Post by Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem on Jun 19, 2008 23:28:56 GMT -6
Aslan Burning: Silence had fallen on the lands of Skye with Duke and Duchess away on business in Ulster. There was an important treaty being planned, and Maahes was sore he had to miss out. However, life at home had his thoughts, and the General as well had been away. It was hard to see Avaria and not be able to spend the time he wanted tending to a place that was dear to his heart. The wild untamed lands with their ancient trees had captivated him for years, so there was no doubt it hurt to return to the new lands of Skye. Unlike Avaria, the buildings were freshly built and of latest design. The castle of Apollo was in ruins with vines growing over the marble walls. With the dawning of the full moon gypsies celebrated around the camps on the shore. Drums and voices raised in cheers as the celebration was growing older, and many were too drunk to realize how foolish they sounded. It was here the Beast of a man found peace. (d
Balian Windsor: The sweet sound of hooves trotting against the earth lift from the packed sands against the shores. The black and white piebald, proud war stallion that it was carried the pale cloaked rider through the baron of night toward the sound of drums. Balians favored left hand gripped the reigns against his thigh. Icy blues were sent to drift along the gathering of gypsies to pierce the shadowed confines of his hood. Long had it been since Balian indulged in such things, festivities and game, long had it been that he had a reason to smile but it became clear the veteran Knight had a new future afoot. His lips parted exhaling a soft breath before his chin was dipped to those few that had gestured a welcome. [d]
Flanman69: -=The moonlight filtering through the treeline danced and flittered in the night breezes. There the underbrush parted and a burly figure clad ina black oilskin poncho and broad-brimmed hat slowly rose, seemingly made of the earth from which it issued. Legs often compared to logs or columns swung in a rhythmic stride, carrying the bulky frame towards teh cheerful gathering.=-
Aslan Burning: His frame was placed atop a log, and not those of the ironsmith. Driftwood piled atop one another to make a perfect ring to watch the small gathering. He sat like a king atop a woodland throne, and perhaps to the outlaws before him he was. This was the man of law, but to Maahes he had not seen their crimes, nor witnessed the conviction so tonight their dances and drinks were welcome. Balian came into view, the cloak catching the moon and cast an eerie glow...or perhaps he was drunk, but either way a hand was thrown up by a very laid back General. (d
Balian Windsor: He leaned back in the saddle just a little to lift his gaze toward the silver kiss of the moon. His right free hand slid down the brim of his cloak drawing it back to rest behind the black woven hilt of the nameless sword against his hip. The piebald stallion road further toward the gathering and just when he approached the ring of the gathering he drew back the reigns to spy Maahes through the group and once more his head bowed with a faint smile. "General Maahes." Balians deep tone was unmistakable by those that knew him. In truth he was surprised to see the General amongst these types then again Balian didnt take much of that to heart either and often found himself amongst the unusual gatherings. "Beautiful night this." [d]
CRoseMcKenzie: Horse would carry Rose down the western shores of Scotland. As it grew dark, she had been watching the fires in the distance on the Isle of Skye. She could faintly hear the celebration going on over the water. When she came upon a ferry, she would make her mind up to investigate. She loved adventure and the night was perfect for it. Her heart would beat rapidly as the small ferry would take her across. It would not take long of sight to see that those gathered were gypsy like in their celebrations. Rose would smile as she arrived at the shoreline just down from the main bustle of the celebration. (d)
Flanman69: -=Nearing the lights of the celebratory fires, a few of the less drunk and more observant took note of the figure's approach and stood, turning to face the stranger. Without ceremony or even breaking stride, folds of oilskin cloth parted, and a pair of calloused and meaty hands began to move in time over the tan, taught skin of a simple yet acutely tuned djembe. Rhythm flowed out to the crowd, effortlessly melding with the drumming within their company while hob-nailed boots thumped a metronome's tattoo past them towards the general and rider.=-
Aslan Burning: Dark flesh came alive against the warmth of the fire, a lifetime under the barbaric sun had stained his flesh with rich hues of gold and brown, but it did not take much. The Egyptian Arab somehow felt he fit in here more then ever, with the mixed bunch of riff-raffs, but it wasn't until Balian was he reminded how much Skye meant. "Sir Knight.", A deep voice rumbled from behind his chest, and he would nod in agreement. "It's a good sign right before war." For a moment amber colored orbs passed to the full moon with clouds brushing either side. Falling then to the man from a few nights past he smirked, wonderment filling a heavy mind if Eamonn ever got his two shots in. (d
