Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on Aug 10, 2008 10:22:40 GMT -6
The morning sun found the tall Lord of the Isles standing in at the window, viewing the gardens below… Bess did love them so... and the summer blooms seem to turn their beauty toward the sun. The mystery of the tapestries, the harp, and the convergence of his and Bess’ lives had been the focus of his thoughts… thoughts that prevented his deep sleep he craved.
Bess had displayed a yearning to visit Eirian… and Adam wanted to go to Aberdeen… he pondered how he could do both… “Aye, first Bant Chan Ser… then Aberdeen…” he mumbled… he needed a vacation for sure… it had been well over a year… nearer five since he last took pleasure of not toiling over responsibility… Well long before he had met Bess… but what better company than his wife and son…
Later that morning, he sat in the receiving room, delving out justice, making administrative rulings for the city, and passing decrees to Noble queries… To the Scribe, he commanded that a formal decree be posted that the Lord and Lady would be unavailable for 10 – 14 days… and all local emergency queries were to be handed to the City Admninistrator and the Nobles could handle things until the Lord’s return. By later afternoon, Adam had relinquished all duties for now, and sent messengers out to the appropriate nobles… and to Lord Maubrey in Glasgow, asking him to delay his arrival by 14 days… due to some urgent business afoot.
Alone again… The Duchess, her son, her new Lady-in-Waiting, and their escorts had departed for Arianna Hymerodraeth; By the evening, he stood, once again by the window looking at the flowers… she had not been gone a day and he missed her. Last night, his bed seemed so cold without her… Soon, he would ride to Eirian’s Valley and rejoin his heart.
The entourage of 30 knights rode from the city gates, the banners of black emblazoned with the golden gryphon fluttered in the breeze… This simple man, who once use to ride alone, battling the elements and foes day-to-day… now could not go anywhere outside the city walls unless the Gold Talons were in accompaniment.
The Talons are knights and warriors, who are selected to be elite in their fields, serving as guardians to specific persons, some of which may be members of the order of knights or elected persons known as The Order of the Talon, an order of guardianship. The Gold Talons are those responsible with guarding the Duke and his chosen persons both local and foreign, while White Talons are responsible with guarding the Duchess and her chosen persons both local and foreign. Both divisions may be called upon to serve as liasons and informants in times of need. They are known to one another for being in possession of a grousclaw pin with either dark golden or white feathers.
Now, it was these brave men, that escorted the Duke to the Valley of Arianna Hymerodraeth… the Duke in the black armour of the Gryphon rode at the head of the formation, his streamers decorating the procession. Down the cobble stone road, the rhythmic clatter of iron hooves against the stone produced a thunderous roar. Though in the distance, unseen were more still... men who wore the gryphon emblem burned into their shoulder.
The Duke was a proud man… though not vain as many nobles were. He was not overly arrogant to many facets of aggression. Unknown to many were the designated outriders who rode unseen by any who would mount an attack upon the Duke… too many times had the organized Talons been attacked by tactics unheard of… tactics that would one day be called guerilla tactics… chivalry played no part in those who would use this strategy of warfare… and hence the Duke’s utilization of the Outriders, as they were now called. It was King Apollo of Avaria, who offered men to instruct a selected few, the preventive ways to deal with those guilty of unchivalric terms…
Into the valley they rode… secure of whatever they would meet… it had been months since he had seen Eirian… long before her child was born and he was determined to see them this time…..
Log Entry: Entered Arianna Hymerodraeth [Members - 2] 8/9/2008 12:17 PM
Set In Her Way: The bid for a time of quiet in the Valley of Stars showcased instead the lines being drawn between former comerades, brothers-in-arms, and the proving ground where choices would see the survival of an allied nation. Beathag witnessed in these preceedings the deep current of devotion in Avarian veins: for causes, for self, for Avaria. No matter how fractured the discourse no one could deny that each heart still beat for that place a day's sail over the ocean. Constant companion to her was the handmaided Liliana Marishka on the heels of a bohemoth's shadow. For once, she circled the events but did not put in a decisive hand. The way to Eden was paved on the backs of the dead. "No matter tha' blood is shed on it, the countryside still gones on to be beautiful," she conversed with the Steward and his wife on the great threshold of Arianna Hymerodraeth, the Lady Artisan's country estate that captured the imagination of those within, "...n' with the same modesty n' strength tha' all o' ye seem tae hold. No wonder you settled 'ere, n' she did too. " Pipe smoke curled above her head, swept away to mingle with the cedars, water, and flowers.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam pulled hard against the reins as he saw the mix of death at happiness's doorstep... The white stallion nearly sat down at the master's command... the Talons circling the Duke... "Secure the passage, I ride to Arianna Hymerodraeth alone... then camp nearby... await word from me and nonbe other..." The Captain responded... "Aye Mae Lord..." two fingers touching his visor of the helm... then Adam takes the Gryphon banner and rides toward the stone estate, the black and gold fluttering above his helmet... The large white stallion halts and snorts as he is halted at the entrance to the estates... a servant quickly taking the Duke's banner, and another holding the reins... Adam swings a leg over the saddle and steps down to terra firma... turning and removing his helm, followed by a weathered glove with each step... "Announce tae the Lady Eirian and the Duchess of mae arrival..."
