A Letter and a Long Ride......( Open )

[Caden J. Robertson]

Caden looked away from the night's sky as he heard a knock on the door. Tavish came to his feet a low rumble in his throat. Caden quieted him with a low command and a hand on the beast's head. He went to the door and opened it only to find a servant standing there with a letter in his hand. His brows furrowed a bit as he accepted the letter and the servant turned and left.

He took that letter and sat in the chair in the corner of his room. He was surprised to see the seal was that of his father. Not the man that created him, for he was dead month's before his birth, but instead the man that had raisedhim. His fingers caressed the seal slowly almost afraid to open it. He sat with it sitting in his lap, staring down at the parchment for a very long time before he grabbed a letter opener off his dresser and slid it carefully under the seal.

Slowly he opened the letter and read it's contents.....

My Son,

I have been ill for over a year now. My strength fails me more and more each day. If you are recieving this letter it is because I have passed on.

I want you to know that despite the fact that you were not my born son, I loved you as if you were. What I have left here of our home, it is yours to do with as you please Son.

I know that this may never get to you, it broke my heart when they said you had gone missing and that they assumed you dead. But I never lost hope, and in that hope do I write this. I love you Son.

Love,
Your Father.

The words were written with a shakey hand, and there were smudges over the parchment from dribbled ink. Caden's heart clenched and for several moments he could not move, his hands fisting into the paper. He took several deep calming breaths then stood. He grabbed clean sheet of parchment and quickly penned a note to his Cousin then with a call to Tavish he set off down the hall headed for the stables. Before he reached his destination he handed a servant the letter for his Cousin who delivered it straight away.

Dearest Cousin,

My father is dying or had died already, I must go see him. I am borrowing a horse from the stables and will be back as soon as I can. Please do not worry about me.

Love,
Caden

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

The parts that make us are many and are closer than we percieve them, even if the appearence of the same are few and far between. Eirian believed, with all her heart, that there was little coincidence in this world. Signs appeared on all manner of paths waiting for the willing to follow them out. This wide aspect of philosophy was not at the forefront of her mind of late. Still, it'd patterned much of her life leading up to this point - the night was trying to be more dominant than the torches of the city. The stars above were competing with man made variations below. She leaned in the window with her back in the straight part, staring up at the arch before looking down on the little lights under the mountain. The hoop on her knee housed the sewing that was as done with the rhythm of breathing. One in, one out. One in, one out. Unknowing that in this action there was another who went out as another went in to heaven, or he went out in to the world to see when another might step out to heaven if he were not already there.

The knock on the door was answered by Tabitha, who quirked a brow at the servant holding the half crumpled note. Who would pen such a thing? Let alone in a castle, and for a woman of noble birth. "What is the cause?" she asked, allowing the servant not to come inside when the Lady was at her sewing. Eirian was at peace, which meant they were all at peace. Tabitha of all the other women was protective of this state of being. Over the years she had seen serenity tested far too many times. "I have a letter for the Lady herself, it is from Sir Robertson her cousin!" It was the Avarian in Tabitha that drew an instant of ire. The mountain didn't bow down just because the wind howled. "Give it me. I will give it to my Lady, if it so important you will pass it here.." The whispered tension reached the ears of the woman for whom sight was a luxury. "Tabitha, what is the matter?" "I merely wish no one disturb your rest , my lady unless it be important but the servant says he has a note from your cousin. I may give it you if it pleases..you needn't get up." Tabitha also was still a little divided on the return of Robertson, on if this meant trouble or good tidings. It was not that she disliked him, it was that she disliked great turns of shock. Valley people could take no more afterall.

She pricked the fabric one more time with the needle before offering a laugh to soothe the air for an all was well. She shook her head, "Thank you, my good lady, but you may let the servant in. Let us not hinder his task for protecting me from a piece of paper." On this recommendation the servant was more than happy to find his way to a willing recipient instead of the watchful eyes of Tabitha, who was like a sand statue in a strange desert. She seemed to even breathe less than he did, a quality of having breathed the thick, wet air of the old country as a child. He passed the note to the Lady prime while stopping transfixed. He had forgotten, having not served her in these walls for some years just how...different she was. It was becoming standard for people to become transfixed anew at her features. "Thank you for your trouble, my lady will see you paid for it. You must forgive her. I fear my household has always been protective." This was a trait even Tabitha would find one day she shared with Caden.

As the short words of the note pierced the brain with the same function as her needlework had the cloth, she gave a long pause. Shaking her head she could not help but to worry. Could he not have come to her himself? There was nothing to be done of it now. He would make for his own reconcilation with a life taken from him while she would go on in this one, waiting for his return wherein they both would intersect, telling all.

[Caden J. Robertson]

Meanwhile Caden saddled his borrowed horse himself checking the girth and the stirrups, adjusting where adjustments need be made. He sent one boy off to the kitchen to secure him some food for travel. He stepped into his saddle and settled into place gathering the reins in his hands. He smiled warmly at the boy as he brought him a cloth bag and handed him a couple of coins. He ruffled the boy's blonde hair and then touched his heels to the bay's sides. Out of the stable they went and headed for the castle gates.

Once there he paused and looked back his gaze lifting up to the window where he knew his Cousin's rooms were. He frowned, worry furrowing his forehead. He hated to leave, hated to need to do this on his own. He prayed silently that all would be safe while he was gone. He turned the gelding for the gate again and then he was gone. Riding through the City making his way out. The dark enveloping him. Once outside the city walls he gave Tavish his freedom to roam so his horse would be less skittish.

Through the night they traveled and well into the morning, pausing every now and again to rest his horse. His mind full of words from the letter, and thoughts of his father as he was growing up. He tried to keep the emotions from overwhelming him. He was loosing yet another member of his family. This one closer to him then any one else with the exception of Eirian. He slipped through the morning light towards the little field where he grew up, he paused at the top of the hill and looked out over the space that was his home. He took in the little shack of a house, the small barn the field for farming. He frowned. It looked far more run down then it had the last time he was here.

He wondered just how long his father had been ill. He heaved a sigh and nudged the horse forward. When he reached the house he stepped out of the saddle and wrapped the reins aorund the hitching bar. Slowly Cautiously he made his way to the door. He paused with his hand on the handle unwilling for the moment to see what he knew deep in his gut what he would find.

[Caden J. Robertson]

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes letting visions of he and his Father stepping through the door each carrying a string of fish while his Mother turned from the stove stirring a pot of stew. He ran across the room and proudly held up his first caught fish, his blue eyes shining his blonde hair tossled from the wind and his Father's fingers. "Look Momma Look what I caught...."

He shook his head to clear the vision from his mind. He turned the handle and stepped inside the cabin. No fire was lit, no candles burned, the place had a feel of being long empty. He stood there in the doorway his mind turning the dusty dark room into a cheery bright room with fresh rushes on the floor, a blazing fireplace, a table freshy set with a veritable feast. Well a feast for them. The room filled with laughter.

Tears stung at the back of his eyes and he sank to his knees his head bowing under the weight of loss. Behind him Tavish pushed his way forward leaning his large body against Caden, pushing his head under his arm as if to say. "I am here for you." For a long time he sat there the cold absorbing through his clothes making his muscles stiff. He knew without a doubt that his father was gone. He had known when he read the letter but had had to come and see for himself.

When he could pull himself together Caden came to his feet. His steps heavy as he moved inside running his fingers over old memories. He moved to the bed where his parents had slept and sank down reaching under it and gripped the box there underneath. He lifted the lid and lifted a hand crafted ornament from the top of the box. It had dried seeds pasted to it, it was clumsily made. It was something he had made for his mother. It was supposed to be a snow flake but looked more like a mess. His mother had loved it. Further down was his Father's bible, worn and read so many times the thin pages were falling out of it.

