Post by lizzie on Apr 26, 2008 16:58:43 GMT -6
Cicero stood next ta tha' tree as Brynna sittin' on Cicero's back, her own back leaned up against a tree. She hated weepin', tae her it was a sign of weakness. Duncan's death was just tae much fer her tae handle. 'It was not FAIR DAMN IT!!!' She proclaimed outloud, but nae a soul heard her. [/b]
*Sae wha' was new, nae anyone ever heard her. Wit' some friends, one must be perfect or ye nae exist. 'Well who needs them, eh Cicero? Who needs them?!' She hae nae known the ranger, all she realla knew was she was Sir Dmitrii's sister.
Her own growin' up years had much tae do wit' who she was. Her Da, conniving, scoundrel. Malcolm John MacLeod. Her own Da had two mistresses.
Meanwhile her mother Cailieen suffered through his "mistakes" until one day, Brynna exploded all over him.
Tha' fight she lost, fer her Da pulled out every knight, THEY fought her, she stood naer a chance. But her words were like little daggers tha' struck beneath his skin. She had went an' told tha' head of Clan MacLeod just wha' tha' Chieftan was doin' tae himself an' his family. From tha' day on Brynna never heeded any words comin' from Malcolm.
She listened tae her Ma about everything.
One day when Brynna had been gone for a fortnight, she came back ta their home -- it had been sacked, pillaged, her mother tied ta a tree, tha' victimization an' a host of other terrible thin's her Ma went through destroyed wha' little compassion Brynna held inside of her. She remained quiet about thin's she observed unless she was in tha' service ta a King or Queen or both.
She buried her mother an' her younger sister on tha' lands of Dunvegan.
The reflections she remembered were harsh, but a warrior knew of such things all tha' time.
Tha' was wha' tripped her up...she'd taken vows she hae earned
an' by tha' Gods, she would nae tramp on them just ta pick up Devlin, he could rot wherever he was. She was nae goin' after tha' rabble.*