Set In Her Way: "How fares the camp o' the General some mile away?" She placed the question to the man who saw the workings of the Estate as some oversee the rearing of a child. Hectic, intense, but not devoid of moments of sweetness, Master Edward relayed the news as he too curled his mouth over the slender stem of a pipe. "They camp a mile, mayhaps two out Your Grace. The General has gathered a sufficient number of men to him, we supply them if they have need at all. This morn M'lady took a large wealth of information that they might plan the campaign." She nodded her head. Conversation subsided to observation as the Master's wife made notice of the black and gold coming along the entry road. Wry smile in the face of any adversity, she moved toward the stables to meet him. He was only seperated from the small party by an easily crossed set of yards when the strides of the tall were long. Just as the page was turning on his heel the young man blushed for fear he hadn't moved quickly enough . "Tis fine, lad. Go tell Tabitha n' she will see if your lady is awake. I can recieve mah husband."
Ignia Ferroque: The men of the Duke's Gold Talons break ranks and secure an area not far from the Estates... knights, squires, and mounted warriors alighted from the steeds and mounts, only to quicklymake camp... securing their own spaces for their spartan needs. In the distance the Duke, standing on the stone veranda looking out over Arianna Hymerodreath simply smiles. The sword rattles as he turns toward the door...Gloves in helm, helm in arm, the black surcoat with the gold gryphon upon it, is highlightd by the sun's gleaming off the shiny, but battle scarred armour. The tall knight brushes his curly locks with stiff fingers. He awaits the servants directions to his wife and his dear friend.
Set In Her Way: The servant was a woman who dipped her head quickly followed by a curtsy no less than reverant for the nation's sovereign ruler. "She is...well, Your Grace, she comes forward m'lord just there..." He crossed space from the stables as she journeyed toward them, thus they'd meet in the like space of union. The woman lowered her eyes once more, plucking her apron as she curtsied, "Good morning, your Graces." A gentle hand lifted gave her leave to be dismissed. The sun caught the fire of the golden color, drinking in the black. The man who wore it stole Beathag's breath. Had it been so long since he had decided on these colors? Hadn't it only been yesteryear that he caught her eye under the banner of a falcon? "I remember when first I saw ye in your full array. Thought ye looked quite handsome n' fine e'en if stubborness would nay have me say it outright. Now? Ye go beyond e'en tha' day or e'en the first day I saw you wear the black n' gold.." Of her attire she wore the colors of her personal fame: white linen chemise embroidered with golden thread with an off-white overdress. The White Hound of Scotland advanced much as the day she had to see him off to the Border Wars in Inverness.
Ignia Ferroque: Seeing Bess exit the stables... he walks down the steps, handing an accompanying servant his helm, his long strides carrying him toward her... the embrace was one that as if the pair of lovers had nay seen each other in years, though it had been mere days... the kiss they now endured was one of love and passion, though brief, was a sign of the love these two shared... the passion of life quickly exampled in their embrace... neither feared the public display, nor would shun the affection they gave openly... He smirked as her words... "Aye lass, sae yae say... seems generations have passed since those days afore... Ah try tae stay healthy... tae stay fit to quell yer passions of the night and battles of day..." speaking softly in her ear... his hands caressing her form. Pushing her back to arms length... "The white does yae well lass... how goes it here?" then he looks around then back to her... "Though the way here is lined with death... is Eir'n awright?"
Set In Her Way: Passages of death and providences of warriors mattered little in the moment he took hold of her sight. Not for all the world could another matter steer her course away from the man who took her in his arms. Her lips crushed against his own to wear passion's bruise; mere days stretched an eternity in a place where the quiet lived. She lost, like all did, countless hours pondering the mystery of the wind in the trees. Beathag never knew if people blushed or laughed, whispered or scoffed. Hands callused by wearing no gloves when holding reigns would still feel as soft as linen through his hair as she laid them to rest against the back of his neck. " M'passions are satiated n' the battles o' the day are only fought with words now n' the providence o' yourself. Though I will nay shun from sayin' ye are a force o' grandeur swingin' a weapon." Lightness was how they survived the impossible. Standing back she smiled, "I'm glad ye think so. I wore it for ye. M'thinks such things are a sign tha' help." She turned her head over her shoulder, coming to his side to talk of blood, of worry. "Our way was paved with the death tae. The enemy are Rangers n' fighters as fierce a the Avarians n' just as skilled as our own. Seems they be under the employ o' many for a few things. Eirian...holds well..better than any would think." She shook her head admitting her own shock at this, "She is at once mother n' lady o' the manor..comin' to the beginnin' o' her time as a Queen. Still...tis only been mayhaps 12 days since the babe was born. She pushes 'erself hard.."
