master the true method behind the madness.

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

In the Streets with Others, So Cometh the World Part II

Lady Apollius

"All matter of things good Raelin, and everything shall be well indeed. Blessings increase by the hour." The woman's smile could crack the thickest glacier in half in the middle of the sea. When next to Raelin's, how could winterendure so much frivolous, feminine light? Jean-Claude melted for gentle souls as this; no doubt in his care Raelin would be given the finest of everything. He seemed to have a habit of turning choice picks in to the favored vintage of social wine. Eirian gathered up the hood of her cape, pushing it back for exposure to the air. The handiwork of her maidens was evident in the careful twist of braids, the artful placement of little crystal pins for when one went in public now, it should be in the very best. "You seem to be doing very well, Lady, I am glad the Monsieur is so good to you and continues to be so.." Hope delighted herself by staring up at the heavens until the herald passed by again, bell and words of court on his mouth. She didn't run to her mother as she would in the country, but came up to all with a curtsy ,"Pardon, I must ask my Lady mother a question.." The Welshwoman lit up with pleasure; even though they were all country reared, the blood in the child's veins couldn't hide what it was anymore than a bird could be a cat. "Does this mean that soon we will be all moved in to the castle for the winter, instead the Hall of All Guilds? And I may have lessons with Her Grace, Princess Davina even if the weather is hard to go up the road because we will be there?" The girl was no shortage of glee even as proper as she tried to be! When Eirian answered her question, she smiled wide, curtisied and went to tell a neighboring friend the grand news. "She is delighted, my daughter, for all the court and yule festivitie. It is wonderful for the young to be so enthralled In them we may keep court a place to be so enthralled. You will be delighted, Raelin! Monsieur you will be bringing her to see, for all the pagentry and grand introductions no?" (d)

Leland Corwin

Leland continued on his way, softly brushing shoulders with those that grew to close to him or he to them. Though, nothing more than a polite apologetic smile or nod was ever offered. Even if the brush was more of a rude bumping on behalf of the other person. To draw attention to himself was... well, dangerous. Especially so soon after arrival. He passed one vendor and paused long enough to over look the goods before a piece of fruit was taken and coin was
was given. As he neared the small gathering to which he noted a dark looking male gazing his way, he simply nodded. However, upon drawing closer, another crowd of women bustled by, causing him to needfully side step to avoid running into them. This would cause him to avoid them, but bump the raven haired Lady who's skin was white as the snow. She looked ethereal... divine... as if not from this world but another. Blue eyes gazed a moment upon the porcelin like face and slowly, he back stepped while bowing. "My apologies My Lady, please do forgive me." he said in a accented voice. Thise accent of course was unlike those of the celti or gaelic nations. Yet... not quite of the English blood either. Gaze then drifted to the male and his companion so closely tucked under him. "Sir... Lady..." he added after a moment. It would have been rude not to acknowledge them... and while he might be on the run, manners could go a long way. He back stepped a couple more times, awaiting a response from each individual and then dismiss himself. Hoping to disappear into the crowd once more and without fault. [d]

Master deAquitaine

Dear Raelin, had much to learn still of this world, like how he wasn't to be addressed by his Christian name in public, but still there was much he had to learn about her first. There was a secret world that Jean-Claude belonged to, one of blood and darker intent. He was also the son of a French Lord with enough wealth to back his every move, and with every foster he did take in out came Queens, and Lords alike...all save for Julian, who became an apprentice, and later the heir to everything. "You found a dog? So long as it is never in the show room, nor the front yard I don't care what you do with it. I don't like the idea of you being alone anyway." It would kill him, but..."You may keep it."
Listening to the Lady Eirian he would smile knowing she was right with what she asked, "I have thought about introducing her at the winter festivals held at Northampton, but with Julian's passing and Adelaide's illness I have not thought much about it. Though, things seem to be once what they were, and.." When the young man would bump into Eirian, pressure was applied to the bend of his wrist to readily release the blade if need be. He would cut this man down, and let his Raven's feast on his head if he took anything from her person. However, more importantly the mad scientist would turn to stone as he watched the male pass, and had it not been for the fluid motion of his own black strands one could easily mistake him for a monument marker...though his apologies were well enough, and thin lips would pull back into his own little forced polite smile. (d