At the very bottom of the box were two items. One a drawing of his parents done by an artist that had been passing through. The other was a small velvet box. Inside that box was a gold bracelet. Hanging from that bracelet were four figures carved out of different stones, jade, ruby, onyx, and diamond. A Horse, a bird of prey, a wolf, and a deer. Inside was a letter written in a fine hand. Caden set the box back down and lifted the letter slowly unfolding it. His blue eyes scanned the page widening in surprise and shock.....

To my Son,

I am sure as you read this my beloved Son, that you are very confused and perhaps greatly upset. I hope you will understand that I had no choice in giving you to the family you were raised by.

I want you to know that I loved you more then anything in my life. I was forced by your grandfather to leave you, forced to go back to my homeland. I can only leave you this one token. A bracelet given to my grandmother by my grandfather and passed down to my mother and then to me. You are my only child and so I leave this for you.

I loved your Father, and I always will. The news of his death nearly tore me apart. If not for the fact that i was pregnant with you I would have crumbled completely.

Even now I watch you sleeping and I see so much of your father in you. I will be proud of you no matter what you do or what you become. I know I am leaving you in the arms of a loving family and you will never truely want for anything. I love you my Son.

Love.
Catherine Morgan
Your Mother.

Caden crumpled the tear stained paper in his hands. They fisted tightly nearly tearing the paper in two as shock rocked through him. His mother was alive, or had been, she didn't die giving birth to him as he had been told.

[Caden J. Robertson]

Eirian

Where was he, what would become of it? Eirian had pondered this in the back of her mind allowing it only to settle like a little lay-about. The thing to be picked up and turned over. Settled. As the days went on in number with nothing to show for it the Lady began to look longer at the windows for wondering when Caden would return. Would he? Oh that was a silly question but when one lingers silly questions become things that matter. Maybe it ought truly matter. Family was to Caden much as it had been to her for many years, a source of confusion when the facts were destroyed to reveal the truth where only half-truth had been before held up as undisputed fact. God only knew how unfair it really was not to be able to claim a true picture of yourself in the eyes of those who lived or the stories of those that came before you. The clarity of the day before was replaced by clouds stirring up an omen of the same stubstance too being so clouded. Clarity - so wanted but so obscured! Fingers passed a needle up and down through a hoop to busy herself while she waited for the results of one of the pages going down toward the city gate to ask after the appearence of Sir Robertson. Had there been any?(d)

Caden

No sighting of the elusive Knight, but instead came a note, quickly scrawled. A tale of loss and found.

"Dearest Cousin,
I arrived to find that my father died. I am going through his things now cleaning up the cabin. I think I will rent it out for now. I found a note and an item from my birth mother. Apparently she did not die. Wheather she still lives or not I am not certain, I will try to find her. I will be home soon. Love Caden".

This was sent directly to the lady when the inquiry came. Miles away Caden sat in that empty cabin his father's bible in his hand. His horses tied up outside. A three year old friesian had been found wandering the fields, the son of one of his father's horses he was sure, the last one left. The borrowed gelding was tied to his saddle with the packages of memories that he would bring home. He stood and poured water on the embers in the fireplace. Satisfied he stepped out of the house, locked the door and mounted his horse, directing him towards Turas Lan (d)

Eirian

A note once more instead of him. A note, once more instead of a mouth to tell her the tales of the letter scrawled with such a short hand only words spoken would do better. Would he tell her? The secrets of his heart were not for her to keep unless he made her a guardian of them, but his return had been frought with much pain already. Pain for fear of acceptance, pain for being strange among what he had always known. It was odd watching him stumble through a world he had years ago learned to walk upright in. "Thank you, child. Go to your business now.." The boy bowed in order that he might attend to whatever else he atended to (d)

Caden

As fortune would have it Caden had left only hours after he had dispatched his letter, finishing his tasks far sooner then he had expected. Which would explaine why, a mere three hours after she recieved it, that same boy would come rushing up to her having run all the way from the stables. "My Lady, My Lady, Sir Robertson had just returned and is bedding his horses down in the stables as we speak." the poor child did not even wait for her say so to give her the news, excitement glittering in the boy's eyes. Apparently Caden and his beasts were well liked by more then a few of the stable boys. While the child announced Caden's arrival, Caden himself was pulling the saddle off his stallion, brushing him down then unloading the packages from the borrowed gelding. He pointed to three of the stable boys and instructed them to take his things to his room giving them each two gold coins for their trouble. Beside him in the hay lay a tired Tavish half dozing as his Master saw to the horses (d)

Eirian

Eirian remained with her needle and thread close to the fire for the benefit of both light and warmth. So it always was with women, a constant sewing, a constant busying of th ehands to avoid being idle. Was this not how they were supposed to wait? A constant source of repose and calm even if the world was falling to piece all around. She was no dramatist, Eirian, nor was the world falling apart. Worry was prevalent enough to cloud her eyes with want to see beyond the storm of it. When desired news at last came she crossed herself. "Oh, is this so? Thank you child thank you very much! As soon as you can tell him to make for my chambers? I would appreciate it marvelous much -- Lady Lisa please pay the child for his service." It was not uncustomary to be rewarded now and again, but by the generosity of this household he might afford himself a new tunic in due time! (d)

Caden

The boy grinned a little and nodded and then only pausing long enough to collect the coin promised he dashed out the door immediately heading for the stables on his way to pass on the message. Caden recieved it with a smile knowing his cousin would be anxious to see him. He ruffled the boy's hair and gave him an extra coin for his trouble then with a pat to his stallion's glossy neck he patted his thigh and called softly to Tavish. The beast rose to his heavy paws and followed with a low rumble as if to say. "Why can't we just stay here." Caden laughed low at the beast's complaint and rubbed his ears to passify him which rewarded him with a purr. He passed through the halls with quick steps not wishing to make Erian wait any longer then he had to. Those of the castle were starting to get used to the man and beast and instead of whispering behind their backs most nodded in greeting, some calling out welcome as he passed to which he politely greeted in turn. Soon though he was standing outside his Cousin's door and a single rapt against wood was given before he waited for her call to enter. (d)

Eirian

The King kept a menagerie with gifts of animals that came from the Pope himself, but Caden's creature was unique in that it did not live behind iron bars. People either avoided it all together or simply acknowledged it as one of the strange habits of the entitled - little matter was passed over it to those who would curtsy or bow. HIs steps were moving with purpose though, and so soon his knock was rewarded with a one of the familiar ladies-in-waiting who attended his cousin's countenance. "My Lady has been looking for you, for days now. Welcome back, I pray all is well?" Lady Lisa welcomed him while Tabitha was about to inform their mistress, but Eirian wasn't blind. She could see for herself the tall, dark youth moving in beyond the doors with his feline companion. In one moment a large breath was released. "God be praised, your letters were so thrifty for words I wondered what else had befallen, how you faired or what you saw. I am so glad you are home!" (d)

Caden

He smiled warmly at Lisa and bent and kissed her cheek gently. " Aye I know. I am here now though." He smiled at the woman then slipped inside without hesitation and moved to his cousin wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground as he hugged her tight. He buried his face in her neck and held her for several long moments before letting her go. " I am sorry Cousin to have worried you. It was something I could not put off. .. Come, sit with me and I will answer all your questions as best I can." Outwardly he looked fine, acted as if perhaps everything was just fine, but it was the eyes that gave him away, told of a deep sorrow, of loss, of confusion and unsettled thoughts. He hid them well but to the one person that knew him better then any other, she would beable to read right through him. Tavish followed him inside and with a huff he lay down before the fireplace and sprawled out looking for all the world that he belonged there. (d)