Ignia Ferroque: Sea green eyes flickered left and right as he gazed upon the one woman in his life that could and would either make his strong or break him... Many have said that the Duke wore his emotions upon his sleeves... quick to laugh, or cry... but to him, this is what made him who he was... for he could not, nor would not portray a man other that what he was truly... Taking her hand and placing it upon his arm, the steel of the chain mail cold to the touch, he walked her slowly across the courtyard as she spoke... pausing her momentarily... he points to the Talons preparing camp... "Knights, thirty... all Talons..." then he leans to her whispering... "Ah took Apollo's advice... Ah call th'm Outriders... they fight as Avarians dae... stealth and violence as none are knights... none want glamour nor notice... they live for protecting us... and the kill..." he pauses knowing it was not the most honorable thing to do, but to fight fire with fire.. he looks to his beloved Bess... "five and twenty are trained... one and ten are with us, somewhere out there... gryphons burned into their forearms, they have vowed fealty... to the death, sae we mae be free..." then he kisses her forehead and squeezes her hand.
Set In Her Way: "Adam..ye have done sae aye?" he told of numbers, tactics, and the name of the men that would fight as hard as Avarian Talons. "They shall be skilled in the tactics we saw in Trotternish n' Sleat then..a group o' noble crazed men" she muttered. The camp was close, numbering two; "General Maahes' encampment is perhaps a mile or two away from 'ere.. He has his bestn' hardest infantry. Yet we know not the other numbers..we must wait n' see. Odd as it seems our patience has increased ten fold in the last many months. Waitin' fer things is somethin' we're rather good at." She kissed his cheek, touching the chain mail arm as she looked out over the trees, "Our gardens fall intae the Cullins, as does our castle but 'ere....it seems another place. Tis wrong tae fight on such hallowed soil. The people 'ere are good, humble, n' kind. Tae think o' them burned alive in their church..tae think of tha' blood shed seems worse than e'en the fields of Struan, and e'en tha' is not so far from here.They are crushed, Adam. Twixt clan disputes, Avarian disputes. Us dealin' with such things...yet them." She shook her head softly as she said, "M'fealty is to you, our love n' this land. Come, let us gae n' see Eirian."
Ignia Ferroque: The tall knight listened intently... his hand caressing hers in reassurance... Saying nothing listening... he enjoyed her presence with an occasional glance at her... he height near his, these two resembled lone trees on a plain... nodding to her... "Lead on M'Lady... Ah am at yer command..."
Set In Her Way: "By your leave, Sir. This way.." The two tall people glided across the courtyard to step up the wide veranda of the home. Even she stalled still to look upon the slender seeming arches, the use of stone and wood together to create the place of a fairy tale. Once within, all the servants would acknowledge them in silence before continuing on to their tasks. Air blew through wide windows and open halls in farther places to play with the hair on top of their heads as Tabitha came forward to them. She was a young woman, no more than 17. Her Titian curls were bound back in a braid tucked underneath a thin white cap. "M'Lady is well and shall recieve you both. She tells me to say she shall be here in a brief moment, having gone to see to Mistress Hope."
Ignia Ferroque: Adam knew Eirian had a child but nothing more... "Hope, eh?" looking to Bess... "Fine name fer a lassie... and well deserved for this place..." Allowing Bess to lead the way, he followed... As he entered he noticed his helm on the table by the door... Looking around, he smiles... nudging Bess... "Wot shall E'rin dae when she becomes Queen of Avaria...?"
Set In Her Way: "She will reign, as Queens are apt to do. Live in Avaria, reside here too when time allows it with her 'usband and little family." She nudged him back, laughing as she gave his arm a playful swat. The sense of light, open ness, and elegant simplicity played in every area of the decor. It did evoke a sense of glee, didn't it -
Yesterdays Fancy: That would be how Eirian would find them. Tabitha announced her as she seemed to move in the way of suspension between worlds with a precious bundle in her arms.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam would snap to attention and bow deeply at the sight of Eirian and the babe... his hand would sway before him then to the side as he knelt to one knee. He did so respect Eirian... some ways were evident, some were silent and merely thought. Could she read minds? if so then she would know how he felt. Rising, he smiles... "G'morn M'Lady... ya look radiant as ever... Motherhood daes ye well..." he leans to kiss her cheek, his course hand upon her arm.
Yesterdays Fancy: "My Lord, you are too kind. Welcome to Arianna Hymerodraeth.." The Artisan deeped in respectful curtsy to her sovereign, for he was still just that. This was not Avaria nor was it a place where title ought exude her above others. "Bow nont before me, your Grace, it is I who show you fealty in your own country..." The little babe opened her eyes. Brown they were, with Eirian's blue bursting out of the centers; even with her slant, almond shaped eyes she was the splitting image of her mother, as beautiful as lore made her to be. "Might I introduce Hope Olwyn Apollus to you, Adam?"
Ignia Ferroque: "Hope Olwyn Apollus... tis the greastest of pleasure to make yer acquitance..." course digits meets silky soft as the Duke caresses the princess... he glances to Eirian... "Fantastic..." then he looks to Bess and smiles broadly, moisture comes to his eye as he reflects back to Edme... and his desire of the future...