Lady Apollius

Splendor of winter's magnificence held no candle, indeed when under the tense comparison to Lady Eirian. For wisdom, light and humanity adored in her eyes and danced a vibrant aroma around her person. There was much to be admired of her and Raelin cherished the mere briefness in knowing her.. Much was to be learned from a woman of her station. Head tilted as she listened to Eirian.. Then steadily smiled with a certain glow of knowingness and excitement. "I would like nothing more.. Thank you for the invite Lady Eirian" Side stepping she turned to acknowledge her Guardian once more with a wide, pleased smile. "You won't regret it.. Thank you" Her joy would falter however upon the sudden arrival of yet another.. A thin brow arched upward and, with a weak, uncertain smile toward him she allowed a moment to notice the blonde as he snapped away almost as suddenly as he appeared. "Certainly one way of getting yourself noticed" She teased the new comer.. The pitch of her voice ever gentle and filled with mirth. A wink was directed to Eirian in preperation for the woman's reaction. However her ligh humor faded as she felt the tension fill around her Guardian as he fluidly dropped his hand for his hilt.. Right hand however was there to coax him beyond the realm of idea.. To further distract she raised upward to kiss his cheek.. " This place has healed me.. TrulyI feel blessed for friendship and a new family" Spoke for the sake of Eirian more than Jean-Claude.

Lady Apollius

"I feel, my lady there is nothing in this place that can not be healed no matter how large or small, no divide that can not be mended, or empty place filled. Even if for all we have seen, the land that may damage can be the same that reveals to you the reason why." Skye had a reason above all else; none cried out without ever understanding even if it took years from one moment to another. The sheen of pearl, a flash of crystal hair pin was in the waning light as Eirian turned her head to acknowledge the accidental sir. Her face fanned a flame, a ginger bit of dusty rose as she lowered her eyes. Laughter came from her lips, another balm to an otherwise sore situation. Raelin's Guardian as she no doubt knew was protective. Why, even Caden was returning with Luke in tow now that his feline companion was gone, and watchful. New again to the realm himself, Leland was newer. "There is no cause to apologize, Sir. We all mis step now and again, especially in Winter. Welcome you to the city..God save you." Once, Talion told her it could not be helped. People would always look, for the site was pleasing to them. No one believed in walking pieces of art or fairy folk come to life, but it seemed she was all of that by breathing. She looked at Raelin with warm eyes, all could make introduction no? In those eyes an appreciative thank you. The men of the island were blade ready, yet not without reason. All things had their reason. The beautiful, large crystals flower that held the bulk of her hair had a surprise on its end the raven locks hid. "What are you about this day?" (d)

Leland Corwin

Blue eyes did softly cut to the man as he knew all to well the stealthy moves of a man with blade or weapon. However, he continued to appear just as calm and collecctive as ever. Show no fear, show no anger -- you will lose nothing and gain much. This was the very thought that past the dark mind of the stranger before them. Dark mind as in.. there was much to be hidden, much to remain hidden. It was his prison and his prison alone. "Mis step? Yes Lady, I agree and perhaps some of us mis step more than we care to. Or even to acknowledge..." Metophers of life, no? It there was another glance to both the man and the other female before he looked back upon winter's angel. "Will you not allow me to do service so that my mistake, my wrong can be made right? Name it Lady and it is yours." He offered. "Perhaps there is work to be had for your and your family.. or even another which is in need of an able body." He stood straight and tall, yet his lean frame remained hidden beneath the bulk of fabrics from both cloak and clothing alike. Raelin's comment had him smirk to himself, though hardly noticble for it disappeared as quickly as it came. To those that were now joining... or rejoining rather, a nod was granted before his attention returned to the three whom he allowed that lue gaze to settle upon. All of which were occasionally glanced to rather than stare. Did he wish to be noticed? No... but he found himself now in a particular situation...and he needed to play it to his advandtage for nothing more than to maintain some sort of self preservation. No harm would come of it... did this make him cokey or arrogant? Hardly... only confident. [d]

Lady ONeill

She would be the first indeed to admit that there was much she still needed to learn of this realm.. Of the protocols that drove her Guardian into his contortions of actions. He was the epitome of a good man.. Fatherly and open hearted onto all.. It invited her soul to rise and accept others within. She listened to the eloquent novelette uttered by Eirian and even still her smile tugged the corners of her lips and she adamantly agreed with her. "God save you, Eirian.. For you are the beacon of light and ever hope of a new future for this nation." Attention shifted over to the blonde man as he insisted taking up a trade under the verbal recommendation of the petite woman. "Fair eve, Sir.. I am Raelin and this is my Guardian. Monsiuer deAquitaine" She would not speak upon her friend's over to the blonde man as he insisted taking up a trade under the verbal recommendation of the petite woman. "Fair eve, Sir.. I am Raelin and this is my Guardian. Monsiuer deAquitaine" She would not speak upon her friend's behalf. Eirian was tact quite enough on her own. With that she allowed the man and the winter rose time to converse without a third wheel.. She would turn her attention back to to Jean.