Balian Windsor: He slid from the mount, leather creaked against leather beneath the heavy white cloak boldly baring the crest of the dueling lions in gold across his back. His left hand lift to draw the hood back and leave it lay across his broad thick shoulders and revealing long locks of wheat tied back with a white bandana. Spurred heels chimed when they met the sand and with a slow tilt of his head he caught sight of the lady approaching from the shore. He smiled politely and dipped his chin toward her before his blues lift back toward Maahes inhaling a soft breath before he spoke. "Indeed, though I do much enjoy a good hard storm." He had an uncanny level of agility and balance and unstable ground had been his benefit more times then he could recall. Though he wouldnt speak of such things. He made his way toward an empty log and swept his left hand back to brush the cloak tails aside before settling down to sit. "You are well tonight my friend?" [d]
CRoseMcKenzie: Rose would leave Horse to her own just before the mark of where the crowd would start. She was dressed in white shift with a rose royal blue shirt. A laced leather bodice would reveal the soft mounds of her bosom. Her cloak was pushed back over her shoulders and the hood pushed back. Her red curls would drape wildly over her shoulders and back. She made eye contact with Balian and would return the smile as she walked slowly up. Her head would nod to those that would nod first to her. Her green eyes smiled in the dancing flames of the fires. She approached and looked up to the one watching over the festivities thinking this was a familiar feeling. A good memory. (d)
Flanman69: -=A hearty chuckle rumbled out from somewhere under the shade of the weather-beaten brim. The drumming continued until comming to a simultaneous halt with the thump of his step, both done with the precision one might expect from a soldier. The abrupt stop of the drum did not even seem out of place with the prevailing music. A voice rumbled in the same manner as the chuckle to the pair of seated party-goers=-. Well now, a brave man enjoys the feel of rain on his face, but a wise one knows when tae step in out of the weather.
Aslan Burning: The General sat forward large arms coming to rest the bend atop his knees, and the motion brought his shoulders to square away with his spine. Like a lion on it's prey they hunched together, as dark eyes passed to Balian. Partygoers? This pair? Balian had the pimp cup, but it doesn't mean he drank from it. It would however be funny seeing this duo drink to their end. "I see toy maker you still have your front teeth." Meaning that he figured Eamonn would have knocked them clean out. The motions around them stilled lightly as song came to finish and hands clapped together. The Roma musicians would wait a moment before turning the tempo down and the violinist's tune much more somber then before. There was no reason, but for the change as always a Gypsy was on the move. If they could not move from place to place; perhaps try pace to pace? The woman who entered the beach had not been ignored, but dry eyes passed to her, and an emotionless face turn to an empty spot on the log. If she would wish it of course. (d
Balian Windsor: "Well spoken." Lifting his gaze to the man approaching. He nodded once to the man in greeting before his attention was swept back toward Maahes and then back to the man. His brow lift slightly knowing he missed the better half of the details to bring forward a comment like that. He chuckled softly with the thought and lift his chin just a little when the tempo of the music had changed. "His teeth is it?" He eyed the man once more looking for signs of battle on the mans face before he turned his head to look back over his shoulder at a man passing by behind him. Indeed it was true, Balian and Maahes after a night of drinking wouldnt boad well for propperty value or increase many life expectancies. So it was, the veteran Knight hardly had a drop of the stuff. [d]
CRoseMcKenzie: Rose felt dwarfed by the large man that stood not far from her as he addressed the other two. She saw the quiet invite by the eyes of the general and would nod in acceptance, moving to the log. A smile still upon her face. She would listen to the men's conversation and her eyes would go out over the gathered crowd as she noted the music change herself. Once there was a pause in the conversation she would voice her arrival. "G'eve m'lords. A celebration is it? Might I ask what has brought such a gathering of gaiety?" Her voice was soft yet easily heard. The fact that their were gypsies everywhere told ehr there needed no reason to be had but it was an obvious question none the same. (d)
Defective Beauty: The handmaiden of the Duchess was through with her duties for now and seem to find herself walking aimlessly along the shores. The golden blond had already visited the market and the gardens, finding lil peace there.<d
Flanman69: -=As the music changed, the drum and hands retracted to be enveloped again by oilskin cloth. Another chuckle spilled from the darkness as broad shoulders visibly shook with mirth.=- Aye, that be a good question. What is it that put these folk in such a good mood? (d)
