Post by Leland Corwin on Jan 18, 2011 21:46:02 GMT -6
Leland Corwin
Leland had spent the first part of his day as he did every day since becoming employed by the Lady Artisan, to which was tending to both her and her horses. Yes, the castle had stable hands to see to the horses within their stalls, but Leland politely insisted that he be allowed to do his job. The dirty blonde male was no hulking figure like say... that of the Lord General. Nor was he puny like some small boy. Leland was a man of the average height of six feet. He weighed roughly around two hundred pounds... and his body type was lean, almost like that of a warrior, or an athlete. His face was scruffy, as he had yet to shave in the last few days and he honestly wondered how he had got away with such a thing with the Lady Apollius. Evidently, she didn't mind for a man to have a bit of hair on his face, perhaps it had something to do with the cold weather of the winter season? He was dressed down. No fancy fabrics adorned his frame right now and looked more the part of a humbled soul in typical garb. Nice, but normal. He was making his way through the market place during his break to pass the time away. Being cooped up inside within cold walls wasn't as nice to look at compared to being outside in the cold with much better scenery. Blue eyes would shift about slowly, cautiously, and yet... discretely. Leland was a man of many secrets... secrets he intended to keep hidden for as long as possible. Blending in with the people of this city was necessary. [d]
Deva Cowen
Ahhh yes blending in something that poor Deva was never good at. Her mind was three steps ahead as she watched the stalls as she passed looking for something specific. In such she was not paying attention to where she was going. Inattentiveness and clumsy were never a good combination. She silently slipped through a crowd of people who had begun to gather before the baker's stall her head craned as high as she could get to see over the much taller people. Suddenly she wasn't moving anymore, instead she was falling tripping over her own two feet and landing at the feet of another the one and only person not to step out of her way as she started to fall. She lifted amber colored eyes quickly an apology quick on her lips and a blush staining her pretty cheeks. her long red curls were falling from her cap falling against her forehead and down her cheeks and halfway down her back what managed to remain looked as if it were to come loose at any second. She scrambled to her feet and looked up at the blonde man she had stumbled in front of, " I am sorry Sir, I did not mean tae interrupt ye." She brushed her hair from her face and started to back away as if expecting to be struck for her clumsy behavior. She pulled her over large clothing tighter in against her body and was prepared for a quick retreat (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland had been passing that very same stall at that very same moment when he felt a force shove him forward and nearly loosing his balance entirely. He managed to stumble a time or two and was quick to right himself before turning and realizing what had happened. Had she given him time, he would have offered her his hand and a smile with it to help her back to her feet. However, she was much to quick and was nearly about to run off in a flush of red before he reached out and grabbed her arm gently to still her. "My Lady... are you alright? Are you well?" he asked, not yet letting her go but not keeping her from tearing away if she so pleased. His grip was firm, but if she wished to free herself, she could have. His hand would remain there on her forearm, just above her slender wrist for as long as she allowed it while he awaited a reply. Dirty blonde locks fell across his face, his blue eyes peering out from behind the wispy strands as a charming smile remained plastered on his lips. "No need to apologize... it was an accident. And you hardly interrupted anything. I was ... meandering through the crowd, nothing more." The mysterious soul before her smirked a bit and glanced down with an easy smile still before he lifted his eyes to look back to her. Pretty little thing, wasn't she? [d]
Deva Cowen
Deva squeaked softly as she felt that firm hand around her slender arm her amber eyes wide and almost fearful absolutely certain that the man was going to strike her, certain he would be angry as she had nearly tripped him as well but the words that came from his lips surprised her. She tilted her head and looked up at him her brows rising. "I am fine Sir, thank ye for asking. Are ye alright? " she asked in concern her fingers reaching out to dust off his jacket trying to make amends and checking for injuries at the same time. Her pretty brows furrowed with concern as she checked him over. Completely unaware that her cap fell off completely her long red curls falling down to her waist in a cascade of silken brilliance. (d)
Leland Corwin
She looked absolutely terrified. Had she expected him to cause her harm? Well, had she known him another at another time, he would have understood such a look, such an expectation. Though, it made him wonder if she hadn't been mistreated by others to where she expected that from all men. "Good... and yes.. I'm alright." he replied with a small smile. He noticed how her eyes moved up and down his form. He knew she was making sure he was alright, but wondered if maybe making a jest would help settle her nervousness. "I'm not sure whether I should take your lingering gaze as an insult or as a compliment... Its been to long since the eyes of a woman have stared hard at me." He chuckled a little and then moved to bend at the waist and pick up her cap. "I believe this is yours my lady.." he said as he held out her cap to her for her to take. Pretty? No... she was far from pretty... she was absolutely beautiful. God, this land was already cursing him. Every where he looked there was lovely ladies. [d]
Deva Cowen[/i][/u]
She blushed deeply at his comment her pretty cheeks turning a sweet crimson. " Just making sure ye are alright Sir.. and please I am nae lady, just a servant Sir nae need for such high titles for one such as meself." She spoke in a lyrical tone. If she knew his thoughts she would have been as red as her hair and would have been totally baffled, how could one consider her beautiful when she wore such ill fitting clothes and her hair a mess as it was. she accepted her cap from his fingers and looked down. "Thank you Sir." she said softly then looked around quickly to see if anyone else was taking note of their exchange, namely the Lord and Lady whom she served who she knew were coming to the market today but had sent her ahead to scout for a few things. (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland's smile was an easy one and friendly at that as he saw how her cheeks seem to fill with a tint of color. "None sense, every woman is a Lady until they give a man a reason not to call her such." he replied. He let his eyes look to where she had brushed his jacket clean and then back to her. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and even in what she deemed a mess, he could see such. Past those ill fitting clothes, past that mane of messy red hair. Once she took her cap from him, he too looked about, though for an entirely different reason. He looked back to her then. "Are you with someone... expecting someone?" he asked, wondering why she was looking about in such a manner. "And your welcome. Might I have the pleasure of learning your name?" he asked as he stared down at her with intense blue eyes. Eyes that sparkled like the stars, one might mistaken it as a twinkle of mischievousness. [d]