Eirian

"We will find you a meal, my lord, and drink for the sideboard." Lisa whispered, knowing in the presence of Eirian she was all but ignored. Tabitha and Anne joined her, giving the pair much needed privacy. Lithe arms wrapped clear around him despite how much taller and thicker he was! She pulled him close to her heart as could be managed. "No, no it was not. God rest your father's soul and keep your lady-mother, wherever and whomever she may be. Yes, yes let us sit.." Her questions had no doubt been his questions, his answers to give were just that only if he sougth to. Eirian looked to him as one looks to the plain spelled letters in a book. As Tavish made himself at home, Caden looked as if the word was too strange a concept to grasp anymore "Tell me what you will of what happened, what you have found. What you seek to tell me is all I will seek to know, it is just you left so suddenly. I..know how hard it has been for you to return as if naught had happened when so much had. I just could not endure the thought of more harm or heartache coming to you." (d)

Caden

As she sat he settled at her feet needing her closeness. He leaned against the chair his head leaning on the arm. " So many questions of my own. She gave me her name. my Father had told me she was English. but that is all I know. I want so badly to find her, to know what has become of her. I do not know where to start." He sighed deeply his words coming in a rush as he settled in to absorb the warmth. He had heard Lisa's offer to find him a hot meal and he had managed to nod to her to let her know that would be appreciated. As he spoke to his Cousin of his findings, of his plans for his father's home, he stared into the fire watching the flames dance. He told her that he had been lost in memories from the first moment of his arrival, memories of his childhood, and hope that he would find his father alive. He had found where he had been buried, next to the mother that had raised him. All the animals had been sold off except for the horse he had found, which he thinks had been deliberately left in hopes of Caden's return. ((d))

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

Eirian Apollius


"Sit, sit by the fire.." Minutes moved like hours only to stand still. When you waited for someone, a love or kin, the time of the absence never goes by quick enough only in their return to linger in the same way. Time made no sense. Yet, time never need make sense to mankind. Eirian recorded the hours now by the expressions of his tired face as she took his hand to see him seated. By now the food and drink had arrived, and one of the chamber maids was stirring up the fire to its warmest reach before all of them but the Lady Artisan and Caden would leave. No more was pressed from him. Not what, when, who or why. As he would sup she, like most women, took up her needlework to busy her hands in a fit of pretty industry. This act also calmed the mind. While some rued what women were relegated to, Eiran had never been one to underestimate the power of a good piece of string. (d)


Caden Robertson


For a while he did not speak. He simply ate his meal and drank to take care of his thirst. He let the warmth of the fire seep into him, his mind well aware that it was just the two of them but he did not wish to speak just yet. A lump had settled into his throat making it hard to swallow at times as he thought of what he had to tell her. Finally when he could speak he looked over at her his blue eyes anguished with hurt and a burning need for knowlege. "I have to find her Eirian. I have to find out if she still lives." He spoke the words softly as his hands wound around themselves tightly. (d)


Eirian Apollius


When nothing was said everything was being thought. While he ate she pushed her needle down to pull, up to pull, down to pull, up to pull over and over in the formation of a word in a motto in the center of her sewing hoop. At last words came back to the space between them so pregnant with emotion Eirian gave pause in her activity. "Then you must look for her, Caden. Whatever it may take, and whateer you may learn along the way." She folded one hand over the other atop the sewing so it came to rest over her knee. "That is all there is to that, I would suppose." (d)


Caden Robertson


He nodded solemnly. "I might have to leave again. Travel where her trail leads. I guess I should start with Alexander, but.. I doubt he will give me the information I need. " He frowned at the thought of confronting his grandfather. After all it was his fault that his Mother had been forced to leave him behind. He wondered if he had any more siblings, wondered if she had made a life for herself. Wondered if she even lived and for how long sha had lived if she was no longer alive. So many questions and no answers to be had as of yet. "If you had been faced with something such as this where someone threatened you was forcing you to do something youdid not want to, would you still leave your child behind?" he knew the circumstances, and most of his anger was directed at his Grandfather. But a tiny piece of him could not help the childish thought that she should have taken him with her anyway. (d)


Eirian Apollius


When he mentioned Alexander Eirian bit in to her lip, she shook her head as if to even disuade him from the very idea was as simple as the action she did at the very moment in time. "Believe me when I tell you, it is better to ask your Uncle Iain than to seek anything of a man who is no better than a criminal, and is wanted for what he has done. So much has happened since you were gone, Caden. If you would seek your family it is better to ask Iain." Once it would have been better to ask nothing, for the two young men were bitter rivals, one wanting a place he now had and another seeming placed there. A question came then of how far a mother would go to protect a child or what connections could keep that child to her "I have had to go places without my children and would stay there to keep them from being harmed, yes, be it by willingness to finish a task or by force. At other times, as you know, Hope was an infant when Avaria had fallen under and so lived with me during that time. It is not always easy for a mother to keep her children with her when it is not safe, just as she can not ever leave them alone, but if she is any part of you..then she loved you. Or so I pray it, for even the worst, blackest hearts still hold some clear center when it comes to a life you have carried in you. I know that my father had little to do with his absence from the side of my mother, and it could not be helped, and am comforted to know that in the time of their passing they at least had one another after many years without, even if I could not have my mother, I did so have her for many more years than most ever do. A woman's heart is a deep place already, so deeper is that of a mother." She breathed inward before putting the sewing aside, exhaling her words "You are of a family, too, that is different by nature." (d)


Caden Robertson


He listened to her carefully, frowning as she told him to seek out instead Iain. He and his Uncle had not been on bad terms but not necissarily good terms either. Though in truth if he had his choice between his Grandfather and his Uncle, He would choose the Uncle he barely knew. Her spoken words on family and a Mother's heart and will comforted him. In truth he knew them in his heart, it had just been that small part of his brain that held doubt. "I wonder if she ever knew of what happened to me, Did someone keep her informed?" Questions he voiced but did not expect answers to at the moment. He sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair folding his hands behind his head as he let his body relax. "I have only just arrived, Cousin, and it seems that it will not be long that I will have to leave again." He frowned at the idea. He knew it would make Tavish grumpy as he was happy here, he could always leave the beast here but then he would pace and prowl and be even unhappier if he left him behind. He did not relish the thought of leaving agian. (d)



Eirian Apollius

"I don't know if anyone told her of you, Caden, I do wish that I could." She looked to where the tiger found his contentment. A strange out of menagerie creature was as common to her now as a cat or hunting dog would be to another, or for that matter her falcom. Her hreat gripped to think of how he would go again, having only just found on another. Just as he would have had a chance to settle to connect at court there were questions to answer. No matter the season, it was never too wet or too cold to piece together a broken heart. "You will need be careful when you go, perhaps so you might rest yourself and spare your more cousin yet of some worrying, you might inquire as to where the Lord Iain is currently passing his time, and pen him a letter for delivery. Thus you might learn of some place, if any to go, before you out to Struan and around, roaming endlessly in rain or snow." She hardly believed the worst of her own mouth in earnest. Her lands which had become little less than a province were craddled between many old families, old clans. One one of dischord on either and she often prayed on knees for many hours to be left out of the fray. If one could ask the Lady how many clans she had truck with, she would say it were all and none. All for she knew individuals associated with families, and none for she never took up the greater whole if it could be helped. (d)


Caden Robertson


He thought on that for a moment and nodded. " Aye Cousin I will send word to Iain with a few questions before I head off in search. It is better to have a direction to head in rather then none at all. " He leaned over to her and kissed her cheek gently. "No need to worry my Cousin." He knew those words were futile. She worried about him as she worried about her own children, her husband, and any other family she was close to. He knew that and he would never begrudge her that, but it would not stop him from telling her not to worry, as futile as the words may be. "I hope that Luke and Hope won't be too upset if i have to leave again." The three of them were hardly seperable. If the children were not in their shooling, they were wandering about tagging after Caden, hanging onto Tavish's tail while Caden worked, or was set to guard them for the day. Whenever possible they were with him. Of course he would miss them too if he had to leave. They were as much a part of him as Eirian was. (d)