Yesterdays Fancy: "She gives what she is named, my lord..I promise. Will you?" He was offered the chance to hold the little infant in his arms should it please him -
Set In Her Way: Beathag came to his side, looking down once more on the little princess as she put her hands to his shoulders.
Ignia Ferroque: Hesitation preceded... stopping only to smile, take in a deep breath and reach out... Bracing the babe by the head and buttocks... he was now out of his league and entering new territory... Bringing the babe close to his torso, he looked down at the swaddling and caressed the babe with the gentleness of a Father... Far out of his league, even Edme was months old when he found her... Though the Fatherly instinct came from nowhere... from the depths of his being... it came forth and he smiled... the babe feeling it, also smiled... he looked to Bess, now the other eye teared... Indeed, the Duke wore his emotions on his sleeve.... But it was that fact that attracted... or distracted from his popularity as Duke... Sovereign of a newborn nation...
Set In Her Way: "Ye handle her as if ye've done it all your days! First man who held her tha' didn't look like he'd break her..wot do you say, small one? Does he pass... yes..yes, he does. Oh!" Reaching outward the small girl grasped her fingers, and her head came to rest on Adam's shoulder. "What a fine grasp. Strong little girl!" her body no longer followed a regular flow with the moon or the cycle of the month. God, how she wished, how she still prayed there was a chance for this. Her voice caught in her throat -
Yesterdays Fancy: "I will return one time for such an occasion as this... and my small girl will look down on your own daughters and sons.." Comfortingly spoken, as if it were the truth known to herself to be taught in belief to others. One hand would take hold of her stomach to abate the tenderness it felt as she sat beside the pair. -
Set In Her Way: "Your mouth tae the ears o' the Gods, Eirian."
Ignia Ferroque: Wishes of the star-crossed lovers... mates from the very first... their lives had been topsy-turvy... battle scarred and weary... now the pair lived in harmony together... at peace with themselves... it was once thought they were fortunate to find one another... but it seemed to be fate that drew them together - again... Now the wish they both dreamed of had been dashed many times by physicians... but this seer... this gentle woman... proclaims that the impossible could... nay... may occur... but Adam, with little or no religious strength doubted her still... Pagan... Aetheist... forsaker of Church. He did believe in God... but knew that God would only help those that helped themselves... He looked to Eirian... then to Bess... then looked at the babe... "Mabbe..."
Set In Her Way: "Dae ye truly believe this... if I may be so bold as to ask. They look on you with the eyes o' a prophet..." Beathag half held it in truth, half not. People were prone to make idols out of the beautiful to deliver them from the banality of the world. Often times she said what was real were what the Gods left behind, the stories of a lineage, and anything on the end of her axe. For the first since hearing that fable she studied the clear, flawless sapphire eyes of an old, dear friend from days of yore -
Yesterdays Fancy: "Yes. God has given me the sight, if such is a gift. I do believe that you will have children. Often what is told as impossible, my lord and lady, is only improbable. This means that it may not happen and not that it can not. You each do not war as you have in the past, and know happiness despite many toils. You will have many heirs. Each as lovely as the last."
Ignia Ferroque: The babe seemed to laugh... or coo... or whatever it is babies do so young... but Adam's heart raced... Sea-green eyes glanced down at the brown and blues of such a young one... who now wished the heartbeat of its mother... handing the babe back to Eirian... "Yae are wise for such a young lass..." looking to Bess... "we once thought we had found one another... yet the old man and the tapestries inform us that we were taegether as children... that fate brought us back... to where we once were..." he looks to Eirian, "Hence why what yu saw may come tae pass... but in our lifetimes...?" he shakes his head... "Mabbe in Aodhan's... we are old by standards... five and thirty are we..." Adam so wanted to believe... but he was a realist... nary an optimist... nor a nay-sayer... he could only look at Bess and take her hand, having the baby back in its mother's arms.
Yesterdays Fancy: "Then if fate wished you together, Fate will provide for you Adam. Aye, you are old..Talion is five years your senior. Yet certainly he will father more children." Her blush made even Beathag chuckle , "Aodhan was born under stringent condition, if I remember correctly. Come now. You are both vigorous. Certainly I will come to see more children of you, just as you shall have many to be as Godparents to for me."
Set In Her Way: "Were tha' we could 'ave your faith Eirian. Maybe we shall learn o' it. Twould beh nice..to hear the sound o' such small children with our features..but come. How fare you now? These times are tryin' on you. Is this nay the first time in days you were able to sleep?"
Ignia Ferroque: Adam could not help but smirk at Eirian stating they were vigorous... but how would Eirian know not for Bess kissing and telling... they were... and the lack of child was not from trying... Lord knows... Adam could not help from smirking... he hoped Eirian would not read minds... his hand simply squeezed Bess's:::::
He would look upon Eirian and her babe... then he would look at Bess and sigh... "if only I had a girl, with such beauty as her mother... and her mother's strength... this would round out the family we yearn for... to sister Aodhan... to provide Skye with an additional heir... to fulfill Lord Alan's destiny..." thought not said, he simply looked to Bess, and Eirian, and excused himself, hoping that his dismissal was for personal relief instead of a shed tear. Bowing slightly, he turned and walked thru the door to the exterior of the estate... only to be found in Eirian's gardens.