Deva Cowen
She looked up at him her gaze locking with his for a moment, and in that time she felt as if her breath had been stolen. Such beautiful eyes on a man. She doubted he would appreciate the term when applied to him but she could think of no other. She cleared her throat twice before she could answer thinking that God should not make men that good looking it just drove women to distraction, herself included. "I... I am looking for my Lord and Lady. They were supposed to come shortly after me. " She answered softly. When his request for her name came she could not stop the smile that curved her soft lips which just lit up her pretty face and made her Amber eyes glitter. " My name be Deva Cowen, Sir. And ye? Dae Ye have a name?" The request for his name came almost shyly almost as if she were uncertain if she should ask. (d)
Leland Corwin
He noted how she seem to stare deep into his eyes, and at first, it brought a smile to his face, but then her tore his gaze away. Why? What was he afraid she would see? The eyes were the windows to the soul they say. His smile had faded for a moment, but he was quick to cover it as he pretended to look around once more. When she cleared her throat and answered his first inquiry, he nodded. "Well, I'm sure they will soon be along soon. Maybe they will be late so that we may talk a while longer? Maybe let me buy you something warm to drink on such a cold day? It would be to thank you for your kindness." Leland then chuckled when she gave her name. How odd... her surname sounded so much like his own. "A pleasure to meet you Deva Cowen..." he said as he carefully reached for her hand. He curled her fingers over his own and brought the back of her hand up to place a chaste kiss to her knuckles. He lifted his eyes to her for a moment before he would release her hand gently and straighten his form. "I'm Leland Corwin. Groomsmen and stable hand to the Lady Artisan... at your service." he said in a half teasing tone. [d]
Deva Cowen
She saw him look away and flushed a little, it had been rude she knew she had been warned countless times by her Lady never to meet the gazes of her betters. She sighed softly and waited to be dismissed but then instead he was seeking more time with her offering to buy her a warm drink. She looked down shyly as he brushed his lips against her slender knuckles her tiny fingers curling into his hand as he took it. She whispered softly. "A pleasure to meet you then Sir Corwin." She too was struck by the similarities of their surnames. She smiled a little more and watched a lock of his hair as it fell over his eyes and knew the urge to gently push it back so she could see them again. (d)
Leland Corwin
The fact that she continued to look away as if she had been scolded like a puppy, had his brows furrowing. "Its alright to look at me.. I mean.. I take no insult to it. I'm no Lord...and if I were, I would not dismiss you for such." he said. It was strange how people were brought up to believe such.. what he thought were foolish manners. If someone didn't make eye contact with you, how were you to know if they were paying attention to what you said? At least this was his thought on things. When she smiled, he too would smile and it was simply because he was glad to see she seemed at ease now. "Here... why don't we step over this way..." he offered her his arm while gesturing with his free hand to the stall next to the baker where fresh hot coffee perforated the air as it brewed. As the beans were being roasted, grind, and packaged. As hot cups of the freshly made liquid was poured and served to those that requested it in exchange for coin. "Coffee... or would you prefer hot cider?" he asked as he then pointed out the next stall. [d]
Deva Cowen
As he spoke she lifted her gaze almost uncertainly and smiled a little more as he declared himself not a Lord. She glanced at the two different stalls. Cider sounds good Sir." She spoke softly as she followed him in his intended direction. Perhaps as they walked she would spy the vendors she had been sent to check out. She looked down as she walked but this time it was to make sure she had pulled her too long skirts up enough that she wouldn't trip over them. (d)
Leland Corwin
"Leland.." he corrected with a friendly smile as he looked back to her. "And cider it is..." He led them over to where the woman was dipping and pouring into mugs the hot liquid. Two ciders were order, coin was given, and drinks handed over to him. One he passed off to Deva, the other he kept for himself. "Do you make it a habit to bump into strangers so they can offer to buy you something?" he teased. "And who is your Lord and Lady? What do they look like, perhaps I can help you keep an eye out for them." Leland then brought the mug up for a sip, testing its warmth. It was hot, but not scorching... and so a more hearty swallow was taken as he looked to the red head at his side. [d]
Deva Cowen
She accepted the cup in small slender hands and also tested it's warmth then took a soft sip from it. She looked around again as if speaking of them would bring them into view. "they are not from here so I doubt ye would k now them S.... " she paused as she remembered his correction earlier. "The lady is tall and blonde and usually wears a fancy hat, she loves them. My Lord is Shorter, rounder, and very distinguished and he wears a beard, and his hair is dark." She spoke softly her description coming slow as she thought of them and how to describe them. As she looked around she spotted something she was looking for, a fabrics stall, and hopefully a seamstress. Unthinkingly she took Leland's hand and darted off into the crowd towards the specific shop, totally forgetting the first part of his comments about her bumping into people. Yes that seemed to be a habit of hers especially here in this new place that she was totally unfamiliar with (d)
Leland Corwen
He took a couple more swallows and set his mug down on the nearby counter that was provided by the vendor. No sooner had he turned to look to her and listen to her share what her Lord and Lady looked like, she was grabbing his hand and having them dart off in the direction toward a shop of fabrics. He would excuse the two of them as they moved past several people and all with an amused look in his eyes and a smile to accompany it. "Are we in a hurry Deva? Have you a suitor to greet?" he teased once they came to a stop. He said this even though he was guessing it was the fabric shop she had hurried toward. "About your Lord and Lady... You would be surprised of how much I have learned since my being here." [d]
Deva Cowen
She blushed as she came to a stop and shook her head. " No Suitors Sir. Just fabrics my Lady, she wanted me to see if I could find some Asian silk... " she looked up at him for a moment then away then back. She had never had any suitors, but she didn't tell him that. Wouldn't unless he asked. She was always almost painfully shy most times. She glances up again and then frowns as she thinks she sees a familiar form in the crowd. She nearly jumps as someone bumps into her, skittish as a young colt as she tries to figure out what to do. (d)
Leland Corwin