Eirian Apollius


"The children will be disappointed but they will endure it, the King has a menagerie himself they might see, and with all of the lessons and playfellows to be found in court plenty of distraction until you arrive again. Forgive me, cousin, but I will try not to worry. No promise made there for they are easily broken." She smiled at his affection, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek, "It is only that I worry for those who would see you return among your kin for any reason at all, yes, there are many that I have a lacking trust in. Not your uncle. I do not know him well and it seems as he has endured enough this summer past, with the fued battles and the trial that would have seen him killed a treasonist, yet this is why I beg you have a care. Who knows whom would still support the way it was under Alexander, it is said Iain only kept his place as he had married where the man told him. Things have changed since but as of what or who, or where I know not. If i were more of a gossip or a great political player, you would have more. Alas I am not." She stood and hugged him. "Merely a woman who loves her family, and has cared for you for many years wishing you no more ill than you have already known. I know a place in my household, no matter how good,will never answer the questions of your mother though." (d)


Caden Robertson


He stood and hugged her back holding her tightly for several moments before relaxing his hold. "You bring me comfort my Cousin. I hope you know that. I will not risk causing trouble for my Uncle, I will take care in who my letters are delivered to. I might even wait and ask the King himself if he knows of Iain's where abouts." He thought for a moment about Iain and gave his cousin a rueful smile. "You know, I never wanted to be a clan leader in the first place." For a while it seemed that is what his destiny would be, but alas fate stepped in with a terrible almost crippling blow and changed his destiny all together. "I wonder if he or my Grandfather have even gotten word of my return." He almost hoped not, he did not wish to have his grandfather try to get him under his thumb agian, did not want his Uncle to think he would try to take his place from him. From what he had heard, he had earned his position well. He did not want to disrupt that. (d)


Eirian Apollius


"That is good idea, for he would know given he passed judgement on the matters of seasons passed. It would do my heart well that the King should tell you these things and know himself why you go from court, if only in that should anything come to pass that is not of good, he may remedy it." Such a little matter needn't royal approval nor was it anything to approve but she was not one to be caught unawares, knowing enough of possible scenarios while abstaining from a great many things that seemed to be a delightful bane to other Scottish families. "To my knowledge none have heard of Alexander yet with the summoning of court there would be others surely of the clan, or thoes who were near them at the time of the happenings. Naturally I attended not the trial and stayed clear by all means of any battle, but so many in one place remedies much." When he spoke of his true feelings, Eirian smiled a little "I could tell, at least if not a Chieftain, you may exist quite comfortably hmm? Quiet, church-going enobled folk who favor sheep, farming, and art to politics." (D)


Caden Robertson


"Then that is what I will do." he stated simply. He smiled then at her words. " I am comfortable as I am my cousin. Your acting guard for you and your children, it gives me the time I want for my books and to be near those I love. I could not want more." or at least not yet, little did he know in the next few days he would meet a pretty little spitfire that would turn his life even more upside down, only this time in a good way. He leaned forward and kissed her forhead softly. "Get some rest Eirian. As I am headed for my chambers to do the same." He smiled down to her then turned to head for the door with a soft call to Tavish. (d)


Eirian Apollius

"I am glad you are content, Caden. You should be and given every happiness that can be spared." He always kissed her forehead, so much like a good brother ought instead of a mere cousin to some degree or other. "We are safe and well kept by your eyes and heart, thank you." Given the lateness of the hour and with the knowledge that for now he was not too far beyond her chambers Eirian would indeed take her rest. She, too, had been busy at many things that left the eyes dry and the mind exhausted. In fact she slept so long and well for once it was well in to the morning when the sun at last caught her eyes through her drawn up bed curtains (d)


Caden Robertson


He had slipped off to his room for a good nights sleep, his mind quiet for the moment . Tavish slept at the food of his bed and woke him before dawn. He grumbled as he rose and pushed the huge beast's head away from him with a lugh. "Alright alright we will go." he shook his head and laughed then moved to get dressed. He pulled on a pair of leather trousers, a good pair of new boots and a cotton peasants shirt. Over that he pulled on a plain leather vest and grabbed his cloak. He ruffled Tavish's fur and lead him out the door and out into the early morning for their morning run. They dissapeared into the streets of the city at an easy lope. It was not until well into the morning that they reappeared both walking at a leasurely pace. They slipped through the castle and down the halls, nearly frightening a maid to death as she came out of a room carrrying a pile of sheets. He appologized profusely then continued down the hall and slipped into his Cousin's main chamber just as she began to stir from her own bed. (d)

Eirian Apollius

An allowance was made for those who were family to move to the place of the bedchamber by the ladies, who with a cant of head allowed him entrance. The maids would lower themselves before going off to do the heavier cleaning of the chambers while the ladies oversaw them. Lisa took to arranging breakfast for the Lady while Tabitha saw to the washing and dressing of the children. This left Anne to follow in behind Caden as she went in to the lady's trunks to lay out her attire for the day. Unless it was complicated or necessary, the Lady had always attended her own person. Unlike some in this station, she could do more than offer a foot for a shoe or lift up her hair for the doing of laces! The sunlight and Anne rifling through the chests pulled her eyes open more until they were filled by the nearest thing, Caden. "Mm..good morning," she whispered low, "What is the time? It must be late if you are sitting on the edge of my bed?" Eirian put her hands back and began to pull, pull herself up in order to be against the wall instead of flat on her back. All of her hair was in a long braid. The looped thing was twisted twice and secured with a ribbon now brushing her abdomen as all was hefted over her shoulder.

She smiled at him with a look that read somewhere between proud mother or sister and constant friend. He was younger than herself by a few years, young enough to have been a brother. There were times he guarded her like one, and other times where her tenderness replaced the lack of maternal influence in his life. As he aged she marveled at how his features now favored her own so much more than when she first had met him. He was Scottish born, but somewhere in him it did her good to see the features she also knew her own father had worn. They continued on for those who didn't. "What are you thinking? So silent." Caden made her think on her step-son Saul. Where was he now, what journey did he embark on?

[Caden J. Robertson]

He watched her stir, smiled as she sat up. " Good morning Cousin. It is about mid morning, you have slept late this morning. We have already had our breakfast and been out and about while you lazed in bed. " He teased her. After he grew quiet, pensive. So long so it had drawn her question of his silence. He smiled. " I was thinking of my Mother, wondering what she was like. I loved my adopted mother dearly, she was a wonderful kind woman. But I am still curious about Catherine." He spoke her name out loud for the first time. He wondered how many people actually had known her. He wondered if any knew her now... He sighed a little bit and looked down at his hands. "I will be writing a missive to the King this evening before I take to my bed. I hope that I can find some answers." (d)

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

"Mid morn? Heavens it is late! I wonder why the women did not wake me, it is not my custom to be a'bed so late." Her mind went over the things in the day she had missed: first light, first prayers, first mass. While at court she had no animals to tend nor fabrics to make, there was still business in the city that waited for no man or woman who lazed about. "I hope that the children are awake.." Lady Anne laughed, smoothing out the sleeves on her lady's gown and finding for a pretty companion that would look good over it, and be warm, "The children have awoken a pair of hours before you Madame, they seemed so deep Tabitha could not wake them. Everyone has been excited by Sir Caden's return no doubt. I think the world will forgive you for but one day in bed beyond the rise of the sun"


Perhaps it would. Perhaps. At least she was awake to listen to Caden's questions concerning the origins of his birth mother, Catherine. "I do hope he can tell you, or point you to where such could be found. Know you her village? Certainly the parish would have a note of her baptism, a wedding? Beginning with the King is the best way for he has a recording of life and history to him any man would envy." She slid a hand across the bed to pat his ,"We want to know all that makes us, though love forms bonds where blood does not, blood still blinds too. Deeply and in all matters such as this. To know our past is to know our future at times."