Bess had displayed a yearning to visit Eirian… and Adam wanted to go to Aberdeen… he pondered how he could do both… “Aye, first Bant Chan Ser… then Aberdeen…” he mumbled… he needed a vacation for sure… it had been well over a year… nearer five since he last took pleasure of not toiling over responsibility… Well long before he had met Bess… but what better company than his wife and son…
Later that morning, he sat in the receiving room, delving out justice, making administrative rulings for the city, and passing decrees to Noble queries… To the Scribe, he commanded that a formal decree be posted that the Lord and Lady would be unavailable for 10 – 14 days… and all local emergency queries were to be handed to the City Admninistrator and the Nobles could handle things until the Lord’s return. By later afternoon, Adam had relinquished all duties for now, and sent messengers out to the appropriate nobles… and to Lord Maubrey in Glasgow, asking him to delay his arrival by 14 days… due to some urgent business afoot.
Alone again… The Duchess, her son, her new Lady-in-Waiting, and their escorts had departed for Arianna Hymerodraeth; By the evening, he stood, once again by the window looking at the flowers… she had not been gone a day and he missed her. Last night, his bed seemed so cold without her… Soon, he would ride to Eirian’s Valley and rejoin his heart.
The entourage of 30 knights rode from the city gates, the banners of black emblazoned with the golden gryphon fluttered in the breeze… This simple man, who once use to ride alone, battling the elements and foes day-to-day… now could not go anywhere outside the city walls unless the Gold Talons were in accompaniment.
The Talons are knights and warriors, who are selected to be elite in their fields, serving as guardians to specific persons, some of which may be members of the order of knights or elected persons known as The Order of the Talon, an order of guardianship. The Gold Talons are those responsible with guarding the Duke and his chosen persons both local and foreign, while White Talons are responsible with guarding the Duchess and her chosen persons both local and foreign. Both divisions may be called upon to serve as liasons and informants in times of need. They are known to one another for being in possession of a grousclaw pin with either dark golden or white feathers.
Now, it was these brave men, that escorted the Duke to the Valley of Arianna Hymerodraeth… the Duke in the black armour of the Gryphon rode at the head of the formation, his streamers decorating the procession. Down the cobble stone road, the rhythmic clatter of iron hooves against the stone produced a thunderous roar. Though in the distance, unseen were more still... men who wore the gryphon emblem burned into their shoulder.
The Duke was a proud man… though not vain as many nobles were. He was not overly arrogant to many facets of aggression. Unknown to many were the designated outriders who rode unseen by any who would mount an attack upon the Duke… too many times had the organized Talons been attacked by tactics unheard of… tactics that would one day be called guerilla tactics… chivalry played no part in those who would use this strategy of warfare… and hence the Duke’s utilization of the Outriders, as they were now called. It was King Apollo of Avaria, who offered men to instruct a selected few, the preventive ways to deal with those guilty of unchivalric terms…
Into the valley they rode… secure of whatever they would meet… it had been months since he had seen Eirian… long before her child was born and he was determined to see them this time…..
Log Entry: Entered Arianna Hymerodraeth [Members - 2] 8/9/2008 12:17 PM
Set In Her Way: The bid for a time of quiet in the Valley of Stars showcased instead the lines being drawn between former comerades, brothers-in-arms, and the proving ground where choices would see the survival of an allied nation. Beathag witnessed in these preceedings the deep current of devotion in Avarian veins: for causes, for self, for Avaria. No matter how fractured the discourse no one could deny that each heart still beat for that place a day's sail over the ocean. Constant companion to her was the handmaided Liliana Marishka on the heels of a bohemoth's shadow. For once, she circled the events but did not put in a decisive hand. The way to Eden was paved on the backs of the dead. "No matter tha' blood is shed on it, the countryside still gones on to be beautiful," she conversed with the Steward and his wife on the great threshold of Arianna Hymerodraeth, the Lady Artisan's country estate that captured the imagination of those within, "...n' with the same modesty n' strength tha' all o' ye seem tae hold. No wonder you settled 'ere, n' she did too. " Pipe smoke curled above her head, swept away to mingle with the cedars, water, and flowers.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam pulled hard against the reins as he saw the mix of death at happiness's doorstep... The white stallion nearly sat down at the master's command... the Talons circling the Duke... "Secure the passage, I ride to Arianna Hymerodraeth alone... then camp nearby... await word from me and nonbe other..." The Captain responded... "Aye Mae Lord..." two fingers touching his visor of the helm... then Adam takes the Gryphon banner and rides toward the stone estate, the black and gold fluttering above his helmet... The large white stallion halts and snorts as he is halted at the entrance to the estates... a servant quickly taking the Duke's banner, and another holding the reins... Adam swings a leg over the saddle and steps down to terra firma... turning and removing his helm, followed by a weathered glove with each step... "Announce tae the Lady Eirian and the Duchess of mae arrival..."