Leland Corwin

While it seemed the winger angle's attention was diverted for but a moment, his own would turn then to the female whom took it upon herself to not only introduce herself, but that of her Guardian. "A pleasure My Lady... and Sir." he said with a small charming smile that was almost bashful in nature to which was accompanied by a quaint bow. Was that purposely done or was it genuine? Only he knew. It seemed the gentleman... whom he gathered to be French based on name sake alone, had grown quiet ... perhaps reserved. Did this bother Leland? Not at all, it simply let him know he was being carefully observed and well... the man could observe al he wished. This new comer wasn't about to say or do anything to jepordize himself. Attention turned back to Erian then, still awaiting a response... a reply... anything that would have him remain as is or to dismiss himself completely. [d


Master deAquitaine

A bashful man was one to be awarded for their was no other con like it. He could see right through this soul before him, and was almost envy with the way he captured the attention of the roses around him. Yes. He was French. He was very French from the buckles of pure silver and the elegant details of his sleeve. The coat he wore held a high collar that was turned down to fan over his shoulders while the deep rich blue ascot gathered at his neck. Jean-Claude was always in black, nearly the third of his wardrobe was of the more morbid shade, but it was the colors of his heritage--the black hills of Aquitaine. "A pleasure indeed, and you may call me Master Aquitaine for I hold degrees in three universities, and have well earned it." Lord was not far behind it. With a smile to Raelin he kept her close, having already made up his mind she would be courted correctly, and if this gentleman was going to eye her then well..it would take much to convince the closer to 50 then 40 year old man that he was ready. Perhaps he would like to step into his lab for a while before he would consider running into Eirian again. Dead bodies made up the decor, and blood ravens hung from the ceiling. (d


Lady ONeill

A cheeky fellow wasn't he? Especially without giving her privy of his name. Perhaps he was the pivotal type that wished to keep to himself.. Either way she was satisfied enough. A nod and she dusted a half smile onto the blonde before turning back to her Guardian as he further introduced himself.. "The most excellent man I have ever met" Yes she could be such a doting woman! Especially when her heart admired another. Arm gently wrapped around his broad frame she used his cloak for warmth.

Lady Apollius

The young could divert the seasoned old, and so Raelin brought a tenderness to the razor edge of the lace in Jean-Claude's sleeve. Raelin bid God save Eirian, for she was a national light. Later though it was to acknowledge it, Eirian opened her mouth to speak again. "Well said and agreed, Lady Raelin. Master deAquitaine is of excellent character, though the woman at his side is not without her own beauty, gentility, and bright promise. That is the Lady Raelin. My name is Lady Eirian Apollius, and may we have the pleasure of yours? If you will prove trustworthy, and in earnest in this meeting now I may ponder the idea of your hiring. I will leave it to my companioning Steward where to place you in our household if it should come to that, though I do not think he would be unpleased to see us with another groom this winter for certain tasks, and if you are inclined to animals we have a good set of horses to keep well in stables, but again, all isnot yet certain." Let him advance if he so desired it. Service was not for the faint to any of Court, but for those of fidelity, strength, virtues, and honor. Raelin may have been right; Eirian was a beacon of light. Something in her eyes appeared to make it hard for any to be dishonest, for to do so would mean staring at themselves in the startling clarity of her gaze. Her daughter had since gone to wind her hand Caden's grasp to entertain her memory dance and give it concrete fixture. She knew him, aye, she did. (d)