[Caden J. Robertson]

He smiled at his cousin and squeezed her hand when it came to rest on his. He looked down at her hand as he listened to her. He gave a heavy sigh. "She is English Cousin. I have no idea what villiage she was from, wheather she was from a prominant family or from a poor one. She says so little in her letter."

He lifts his gaze to hers for a long moment then digs into his pocket and hands her the well read letter he had found. He waited for her to read it. Mean while he glanced around and grinned as he saw Hope and Luke standing in the door way. He grinned. All his heavy worries lifted from his face and shoulders and he turned and went to them, gathered them up in a hug and carried them to the bed dropping them with a playful growl and tickles onto the soft matress to attack their mother.

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

"There is nothing wrong with that, it only means that it is a little more distant I suppose. It is fortunate for your cause that the King of Scotland is also the one of England, by the grace of God," she crossed herself at this for it was with this only that such a thing were possible, "It will all come to right, you will see." Her own memories of England as a child were precious and from the last year were so horrid she had no desire to set foot on English soil or attempt to weed out the difference from the hostile or delightful. Still, his search was with good reason and his heart was pure. Surely such a thing would yield good harvests.


One thing she need never doubt was the goodness of her children. Caden put them on the bed to which they happily, once free of his tickling fingers, fell to hugging, kissing, and prodding their mother. "You slept so long, Mama!" Luke cried aloud while Hope concured," A very long time, are you sick Mama or have a headache? Tabitha says that women take to bed with headspells sometimes. Do you need smelling salts? Have you the vapors?" She wrapped her arms around them, pulling them down for her to love. Oh such love it was! She kissed their rosy cheeks and smooth foreheads, laughing all the while as she said, "Oh no, Mama was only tired! Vapors - goodness, whatever have you been listening to Hope with the young ladies? You are to have lessons in letters, ettiquette, prayers, dance, and French, not silly things such as weak constitutions. Vapors and headaches. You silly thing!" She tickled the sweets spots that made little girls squeel before doing the same to a little boy's feet. Moments like this made life whole, warm, and sweet.

[Caden J. Robertson]

Caden grinned as he listened to them chatter and play, spent an hour visiting with them, but then duties would call and he would have t hings to see to. He kissed them all on the forehead, promised to see them later in the day and then turned and left with Tavish at his heels.

Man and beast no longer got so many strange stares. The people around them were getting used to the harmless presence of the beast and his Master. Not so many stood and stared at the scar that Caden now revealed on a regular basis. His step now was not so heavy, his life seemed to be changing. And soon he would be heading out to find the mother he had never known.

[Caden J. Robertson]

In Search of His Mother

Caden:

Caden sat at his desk with a piece of parchment before him. He dipped his quill and let it hover over the page. He stared at the blank parchment pondering his words carefully. Soon, he set the quill to paper and began to write, making his request to start his search for his Mother. He wondered in the back of his mind if the King had known his mother at some point. He doubted it, but you never know especially here in Turas Lan.

My King,

I have recently discovered that my mother, Catherine Morgan, was alive after I was born. My grandfather forced her away. I want to find out if she is still alive now, and if she is where does she reside. My Lady, Cousin Eirian, suggested that I seek information from my Uncle Iain. I do not know where my Uncle is at currently. If you have any information on either my Mother or the where abouts of my Uncle, would you please send me word?

Thank you,
Caden Robertson

He finished the missive and folded it, sealed it and then handed it off to the waiting paige. He handed the young boy a couple of coins and sent him off to deliver the note to the King. The boy grinned at the coins in his hand then dipped them into his pocket while he trotted off and headed for the King's chambers, a knock given to the door that he had been told that the King was behind, then he waited patiently for the call to enter.

The King

Adam had relegated many small menial tasks to the court scribe and dealth with many domestic and international affairs. And it was upon one of the international affairs that kept him at a desk for the better part of the day… And as the candle burned low, the man who was King sat back in the chair rubbing his eyes.

Side-tracked by the rap upon the heavy oak door made Adam sit erect… “Enter…” he commanded as he set the document aside. The paige entered, and announced the messenger. “A missive from Lord Robertson?” Adam immediately assumed it was from Lord Iain, once again requesting attendance at Court. Chuckling, Adam replied. To the paige… “Set is aside lad, I shall read Lord Iain’s missive later…”

Taken back by the paige mentioning it being from Lord Caden, not Lord Iain… Adam picked up the missive. Breaking the seal, Adam began reading it… “Nay, dunnae leave, I ‘ave a reply to go out immediately…” the paige having requested leave, simply bowed and stood by the wayside.

Dipping the quill into the well, Adam began to write in plain English, instead of the Gaelic:

Dear Lord Caden,
Tis most welcomed letter from you. My daily reports have stated you had returned to Skye and are staying at Lady Eirian’s estate. I pray this letter finds thee well of health. I know the Robertson have undergone quite a transition of late… and this may be difficult for you… be it known for the greater good that your grandfather, Lord Alexander is no longer a threat. He is a wanted man charged with treason against the crown. And I pray soon, he be prought to justice.

I know not of a Catherine Morgan… but your Uncle, Lord Iain is at Dunsgate Manor in Sleat, the home of Lady Chloestrain MacGregor. I pray you find your Mother.

If I might be able to assist, do nae hesitate to request royal assistance. Use this as permission to visit the Royal Archives if that shall help. Just show to the Archivist and they shall assist fully without question.

Alast, welcome home M’Lord. I shall expect you at Court soon.

Very respectfully,

The King scribbled his name and applied the hot wax atop it and pressed his ring with the royal seal into the thick red liquid. Pouring the powder over the wax, he let it cool.

Folding the missive, he hands it to the paige. “Get this to Lord Caden immediately…”

Caden

Caden had not been expecting such a quick response. He had dressed in his robe after having had a bath and now sat in a chair beside his bed reading from a book he had borrowed from the Hall of Books. He turned the page and nearly cut his finger on it as a rap at his door startled him. He frowned a little bit thinking there might be something wrong. He came to his feet and made his way across the floor his hand resting on the handle while his other went to rest on the dagger he kept close to the door. He opened the door and then grinned as he spied the Paige.

The boy looked to be out of breath and he held out his missive as he tried to regulate his breathing. Caden looked surprised when he saw the seal on the missive and ushered the boy inside. He gently broke the wax and opened the letter his eyes scanning over the written words. He nodded and penned another quick message thanking the King for his information and the use of the Royal Archives. He stored the letter away as the paige ran off to deliver the last missive to the King.

Meanwhile Caden returned to his desk and started to pen a letter to his Uncle. He eyed the paper for a moment trying to decide how to adress it, Iain was his Uncle, but they barely knew each other.

Uncle Iain,

That title feels strange, as I do not know you well. That is not why I am writing you though. It has recently come to my attention that my birth mother, Catherine Morgan, did not die giving birth to me, but had been forced to leave me behind by Grandfather. I have a wish to try and find her if she still lives, or learn about her life if she doesent. I know you and my father were not close but I am writing to ask you if you have any information on her, if you knew her, if you know if she was given updates on me as i grew up, If you k now where she might be, any information you might have would be more then appreciated.

Your Nephew,
Caden Robertson

Caden re-read the letter then with a satisfied nod he sealed it and went to bed. When he woke in the morning, he sought out a trusted servant and friend, one he had known well before he had gone to Argyll. He placed the letter in his hands and told him to deliver it to Lord Iain at Dunsgate Manor. The letter was to go only to him and no other. If the Lord was not still at Dunsgate he was instructed to find out where he had gone and follow the trail till he could deliver the missve himself to the Lord. He paid him well and set him on his way. Then he would wait patiently for a response.

Lord Iain

It had been days since the paige arrived with the letter. Iain and the men of Dunsgate had been out searching for the wolves that had been rampaging the MacGregor, and surrounding estates’, stock. Lambs were butchered beyond recognition, and rams lay dead with their innards ripped out. Four days and still no wolves. ((this is not wolves but men causing problems)) Iain rode behind the men of Dunsgate, his mind wandering as to the killed stock. A simple scratch of his head was evidence of his bewilderment.

