Post by agreyingknight on Jun 13, 2008 23:41:22 GMT -6
A Greying Knight: Lastnight's failed attempt to speak with Bess had Jonas seeking her out once more. Tonight Kiley was on his arm and they were talking and laughing as their feet met the woodden planks of the docks. He had not told her his purpose fo this trip, he wanted it to be a surprise. He spotted a merchant unloading some silks and fabrics and pointed him out to her. The merchant was an aquaintance of Jonas's and was happy to allow Kiley to look through the choices of items. Jonas kissed her cheek and spoke softly in her ear. " Ye can pick ou' any tha' ye wish. I will be back shortly." He slipped a few coins into the merchant's hands to pay for whatever she wanted as well as requesting he keep an eye on the young woman who had stolen his heart in such a short time. He walked off then whistling softly as he sought out Bess aboard her ship, or so he assumed unless he ran into her before that.
Set In Her Way: He wasn't the only person who wanted to speak to her, nor would he be the last. There never seemed to be enough minutes, hours, or overall time in any day to do all, hear all, be all that needed to be done. Jonas boarded the gang-plank of the Highland duchess in the latness of the afternoon when the breezes were whipping round to quicken the descent of the lazy sun in the West. The crew enjoyed a deserved rest after finishing the last re-dressing of the flagship vessel. Some played dice, others talked.
A Greying Knight: Jonas nodded occasionally as eyes lifted to him curiously. Those on guard would stop him and ask him to state his business and name. With a nod one turned to seek the Duchess to see if she would take audience with a Sir Jonas Robertson. While that was being done Jonas leaned nonchalantly against the side of the boat and looked down smiling as he watched Kiley looking through the fabrics and wondered if she would actually purchases a few of them using his coin or her own. He grinned at the thought and shook his head. She had fire and spirit and he deeply admired her for that. He felt a thrill run through him as some of the rays of the slowly setting sun would make her golden hair glow, she was beautiful and she wanted to be his. That still amazed him shook him to his very core.
Set In Her Way: Jonas was fortunate to capture the Duchess at her best in her native element. Beside the sea, for though the hills were beautiful behind the stone reaches she felt cut off from the world at large. After dipping an quill into the thick, black ink, she made notation while a guard announced a visitor, "Send them in." She grinned before ducking back down to work on copying the manuscrips anew of old ledgers, journals, and chart books that left something to be desired while admitting to the fact to do so felt simply right and natural.
A Greying Knight: While he waited he noticed that Kiley and the merchant were haggling over the price of some material and chuckled as she glared at the man for refusing to give a fair price. He shook his head, then came to attention when the guard returned and told him that Lady Bess would see him now. He gave the man a respectful nod and then moved past him and to the cabin where Bess sat. He knocked briefly before stepping inside giving her a bow and a salute. Good Evening M'Lady." came his warm greeting, his storm grey eyes lit with amusement.
Set In Her Way: The light of a setting sun did not hold the same appeal on the Duchess' hair with the same quality as it would for one in love, but had Adam been there, he would have told an onlooker that in times when she achieved that elusive state of contentment, it was possible to notice the classical attributes of lovliness to a stalwart person. Work was put aside in the interest of pleasant business that found smile widening her face, "Good evening, Sir. how fare ye?"
A Greying Knight: " I fare verra well M'Lady, an even better if ye grant me m'grandest wish." He said with a grin as he came to stand a few feet in front of her desk. Was this old one nervous. Oh yes but you would never know it. Years and years of disipline schooled features and old bad habits such as figetting and looking away as if caught by a school marm doing something wrong, all those things were hidden under the rough surface presenting the warm confidence of one who knew what he wanted. " And ye M"lady, how dae ye fare?"
Set In Her Way: She folded her hands together, letting them lax in slight arch while the lowest ones tapped the table. Such a greeting implied he had some petition to seek if a wish was to be fufilled. Back became erect in the chair as she stared at him across the way, offering him a seat with a cant of head. "I'm vera well tonight, thank ye for askin'. Let us come to it then, M'lord. What will ye ask of me tonight tha' i may grand you wish so fond?"
A Greying Knight: Ok perhaps not so schooled that one might miss the wipe of his palms against his thighs before he sat. He looked up at her and smiled. " Tis good tae hear ye are sae well." He settled back and made himself comfortable. " Have ye me' th' Lady Kiley Ashmore ye' Lady Bess?" He began by asking a question. It would be hard to ask his next if she had not but he would still ask it none the less.