Leland Corwin

Since the porcelin skinned deity had yet to reply right away, attention was diverted back to the gentleman whom finally decided to speak up once more and speak up he did. "Then so be it Master Aquitaine.' He paused here a moment A small smile creased his lips of course. When the Lady did decide to answer, he looked between both Jean Claude and Eirian and then Raelin. " I'm sorry... please, I'm known as Leland Corwin." He offered as he look to each of them squarely in the eyes. It was not meant as disrespect, nor as a challenge, only to show he was of good character and with backbone. While he was a man, he was not hard nor rude. A hand lifted to lightly scratch the scruffy chin a
moment as he looked back to Eirian. "Well Lady Apollius, it pleases me to learn that there may be a fine opportunity of earning my keep within these lands. Tell me what more I need to do so that the possibilty of a future duty can be had. If you will please." He wasn't going to be pushy... nor needy. Simply let her and her house decide whether or not he was needed. If not, he would simply look elsewhere and hope for the best. There was a glance given to them
all then before his gaze came to settle on the Raven haired Ice Queen. [d]

Lady Apollius

The throat of the bird was high, revealing the alabaster color despite the creeping up of chemise from the high collar of her dress. Under the obscured column was a small opening of skin where the sign of being taken as God's own , the sign on which his son suffered, shown in hammered gold. Though humble in how it was displayed, tonight Eirian was not merely the Aristan at her stall. Nor the woman possessed of every pleasing aesthetic sought out to make men and women bend like willow trees, discourse in philsophy, and be humble to God. She had the baring of her royal lineage. This woman, this former bastard reclaimed was worthy consort of Generals who came to be the keeping of the realm of Kings. "You must demonstrate cleverness, wit, and ability for your charm, good man Corwin, is already evident." Fair of face, gentle of accent. What else could he do besides the evident,how would he describe himself? Caden hovered not far from her now, a tall, dark shadow. Once this young man of twenty and four years was but eighteen,nineteen. He was fair of head, skin, and contenance. Being the one bit of permanence in a shifting landscape, he fell in to his old posture of guardian with little complaint. Once, this young man had commanded the arms surrounding the Bant Chan Ser. Slipping her arm into Caden's as much for assurance as for sense, she inquired of the party "Shall we on? The hour grows and perhaps it would do for us all to take supper together,or at least a drink with a light repast.You may tell us about yourself along the way?" How easy would he do this, woul dhe seek to impress or embrace honesty? Truth was a person's worth (d)

Leland Corwin

He admired the woman before him not only for her physical beauty in a respective manner, but for her inner beauty. It shined like the day star, and it was no wonder those that knew her were drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Yet he
had a growing suspicion that it was not one's end that was met. "Cleverness and wit? My Lady Apolluis... while there is much to learn of me, I can assure you on my word alone, both come to me as natural as breathing. But if it is proof you need, then it is proof you shall have." he had to chuckle, a hand lifted to run through those dark blonde locks of his as he glanced down. His charm was already evident? Was he blushing from such a compliment? If so.. was it genuine? Perhaps to some degree... yes. The man was after all human... no matter what he may have been in the past. He glanced to the others then, offering a small smile before arching a brow to Eirian and the young male that now accompanied her. Was that an invite? Head canted slightly. "Why my Lady... it pleases me greatly to be offered such... and I will gladly accept if you are sure it will not have me intruding upon anything of great importance." [d]


Lady Apollius

"It is an invitation, sir, you should take it. Though I fear if we will be slower. What being that cleverness comes as easy to you as breathing, and here we are merely breathing plain air." Was that a jest? Edges of the mouth turned up in merry mischief as she turned to follow Caden's invitation. He grew a little confident with Eirian on one arm, Hope's hand in his. Luke remained with his mother and so the little party went along . Sun's depature meant the raising of torches, the lifting of lantern, and a different glow all together to the city. The supper place of choice would be the inn of Mistress Rose, thus the Briar Rose itself. Beneath covered lamp lights and warm rolling hearth would all be given a seat if it was desire. All the while Caden was entertained by how his small cousins put forth effort to describe the city as they had seen it through young eyes. Never taking eyes from Eirian, he even pulled out her chair once they had crossed the Inn threshold. Was he waiting to see if Leland sat before a lady? Any reason to dismiss was easier than reason to keep. If they were to winter at court, in full regalia, he needed some manners. (d)

Leland Corwin

The dirty blonde male grinned a little and nodded. "Then I accept such a gracious offer My Lady. Many thanks." he replied. He would bid farewell to those that lingered of failed to follow for whatever reasons that kept them from joining the already small entourage as they headed to the Lady's destination of choice. It just so happen to be that of an Inn, and a fine one at that. If things did not go as well as he hoped tonight, at least he wouldn't have to travel far to find a room and food. Her jesting, should that be what it had been, had him smiling still even now. As they entered and took their seats, Leland would be the last to do so. He would have even pulled out the Lady's chair for her had her companion not beat him to it. While other was seen to by a well known face, the daughter was seen to by a polite and well mannered atranger. Only after all others were seated, would he take up his own chair. [d]