Aslan Burning: "I have no complaints, Balian.." Replying the man's question earlier, as his broken mind often worked like a backwards puzzle. Sitting on the bit of driftwood Maahes felt at any moment the tide would come rushing upon them, having spent the entire afternoon in rout by sea. However it was not that he minded the voyage, just felt sucked in by the constant rocking. Maahes was a very reserved man, so words would not be lifted to the woman, he'd save that for Balian, a man more pleasant in manners. Yet, he would pass the plate of fruits that was given to him by the Roma before, as always Maahes hated to see people too thin. "The woman in red will get you a drink.." Spoken very quietly,but in no way shape or form passing on the deep aggression of his voice. (d
Balian Windsor: "Greetings m'lady." He chuckled softly and shook his head just a little at her question. "I'm not so sure myself, I just happened upon it myself in my ride along the shores."His head turned to receive Maahes comment with another nod before he lift his arms up to stretch and roll his shoulders back. A few days journey had left the knight sore and muscles tight. [d]
CRoseMcKenzie: Rose would nod to him in understanding and whisper to the woman in red who had approached. She would decline the fruit for though she had a small frame, she was by no means starving herself to death. In fact Rose loved to eat but had only finished her night meal an hour before her arrival. Her foot would tap lightly to the music at it's pace. "I suppose sometimes there be nae a reason tae laugh and dance and share company o' those most jovial. Oh and we cannae forget the drink." She would take ehr drink from the woman at those words and lift it to the three men nearest her. "Huzzah!"(d)
Defective Beauty: Sparkling blue hues like that of saphires gazed out over the sands of she shores, seeing a few campfires and shadowed figures moving about around them. Her steps hesitated a moment as she pondered whether or not to get closer for a the shore*-- The small woman closed the distance between herself and the others as she slowly approached. Eyes narrowed in though as at least two figures seemed familar, one whom she did not expect to see tonight. Think he was still away on his travels. The others was no doubt the General, whom always scared her with his size and dark features. Any that knew her past would understand as to why, few knew the marks of such a past and only one had seen them. It was a life once lived but would never be forgotten. "G'evening." She said as she greeted all, even the scarey beasty man as she moved around to stand across from them.<d
Flanman69: -=The brawny frame stood stolidly as the exchanges were made. The only motion was the quiet wave of the poncho as the night breeze brushed past it. A prefunctory nod was cast to the newcomer as the greeting was spoken. The cheerful tone of the voice deepend a bit as it spoke over the pleasantries exchanged.=- General, I donnae desire tae sour a moment of respite, but do ye mind if'n I tug on yer ear fer a moment? (d,
Aslan Burning: Like the stars in the heavens these eyes of the ladies, sparkling orbs of velvety navy, but it did nothing compared to the fire light in another's gaze. It was a strange feeling to admire a person from the distance, but this was the first time Maahes would pass eyes to Jelenah without narrowing them or pulling away. They seemed to have reason to hate the other, she for her past, and he for the looks. She made him feel like an outsider, and he made her feel unsafe. However in truth there were very few who would give their life so easily for another. Maahes was always first into battle, and the last to leave. Turning his attention from the handmaid he met the iron smith's eyes. "Do not speak in fancy words, speak plainly. My mind is not as educated." Meaning he spoke English, but was getting damn near tired of "Ainglish". "I'm too tired to put words together tonight." He had once sent the scholars running, "What is the meaning of this word Tae!!!! (d
Balian Windsor: Balians eyes lowered into the fire, the sizzle and pops played there tune while he stared into the nothing. Shadows were cast to dance across the group with the flickering of flames brought to head by a soft sea breeze to breath newlife into dying coals in the womb of the fire. Then her voice was heard, instantly a warm smile came to his cheeks and his head turned to look back at her. Locking icy blues against deep sapphire before he stood to his height of six and a half feet. His arms slid down around her, luring her those last few inches into the warmth of his chest and a soft kiss was placed against her cheek. "Good evening Lady Jelenah." [d]
CRoseMcKenzie: When the woman had approached and bid greetings, she would smile and nod her head to her. Listening to them, she continued to sip her drink. The music would change once again to a lively tune and Rose would tap her foot and lightly pat her leg as the music rolled out. She could see the dancers as they picked up their pace and noted a boost to the volume of noise. She hated to be rude but she wanted to dance too. She would stand and place her drink down out of the way on the ground. "Please, ifn' ye will excuse me. I find the music callin' me." She would nod to each and then hurry out to the fires and join the dancers. Her hips would move side to side the music and then her feet would take up the beat and she began to twirl and dance about. Her smile was ear to ear and teeth showing as she allowed herself this pleasure. Her red curls flying out from her body then landing once again as her pace slowed. The stars were shining above her and she would throw her head back to see them as she danced careful not to tumble and fall. It was good being apart of the music, the fire, the laughter. (d)