"I find that hard to believe with as lovely as you are." he replied. "Psst... and its Leland.." he said with a chuckle again. "Asian Silk? Hmm... you should speak with My Lady. The Lady Eirian Apolluis. She lived in the East once, and has silk as well. Now whether she would be willing to part with it, I'm not sure. Even if she were not, I am sure could tell you to whom you should go to in order to get it." He looked from her to where she had looked and then back to Deva to see her frown and then jump. Was she worried that someone was about to come after her? He looked about, studying each face clearly to see if any looked to her and posed as a threat. He moved to stand before her, having her face him now, yet shield her from whom ever she thought she saw. "Are you in trouble? Is someone after you?" She would see in his eyes a genuine concern for her safety. He couldn't allow harm to come to her, her Lady and his own would not be very happy to learn that he had stood by and let such a thing happen. Of course, that would have never been the case where Leland was concerned. Women were to be protected from those that posed as threats... for whatever reason as long as the woman had not provoked without reason. [d]
Deva Cowen
She looked down totally charmed by him but still jumpy. She filed away his information about his Lady. She would have to see her to find some of the fine expensive silk as she did not see any at the stall they were standing before. She cringed as she heard the familiar sound of her Lady's call. "Deva, come here, now..." The woman's voice was shrill almost and sent a chill down her spine. She was obviously not happy and that did not bode well for Deva at all. She looked up at Leland apologetically. "That is my Lady, Thank you S.... Leland for your help and the drink and for being so kind but I had better go." it was likely she would see the backside of her Lady's hand before the day was through, and more then once, but her punishment would be even worse if she knew she was late in returning to them because she had stopped to talk to someone. (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland could hear the screeching tone of the Lady that called for Deva and frowned. Obviously Deva wasn't thrilled to go back to the woman and he had a hunch as to why. "I see..." His hands came to cup each of her shoulders as he stared down at her. "You are welcome and thank you for sharing with me the cider." said with a small soft smile. "If... if you run into trouble... don't hesitate to look for me. Or send word if you must. I can be found at the Castle as My Lady is with the Court and all the Court is there for the winter season." He meant that too. If Leland learned that Deva's Lady was mistreating her, he would do the polite thing first and see if his own Lady would intervene for the young woman. Then again, depending on the severity of the situation, he may just handle it himself. He was capable of such things as it was what he use to do in another life time. Remedied problems...and this Lady of Deva's certainly sounded like a problem. Leland was whatever the situation called for. If Deva and he were to become friends, well, she might just learn this about him, along with a few others things. [d]
Deva Cowen
Her gaze softened as she fidgeted in his grasp. She leaned up and impulsively kissed his cheek softly. "Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me." She settles back on her heels and with the call of the Lord now echoing the Lady's as they spot her she almost whimpers. " I better go, or they will just be even more angry. Perhaps when my time is my own we can share another warm drink and each other's company." Fighting off her own instincts to run the other direction she gently slips out of his grasp and heads towards the waiting Lord and Lady. She gasped sharply as the Lady's hand connected with her cheek with a loud slap, the girl's head jerking to the side sharply and a red hand print appeared on her delicate cheek. She was not even given the chance for an explanation. (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland gave another soft smile and nodded before he was caught off guard with the impulsive kiss to his cheek from the lady's sweet lips. "Your welcome.. and anytime." he replied. She settled back down on her heels and was soon slipping free from his grasp before moving off toward her Lord and Lady. He turned to watch after her, letting his gaze linger and just when he was about to turn to leave, he caught sight of the slap to Deva's face. THAT did not settle well with him at all. He turned fully and began a confident and determined stride over toward the trio. "Excuse me My Lady... My Lord... I could not help but notice how poorly you treat this young woman. I would be careful if I were you, for the eyes of his and her Majesty are many. They do not favor those that are careless with their title and or positions." There was a small pause. "Should I let you off with a warning or might I need to report this act that I have seen with my very own eyes to both the King and Queen? Have you taken to them... so they might hear your pitiful excuse of a reason for slapping a girl without reason. Even if she had deserved punishment... it would have been wise not to give it in the public." He was sure they would doubt his word for how he was dressed, but he could easily come up with a reason as to why he wore these clothes rather than that of someone who served the King and Queen. It was called a disguise. To catch people in their wrong doings without being detected and he would use them as a prime example. "Lady Deva Cowen... have you some place else to go? Perhaps I can assist you in maybe finding a much better Lady and Lord to employ you." [d]
Deva Cowen
She watched the scene with a growing horror. She saw her Lord's face turning redder and redder as Leland reprimanded him so publicly. She Saw his hand fist and moved just as he lifted it to strike turning to Leland her hands on his chest her eyes pleading. "Sir, please I am fine. The Lord and Lady have been most kind." Her eyes of course denied that statement, her hands on his chest trembled, obviously fearful, but this time for Leland's safety rather then her own. She gently pushed him back while the Lord and Lady both sputtered in anger "I thank you Sir for your concern but I will be well, I promise you." Her cheek throbbed and a clear hand print was forming a bruise on her pretty cheek but she ignored it and hoped that Leland didn't see it. She feared for him, for what the Lord would do to him if he continued with this. She feared what the Lord and Lady would do to her once they returned to their rooms. She fervently hoped that he would decide to back down, but something deep inside her told her that he likely wouldn't. It bothered her because she knew her Lord and he could create more then a little trouble for them both if he really wanted to, and he would, she knew he would, he had just been highly embarrassed in a public place there was no way he would let that stand without retaliation. (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland continued to maintain an all to calm attitude. He looked as if he weren't at all worried and to be honest, he wasn't. At least not for himself. The dirty blonde had wanted to smirk, wanted to laugh as the man's face continued to turn to just about every shade of red that was known. When the man lifted his fist to strike out at Leland, even with Deva trying to have him avoid the blow, he was steadfast in his stance and his own hand was quick to lift and stop the Lord's punch from making contact as his fingers wrapped around his wrist while Leland leaned to one side. "My