Lady Apollius

The respectful difference Leland showed to the Lady Hope was not discredited, for though a child she was female, titled, and worthy of his respect just as she would be taught to respect him for he was her elder. Caden was off to Eirian's left, leaving Hope and Luke to be situated to the other side of her, and Leland at a table's opposite head. Was it not an entertaining prospect? Thankfully the table was somewhat round, not indicative of some form of social execution by placement. Rose herself came to the table, pleased that the Winter Court already showed such promise by the showing of esteemed persons. On asking what would be had, Eirian replied "Venison, for all if it please you, sausage. And perhaps the chicken as well as a second should all remain hungry. The vegetables with gravy, and whatever the men should prefer to drink. Cider for the children, and a wine for me, thank you." (d)

Leland Corwin

Leland sat quietly, allowing his gaze to wander from one face to the next both at the atble he sat at as well as those that surrounded them. While his glances to those at his own table was notable, those to others was done discretely. He listened as Eirian ordered for them all, nothing to which he disliked. Every bit of it would be enjoyed. When Rose looked to him and asked what he wished to drink, he thought a moment and then replied. "I'll have wine as well. Tonight doesn't seem much like a night for ale." he offered with a light snicker. Leland knew it was going to be a fairly large spread of food, and while he was definitely hungry, he wasn't about to become slob of a pig not
be any sort of a glutton. He would eat until he was satisfied and nothing more. [d]

[Caden J. Robertson]

Lady Apollius

The Briar Rose laid for the collective a fine table: conversation had been ample twixt the party as time went on while the children settled to their own activities once bellies were full. With wine well in hand and the moon high, these things heralded the little family back toward the Hall of All Guilds and their place among Artisans. Soon, very soon, they would watch the moon rise from behind Griffin Walls. Soon, very soon, they would look fondly on these days of first winter freedom. Eirian would, at the very least. Under torch lit streets walked them, Luke in his mother's arms leaving Caden to carry Hope if he so pleased. Both of them, little Lord and Lady, fast asleep as children are want to do. "They tried so long to stay awake ,Winter Court has them to think the Court is everywhere, and they shall miss something.." The wind played with loose strands of hair, wrestling some black from Hope's silver snood to dance in the wind, through his fingertips.Luke's little lord hat was safe in his mother's arms, just like him. "To view the world with a child's eyes, when you age you have to remember to hold fast to such innocent thinking." Up the Hall steps, beyond the great doors. Without the Tiger Caden was not so stared at, which bid the question "Not all of the time, but some of the time, I think you must train Tavish to be without you. It is only fitting. When we are within the country again he may have free reign of such places he will forgive you but some of the time he will afright half of the court. No one is used to it anymore.." It hurt her to say it, but no one was used to him anymore. Not this version of him, darkened by the sun and by experiences. Eirian would never stop seeing the light in him. Besides, no common brute would stay risen when a lady left the table, or waited until she sat. How pleasing it was to be closed away from the snowy world to the hall's hush - the suite of rooms had long since been prepared with rolling fires and turned back beds. A light repast of fruit and spiced wine alone stood vigil inside with the guards without, the food in case one kept the moon's company. "this way," she whispered him, moving through the open door where Tabitha had already been excused to see to filling her own hours without the children and Eirian, now asleep beside the goodly Anne and fellow Lisa. One stirred, offering to take the children where her lady shook her head. She put Luke's hat to a table, and expertly relieved him of his breeches and tunic until he was in naught but pain wool shift, suitable for bed as it was for living in. "Here, pass me Hope?" (d)


Sir Robertson

He stood politely as she took her hair down and removed her cloak, he listened as she spoke and smiled. "I look forward to seeting them again, our King and Queen. Despite my failure to return before now I know they will understand." as he spoke he removed his cloak laying it over the back of a chair. the material was thick and well worn tattered at the edges and weather worn. With the removal of the cloak it revealed that he wore nothing but a short sleeved tunic underneath, a pair of leather bracers on his forearms and leather pants, boots and a belt that housed a couple of heavy pouches and his sword. He removed the bracers as he spoke to his cousin. "I have felt more ties to you as my family then I have anyone. Even the father that raised me. Which reminds me I will need to send him a letter telling him of my return." Little did Caden know that his father had died two years past. He settled into the chair across from her his hands sliding up and down his badly scarred arms, white marks criss