Meanwhile, back at Dunsgate manor, the paige was well received, and followed his instructions regarding the security of the missive. The words “deliver it to Lord Iain at Dunsgate Manor. The letter was to go only to him and no other…” rang in his mind as he kept the missive close to vest. The chamberlain of Dunsgate could only smirk at the lad as he waited patiently day after day; biding his time reading or playing checkers with the other paiges assigned to the manor.

The men rode back into the MacGregor estate and as they settled in the livery, each man, weary from the hunt, dismounted and handed the reins to the liverymen. Iain was one of those tired… but he was soon met by one of the MacGregor paiges escorting the paige from the north.

“Lord Iain Robertson?” the lad bowed and held out the sealed letter. “A missive from Lord Caden, milord…”

Iain looked a bit confused. “Aye, I am Lord Robertson…” then he took the letter, breaking the seal and opening it… “Caden? Lord Caden…?” he said with a odd tone and a chuckle. It had been years since he had seen Caden, who was but a squire at the time. And now he was a Lord? Iain smirked.

Reading the letter, Iain began to walk… “Follow me lad…” as he glanced over his shoulder. And the pair walked into the manor, right to the library, that Chloe had allowed Iain to handle correspondence from Dun Darroch. Sitting down at the desk, Iain leaned back, his slate grey eyes briefly looking at the paige… “Sit boy… dunnae make me nervous by standing…”

Iain vaguely knew Catherine… and he knew after Daniel’s death, Lord Alexander took the boy under his wing. It was that mentoring of Caden that infuriated Iain, because he knew Alexander was grooming Caden as the tanist instead of Iain… The last time Iain had seen Caden is when Jonus had brought him back from Scotland to live with his Grandfather. But like then, even now, Iain held no anger or concern regarding Caden… He still hated Alexander.

And it was Alexander that had sent Catherine away… Iain looked, not necessarily at the paige, but into the mind of yesteryear, trying to remember the las time he saw Catherine… then he took the quill and dipped it in the well.

Dear Caden,
Tis good to hear you are still alive. Much has occurred in the past few years, and I offer my home to you, should you desire to visit. In regards to your mother, finding her is a good thing to try, for she loved you dearly. The last time I saw her was when she came to Dun Darroch, in secrecy, to hear word of your well-being in Scotland. At that time, she was living in Halistra, a town on the Waternish Peninsula… She was indentured to a man of the MacSweens. That is the best I can do lad…

One note of point… Your Grandfather, Alexander, is a criminal, wanted by the King for Treason. Beware. Last I heard, he is in a hidden stronghold somewhere in MacLeod’s Tables.

If I may help further, dunnae hesitate to ask. We are family still.

Your Uncle,
Iain

Iain blew hot breath upon the ink, then folded the letter. Pouring hot blue wax on the edge, he uses his family ring to impress the Robertson seal upon it. Handing the missive to the paige, who quickly stood… “Deliver to yer Master, boy. Make haste. I shall be here thru the spring for return correspondence.”

Then Iain sat back in the chair, his elbows on the desk, and he interlaced his fingers in contemplation.

Caden

Caden waited for days, when a week passed he began to worry that something had befallen the paige. A week and a half had passed before the boy finally arrived. He gave his horse to a groomsman and went in search of Caden. Today he would find him on the training field with some of the other knights. He and another knight were sword to sword, niether giving an inch. Both were stripped down to their waists. Their feet moved at a steady pace forward back to the side. At one point the paige had to side step them from getting knocked into. When it was obvious that neither knight was going to give in nor win at this point, the instructer stepped in and broke them apart. "Gae Rest boys."

Caden stepped away with an easy grace and spotted the paige. He smiled relief in his features that the boy had made it back safe and sound. "Good to see you made it back in one piece Sean. How was your trip? Did you find Lord Iain?"

Sean nodded his blonde head and grinned. "Aye Sir I found 'im. He seemed surprise tae get a message from ye but he penned one back right away." the lanky 15 year old handed over the missive then waited while Caden broke the seal and read the contents inside. Questions filled his mind and with a nod to the Knight he had been sparing with he strode off, pulling his shirt over his head and with both Sean and Tavish at his heels.

He headed for his chambers and settled at his desk taking out another parchment after telling Sean he could go get some rest and a meal then to be back and ready to take a letter to his Cousin the Lady Apollius.

Dearest Cousin,

I have heard from Uncle Iain. His letter has left me with more questions and a few answers as well. I am headed to Dunsgate to see him to ask him personally of my Mother, it seems he knows of her. I have enclosed the letter I recieved from my Uncle so you may read it for yourself. I have hired young Sean as my personal paige, I will likely make him my squire. Please keep an eye on him if you will Cousin while I am gone. Be safe my Cousin, and if you need me send Sean after me, he knows how to find me.

Love,
Caden

He sealed the letter and set it on his desk. Then he grabbed another parchment and picked up his quill. His hand hovered over the paper thinking of what to write, but then he would stand putting the quill away. He would have to see Rhona persnally, she would be very upset with him if he left without saying goodbye in person. When Sean returned he handed the missive to his cousin to him and sent him off with an extra coin to boot. Once he was off he slipped out of the room and went in search of the firey redhead that had claimed his attention.

[Caden J. Robertson]

Caden

Caden wrote a missive to his Cousin, letting her know that he was leaving yet again. Then, knowing it should be done in person he sent word to Rhona that he needed to see her, asked her to meet him in the Hall of books later that same evening. Now he sat in his favorite chair in the Hall of Books. At his feet lay Tavish, half asleep the great white cat spread out and the tip of his tail swished idly, completely at ease. Sitting on the arm of the chair was a small box, just something small he had gotten for Rhona while at market. He was buying books and had felt compelled to buy what lay inside the box. Tonight he was dressed well, and yet simple.

A pair of well made Leather boots, soft leather pants, worn well, an obvious favorite pair. An off white peasant's shirt made of silk, a gift from his Cousin and liked more for it's style then the material. Over the top of that was a simple leather vest to match the pants that encased his long legs. His cloak lay on the back of the chair discarded for the room was nice and warm tonight, a fire built in the fireplace because he knew he was supposed to meet with Rhona. He prayed she would not be upset and was more then prepared to ask her to go with him. (d)

Rhona

Rhona would receive word that the Lord Caden Robertson request her presence. The message came while in the presence of the Lady Windsor. Jelenah was told who it was from and why, to which she wasted little time in shooing the red head off. Telling her she should go right away. Rhona nodded, curtsied and quickly took her leave. She arrived in the Hall Of Books and looking as pleasant as ever as far as her choice of dress for the day. She was after all the Lady Windsor's maiden.

As she slipped in, she was quiet and careful. Only when she neared Caden and Tavish would she finally speak. "Ah received yer message Caden. Is all well? It sounded vera urgent." she said as her hands came to clasp together about waist high. She glanced about the room for a moment, seeing if they were completely alone before she looked back to the young man and his beast. "If Ah am late... Ah did nae mean tea keep ye waiting fer vera long."

Caden

He lifted his gaze as she came near and smiled warmly. He took her in and felt a since of pride and wonderment in her. He came to his feet which caused Tavish to sit up and blink sleepily. He laughed a little and teased the large cat. "Some watch dog you are." He laughed as Tavish just yawned wide and lay back as he had been.