Set In Her Way: "How fares the camp o' the General some mile away?" She placed the question to the man who saw the workings of the Estate as some oversee the rearing of a child. Hectic, intense, but not devoid of moments of sweetness, Master Edward relayed the news as he too curled his mouth over the slender stem of a pipe. "They camp a mile, mayhaps two out Your Grace. The General has gathered a sufficient number of men to him, we supply them if they have need at all. This morn M'lady took a large wealth of information that they might plan the campaign." She nodded her head. Conversation subsided to observation as the Master's wife made notice of the black and gold coming along the entry road. Wry smile in the face of any adversity, she moved toward the stables to meet him. He was only seperated from the small party by an easily crossed set of yards when the strides of the tall were long. Just as the page was turning on his heel the young man blushed for fear he hadn't moved quickly enough . "Tis fine, lad. Go tell Tabitha n' she will see if your lady is awake. I can recieve mah husband."
Ignia Ferroque: The men of the Duke's Gold Talons break ranks and secure an area not far from the Estates... knights, squires, and mounted warriors alighted from the steeds and mounts, only to quicklymake camp... securing their own spaces for their spartan needs. In the distance the Duke, standing on the stone veranda looking out over Arianna Hymerodreath simply smiles. The sword rattles as he turns toward the door...Gloves in helm, helm in arm, the black surcoat with the gold gryphon upon it, is highlightd by the sun's gleaming off the shiny, but battle scarred armour. The tall knight brushes his curly locks with stiff fingers. He awaits the servants directions to his wife and his dear friend.
Set In Her Way: The servant was a woman who dipped her head quickly followed by a curtsy no less than reverant for the nation's sovereign ruler. "She is...well, Your Grace, she comes forward m'lord just there..." He crossed space from the stables as she journeyed toward them, thus they'd meet in the like space of union. The woman lowered her eyes once more, plucking her apron as she curtsied, "Good morning, your Graces." A gentle hand lifted gave her leave to be dismissed. The sun caught the fire of the golden color, drinking in the black. The man who wore it stole Beathag's breath. Had it been so long since he had decided on these colors? Hadn't it only been yesteryear that he caught her eye under the banner of a falcon? "I remember when first I saw ye in your full array. Thought ye looked quite handsome n' fine e'en if stubborness would nay have me say it outright. Now? Ye go beyond e'en tha' day or e'en the first day I saw you wear the black n' gold.." Of her attire she wore the colors of her personal fame: white linen chemise embroidered with golden thread with an off-white overdress. The White Hound of Scotland advanced much as the day she had to see him off to the Border Wars in Inverness.
Ignia Ferroque: Seeing Bess exit the stables... he walks down the steps, handing an accompanying servant his helm, his long strides carrying him toward her... the embrace was one that as if the pair of lovers had nay seen each other in years, though it had been mere days... the kiss they now endured was one of love and passion, though brief, was a sign of the love these two shared... the passion of life quickly exampled in their embrace... neither feared the public display, nor would shun the affection they gave openly... He smirked as her words... "Aye lass, sae yae say... seems generations have passed since those days afore... Ah try tae stay healthy... tae stay fit to quell yer passions of the night and battles of day..." speaking softly in her ear... his hands caressing her form. Pushing her back to arms length... "The white does yae well lass... how goes it here?" then he looks around then back to her... "Though the way here is lined with death... is Eir'n awright?"
Set In Her Way: Passages of death and providences of warriors mattered little in the moment he took hold of her sight. Not for all the world could another matter steer her course away from the man who took her in his arms. Her lips crushed against his own to wear passion's bruise; mere days stretched an eternity in a place where the quiet lived. She lost, like all did, countless hours pondering the mystery of the wind in the trees. Beathag never knew if people blushed or laughed, whispered or scoffed. Hands callused by wearing no gloves when holding reigns would still feel as soft as linen through his hair as she laid them to rest against the back of his neck. " M'passions are satiated n' the battles o' the day are only fought with words now n' the providence o' yourself. Though I will nay shun from sayin' ye are a force o' grandeur swingin' a weapon." Lightness was how they survived the impossible. Standing back she smiled, "I'm glad ye think so. I wore it for ye. M'thinks such things are a sign tha' help." She turned her head over her shoulder, coming to his side to talk of blood, of worry. "Our way was paved with the death tae. The enemy are Rangers n' fighters as fierce a the Avarians n' just as skilled as our own. Seems they be under the employ o' many for a few things. Eirian...holds well..better than any would think." She shook her head admitting her own shock at this, "She is at once mother n' lady o' the manor..comin' to the beginnin' o' her time as a Queen. Still...tis only been mayhaps 12 days since the babe was born. She pushes 'erself hard.."