Sir Robertson

He mused over dinner for a while as they walked, not quite sure if he liked this Leland fellow. Time would tell he supposed. In his arms he cradled Hope against his broad chest his chin resting atop her head from time to time as they walked. At his cousin's musings he whispered softly. " I remember when I was about Luke's age I think when my father, the one that raised me, brought me to Turas Lan, mid winter during the festivities. I ran and played so hard I would sleep the whole of the next day, and stuffed myself so much that I swore not to eat another morsel for a whole week." the memory made him smile. Her cautioning words about Tavish made him frown. "It is I that need him Cousin, not the other way 'round. He has been the one constant thing in my life these past years since Anna was killed. If I tell him to stay he will, but neither of us will like it much. For occasions that it is necissary I will leave him in my rooms, It is not polite to bring such a creature into things like festivals and fine dinners." As they spoke he followed her to their rooms watched as she readied Luke for bed then when bid to do so he would gently pass Hope to her mother, softly kissing her temple before giving her over to her Mother's tender menistrations. (d)

Lady Apollius

"Beathag told me once when she was a girl," between friends, twixt the inner circle of the court to which he had been a part of and would be again, it was known the Queen used her given name among them, "a story much the same. She played, ate, sang and danced until she was tired, fat, and hoarse. Her and Adam slept for two days in the same bed, rising only to play a little more than sleep again. The island is the home of revelers." She grinned, going about the actions with one child for preperations. When he passed the other she addressed Tavish again. The good woman sighed ," I know," she offered, "but it is as you said. Not for festivities, or for suppers. Or any such meal where company may increase, the great hall of the castles when we break fast as a court, a luncheon, or most things. We may find time for him and I do not mean to deprive you of him, Caden. Nor do I think confining him to the rooms is an expert ideal but it will do until you can take him out in to the country neighboring, hunts might bea little much..but you did do so with Anna. It is we are short of lions and tigers in Scotland, unless you refer thus to heraldy or the Lord General." Wherein there they never lacked. When the last child was unlaced of her vambraces and dress, when slippers and little boots sat side by side and stockings by firesides to dry...when children were never disturbed from slumber as doors closed, it was only them two once again. "I am told Talion is with other men of court, it is good for him to socialize . I worry not, so it will be us again for many hours yet. I do wonder, Caden, if you might indulge me with an answer to a question: Will you stay on with us this winter? It is the Queen's command the court gather hence to come together for we never have such in any season, but for the occasional event, in solemnity as well as festivity. When we move to our lodgings in the castle I should wish you to come. This court.it may be much and many things, but it could be the beginning of you starting again." (d)



Sir Robertson

He helped her bed the children down for the night waiting by the door as they spoke quietly of Tavish. The big cat was his constant compaion as much a part of himself as Anna had been, they moved as one so much it was almost creepy. As if the two were tied to the same string and knew each other's movements before the other made it. He would be more careful of where he took Tavish, but it was likely that the big events would see the absence of the once golden boy. Crowds were not a place he liked to be if he could avoid them. As they stepped out of the rooms and she asked her quesiton of him he would answer quietly, " Aye Cousin, I will stay with you if you wish. I was once charged with guarding you and Hope, I extend that to Luke as well and will always do so wheather it be needed or not. " He nodded affirmatively. Many may not like this quiet dark stranger, not until they take the time to get to know him, but none would beable to fault him in his ability to protect those he cared about, as well as those around him. He paused in the middle of the sitting room and looked to her. "People will grow used to our presence here once more. I might not be the same person I was when I left here last, but I have not changed so much that I cannot win their acceptance." His words came in an almost whisper. His voice calm and steady his Cousin's healing presence already starting to work it's magic on this dark young man who so desperately wanted out of his own head, his own memories, who needed to let go of those painful years. (d)