Lord... that was a very foolish move on your part. Try that again, and the Queen will surely hear of your actions. Then it will be your head she will have... not mine." His stare was cold, it was hard, and it was dark. That brilliant shade of blue had turned to a much deeper and darker version. "I am warning you both here and now... after this misunderstanding, should I hear that the Lady here has been mistreated in any fashion what so ever, it will not be only the Queen you will have to answer to." His grip on the wrist tightened before it would loosen and he would practically throw it aside. His eyes then turned to the Lady. "The same goes for you as well." All of this of course taking place as Deva pleaded with Leland and tried her best to have him turn away. It was something Leland simply could not allow. "I have been kind enough to not yell your faults out loud, as I have done my best to keep this as low profiled as possible. If you are to feel any shame... it is yourselves to blame. Not I nor the Lady Cowen here." Leland was standing now between Deva and her so called employers. He half turned and gently ushered her back behind him. Just in case things did continue to escalate. Had Leland lied? Did he serve the King and Queen of Skye? Of course he did... just like any other loyal subject. Details weren't always necessary, were they? [d]
Deva Cowen
The Lord glared at Leland, looking down his nose at him even if he had to tilt his head back to do so making him look very much like a Tom turkey lifting his head to inspect the rain, stupid birds, stupid man. Those eyes narrowed as the Lady turned and moved through the crowd without a word leaving her husband standing there. But she was not gone for long, no instead she had gone and retrieved a guard, explaining with sickly sweetness that some vagabond had accosted her titled husband and was attempting to kidnap their servant. My my how people can twist stories to their own false truths. The guard approached reassuring the woman that he would do what he could unfortunately completely unaware of the situation at hand. Mean while little Deva grabbed hold of Leland's jacket trying to pull him back knowing when the Lady left that her return would bode ill. it was almost as if she saw what was coming. She whispered softly. " Please Sir, Please do not provoke them more, it will just be worse in the end..... " (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland's left brow arched and he continued to maintain eye contact with the haughty Lord. He had suspected that the Lady might try this and well, to be honest, when the guard was walking back with her he just smiled to them all. Leland looked down to Deva as she pulled and tugged on his coat. He hardly looked like the vagabond that the Lady had described him to be. When the guard came, surely he would recognize not only the colors of Leland's attire, but the emblem, the symbol of the Lady Artisan's House. When questioned, Leland told him no lies. Told him everything that had taken place right here and he could pluck any passer by that had watched to which would agree. Leland told the guard that he was simply looking out for the safety of Deva. That if anyone had been assaulted it had been her and by none other than the so called honest Lady. Proof was on Deva's cheek and it was something the Guard couldn't ignore for it was as red as could be. The Guard told Leland to be on his way, and as for the Lord and Lady, they were told the same, but that if any other disturbances occurred on account of them causing it, he wouldn't hesitate to see that they were either fined and or reprimanded by the proper authorities. As for Deva, the guard told her it was up to her if she wished to return with the Lord and Lady, or to see that some sort of justice be had for their mistreating her and maybe staying with someone else that could be trusted. He then walked away, but lingered nearby just in case. Leland on the other hand stepped away a few paces and brought Deva with him. "Deva... you don't need to go back to them ever. If its a place you need to stay, stay with me. If its food you need, I'll share my own. I'll even help you find a better family to serve." He said as he gazed down at her. The dark shade of intense blue lingered while signs of the lighter, bright shade attempted to return. [d]
Deva Cowen
The whole time the Lord and Lady glared highly affronted by the events. They turned and left but the lingering glare they gave Deva told her that they expected her to follow. She was torn, to be free of them would be heaven but she knew without a doubt that if she did not go that they might send word to her father, word that was far less then favorable. Part of her wages had been sent to him on a monthly basis to help support her family. She needed their employ. Her eyes lifted to Leland's his words striking a cord in her heart. No one had ever offered her such. She lifted her hand to cup his cheek, extremely moved by his offer. " As much as I would love tae accept yer offer Leland I cannae. My father depends on my wages. He left me in their care. " She trailed off and looked down. Her father would be ashamed of how she failed, and that was the last thing she wanted. It was obvious that she did not want to go. Obvious that she would rather stay with him and her steps seemed rooted to the spot for the moment. But then she started to move away from him biting back the threat of tears, the urge to run. Instead she lifted her head with Cowen pride and started to move past him, to follow the dreaded terrible lord and Lady that had caused such a stir. (d)
Leland Corwin
This did not set well with the mysterious man that lived a life full of secrets. A man that had once did things, and served those that would think him mad now as he did good for another. He watched as both the Lord and Lady left, watched as Deva looked torn to do what she had to do and what she wished to do. Had Leland any idea of just how much was needed to be sent to her father, he would have gladly handed over his own to send in place. No woman deserved to be treated as she had, and to then be stuck in that very hostile environment to possibly suffer from it again. No... Leland was not happy about this at all and it showed in his eyes as well as the frown on his face as she cupped his cheek and refuse his offer. "I understand... but at some point lady Deva.... you must stand up for something or you will fall for anything." His words were soft, almost whispered with a hint of a deep rumble in his chest and throat as if he were struggling to hold back the madness that plagued him deep inside. Begging to be voiced, to be acted upon. Her father would be ashamed of how she failed? No... her father should be ashamed of how his daughter had to endure such from the likes of people like those whom she was with. That she was being made lesser of a woman because of it. She lingered, and he debated on whether or not to plead once more. However, she was soon moving off, and he watched offer her in frustration. While she may have to go back to the Lord and Lady, she wasn't going back alone. He would definitely be keeping an eye on her, making sure that Deva was not mistreated and if she was... well, lets just say that they would soon be learning that what goes around, comes around and ten fold at that. He sighed... turned once she was no longer within his sights and moved to head back to the castle. There was someone there he would need to speak with about this. He refused to stand by and let her be trapped in the lions dens without any back up. [d]