He turned back to Rhona and stepped closer taking her small hands in his and leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her even softer lips. He resisted the urge to linger longer on those soft lips that drew him like a moth to the flame. Caden lifted his gaze to hers and spoke quietly. "Nay, sweet Rhona. You are not late. I was simply early. I wanted it to be comfortable in here when for when you arrived." He flashed her a bit of a smile and lifted a hand to brush a few red strands from her face in a tender gesture. " I have some news you are not going to like to hear." He started out, watching her carefully. "I have to go to Dunsgate to visit my Uncle. He has some information on my Mother." He paused a moment and searched her face for her reaction to that then continued. "I hate the thought of leaving you behind, for I have no idea how long I will be gone. I would love to take you with me, if yo u so wish. Either way though my Rhona, I will return to you." He smiled as he said those last words then waited, nearly holding his breath for her response. (d)

Rhona

Rhona had to look over her shoulder a moment to see if he was smiling at someone else rather than her. Nope, no one there. When she looked back to him, she gave a small smile in return before she glanced to Tavish. That smile of hers twisted into a smirk then before hazel eyes came to settle on the Caden. He stepped in closer and took her hands in his. Her eyes dropped to see the pale fingers of her hand encased in the darker hands to which his fingers slowly closed over. Eyes lifted to meet his once more. He said she wasn't late and with that came a silent sigh of relief as he pressed his lips to hers in that soft subtle kiss.

However, when he said that he had news for her, news that she wasn't going to like to hear, her heart sank. Rhona just knew that he had a change of heart, that he was no longer interested in her as he had claimed several nights before. Slowly, she would try to pry her hands free, but then stopped when he explained just what that news actually was. Her head cant slightly, a more at ease emotion claimed her face rather than the fear stricken look of possibly being told she was no longer wanted.

Caden shared with her more of his reason why he had asked to meet her here which while it did sadden her to know he was leaving, there had been that worry lifted from her heart."Ye be sarch'n fer answers bout yer mother... ye need tae focus on that and nae 'ave me there tae distract ye. Perhaps... Ah can come n' join ye a lil later? Ah can nae just leave M'Lady Windsor.."

Caden

He felt her hands try to jerk away and saw the fear on her face before he told her what he had wanted her to know. He saw the relief on her face and smiled at her and bent his head to her ear and whispered. "I will nae change my mind my sweet Rhona. You may not know it yet but ye are mine." He grinned a little against her ear knowing she would retaliate to that and quickly continued before she could pull away. "It will take time, I know, I will have tae prove myself tae you. And I am fully prepared to, because I will not let you go. Not unless you say so and even then perhaps not, you would have to convince me that you did not want me as badly as I want you. " he leaned back again and watched her face and the myriad of emotions that slipped over her beautiful features.

"You are right though, you might serve as a distraction, a welcome one though. You do need to take care of your Lady though so the choice is yours. Like I said I will be back. With luck i will only be gone perhaps no more then a week. Where I go from there I don't know." he turned from her for a moment and picked up the box from the arm of the chair and handed it to her. "I knew your answer would likely be something of that effect so I brought you this, so you can write to me while I am gone." (d)

Rhona

When Caden was reluctant to release his hold right before she relaxed, only so he could lean in and whisper that sweet personal challenge. She was his?! Since when was she a claimed woman? Rhona cut her eyes to him and smirked lightly but then his tone became more sincere, and so did the expression within her eyes and upon her features. When he leaned back to look to her, she stared at him at first... almost in awe, as if truly speechless.

It wasn't until he spoke on her being a welcome distraction and how she did need to tend to her Lady. The fiery red head blinked a couple times and sighed inwardly. She'd like to go with him, of course... but she had a duty to the Lady Windsor. "Iffen ye be gone fer only a week's time... then perhaps Ah will stay wit M'Lady. Though... iffen ye journey tae yer Uncle's lands call fer ye tae travel again, perhaps Ah could come then. That is o'course iffen ye are nae able tae come visit me before ye head off again."

Rhona then watched Caden as he slowly turned from her to the chair and plucked something up from the chair behind him and then turn back to her. It was a box... and immediately she began to wonder what was in that box. When he handed it off to her, she reached out to take it. As soon as her fingers were secured around it, she lifted her gaze to his own. "Caden... ye...ye did nae need tae go n' dae this..." she said with sincere appreciation.

Caden

He smiled warmly as she offered to try to come see him if he had to travel further. He brushed her cheek with his fingers. "Aye I would like that very much. If you are not able to come to me then I will come see you before I head off in another direction." He watched her as she took the wrapped box with a satin bow keeping it closed.

"Aye sweet Rhona I did not have to but I did so anyway, please, open it." His eyes sparked in anticipation of her reaction as he waited for her to open the box to see what lay inside it's velvet lining. Once the top was lifted nestled inside would be a couple of ink wells, a brand new quill and some personalized stationary each one different with drawings of the beach, or animals across the bottom and her name written in calligraphy like a signature. It had taken him a couple of days to hunt it down and have it made but now he was glad he had taken the time to get it for her.(d)

Rhona

Rhona's eyes would shift between Caden's gaze, their hands and then the gift after he brushed her cheek with his fingers. She finally tugged at satin ribbon that formed the bow where her gift was revealed when she removed the top. She saw the ink wells, the quill, and the stationary. It was all very nice, very sweet, and she looked to him with a appreciative smile. "Caden... ye... ye shouldn't 'ave, but Ah thank ye vera much. Ah 'ave never been much o'a writer, but wit ye leaving.... Ah have reason tae begin." She put the box aside and then turned back to him where she slowly and gently wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a hug. She lingered there

Caden

Caden watched her as she opened the box and looked within and smiled as she thanked him. His arms went around her and held her close when wrapped her arms around his neck. he nuzzled his face into her shoulder and breathed deep of her scent. He smiled against her soft skin and softly kissed the spot where her shoulder and neck meet. "You are welcome my Sweet Rhona." He held her there in his arms holding her close reluctant to let her go hating the fact that he would have to leave her here for now. (d)

Rhona

She felt the nuzzle, felt his arms wrap around her and draw her in closer. She felt the smile against the curve of her neck before he placed the soft kiss there. She closed her eyes for a moment and swallowed hard. Hoping she had been able to hide the effect that he had on her that very moment. When she looked to him, she nodded. "When dae ye leave? Tonight or come tha morning? or perhaps another day or so even?" she asked. She remained where she was, as she was, no closer, but no further apart either. Arms did loosen though, slowly falling while her hands slid down from his neck to his shoulders where she held on to him there. She could feel the flutters of butterflies in her stomach one minute and the knots the next. All while telling herself in her mind to get a hold of herself, that she was just acting silly. That if she wasn't careful, she was going to make a complete fool of herself. [d]

Caden

He smiled warmly as he met her gaze. One hand lifted to lightly stroke her cheek with his fingers. His thumb reached out and softly caressed her full bottom lip. "I will leave tomorrow. I wanted this evening with you before heading off. " He bent his head a little bit and rested his forehead against hers just holding her for the moment enjoying the feel of her slender frame in his arms. He saw the war going on inside her and had to smile to himself. He would break down the walls and slip inside, and show her what love was all about, and that it was meant for her. (d)

Rhona

Rhona looked from one eye to the next, searching his gaze for any indication of his forth coming answer as his hand lifted so he could stoke her cheek with his fingers. His thumb came to caress along that lower lip and the urge to press a kiss to it was strong. However, her determination to not yet break down her guard won out and she resisted. Rhona nodded when he told her he was leaving the next day. "Ah ... Ah am glad ye wanted to." She whispered back as his head lowered to press his forehead to her own. She stared into his eyes before her own lowered as she was in deep thought. Yes, she was indeed fighting with herself. "Caden.. " she then shook her head and sort of smiled a little. " Ah like ye... Ah like ye a lot. Ah just thought ye should know this saw ye won't doubt me if ye should ever think otherwise." her eyes closed and she took in a slow steady breath. Rhona was trying. Trying to allow her self to feel a little at a time. It was a small step, but a step none the less. [d]