Lady Apollius

Fingers pale plucked through black night for little crystal stars, so it looked when fingers to hair took for the pins holding it aloft. With each, the braids grew looser until the final large hair comb released all of the twists in to spirals a thick twist down to a lose lot well beyond her waist. It could be said of Eirian she was as high in height as her hair was long. Attachments? Every human or creature in the world cleaved to something. Eirian was no better, only her vice was more passable. A rosary, the arms of her children, the nearness of a cherished companion. Open air. She turned to face him, feeling more herself with the ornaments being removed. She sat down in a chair, pulling off bracelet, a necklace, earings. All jewelry save her wedding ring. "Of that you will have no trouble. I already feel, nay, know, the King and Queen will laud your return. Figure or form, you are still one who served them loyally even beyond the horizons of the Gaelic lands. In them a place found, in others a place soon recognized." With the jewels of station gone, the cape of fur put away, it was not too hard to imagine what a younger Eirian looked like in such clothes, still plain by comparison to other grand ladies yet outshining all the same. "And a place within a good family, where you belong. Our family." None of them had brought up Robertsons or Argylls. By marriage he was related by one, by birth to another. By Marriage she had been tied to both though the affiliations were lose. The only one that mattered was him, and the others paid her no mind unless for matters of trade or saluation on the season which was fine by her. (d)




Sir Robertson

He stood politely as she took her hair down and removed her cloak, he listened as she spoke and smiled. "I look forward to seeting them again, our King and Queen. Despite my failure to return before now I know they will understand." as he spoke he removed his cloak laying it over the back of a chair. the material was thick and well worn tattered at the edges and weather worn. With the removal of the cloak it revealed that he wore nothing but a short sleeved tunic underneath, a pair of leather bracers on his forearms and leather pants, boots and a belt that housed a couple of heavy pouches and his sword. He removed the bracers as he spoke to his cousin. "I have felt more ties to you as my family then I have anyone. Even the father that raised me. Which reminds me I will need to send him a letter telling him of my return." Little did Caden know that his father had died two years past. He settled into the chair across from her his hands sliding up and down his badly scarred arms, white marks crisscrossed his darkened skin. Just a few of the scars that covered his tall frame. More criss crossed his back and shoulders but those were currently hidden beneath the thin worn fabric of his tunic. He had coin that he could have replaced his clothing, but he had yet to do so prefereing to travel as lightly as possible. (d)

Lady Apollius

The word failure. Again and again he uttered it. Eirian turned to face him, offering the seat nearby "You didn't fail, Caden. It could not be helped. It does you no justice to refer to it that way." Frankly, to the heart of the gentle one it was distressing, but her face did not show that. Only a pride in him she would see he kept for himself, letting no one, not even his own mind, tear him down any further. When he removed his cloak she noted how weather worn it was..how it could be fixed by mending but it would need to lose an inch of fabric in the interim to even form a suitable hem. What of patches? Moving from Fabric to man, she saw the years writ in portraits of hardship. Scartissue criss crossed or moved all alone over his muscled flesh. She could not help it, having to bid for apologies with a silent look after she had captured his hand. "My sweet cousin.." she breathed low, almost a prayer in reverance with how it was said. delivered, wincing..only to capture the opposite hand with a soft sigh. What coursed through the mind, what flashed like lightning would go as unnoticed as the rain that now started to fall. It would melt the snow so the cycle could begin anew (d)

Sir Robertson

She was protective of him of his mind of the boy he used to be. He saw that in her actions and heard it in her words. He would not deny her words though inwardly it was hard for him to not think of it as a failure. As her hands took his he almost flinched when she did as her finger tips traced the ugly scars. He spoke quietly after her soft exclamation, one hand lifted to brush her hair back from her face while her other hand traced the scars on his other arm. "those particular scars were given by a cat-o-nine with blades on the end of each whip. My flesh offered in payment as opposed to the small child that took an extra piece of bread because he was hungry. Better my flesh then that of a two year old." He watched her silently after that, his skin tensing under her touch, not because it hurt but because he was unused to the gentle touch, even though he knew she would not harm him, his instinct was to expect pain. He knew if he had not been there the child would have died for his supposed crime. He had brought his arm out and caught the man's arm before he could bring the bladed whip down across the bared back of that tiny child. His arms had born the brunt of the man's ire but it had givent he child a chance to escape to his mother's arms and the two had dissapeared into the night. (d)