Leland had spent the first part of his day as he did every day since becoming employed by the Lady Artisan, to which was tending to both her and her horses. Yes, the castle had stable hands to see to the horses within their stalls, but Leland politely insisted that he be allowed to do his job. The dirty blonde male was no hulking figure like say... that of the Lord General. Nor was he puny like some small boy. Leland was a man of the average height of six feet. He weighed roughly around two hundred pounds... and his body type was lean, almost like that of a warrior, or an athlete. His face was scruffy, as he had yet to shave in the last few days and he honestly wondered how he had got away with such a thing with the Lady Apollius. Evidently, she didn't mind for a man to have a bit of hair on his face, perhaps it had something to do with the cold weather of the winter season? He was dressed down. No fancy fabrics adorned his frame right now and looked more the part of a humbled soul in typical garb. Nice, but normal. He was making his way through the market place during his break to pass the time away. Being cooped up inside within cold walls wasn't as nice to look at compared to being outside in the cold with much better scenery. Blue eyes would shift about slowly, cautiously, and yet... discretely. Leland was a man of many secrets... secrets he intended to keep hidden for as long as possible. Blending in with the people of this city was necessary. [d]
Deva Cowen
Ahhh yes blending in something that poor Deva was never good at. Her mind was three steps ahead as she watched the stalls as she passed looking for something specific. In such she was not paying attention to where she was going. Inattentiveness and clumsy were never a good combination. She silently slipped through a crowd of people who had begun to gather before the baker's stall her head craned as high as she could get to see over the much taller people. Suddenly she wasn't moving anymore, instead she was falling tripping over her own two feet and landing at the feet of another the one and only person not to step out of her way as she started to fall. She lifted amber colored eyes quickly an apology quick on her lips and a blush staining her pretty cheeks. her long red curls were falling from her cap falling against her forehead and down her cheeks and halfway down her back what managed to remain looked as if it were to come loose at any second. She scrambled to her feet and looked up at the blonde man she had stumbled in front of, " I am sorry Sir, I did not mean tae interrupt ye." She brushed her hair from her face and started to back away as if expecting to be struck for her clumsy behavior. She pulled her over large clothing tighter in against her body and was prepared for a quick retreat (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland had been passing that very same stall at that very same moment when he felt a force shove him forward and nearly loosing his balance entirely. He managed to stumble a time or two and was quick to right himself before turning and realizing what had happened. Had she given him time, he would have offered her his hand and a smile with it to help her back to her feet. However, she was much to quick and was nearly about to run off in a flush of red before he reached out and grabbed her arm gently to still her. "My Lady... are you alright? Are you well?" he asked, not yet letting her go but not keeping her from tearing away if she so pleased. His grip was firm, but if she wished to free herself, she could have. His hand would remain there on her forearm, just above her slender wrist for as long as she allowed it while he awaited a reply. Dirty blonde locks fell across his face, his blue eyes peering out from behind the wispy strands as a charming smile remained plastered on his lips. "No need to apologize... it was an accident. And you hardly interrupted anything. I was ... meandering through the crowd, nothing more." The mysterious soul before her smirked a bit and glanced down with an easy smile still before he lifted his eyes to look back to her. Pretty little thing, wasn't she? [d]
Deva Cowen
Deva squeaked softly as she felt that firm hand around her slender arm her amber eyes wide and almost fearful absolutely certain that the man was going to strike her, certain he would be angry as she had nearly tripped him as well but the words that came from his lips surprised her. She tilted her head and looked up at him her brows rising. "I am fine Sir, thank ye for asking. Are ye alright? " she asked in concern her fingers reaching out to dust off his jacket trying to make amends and checking for injuries at the same time. Her pretty brows furrowed with concern as she checked him over. Completely unaware that her cap fell off completely her long red curls falling down to her waist in a cascade of silken brilliance. (d)
Leland Corwin
She looked absolutely terrified. Had she expected him to cause her harm? Well, had she known him another at another time, he would have understood such a look, such an expectation. Though, it made him wonder if she hadn't been mistreated by others to where she expected that from all men. "Good... and yes.. I'm alright." he replied with a small smile. He noticed how her eyes moved up and down his form. He knew she was making sure he was alright, but wondered if maybe making a jest would help settle her nervousness. "I'm not sure whether I should take your lingering gaze as an insult or as a compliment... Its been to long since the eyes of a woman have stared hard at me." He chuckled a little and then moved to bend at the waist and pick up her cap. "I believe this is yours my lady.." he said as he held out her cap to her for her to take. Pretty? No... she was far from pretty... she was absolutely beautiful. God, this land was already cursing him. Every where he looked there was lovely ladies. [d]
Deva Cowen[/i][/u]
She blushed deeply at his comment her pretty cheeks turning a sweet crimson. " Just making sure ye are alright Sir.. and please I am nae lady, just a servant Sir nae need for such high titles for one such as meself." She spoke in a lyrical tone. If she knew his thoughts she would have been as red as her hair and would have been totally baffled, how could one consider her beautiful when she wore such ill fitting clothes and her hair a mess as it was. she accepted her cap from his fingers and looked down. "Thank you Sir." she said softly then looked around quickly to see if anyone else was taking note of their exchange, namely the Lord and Lady whom she served who she knew were coming to the market today but had sent her ahead to scout for a few things. (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland's smile was an easy one and friendly at that as he saw how her cheeks seem to fill with a tint of color. "None sense, every woman is a Lady until they give a man a reason not to call her such." he replied. He let his eyes look to where she had brushed his jacket clean and then back to her. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and even in what she deemed a mess, he could see such. Past those ill fitting clothes, past that mane of messy red hair. Once she took her cap from him, he too looked about, though for an entirely different reason. He looked back to her then. "Are you with someone... expecting someone?" he asked, wondering why she was looking about in such a manner. "And your welcome. Might I have the pleasure of learning your name?" he asked as he stared down at her with intense blue eyes. Eyes that sparkled like the stars, one might mistaken it as a twinkle of mischievousness. [d]