Set In Her Way: The action alone met his palms were sweating; nervousness in a man his age? It must be something serious or pretty that began to unravel at his resolve and by the asking of the Lady Ashmore it proved to be the second. She laughed a little, "Briefly, in passin', though ye seem to be more familiar with 'er i take it?" A pretty lady could undo the sense in any man if he was drawn to her .
A Greying Knight: He flushed a little bit but nodded. " Aye M'Lady. Familiar enough tae come tae seek yer permission tae court th' Lass." Though he desperately wanted to look away, feeling much like a school boy all of a sudden, he still managed to hold a steady gaze as he waited to see what she would say. Granted the girl was considerably younger then he was, and some might look strangely upon them. When it came to the young being courted by the old most of the time it meant it was by arrangement, not by the will of the young girl. But that was not the case here, they truly wanted to court and be together. Another swipe of his hands against his pants as he pondered what might be thought, what might be said, what might be considered.
Set In Her Way: She observed the details of his nerves without revealing she saw them at all so as to pay him respect in full. One ought never announce such a thing in public, let alone when one was a respected knight. Walls could have ears. On either side her own were guarded. A courtship, was it? Ah, she could have garnered as much from the posistion he assumed at the end of the mahogany desk. "If the lady gives her consent sir, so long as nay laws are broken nor wrong deeds done rare will ye find a disagreeance in such affairs from myself nor the Duke. Tis an arrangement o' consentin' wills n' nay arrangement so go forth n' all m'blessings n' good luck to ye in such a venture." The older with the younger was not uncommon but the reasons some stipulated were not always with love. Money, land advantage, prestigious posistion a man could garner as well as heirs, and the woman could have her future secured in but a few years of subjecting to her lord's whims. Her stepfather was older than her mother, and her sister's husband had been ten years older than herself.
A Greying Knight: Jonas grinned and looked ten years younger all of a sudden. " Thank ye Lady Bess." He stood and offered her his hand his excitement palatable. He was like a kid in a candy store and it was obvious that he cared considerably for the girl, even loved her if one believed love could come so quickly.
Set In Her Way: "You're welcome, Sir Jonas," she laughed, shaking his hand. It was a rare gesture but he could feel her pump his hand with no sign of a woman' s alleged frailty "Your vera welcome."
A Greying Knight: He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, " Forgive me M'Lady for nae lingering tis news I must share with her." He grinned again and then was gone striding past the guards with a light step and down the gang-plank and towards where she still haggled with the Merchant. Her face was flustered and she stopped her little foot . As he came near he could hear her ask incredulously. " Wh' d' ye mean tis already paid fer?" He laughed and answered. " He means I already paid for wha' ever ye migh' wish tae purchase sweet Kiley, a gift from me tae ye. " He said to smooth her ruffled feathers.
Set In Her Way: He wasn't the only person who wanted to speak to her, nor would he be the last. There never seemed to be enough minutes, hours, or overall time in any day to do all, hear all, be all that needed to be done. Jonas boarded the gang-plank of the Highland duchess in the latness of the afternoon when the breezes were whipping round to quicken the descent of the lazy sun in the West. The crew enjoyed a deserved rest after finishing the last re-dressing of the flagship vessel. Some played dice, others talked.
A Greying Knight: Jonas nodded occasionally as eyes lifted to him curiously. Those on guard would stop him and ask him to state his business and name. With a nod one turned to seek the Duchess to see if she would take audience with a Sir Jonas Robertson. While that was being done Jonas leaned nonchalantly against the side of the boat and looked down smiling as he watched Kiley looking through the fabrics and wondered if she would actually purchases a few of them using his coin or her own. He grinned at the thought and shook his head. She had fire and spirit and he deeply admired her for that. He felt a thrill run through him as some of the rays of the slowly setting sun would make her golden hair glow, she was beautiful and she wanted to be his. That still amazed him shook him to his very core.
Set In Her Way: Jonas was fortunate to capture the Duchess at her best in her native element. Beside the sea, for though the hills were beautiful behind the stone reaches she felt cut off from the world at large. After dipping an quill into the thick, black ink, she made notation while a guard announced a visitor, "Send them in." She grinned before ducking back down to work on copying the manuscrips anew of old ledgers, journals, and chart books that left something to be desired while admitting to the fact to do so felt simply right and natural.
A Greying Knight: While he waited he noticed that Kiley and the merchant were haggling over the price of some material and chuckled as she glared at the man for refusing to give a fair price. He shook his head, then came to attention when the guard returned and told him that Lady Bess would see him now. He gave the man a respectful nod and then moved past him and to the cabin where Bess sat. He knocked briefly before stepping inside giving her a bow and a salute. Good Evening M'Lady." came his warm greeting, his storm grey eyes lit with amusement.