Lady Apollius

Eirian was not only protective. She preserved his perfection until it was untarnished, and the man infront of her now was the maturation of the boy that had been. In both lived the kindness, intelligence, and honor that was worth preserving. It was the man who needed her now, for the boy had the Artisan all the days he could manage. She traced the pattern the scars did make, offering a soothing example to the harshness inflicted the years before. "We are all drawn in, with lines that keep us together again. No one is perfect, it is only a matter of how well we conceal our own flaws." The Artisan had been beaten by branches, fallen, kicked and taken against her will yet her flesh seemed to betray precious little at times. It depend on the season, on the color of the skin, and where it was. Raking fingers through her hair she smoothed out the twists, pulling back sections to reveal her scalp to him. He could see there such jagged things! "A man named will Occham, a priest beset by what he percieved as God's will for his own madness..thought to find the key to eternity. Everyone seeks to find something." She tilted her head back upright, tucking hair behind her ear. In fact, behind one ear, one of the scars extended just so. So easily missed ,so easy to go on with a life. "What matters is what is real, what we find, and what they can not have from the likes of us." (d) She would not tell him that the scars were fresh by way of time, inflicted only this summer past. (d)

Sir Robertson

He frowned and trailed his fingers over the nasty marks hidden by the dark silk of her hair. Anger flashed in his blue eyes, how dare anyone lay a hand on her in a harmful way especially for something so fickle and rediculous. His fingers curled into a tight fist for several moments before relaxing. "I wish I had been there." He might not have been able to change the outcome but at least he could have helped to protect her. He bent and kissed her forehead softly his lips brushing the starting edge of the healed wound. He leaned his forehead against hers and a slow rueful smile curved his mouth upwards and he whispered. "We are quite the pair arent we? Both strong, both protective, and both covered in the scars and wounds to prove it." He cupped her cheek, a brief brushing of his skin against hers before he leaned back with a heavy sigh. "You do not want all the details Cousin. There is too much to tell, too much to cause pain. " He let his gaze fall on her again. " When times were at their worst, when my body was riddled with pain and i could feel nothing else, It was thoughts of you and Hope that kept me from giving in and letting go. I would have died years ago if not fo that." (d)

Lady Apollius

So ginger the hands and so few that knew what lay under the beautiful mane of black. The hands of the Frenchmen come to be as a Physician, the hands of a former General whom was her husband, the hands of her children, and now his own. Only them alone to touch and feel beyond. Even the children couldn't quite grasp, seeing only idle marks on the end of trails, never understanding and this was how she meant to keep it. "In my mind, with my children, with anything of this life that kept my sanity and are you not. What has not taken us to death has made us stronger. Your stories Caden may bring tears, but they are your own. I would revile what harmed you and give praise to God for delivering you from bondage. Some think the female heart weak for its gentility, but it is the same gentle spirit that lends strength, that we may wrap our arms around such things and deem its worth returned, deem it able to love." Settling back again she nodded , "Hope was given her name for a reason, for she embodied even on conception the very phrase.(d)


Sir Robertson

He smiled a little at that and nodded. "I know. One day she will be the hope of the world, A country's salvation, the very soul of a very lucky man. " He stated quietly almost prophetically, though he knew nothing with any form of certainty. "I will have to write them some more books. I heard of some very strange tales while I was gone. I am sure that both Hope and Luke will enjoy them." here he grinned at her then sat forward resting his arms on his knees and studied his hands intently. "Sometimes I wonder what my child would be like. Only briefly, I do not allow myself to dwell on it though, it brings far too much pain. (d)


Lady Apollius

"She will be all of those things, it is said her mother is now. We live humbly, modestly, with virtue and light and should God call us to serve we will ever be ready." For it was a huge thing to admit one's significance in life nor did she believe was it for man to qualify only what the lord could. On mention of books, however? This was a realm entirely of man's deserving! She smiled, "They would be so pleased. When we can we try to increase our collection of texts with the purpose of pleasing what we know is their growing want of stories or things to learn in the future. More by the hand of kin is an honorable thing. It will be treasured with what they have of yours already, and the book their father and I have written of our adventures. You know..I could not begotten with child for some years, not in my first marriage and not until Hope's father returned from where he had gone too...and by then I was but a little younger than you as you may remember..and then he was gone. I pondered too, during my sick times if I had lost children I would never know of. Such a pain you have, and as a widower from a former widow, or so thought to be for years at least..you may never know. But rest assured in knowing that one day, should the soul be destined, it will come to you by another means. It is not the end. It is hard to see it now but one day when your heart and God deem you ready, life will renew itself in marvelous ways Caden." (d)