Defective Beauty: A nod was given to both the other female and to the man who wished to speak with the General. Her eyes returned to the two other men and she nodded and spoke directly to the large Egyptain male. "General... Sir..." Acknowledging him and singling him out first was her small step in trying to cope with her past. A slight show of the courage this small one had in trying to face her fears. Maybe one day she would be able to put to rest the nightmares that haunted her and kept her from finding rest she needed. Balian's frame grew as he stood and moved to her side, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her lil five foot five frame to his was a nice welcome. Her own arms mimmiced his and he smiled with the kiss he gave. "G'evening Sir Balian." Softly replied before blue hues looked back to the General. "General, if I may... Ainglish is the accented word of English, but not English in the sense of the language. Ainglish is reffering to that of a people. And the word Tae is simply the accented word of to..." The golden blond hoped she had helped him and not confused him more, as she was a well educated Lady and did try her best to help others understand things that were confusing or to complex for them sometimes. Her words trailed off into silence and she simply offered a warm polite smile. <d
Flanman69: -=The hulking figure still stood as if the lone survivor of the wooden brethren upon which the rest were seated. The wrinkled brim canted slightly.=- Aye, if'n ye are that taxed, then now nae be a good time. Ye'll have tae fergive me accent. The lass is correct, though it be Confucian of her tae offer it unbidden. -=A step was taken to the side and his bulk settled upon the sand near the general.=- Here, this is good fer the recuperating mind. -=Scarred digits exited the poncho, offering a small brown bottle the size of a large pine cone.=- I'm in favor of enjoyin' the spectacle as well. -=The wrinkled brim swiveled towards the firelit crowd.=-(d)
Aslan Burning: "I am aware of the difference, just ask that words be slowed down and spoken clearly." Dark eyes lifted to Jelenah, as a bit of anger filled him. He had not meant to be so defensive, but he hated to be made out to look stupid, it had been a life long struggle. Maahes knew very much of the world around him, he was just a little reserved when it came to expressing it. Would they ever get this right? Returning his attention to the man in the pancho he was curious to the contents of the bottle, but wasn't a man who drank. The alcohol put extra weight on a man's frame, and the kind that could not easily be burned away. Eyes roamed over the crowd as they spoke, to those dancing as he spoke. "Did you have business or are you here to offer me bottles?" Yeah someone rubbed this cat the wrong way. (d
Balian Windsor: He smiled softly and offered her his arm. "I am pretty beat from my travels, should i sit still much longer im likely to doze off. Would you like to take a walk with me love?" He had bowed his head toward the General next. "Good night General.." And then nodded toward the others with a polite smile. "Good night."
CRoseMcKenzie: Rose continued to laugh and dance with the gypsies. Her graceful moves were hard to miss as she was outlined by the fire's glow. As she danced, she would look up to see Balian and his lady friend looking as though they were about to leave and would wave. Her eyes would then go to the general's as he looked out over the dancers. She would smile to him in a soft way that was held for only a second. A blush to her cheeks would be covered by the twirling motion as the music continued to play. Her blue skirt would fly out as she turned and fall in a twisted motion back to her body as she slowed down to take on a different step. It was a glorious night and soon her breaths woudl become labored but oh she loved to dance under the stars. (d)
Defective Beauty: When the General gave his reply, Jelenah bit at h er bottom lip. If she made him feel anything less than what he was, that had not been her intentions at all. " I... forgive me.. I did not mean to insinuate anything ." She swallowed the lump in her throat, suddenly feeling foolish and her gaze lowered as it left the dark featured male. Balian spoke, offered his arm and she accepted it with a small smile and soft nod. "Yes, I would..." She answered after glancing back to Maahes with an apologetic look in her eyes and upon her delicate face. She sighed and then moved off with Balian, bidding all a goodnight before they disappeared. <d -
Flanman69: -=The hand remained extended.=- By yer distrustful look, I take it ye question what I'm offering. It is mulnutberry juice, and I offer it since the prevailing drink around here is alcoholic, and I seek tae help ye reclaim yer senses, nae drive ye further from them. Aye, I did have business, but I willnae conduct it while the other party is nae in sound mind or temperment.