Set In Her Way: The light of a setting sun did not hold the same appeal on the Duchess' hair with the same quality as it would for one in love, but had Adam been there, he would have told an onlooker that in times when she achieved that elusive state of contentment, it was possible to notice the classical attributes of lovliness to a stalwart person. Work was put aside in the interest of pleasant business that found smile widening her face, "Good evening, Sir. how fare ye?"
A Greying Knight: " I fare verra well M'Lady, an even better if ye grant me m'grandest wish." He said with a grin as he came to stand a few feet in front of her desk. Was this old one nervous. Oh yes but you would never know it. Years and years of disipline schooled features and old bad habits such as figetting and looking away as if caught by a school marm doing something wrong, all those things were hidden under the rough surface presenting the warm confidence of one who knew what he wanted. " And ye M"lady, how dae ye fare?"
Set In Her Way: She folded her hands together, letting them lax in slight arch while the lowest ones tapped the table. Such a greeting implied he had some petition to seek if a wish was to be fufilled. Back became erect in the chair as she stared at him across the way, offering him a seat with a cant of head. "I'm vera well tonight, thank ye for askin'. Let us come to it then, M'lord. What will ye ask of me tonight tha' i may grand you wish so fond?"
A Greying Knight: Ok perhaps not so schooled that one might miss the wipe of his palms against his thighs before he sat. He looked up at her and smiled. " Tis good tae hear ye are sae well." He settled back and made himself comfortable. " Have ye me' th' Lady Kiley Ashmore ye' Lady Bess?" He began by asking a question. It would be hard to ask his next if she had not but he would still ask it none the less.
Set In Her Way: The action alone met his palms were sweating; nervousness in a man his age? It must be something serious or pretty that began to unravel at his resolve and by the asking of the Lady Ashmore it proved to be the second. She laughed a little, "Briefly, in passin', though ye seem to be more familiar with 'er i take it?" A pretty lady could undo the sense in any man if he was drawn to her .
A Greying Knight: He flushed a little bit but nodded. " Aye M'Lady. Familiar enough tae come tae seek yer permission tae court th' Lass." Though he desperately wanted to look away, feeling much like a school boy all of a sudden, he still managed to hold a steady gaze as he waited to see what she would say. Granted the girl was considerably younger then he was, and some might look strangely upon them. When it came to the young being courted by the old most of the time it meant it was by arrangement, not by the will of the young girl. But that was not the case here, they truly wanted to court and be together. Another swipe of his hands against his pants as he pondered what might be thought, what might be said, what might be considered.
Set In Her Way: She observed the details of his nerves without revealing she saw them at all so as to pay him respect in full. One ought never announce such a thing in public, let alone when one was a respected knight. Walls could have ears. On either side her own were guarded. A courtship, was it? Ah, she could have garnered as much from the posistion he assumed at the end of the mahogany desk. "If the lady gives her consent sir, so long as nay laws are broken nor wrong deeds done rare will ye find a disagreeance in such affairs from myself nor the Duke. Tis an arrangement o' consentin' wills n' nay arrangement so go forth n' all m'blessings n' good luck to ye in such a venture." The older with the younger was not uncommon but the reasons some stipulated were not always with love. Money, land advantage, prestigious posistion a man could garner as well as heirs, and the woman could have her future secured in but a few years of subjecting to her lord's whims. Her stepfather was older than her mother, and her sister's husband had been ten years older than herself.
A Greying Knight: Jonas grinned and looked ten years younger all of a sudden. " Thank ye Lady Bess." He stood and offered her his hand his excitement palatable. He was like a kid in a candy store and it was obvious that he cared considerably for the girl, even loved her if one believed love could come so quickly.
Set In Her Way: "You're welcome, Sir Jonas," she laughed, shaking his hand. It was a rare gesture but he could feel her pump his hand with no sign of a woman' s alleged frailty "Your vera welcome."
A Greying Knight: He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, " Forgive me M'Lady for nae lingering tis news I must share with her." He grinned again and then was gone striding past the guards with a light step and down the gang-plank and towards where she still haggled with the Merchant. Her face was flustered and she stopped her little foot . As he came near he could hear her ask incredulously. " Wh' d' ye mean tis already paid fer?" He laughed and answered. " He means I already paid for wha' ever ye migh' wish tae purchase sweet Kiley, a gift from me tae ye. " He said to smooth her ruffled feathers.