Deva Cowen
She looked up at him her gaze locking with his for a moment, and in that time she felt as if her breath had been stolen. Such beautiful eyes on a man. She doubted he would appreciate the term when applied to him but she could think of no other. She cleared her throat twice before she could answer thinking that God should not make men that good looking it just drove women to distraction, herself included. "I... I am looking for my Lord and Lady. They were supposed to come shortly after me. " She answered softly. When his request for her name came she could not stop the smile that curved her soft lips which just lit up her pretty face and made her Amber eyes glitter. " My name be Deva Cowen, Sir. And ye? Dae Ye have a name?" The request for his name came almost shyly almost as if she were uncertain if she should ask. (d)
Leland Corwin
He noted how she seem to stare deep into his eyes, and at first, it brought a smile to his face, but then her tore his gaze away. Why? What was he afraid she would see? The eyes were the windows to the soul they say. His smile had faded for a moment, but he was quick to cover it as he pretended to look around once more. When she cleared her throat and answered his first inquiry, he nodded. "Well, I'm sure they will soon be along soon. Maybe they will be late so that we may talk a while longer? Maybe let me buy you something warm to drink on such a cold day? It would be to thank you for your kindness." Leland then chuckled when she gave her name. How odd... her surname sounded so much like his own. "A pleasure to meet you Deva Cowen..." he said as he carefully reached for her hand. He curled her fingers over his own and brought the back of her hand up to place a chaste kiss to her knuckles. He lifted his eyes to her for a moment before he would release her hand gently and straighten his form. "I'm Leland Corwin. Groomsmen and stable hand to the Lady Artisan... at your service." he said in a half teasing tone. [d]
Deva Cowen
She saw him look away and flushed a little, it had been rude she knew she had been warned countless times by her Lady never to meet the gazes of her betters. She sighed softly and waited to be dismissed but then instead he was seeking more time with her offering to buy her a warm drink. She looked down shyly as he brushed his lips against her slender knuckles her tiny fingers curling into his hand as he took it. She whispered softly. "A pleasure to meet you then Sir Corwin." She too was struck by the similarities of their surnames. She smiled a little more and watched a lock of his hair as it fell over his eyes and knew the urge to gently push it back so she could see them again. (d)
Leland Corwin
The fact that she continued to look away as if she had been scolded like a puppy, had his brows furrowing. "Its alright to look at me.. I mean.. I take no insult to it. I'm no Lord...and if I were, I would not dismiss you for such." he said. It was strange how people were brought up to believe such.. what he thought were foolish manners. If someone didn't make eye contact with you, how were you to know if they were paying attention to what you said? At least this was his thought on things. When she smiled, he too would smile and it was simply because he was glad to see she seemed at ease now. "Here... why don't we step over this way..." he offered her his arm while gesturing with his free hand to the stall next to the baker where fresh hot coffee perforated the air as it brewed. As the beans were being roasted, grind, and packaged. As hot cups of the freshly made liquid was poured and served to those that requested it in exchange for coin. "Coffee... or would you prefer hot cider?" he asked as he then pointed out the next stall. [d]
Deva Cowen
As he spoke she lifted her gaze almost uncertainly and smiled a little more as he declared himself not a Lord. She glanced at the two different stalls. Cider sounds good Sir." She spoke softly as she followed him in his intended direction. Perhaps as they walked she would spy the vendors she had been sent to check out. She looked down as she walked but this time it was to make sure she had pulled her too long skirts up enough that she wouldn't trip over them. (d)
Leland Corwin
"Leland.." he corrected with a friendly smile as he looked back to her. "And cider it is..." He led them over to where the woman was dipping and pouring into mugs the hot liquid. Two ciders were order, coin was given, and drinks handed over to him. One he passed off to Deva, the other he kept for himself. "Do you make it a habit to bump into strangers so they can offer to buy you something?" he teased. "And who is your Lord and Lady? What do they look like, perhaps I can help you keep an eye out for them." Leland then brought the mug up for a sip, testing its warmth. It was hot, but not scorching... and so a more hearty swallow was taken as he looked to the red head at his side. [d]
Deva Cowen
She accepted the cup in small slender hands and also tested it's warmth then took a soft sip from it. She looked around again as if speaking of them would bring them into view. "they are not from here so I doubt ye would k now them S.... " she paused as she remembered his correction earlier. "The lady is tall and blonde and usually wears a fancy hat, she loves them. My Lord is Shorter, rounder, and very distinguished and he wears a beard, and his hair is dark." She spoke softly her description coming slow as she thought of them and how to describe them. As she looked around she spotted something she was looking for, a fabrics stall, and hopefully a seamstress. Unthinkingly she took Leland's hand and darted off into the crowd towards the specific shop, totally forgetting the first part of his comments about her bumping into people. Yes that seemed to be a habit of hers especially here in this new place that she was totally unfamiliar with (d)
Leland Corwen
He took a couple more swallows and set his mug down on the nearby counter that was provided by the vendor. No sooner had he turned to look to her and listen to her share what her Lord and Lady looked like, she was grabbing his hand and having them dart off in the direction toward a shop of fabrics. He would excuse the two of them as they moved past several people and all with an amused look in his eyes and a smile to accompany it. "Are we in a hurry Deva? Have you a suitor to greet?" he teased once they came to a stop. He said this even though he was guessing it was the fabric shop she had hurried toward. "About your Lord and Lady... You would be surprised of how much I have learned since my being here." [d]
Deva Cowen
She blushed as she came to a stop and shook her head. " No Suitors Sir. Just fabrics my Lady, she wanted me to see if I could find some Asian silk... " she looked up at him for a moment then away then back. She had never had any suitors, but she didn't tell him that. Wouldn't unless he asked. She was always almost painfully shy most times. She glances up again and then frowns as she thinks she sees a familiar form in the crowd. She nearly jumps as someone bumps into her, skittish as a young colt as she tries to figure out what to do. (d)
Leland Corwin