Aslan Burning: "Toymaker, I am never of sound mind." Ok maybe he had a little too much to drink, three sips about took him out, and that was simply being polite. "I win wars, fight battles, and kill men." He stood then without even giving a glance back started to move towards the barracks. "Business is death, should you need it, I have chambers in the barracks of my men." Every muscle on his back was tense, arms stiff and to his sides. The open air was starting to choke him, the night was starting to close in around him. Maahes needed to walk, and his mun needs some sleep. (d
Balian Windsor: The sweet sound of hooves trotting against the earth lift from the packed sands against the shores. The black and white piebald, proud war stallion that it was carried the pale cloaked rider through the baron of night toward the sound of drums. Balians favored left hand gripped the reigns against his thigh. Icy blues were sent to drift along the gathering of gypsies to pierce the shadowed confines of his hood. Long had it been since Balian indulged in such things, festivities and game, long had it been that he had a reason to smile but it became clear the veteran Knight had a new future afoot. His lips parted exhaling a soft breath before his chin was dipped to those few that had gestured a welcome. [d]
Flanman69: -=The moonlight filtering through the treeline danced and flittered in the night breezes. There the underbrush parted and a burly figure clad ina black oilskin poncho and broad-brimmed hat slowly rose, seemingly made of the earth from which it issued. Legs often compared to logs or columns swung in a rhythmic stride, carrying the bulky frame towards teh cheerful gathering.=-
Aslan Burning: His frame was placed atop a log, and not those of the ironsmith. Driftwood piled atop one another to make a perfect ring to watch the small gathering. He sat like a king atop a woodland throne, and perhaps to the outlaws before him he was. This was the man of law, but to Maahes he had not seen their crimes, nor witnessed the conviction so tonight their dances and drinks were welcome. Balian came into view, the cloak catching the moon and cast an eerie glow...or perhaps he was drunk, but either way a hand was thrown up by a very laid back General. (d
Balian Windsor: He leaned back in the saddle just a little to lift his gaze toward the silver kiss of the moon. His right free hand slid down the brim of his cloak drawing it back to rest behind the black woven hilt of the nameless sword against his hip. The piebald stallion road further toward the gathering and just when he approached the ring of the gathering he drew back the reigns to spy Maahes through the group and once more his head bowed with a faint smile. "General Maahes." Balians deep tone was unmistakable by those that knew him. In truth he was surprised to see the General amongst these types then again Balian didnt take much of that to heart either and often found himself amongst the unusual gatherings. "Beautiful night this." [d]
CRoseMcKenzie: Horse would carry Rose down the western shores of Scotland. As it grew dark, she had been watching the fires in the distance on the Isle of Skye. She could faintly hear the celebration going on over the water. When she came upon a ferry, she would make her mind up to investigate. She loved adventure and the night was perfect for it. Her heart would beat rapidly as the small ferry would take her across. It would not take long of sight to see that those gathered were gypsy like in their celebrations. Rose would smile as she arrived at the shoreline just down from the main bustle of the celebration. (d)
Flanman69: -=Nearing the lights of the celebratory fires, a few of the less drunk and more observant took note of the figure's approach and stood, turning to face the stranger. Without ceremony or even breaking stride, folds of oilskin cloth parted, and a pair of calloused and meaty hands began to move in time over the tan, taught skin of a simple yet acutely tuned djembe. Rhythm flowed out to the crowd, effortlessly melding with the drumming within their company while hob-nailed boots thumped a metronome's tattoo past them towards the general and rider.=-
Aslan Burning: Dark flesh came alive against the warmth of the fire, a lifetime under the barbaric sun had stained his flesh with rich hues of gold and brown, but it did not take much. The Egyptian Arab somehow felt he fit in here more then ever, with the mixed bunch of riff-raffs, but it wasn't until Balian was he reminded how much Skye meant. "Sir Knight.", A deep voice rumbled from behind his chest, and he would nod in agreement. "It's a good sign right before war." For a moment amber colored orbs passed to the full moon with clouds brushing either side. Falling then to the man from a few nights past he smirked, wonderment filling a heavy mind if Eamonn ever got his two shots in. (d