Caden

He listened to her a smile coming to his lips when he heard her say she liked him. He lifted his head a little and used his thumb to tilt her head up a little bit by her chin. He watched her eyes drop and lift and drop again. He dipped his head till his lips were just a mere breath's apart from hers and whispered softly. "I like ye too Rhona, vera, vera much." he finished those words with a very soft, gentle kiss, his lips brushing hers in a gentle caress. He fought with himself to keep it light, soft, trying to hide the hunger inside to kiss her longer deeper, but he did not want to scare her like before and so he kept the touch light, leaving it up to her to deepen the kiss if she wanted to. (d)

Rhona

Her eyes opened just in time to see that smile of his, causing her to feel slightly embarrassed, blushing a little even. His head lifted and his thumb tilted her head back to have her chin lift a little. His head dipped and his lips neared her own before he whispered his reply. Her eyes would shft between his gaze and his mouth before he kissed her. Slowly her eyes fell closed, and she allowed herself to enjoy the moment. The feel of his lips against her own, to breath him in. To feel him against her. Rhona's chest began to rise and fall a little faster, her breathing a little more rapid and her heart beating a little faster. The urge to deepen the kiss was there... she struggled with herself. Debated whether she should give in a little more so soon or turn away.Hands came to rest flat against his chest and her arms became slightly pinned between their bodies as she gave in just a little more. Deepening the kiss slowly with a slight nudge or nuzzle before testing herself and him as her tongue slipped out to caress his lips first. [d]

Caden

He moaned softly as he felt her lips part and her sweet tongue slide against his lips which parted readily to let her in. His own slid against hers in welcome tasting her caressing her gently. His arms tightened around her, pulled her a little closer though ready to release her at any sign of resistance. He slowly deepened the kiss just a little more and explored her mouth with his tongue as hers explored his. In his chest his heart thundered wildly against her hand as it rested there, the affect she had on him was immediate and made him want to pick her up and haul her off to someplace quiet and alone for just the two of them. But he knew he had to be careful with her. For now he satisfied himself with this kiss, this heartbreakingly sweet delicous kiss that promised so much more when they were both ready for it. (d)

Rhona

Rhona heard the sound of his soft moan. What woman wouldn't be proud to know she could effect a man like that? Rhona smiled for just a moment during that kiss, but it faded away just as quickly as it had came as she felt his arms tighten around her and his tongue welcomed her own in. Gods... she knew she needed to stop, to pull back and turn away but she just couldn't. Not now. She wasn't ready to let go yet. Rhona reveled in the taste of Caden as their tongues danced with one another. Eventually she did have to reluctantly break the kiss and pull away. Her lungs had began to burn with the lack of air and rather than look to him and let him see how heated her cheeks were, she buried her face in his neck to hide the tinted cheeks and kiss swollen lips. Rhona was content to remain right there as she was for however long she was allowed. "Caden, ye be as intoxicating as wine... full o'roburst and bold flavor that makes me wish tae drink more o'ye in." Her words were slightly muffled due to her hiding her face. [d]

Caden

He smiled against her hair as he dragged air into his lungs as well. She would beable to hear the thunder of his heart agaist her ear as she buried her face in his neck. That smile became a grin at her words and he squeezed her gently and he whispered into her ear. "Ye are the sweetest wine I have eva tasted, the only lips I ever want tae taste are yours." He nuzzled his face into her soft neck gently tenderly kissing the soft skin there that he could reach. His hands gently roamed up and down her back holding her against him for as long as she would stay there. (d)

Rhona

Rhona stood there, wrapped in his arms, drunk from his kiss, and reluctnatly finding herself wanting to give in a little more now. She heard his reply and she bit at her lower lip in contemplation. "Caden, would ye be opposed tae staying tha night with me? Ah mean... not intimately, just... rest together perhaps? Ah want tae be able tae see ye off on yer journey. Ye could stay with me in me own room or Ah in yers. Or we could sleep 'ere wit Tavish..." the last option was added for a bit of humor to a... awkward moment for her. [d]

Caden

He smiled against her neck and lifted his head to meet her gaze. He grinned at her comment about staying here with Tavish. He even chuckled a little then bent his head to taste of her lips lingering tasting savoring before he answered softly. "I would love nothing more my sweet beautiful Rhona." He cupped her face between his hands and nibbled on her bottom lip softly nipping it then licking it soothingly before sucking on it softly. "We should likely take my room though, tis closer." The more he kissed her, the closer he got to her the thicker his accent got. He had been cultered for six years to leave his home language behind, but now with her, all barriers were down and his words came to her as they should. (d)

Rhona

Rhona moistened her lips with her tongue right before his chuckle right before he dipped his head to taste of lips once more. Her fingers gathered up fabric to his shirt slowly and gently. Fingers curling and bending within the gathered fabric as they kissed before he replied and then cupped her face in his hands. He nibbled her lower lip before nipping it and then licking it to sooth the small sting of pleasing pain that lingered for only a second. Her eye lids felt heavy and she could have very well looked drunk as she gazed up at him in the longingly way once he released her lower lip. Rhona nodded with his suggestion and once he began to lead the way, she would move with him after gathering up her gift. [d]

Caden

He looked into her face for several moments before he turned to lead the way out of the hall of books. He gave a soft call to Tavish and the beast rose to his feet to follow. Caden took her free hand in his, kissing the back of it softly before tucking her hand against his side. They slipped silently down the hall and to the rooms held by the Lady Apollius. quietly they slipped into the main room then he lead her off to the right and through the door that was his. Tavish made his way to the fireplace and sprawled on the rug before the fire while Caden turned to her, gently taking her gift from her fingers and setting it on his desk. He looked down at her his other hand taking up her remaining one his blue eyes roaming her face memorizing every detail. "Would ye like tae borrow m' dressing robe? or would ye rather tae sleep in yer dress?"(d)

Rhona

Rhona stared back but once he was in motion, she was moving along with him. He wasn't kidding when he said his room was closer. I didn't take them long to get there but the few minutes it did, Rhona had glanced back a couple times to see if Tavish was still following or keeping up. The big white beast was right on their heels it seemed. Within a matter of a couple turns, they reached his room. He took her gift and put it away before asking her if she wished for his dressing robe or if she would rather sleep in her dress. She nodded with the latter. "Ah think it best iffen Ah stay in me own dress..." While Rhona was bold, wild, and a bit of a free spirit.. even she wasn't one to so easily show some skin this early on in... well, whatever this was between she and Caden. She moved over toward his bed and slipped up on it. Slidding back so she could get ready to remove her stockings and her shoes. Yes... stockings... it was winter still. [d]

Caden

He watched her for a moment then sat in a chair not far from the bed and removed his boots and socks as well letting them drop to the floor with a little thud. And to be on the safe side he chose to also sleep in his clothes, though he would remove his shirt letting it settle onto the back of his chair before he came to the bed to collect her shoes and stockings and placed them next to his. Satisfied he returned and pulled the covers back letting her slide in first before he followed then opened his arms to her letting her settle against him. (d)

Rhona

Rhona toed off her shoes, letting them drop to the floor one at a time before she slipped her stockings free just as Caden finished removing his shoes and socks to gather hers and put them away with his. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he too was going to sleep in his clothes, though, it was short lived when he removed his shirt. She took in a slow, quiet deep breath and closed her eyes before shifted so he could pull back the covers. When given the chance, she slid in and began to get comfortable. Though, he got in and opened his arms to her and she hesitated a moment but slowly scooted over to him and settle in against him. Rhona's red hair scattered about her pillow and her forehead was gently resting against his chest should he be laying on his side and facing her. Once more, her arms were between them, but with time, they were sure to eventually wrap or drap over him through the night at some point. [d]

Caden

He gave a low contented sigh as he held her against his chest wrapping his arms around her after pulling the covers up over them both to keep the cold from getting to them. He bent his head and kissed the top of hers as he settled in his eyes closed as he listened to her breathing. His fingers lightly caressed her slender back in a light touch. "Good night my sweet Rhona." he whispered softly before letting sleep start to claim him. (d)