"I find that hard to believe with as lovely as you are." he replied. "Psst... and its Leland.." he said with a chuckle again. "Asian Silk? Hmm... you should speak with My Lady. The Lady Eirian Apolluis. She lived in the East once, and has silk as well. Now whether she would be willing to part with it, I'm not sure. Even if she were not, I am sure could tell you to whom you should go to in order to get it." He looked from her to where she had looked and then back to Deva to see her frown and then jump. Was she worried that someone was about to come after her? He looked about, studying each face clearly to see if any looked to her and posed as a threat. He moved to stand before her, having her face him now, yet shield her from whom ever she thought she saw. "Are you in trouble? Is someone after you?" She would see in his eyes a genuine concern for her safety. He couldn't allow harm to come to her, her Lady and his own would not be very happy to learn that he had stood by and let such a thing happen. Of course, that would have never been the case where Leland was concerned. Women were to be protected from those that posed as threats... for whatever reason as long as the woman had not provoked without reason. [d]
Deva Cowen
She looked down totally charmed by him but still jumpy. She filed away his information about his Lady. She would have to see her to find some of the fine expensive silk as she did not see any at the stall they were standing before. She cringed as she heard the familiar sound of her Lady's call. "Deva, come here, now..." The woman's voice was shrill almost and sent a chill down her spine. She was obviously not happy and that did not bode well for Deva at all. She looked up at Leland apologetically. "That is my Lady, Thank you S.... Leland for your help and the drink and for being so kind but I had better go." it was likely she would see the backside of her Lady's hand before the day was through, and more then once, but her punishment would be even worse if she knew she was late in returning to them because she had stopped to talk to someone. (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland could hear the screeching tone of the Lady that called for Deva and frowned. Obviously Deva wasn't thrilled to go back to the woman and he had a hunch as to why. "I see..." His hands came to cup each of her shoulders as he stared down at her. "You are welcome and thank you for sharing with me the cider." said with a small soft smile. "If... if you run into trouble... don't hesitate to look for me. Or send word if you must. I can be found at the Castle as My Lady is with the Court and all the Court is there for the winter season." He meant that too. If Leland learned that Deva's Lady was mistreating her, he would do the polite thing first and see if his own Lady would intervene for the young woman. Then again, depending on the severity of the situation, he may just handle it himself. He was capable of such things as it was what he use to do in another life time. Remedied problems...and this Lady of Deva's certainly sounded like a problem. Leland was whatever the situation called for. If Deva and he were to become friends, well, she might just learn this about him, along with a few others things. [d]
Deva Cowen
Her gaze softened as she fidgeted in his grasp. She leaned up and impulsively kissed his cheek softly. "Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me." She settles back on her heels and with the call of the Lord now echoing the Lady's as they spot her she almost whimpers. " I better go, or they will just be even more angry. Perhaps when my time is my own we can share another warm drink and each other's company." Fighting off her own instincts to run the other direction she gently slips out of his grasp and heads towards the waiting Lord and Lady. She gasped sharply as the Lady's hand connected with her cheek with a loud slap, the girl's head jerking to the side sharply and a red hand print appeared on her delicate cheek. She was not even given the chance for an explanation. (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland gave another soft smile and nodded before he was caught off guard with the impulsive kiss to his cheek from the lady's sweet lips. "Your welcome.. and anytime." he replied. She settled back down on her heels and was soon slipping free from his grasp before moving off toward her Lord and Lady. He turned to watch after her, letting his gaze linger and just when he was about to turn to leave, he caught sight of the slap to Deva's face. THAT did not settle well with him at all. He turned fully and began a confident and determined stride over toward the trio. "Excuse me My Lady... My Lord... I could not help but notice how poorly you treat this young woman. I would be careful if I were you, for the eyes of his and her Majesty are many. They do not favor those that are careless with their title and or positions." There was a small pause. "Should I let you off with a warning or might I need to report this act that I have seen with my very own eyes to both the King and Queen? Have you taken to them... so they might hear your pitiful excuse of a reason for slapping a girl without reason. Even if she had deserved punishment... it would have been wise not to give it in the public." He was sure they would doubt his word for how he was dressed, but he could easily come up with a reason as to why he wore these clothes rather than that of someone who served the King and Queen. It was called a disguise. To catch people in their wrong doings without being detected and he would use them as a prime example. "Lady Deva Cowen... have you some place else to go? Perhaps I can assist you in maybe finding a much better Lady and Lord to employ you." [d]
Deva Cowen
She watched the scene with a growing horror. She saw her Lord's face turning redder and redder as Leland reprimanded him so publicly. She Saw his hand fist and moved just as he lifted it to strike turning to Leland her hands on his chest her eyes pleading. "Sir, please I am fine. The Lord and Lady have been most kind." Her eyes of course denied that statement, her hands on his chest trembled, obviously fearful, but this time for Leland's safety rather then her own. She gently pushed him back while the Lord and Lady both sputtered in anger "I thank you Sir for your concern but I will be well, I promise you." Her cheek throbbed and a clear hand print was forming a bruise on her pretty cheek but she ignored it and hoped that Leland didn't see it. She feared for him, for what the Lord would do to him if he continued with this. She feared what the Lord and Lady would do to her once they returned to their rooms. She fervently hoped that he would decide to back down, but something deep inside her told her that he likely wouldn't. It bothered her because she knew her Lord and he could create more then a little trouble for them both if he really wanted to, and he would, she knew he would, he had just been highly embarrassed in a public place there was no way he would let that stand without retaliation. (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland continued to maintain an all to calm attitude. He looked as if he weren't at all worried and to be honest, he wasn't. At least not for himself. The dirty blonde had wanted to smirk, wanted to laugh as the man's face continued to turn to just about every shade of red that was known. When the man lifted his fist to strike out at Leland, even with Deva trying to have him avoid the blow, he was steadfast in his stance and his own hand was quick to lift and stop the Lord's punch from making contact as his fingers wrapped around his wrist while Leland leaned to one side. "My Lord... that was a very