Balian Windsor: He slid from the mount, leather creaked against leather beneath the heavy white cloak boldly baring the crest of the dueling lions in gold across his back. His left hand lift to draw the hood back and leave it lay across his broad thick shoulders and revealing long locks of wheat tied back with a white bandana. Spurred heels chimed when they met the sand and with a slow tilt of his head he caught sight of the lady approaching from the shore. He smiled politely and dipped his chin toward her before his blues lift back toward Maahes inhaling a soft breath before he spoke. "Indeed, though I do much enjoy a good hard storm." He had an uncanny level of agility and balance and unstable ground had been his benefit more times then he could recall. Though he wouldnt speak of such things. He made his way toward an empty log and swept his left hand back to brush the cloak tails aside before settling down to sit. "You are well tonight my friend?" [d]
CRoseMcKenzie: Rose would leave Horse to her own just before the mark of where the crowd would start. She was dressed in white shift with a rose royal blue shirt. A laced leather bodice would reveal the soft mounds of her bosom. Her cloak was pushed back over her shoulders and the hood pushed back. Her red curls would drape wildly over her shoulders and back. She made eye contact with Balian and would return the smile as she walked slowly up. Her head would nod to those that would nod first to her. Her green eyes smiled in the dancing flames of the fires. She approached and looked up to the one watching over the festivities thinking this was a familiar feeling. A good memory. (d)
Flanman69: -=A hearty chuckle rumbled out from somewhere under the shade of the weather-beaten brim. The drumming continued until comming to a simultaneous halt with the thump of his step, both done with the precision one might expect from a soldier. The abrupt stop of the drum did not even seem out of place with the prevailing music. A voice rumbled in the same manner as the chuckle to the pair of seated party-goers=-. Well now, a brave man enjoys the feel of rain on his face, but a wise one knows when tae step in out of the weather.
Aslan Burning: The General sat forward large arms coming to rest the bend atop his knees, and the motion brought his shoulders to square away with his spine. Like a lion on it's prey they hunched together, as dark eyes passed to Balian. Partygoers? This pair? Balian had the pimp cup, but it doesn't mean he drank from it. It would however be funny seeing this duo drink to their end. "I see toy maker you still have your front teeth." Meaning that he figured Eamonn would have knocked them clean out. The motions around them stilled lightly as song came to finish and hands clapped together. The Roma musicians would wait a moment before turning the tempo down and the violinist's tune much more somber then before. There was no reason, but for the change as always a Gypsy was on the move. If they could not move from place to place; perhaps try pace to pace? The woman who entered the beach had not been ignored, but dry eyes passed to her, and an emotionless face turn to an empty spot on the log. If she would wish it of course. (d
Balian Windsor: "Well spoken." Lifting his gaze to the man approaching. He nodded once to the man in greeting before his attention was swept back toward Maahes and then back to the man. His brow lift slightly knowing he missed the better half of the details to bring forward a comment like that. He chuckled softly with the thought and lift his chin just a little when the tempo of the music had changed. "His teeth is it?" He eyed the man once more looking for signs of battle on the mans face before he turned his head to look back over his shoulder at a man passing by behind him. Indeed it was true, Balian and Maahes after a night of drinking wouldnt boad well for propperty value or increase many life expectancies. So it was, the veteran Knight hardly had a drop of the stuff. [d]
CRoseMcKenzie: Rose felt dwarfed by the large man that stood not far from her as he addressed the other two. She saw the quiet invite by the eyes of the general and would nod in acceptance, moving to the log. A smile still upon her face. She would listen to the men's conversation and her eyes would go out over the gathered crowd as she noted the music change herself. Once there was a pause in the conversation she would voice her arrival. "G'eve m'lords. A celebration is it? Might I ask what has brought such a gathering of gaiety?" Her voice was soft yet easily heard. The fact that their were gypsies everywhere told ehr there needed no reason to be had but it was an obvious question none the same. (d)
Defective Beauty: The handmaiden of the Duchess was through with her duties for now and seem to find herself walking aimlessly along the shores. The golden blond had already visited the market and the gardens, finding lil peace there.<d
Flanman69: -=As the music changed, the drum and hands retracted to be enveloped again by oilskin cloth. Another chuckle spilled from the darkness as broad shoulders visibly shook with mirth.=- Aye, that be a good question. What is it that put these folk in such a good mood? (d)
Aslan Burning: "I have no complaints, Balian.." Replying the man's question earlier, as his broken mind often worked like a backwards puzzle. Sitting on the bit of driftwood Maahes felt at any moment the tide would come rushing upon them, having spent the entire afternoon in rout by sea. However it was not that he minded the voyage, just felt sucked in by the constant rocking. Maahes was a very reserved man, so words would not be lifted to the woman, he'd save that for Balian, a man more pleasant in manners. Yet, he would pass the plate of fruits that was given to him by the Roma before, as always Maahes hated to see people too thin. "The woman in red will get you a drink.." Spoken very quietly,but in no way shape or form passing on the deep aggression of his voice. (d