Ignia Ferroque: Sea green eyes flickered left and right as he gazed upon the one woman in his life that could and would either make his strong or break him... Many have said that the Duke wore his emotions upon his sleeves... quick to laugh, or cry... but to him, this is what made him who he was... for he could not, nor would not portray a man other that what he was truly... Taking her hand and placing it upon his arm, the steel of the chain mail cold to the touch, he walked her slowly across the courtyard as she spoke... pausing her momentarily... he points to the Talons preparing camp... "Knights, thirty... all Talons..." then he leans to her whispering... "Ah took Apollo's advice... Ah call th'm Outriders... they fight as Avarians dae... stealth and violence as none are knights... none want glamour nor notice... they live for protecting us... and the kill..." he pauses knowing it was not the most honorable thing to do, but to fight fire with fire.. he looks to his beloved Bess... "five and twenty are trained... one and ten are with us, somewhere out there... gryphons burned into their forearms, they have vowed fealty... to the death, sae we mae be free..." then he kisses her forehead and squeezes her hand.
Set In Her Way: "Adam..ye have done sae aye?" he told of numbers, tactics, and the name of the men that would fight as hard as Avarian Talons. "They shall be skilled in the tactics we saw in Trotternish n' Sleat then..a group o' noble crazed men" she muttered. The camp was close, numbering two; "General Maahes' encampment is perhaps a mile or two away from 'ere.. He has his bestn' hardest infantry. Yet we know not the other numbers..we must wait n' see. Odd as it seems our patience has increased ten fold in the last many months. Waitin' fer things is somethin' we're rather good at." She kissed his cheek, touching the chain mail arm as she looked out over the trees, "Our gardens fall intae the Cullins, as does our castle but 'ere....it seems another place. Tis wrong tae fight on such hallowed soil. The people 'ere are good, humble, n' kind. Tae think o' them burned alive in their church..tae think of tha' blood shed seems worse than e'en the fields of Struan, and e'en tha' is not so far from here.They are crushed, Adam. Twixt clan disputes, Avarian disputes. Us dealin' with such things...yet them." She shook her head softly as she said, "M'fealty is to you, our love n' this land. Come, let us gae n' see Eirian."
Ignia Ferroque: The tall knight listened intently... his hand caressing hers in reassurance... Saying nothing listening... he enjoyed her presence with an occasional glance at her... he height near his, these two resembled lone trees on a plain... nodding to her... "Lead on M'Lady... Ah am at yer command..."
Set In Her Way: "By your leave, Sir. This way.." The two tall people glided across the courtyard to step up the wide veranda of the home. Even she stalled still to look upon the slender seeming arches, the use of stone and wood together to create the place of a fairy tale. Once within, all the servants would acknowledge them in silence before continuing on to their tasks. Air blew through wide windows and open halls in farther places to play with the hair on top of their heads as Tabitha came forward to them. She was a young woman, no more than 17. Her Titian curls were bound back in a braid tucked underneath a thin white cap. "M'Lady is well and shall recieve you both. She tells me to say she shall be here in a brief moment, having gone to see to Mistress Hope."
Ignia Ferroque: Adam knew Eirian had a child but nothing more... "Hope, eh?" looking to Bess... "Fine name fer a lassie... and well deserved for this place..." Allowing Bess to lead the way, he followed... As he entered he noticed his helm on the table by the door... Looking around, he smiles... nudging Bess... "Wot shall E'rin dae when she becomes Queen of Avaria...?"
Set In Her Way: "She will reign, as Queens are apt to do. Live in Avaria, reside here too when time allows it with her 'usband and little family." She nudged him back, laughing as she gave his arm a playful swat. The sense of light, open ness, and elegant simplicity played in every area of the decor. It did evoke a sense of glee, didn't it -
Yesterdays Fancy: That would be how Eirian would find them. Tabitha announced her as she seemed to move in the way of suspension between worlds with a precious bundle in her arms.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam would snap to attention and bow deeply at the sight of Eirian and the babe... his hand would sway before him then to the side as he knelt to one knee. He did so respect Eirian... some ways were evident, some were silent and merely thought. Could she read minds? if so then she would know how he felt. Rising, he smiles... "G'morn M'Lady... ya look radiant as ever... Motherhood daes ye well..." he leans to kiss her cheek, his course hand upon her arm.
Yesterdays Fancy: "My Lord, you are too kind. Welcome to Arianna Hymerodraeth.." The Artisan deeped in respectful curtsy to her sovereign, for he was still just that. This was not Avaria nor was it a place where title ought exude her above others. "Bow nont before me, your Grace, it is I who show you fealty in your own country..." The little babe opened her eyes. Brown they were, with Eirian's blue bursting out of the centers; even with her slant, almond shaped eyes she was the splitting image of her mother, as beautiful as lore made her to be. "Might I introduce Hope Olwyn Apollus to you, Adam?"
Ignia Ferroque: "Hope Olwyn Apollus... tis the greastest of pleasure to make yer acquitance..." course digits meets silky soft as the Duke caresses the princess... he glances to Eirian... "Fantastic..." then he looks to Bess and smiles broadly, moisture comes to his eye as he reflects back to Edme... and his desire of the future...
Yesterdays Fancy: "She gives what she is named, my lord..I promise. Will you?" He was offered the chance to hold the little infant in his arms should it please him -
Set In Her Way: Beathag came to his side, looking down once more on the little princess as she put her hands to his shoulders.