foolish move on your part. Try that again, and the Queen will surely hear of your actions. Then it will be your head she will have... not mine." His stare was cold, it was hard, and it was dark. That brilliant shade of blue had turned to a much deeper and darker version. "I am warning you both here and now... after this misunderstanding, should I hear that the Lady here has been mistreated in any fashion what so ever, it will not be only the Queen you will have to answer to." His grip on the wrist tightened before it would loosen and he would practically throw it aside. His eyes then turned to the Lady. "The same goes for you as well." All of this of course taking place as Deva pleaded with Leland and tried her best to have him turn away. It was something Leland simply could not allow. "I have been kind enough to not yell your faults out loud, as I have done my best to keep this as low profiled as possible. If you are to feel any shame... it is yourselves to blame. Not I nor the Lady Cowen here." Leland was standing now between Deva and her so called employers. He half turned and gently ushered her back behind him. Just in case things did continue to escalate. Had Leland lied? Did he serve the King and Queen of Skye? Of course he did... just like any other loyal subject. Details weren't always necessary, were they? [d]
Deva Cowen
The Lord glared at Leland, looking down his nose at him even if he had to tilt his head back to do so making him look very much like a Tom turkey lifting his head to inspect the rain, stupid birds, stupid man. Those eyes narrowed as the Lady turned and moved through the crowd without a word leaving her husband standing there. But she was not gone for long, no instead she had gone and retrieved a guard, explaining with sickly sweetness that some vagabond had accosted her titled husband and was attempting to kidnap their servant. My my how people can twist stories to their own false truths. The guard approached reassuring the woman that he would do what he could unfortunately completely unaware of the situation at hand. Mean while little Deva grabbed hold of Leland's jacket trying to pull him back knowing when the Lady left that her return would bode ill. it was almost as if she saw what was coming. She whispered softly. " Please Sir, Please do not provoke them more, it will just be worse in the end..... " (d)
Leland Corwin
Leland's left brow arched and he continued to maintain eye contact with the haughty Lord. He had suspected that the Lady might try this and well, to be honest, when the guard was walking back with her he just smiled to them all. Leland looked down to Deva as she pulled and tugged on his coat. He hardly looked like the vagabond that the Lady had described him to be. When the guard came, surely he would recognize not only the colors of Leland's attire, but the emblem, the symbol of the Lady Artisan's House. When questioned, Leland told him no lies. Told him everything that had taken place right here and he could pluck any passer by that had watched to which would agree. Leland told the guard that he was simply looking out for the safety of Deva. That if anyone had been assaulted it had been her and by none other than the so called honest Lady. Proof was on Deva's cheek and it was something the Guard couldn't ignore for it was as red as could be. The Guard told Leland to be on his way, and as for the Lord and Lady, they were told the same, but that if any other disturbances occurred on account of them causing it, he wouldn't hesitate to see that they were either fined and or reprimanded by the proper authorities. As for Deva, the guard told her it was up to her if she wished to return with the Lord and Lady, or to see that some sort of justice be had for their mistreating her and maybe staying with someone else that could be trusted. He then walked away, but lingered nearby just in case. Leland on the other hand stepped away a few paces and brought Deva with him. "Deva... you don't need to go back to them ever. If its a place you need to stay, stay with me. If its food you need, I'll share my own. I'll even help you find a better family to serve." He said as he gazed down at her. The dark shade of intense blue lingered while signs of the lighter, bright shade attempted to return. [d]
Deva Cowen
The whole time the Lord and Lady glared highly affronted by the events. They turned and left but the lingering glare they gave Deva told her that they expected her to follow. She was torn, to be free of them would be heaven but she knew without a doubt that if she did not go that they might send word to her father, word that was far less then favorable. Part of her wages had been sent to him on a monthly basis to help support her family. She needed their employ. Her eyes lifted to Leland's his words striking a cord in her heart. No one had ever offered her such. She lifted her hand to cup his cheek, extremely moved by his offer. " As much as I would love tae accept yer offer Leland I cannae. My father depends on my wages. He left me in their care. " She trailed off and looked down. Her father would be ashamed of how she failed, and that was the last thing she wanted. It was obvious that she did not want to go. Obvious that she would rather stay with him and her steps seemed rooted to the spot for the moment. But then she started to move away from him biting back the threat of tears, the urge to run. Instead she lifted her head with Cowen pride and started to move past him, to follow the dreaded terrible lord and Lady that had caused such a stir. (d)
Leland Corwin
This did not set well with the mysterious man that lived a life full of secrets. A man that had once did things, and served those that would think him mad now as he did good for another. He watched as both the Lord and Lady left, watched as Deva looked torn to do what she had to do and what she wished to do. Had Leland any idea of just how much was needed to be sent to her father, he would have gladly handed over his own to send in place. No woman deserved to be treated as she had, and to then be stuck in that very hostile environment to possibly suffer from it again. No... Leland was not happy about this at all and it showed in his eyes as well as the frown on his face as she cupped his cheek and refuse his offer. "I understand... but at some point lady Deva.... you must stand up for something or you will fall for anything." His words were soft, almost whispered with a hint of a deep rumble in his chest and throat as if he were struggling to hold back the madness that plagued him deep inside. Begging to be voiced, to be acted upon. Her father would be ashamed of how she failed? No... her father should be ashamed of how his daughter had to endure such from the likes of people like those whom she was with. That she was being made lesser of a woman because of it. She lingered, and he debated on whether or not to plead once more. However, she was soon moving off, and he watched offer her in frustration. While she may have to go back to the Lord and Lady, she wasn't going back alone. He would definitely be keeping an eye on her, making sure that Deva was not mistreated and if she was... well, lets just say that they would soon be learning that what goes around, comes around and ten fold at that. He sighed... turned once she was no longer within his sights and moved to head back to the castle. There was someone there he would need to speak with about this. He refused to stand by and let her be trapped in the lions dens without any back up. [d]