Balian Windsor: "Greetings m'lady." He chuckled softly and shook his head just a little at her question. "I'm not so sure myself, I just happened upon it myself in my ride along the shores."His head turned to receive Maahes comment with another nod before he lift his arms up to stretch and roll his shoulders back. A few days journey had left the knight sore and muscles tight. [d]
CRoseMcKenzie: Rose would nod to him in understanding and whisper to the woman in red who had approached. She would decline the fruit for though she had a small frame, she was by no means starving herself to death. In fact Rose loved to eat but had only finished her night meal an hour before her arrival. Her foot would tap lightly to the music at it's pace. "I suppose sometimes there be nae a reason tae laugh and dance and share company o' those most jovial. Oh and we cannae forget the drink." She would take ehr drink from the woman at those words and lift it to the three men nearest her. "Huzzah!"(d)
Defective Beauty: Sparkling blue hues like that of saphires gazed out over the sands of she shores, seeing a few campfires and shadowed figures moving about around them. Her steps hesitated a moment as she pondered whether or not to get closer for a the shore*-- The small woman closed the distance between herself and the others as she slowly approached. Eyes narrowed in though as at least two figures seemed familar, one whom she did not expect to see tonight. Think he was still away on his travels. The others was no doubt the General, whom always scared her with his size and dark features. Any that knew her past would understand as to why, few knew the marks of such a past and only one had seen them. It was a life once lived but would never be forgotten. "G'evening." She said as she greeted all, even the scarey beasty man as she moved around to stand across from them.<d
Flanman69: -=The brawny frame stood stolidly as the exchanges were made. The only motion was the quiet wave of the poncho as the night breeze brushed past it. A prefunctory nod was cast to the newcomer as the greeting was spoken. The cheerful tone of the voice deepend a bit as it spoke over the pleasantries exchanged.=- General, I donnae desire tae sour a moment of respite, but do ye mind if'n I tug on yer ear fer a moment? (d,
Aslan Burning: Like the stars in the heavens these eyes of the ladies, sparkling orbs of velvety navy, but it did nothing compared to the fire light in another's gaze. It was a strange feeling to admire a person from the distance, but this was the first time Maahes would pass eyes to Jelenah without narrowing them or pulling away. They seemed to have reason to hate the other, she for her past, and he for the looks. She made him feel like an outsider, and he made her feel unsafe. However in truth there were very few who would give their life so easily for another. Maahes was always first into battle, and the last to leave. Turning his attention from the handmaid he met the iron smith's eyes. "Do not speak in fancy words, speak plainly. My mind is not as educated." Meaning he spoke English, but was getting damn near tired of "Ainglish". "I'm too tired to put words together tonight." He had once sent the scholars running, "What is the meaning of this word Tae!!!! (d
Balian Windsor: Balians eyes lowered into the fire, the sizzle and pops played there tune while he stared into the nothing. Shadows were cast to dance across the group with the flickering of flames brought to head by a soft sea breeze to breath newlife into dying coals in the womb of the fire. Then her voice was heard, instantly a warm smile came to his cheeks and his head turned to look back at her. Locking icy blues against deep sapphire before he stood to his height of six and a half feet. His arms slid down around her, luring her those last few inches into the warmth of his chest and a soft kiss was placed against her cheek. "Good evening Lady Jelenah." [d]
CRoseMcKenzie: When the woman had approached and bid greetings, she would smile and nod her head to her. Listening to them, she continued to sip her drink. The music would change once again to a lively tune and Rose would tap her foot and lightly pat her leg as the music rolled out. She could see the dancers as they picked up their pace and noted a boost to the volume of noise. She hated to be rude but she wanted to dance too. She would stand and place her drink down out of the way on the ground. "Please, ifn' ye will excuse me. I find the music callin' me." She would nod to each and then hurry out to the fires and join the dancers. Her hips would move side to side the music and then her feet would take up the beat and she began to twirl and dance about. Her smile was ear to ear and teeth showing as she allowed herself this pleasure. Her red curls flying out from her body then landing once again as her pace slowed. The stars were shining above her and she would throw her head back to see them as she danced careful not to tumble and fall. It was good being apart of the music, the fire, the laughter. (d)