Ignia Ferroque: Hesitation preceded... stopping only to smile, take in a deep breath and reach out... Bracing the babe by the head and buttocks... he was now out of his league and entering new territory... Bringing the babe close to his torso, he looked down at the swaddling and caressed the babe with the gentleness of a Father... Far out of his league, even Edme was months old when he found her... Though the Fatherly instinct came from nowhere... from the depths of his being... it came forth and he smiled... the babe feeling it, also smiled... he looked to Bess, now the other eye teared... Indeed, the Duke wore his emotions on his sleeve.... But it was that fact that attracted... or distracted from his popularity as Duke... Sovereign of a newborn nation...
Set In Her Way: "Ye handle her as if ye've done it all your days! First man who held her tha' didn't look like he'd break her..wot do you say, small one? Does he pass... yes..yes, he does. Oh!" Reaching outward the small girl grasped her fingers, and her head came to rest on Adam's shoulder. "What a fine grasp. Strong little girl!" her body no longer followed a regular flow with the moon or the cycle of the month. God, how she wished, how she still prayed there was a chance for this. Her voice caught in her throat -
Yesterdays Fancy: "I will return one time for such an occasion as this... and my small girl will look down on your own daughters and sons.." Comfortingly spoken, as if it were the truth known to herself to be taught in belief to others. One hand would take hold of her stomach to abate the tenderness it felt as she sat beside the pair. -
Set In Her Way: "Your mouth tae the ears o' the Gods, Eirian."
Ignia Ferroque: Wishes of the star-crossed lovers... mates from the very first... their lives had been topsy-turvy... battle scarred and weary... now the pair lived in harmony together... at peace with themselves... it was once thought they were fortunate to find one another... but it seemed to be fate that drew them together - again... Now the wish they both dreamed of had been dashed many times by physicians... but this seer... this gentle woman... proclaims that the impossible could... nay... may occur... but Adam, with little or no religious strength doubted her still... Pagan... Aetheist... forsaker of Church. He did believe in God... but knew that God would only help those that helped themselves... He looked to Eirian... then to Bess... then looked at the babe... "Mabbe..."
Set In Her Way: "Dae ye truly believe this... if I may be so bold as to ask. They look on you with the eyes o' a prophet..." Beathag half held it in truth, half not. People were prone to make idols out of the beautiful to deliver them from the banality of the world. Often times she said what was real were what the Gods left behind, the stories of a lineage, and anything on the end of her axe. For the first since hearing that fable she studied the clear, flawless sapphire eyes of an old, dear friend from days of yore -
Yesterdays Fancy: "Yes. God has given me the sight, if such is a gift. I do believe that you will have children. Often what is told as impossible, my lord and lady, is only improbable. This means that it may not happen and not that it can not. You each do not war as you have in the past, and know happiness despite many toils. You will have many heirs. Each as lovely as the last."
Ignia Ferroque: The babe seemed to laugh... or coo... or whatever it is babies do so young... but Adam's heart raced... Sea-green eyes glanced down at the brown and blues of such a young one... who now wished the heartbeat of its mother... handing the babe back to Eirian... "Yae are wise for such a young lass..." looking to Bess... "we once thought we had found one another... yet the old man and the tapestries inform us that we were taegether as children... that fate brought us back... to where we once were..." he looks to Eirian, "Hence why what yu saw may come tae pass... but in our lifetimes...?" he shakes his head... "Mabbe in Aodhan's... we are old by standards... five and thirty are we..." Adam so wanted to believe... but he was a realist... nary an optimist... nor a nay-sayer... he could only look at Bess and take her hand, having the baby back in its mother's arms.
Yesterdays Fancy: "Then if fate wished you together, Fate will provide for you Adam. Aye, you are old..Talion is five years your senior. Yet certainly he will father more children." Her blush made even Beathag chuckle , "Aodhan was born under stringent condition, if I remember correctly. Come now. You are both vigorous. Certainly I will come to see more children of you, just as you shall have many to be as Godparents to for me."
Set In Her Way: "Were tha' we could 'ave your faith Eirian. Maybe we shall learn o' it. Twould beh nice..to hear the sound o' such small children with our features..but come. How fare you now? These times are tryin' on you. Is this nay the first time in days you were able to sleep?"
Ignia Ferroque: Adam could not help but smirk at Eirian stating they were vigorous... but how would Eirian know not for Bess kissing and telling... they were... and the lack of child was not from trying... Lord knows... Adam could not help from smirking... he hoped Eirian would not read minds... his hand simply squeezed Bess's:::::
He would look upon Eirian and her babe... then he would look at Bess and sigh... "if only I had a girl, with such beauty as her mother... and her mother's strength... this would round out the family we yearn for... to sister Aodhan... to provide Skye with an additional heir... to fulfill Lord Alan's destiny..." thought not said, he simply looked to Bess, and Eirian, and excused himself, hoping that his dismissal was for personal relief instead of a shed tear. Bowing slightly, he turned and walked thru the door to the exterior of the estate... only to be found in Eirian's gardens.