Defective Beauty: A nod was given to both the other female and to the man who wished to speak with the General. Her eyes returned to the two other men and she nodded and spoke directly to the large Egyptain male. "General... Sir..." Acknowledging him and singling him out first was her small step in trying to cope with her past. A slight show of the courage this small one had in trying to face her fears. Maybe one day she would be able to put to rest the nightmares that haunted her and kept her from finding rest she needed. Balian's frame grew as he stood and moved to her side, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her lil five foot five frame to his was a nice welcome. Her own arms mimmiced his and he smiled with the kiss he gave. "G'evening Sir Balian." Softly replied before blue hues looked back to the General. "General, if I may... Ainglish is the accented word of English, but not English in the sense of the language. Ainglish is reffering to that of a people. And the word Tae is simply the accented word of to..." The golden blond hoped she had helped him and not confused him more, as she was a well educated Lady and did try her best to help others understand things that were confusing or to complex for them sometimes. Her words trailed off into silence and she simply offered a warm polite smile. <d
Flanman69: -=The hulking figure still stood as if the lone survivor of the wooden brethren upon which the rest were seated. The wrinkled brim canted slightly.=- Aye, if'n ye are that taxed, then now nae be a good time. Ye'll have tae fergive me accent. The lass is correct, though it be Confucian of her tae offer it unbidden. -=A step was taken to the side and his bulk settled upon the sand near the general.=- Here, this is good fer the recuperating mind. -=Scarred digits exited the poncho, offering a small brown bottle the size of a large pine cone.=- I'm in favor of enjoyin' the spectacle as well. -=The wrinkled brim swiveled towards the firelit crowd.=-(d)
Aslan Burning: "I am aware of the difference, just ask that words be slowed down and spoken clearly." Dark eyes lifted to Jelenah, as a bit of anger filled him. He had not meant to be so defensive, but he hated to be made out to look stupid, it had been a life long struggle. Maahes knew very much of the world around him, he was just a little reserved when it came to expressing it. Would they ever get this right? Returning his attention to the man in the pancho he was curious to the contents of the bottle, but wasn't a man who drank. The alcohol put extra weight on a man's frame, and the kind that could not easily be burned away. Eyes roamed over the crowd as they spoke, to those dancing as he spoke. "Did you have business or are you here to offer me bottles?" Yeah someone rubbed this cat the wrong way. (d
Balian Windsor: He smiled softly and offered her his arm. "I am pretty beat from my travels, should i sit still much longer im likely to doze off. Would you like to take a walk with me love?" He had bowed his head toward the General next. "Good night General.." And then nodded toward the others with a polite smile. "Good night."
CRoseMcKenzie: Rose continued to laugh and dance with the gypsies. Her graceful moves were hard to miss as she was outlined by the fire's glow. As she danced, she would look up to see Balian and his lady friend looking as though they were about to leave and would wave. Her eyes would then go to the general's as he looked out over the dancers. She would smile to him in a soft way that was held for only a second. A blush to her cheeks would be covered by the twirling motion as the music continued to play. Her blue skirt would fly out as she turned and fall in a twisted motion back to her body as she slowed down to take on a different step. It was a glorious night and soon her breaths woudl become labored but oh she loved to dance under the stars. (d)
Defective Beauty: When the General gave his reply, Jelenah bit at h er bottom lip. If she made him feel anything less than what he was, that had not been her intentions at all. " I... forgive me.. I did not mean to insinuate anything ." She swallowed the lump in her throat, suddenly feeling foolish and her gaze lowered as it left the dark featured male. Balian spoke, offered his arm and she accepted it with a small smile and soft nod. "Yes, I would..." She answered after glancing back to Maahes with an apologetic look in her eyes and upon her delicate face. She sighed and then moved off with Balian, bidding all a goodnight before they disappeared. <d -
Flanman69: -=The hand remained extended.=- By yer distrustful look, I take it ye question what I'm offering. It is mulnutberry juice, and I offer it since the prevailing drink around here is alcoholic, and I seek tae help ye reclaim yer senses, nae drive ye further from them. Aye, I did have business, but I willnae conduct it while the other party is nae in sound mind or temperment.
Aslan Burning: "Toymaker, I am never of sound mind." Ok maybe he had a little too much to drink, three sips about took him out, and that was simply being polite. "I win wars, fight battles, and kill men." He stood then without even giving a glance back started to move towards the barracks. "Business is death, should you need it, I have chambers in the barracks of my men." Every muscle on his back was tense, arms stiff and to his sides. The open air was starting to choke him, the night was starting to close in around him. Maahes needed to walk, and his mun needs some sleep. (d
