Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on Aug 19, 2008 10:44:13 GMT -6
Ignia Ferroque: Adam strolled down the Row, looking at all the various shops and venues, with no mindful purpose... his guards not too far away, but not too close... few would notice none but the handsome Duke.
Set In Her Way: What of his wife, radiant and raw about her edges? The refinment she exuded was the talk of the Heralds as the afternoon grow nigh in the West to succumb to evening. The people? Why, it was time to go among them on business of a personal matter. A piece of cloth was given over as forfeit of a request, "I want ye tae repair the standard o' the former house, n' I'd like it placed with the others above Herald's Row, see this, 'ere.. Clan MacRauri, n' this..." She was swallowed up by the compulsory strides of the frocked men who kept the symbology of old Europe as a trade. A space in time, a gap in the crowd allowed a sight of her looking up in the center of the herald's building. "The insignia o' the Lord's symbol o' office. The Brooch." He bowed before looking to inquire, "What of the standards o' the women of the household,Your Grace.... The Dove, n' the Swan. The Blooming Tree o' the Lady Edme, ye may lift.... The White Hound, mam?" "No. I'd like tae be recalled for somethin' else." Let the heritage take center over the White Hound. The knotwork, the ancient guardian's symbol seemed hard to her now to emulate.
Ignia Ferroque: Passing the shops, he would gaze into the windows, a reflection of himself looked back... his dark hair a muss, to which had now become a curly landmark... the black robes, trimmed in gold, flowed with every long stride... and fluttered with the short ones... Business complete, the scribes and accountants happy with his decisions, time now allowed him out and about... the Gaelic Renaissance was now in full swing, the shipping lanes alive with ships of various nations large and small.
Set In Her Way: A fine time, a blossoming time. Everything seemed to be flourishing accept the promise of the house's endurance. The pressures of a woman had never been hers to hold until the moment the coronet slid on her brow. Be it days, weeks, or months agone the feel of a noble woman's weight bore down on a scared back. With the business of the estate concluded, she turned to join the people of the city in the pace of life. Of the guard? Eyes were on her yet at a distance as she called for respect of space, of thought. Thus at least in illlusion it seemed that the woman clad in the white she was famed for was alone.
Ignia Ferroque: The Duke, be he known as handsome, gentle, and mindful of the people or loathed as a beast, one who would enter the kingdom and take the crown for himself, obliterating centuries of clan rule... he would walk alone... a glance here... there... then a pause...something was not right... it was different... the flags were being rearranged... crossing his arms, he leaned against a post and watched.
Set In Her Way: The Griffin was followed by the standards of: Robert the Bruce, the subsequent clans of Scotland were below it..but beside it? The House of Adam's mother, of him, of the true Lordship: MacRauri was beside Aberdeen, followed by the standards of the houses lords and ladies who had personal marks. Beyond the corner were the flags of allies, but it was the course of history that mattered.
Ignia Ferroque: Could it be true? Did he see the MacRauri standard... it had not been flown over anything for 30 plus years, not since Lord Alan and his eldest daughter Amira were murdered in the cathedral... since the power of the English Lord... thru the Chamberlain had it torn down.
Set In Her Way: He saw it caught in the breeze of twilight; catching colors in the flow of a new risen moon, a dying sun. Fire seemed to glow in aura around it like it did in days of yore when the generations of men were Lords, little lower than actual king. To evoke a time before blood shed on an alter one had to remember what that time was. Soon a ship would bare them hence to but one part of that memory. Would it not behove the people then to recall?
Ignia Ferroque: Adam longed to know more... the poor Chamberlain had taken ill... and with that fact Adam would pressure him no more, until he recovered... should fate bear the old man death, much information would be lost... Adam now had beautiful lasses about the old man, who was the perve, keeping the small man strong....to reality, Adam just smiled at the banner above him, proud to be related to a MacRauri.
Set In Her Way: She was proud to be wed to a MacRauri, to fufill some piece of a destiny that should have been hers in the first place. Yet, part of the puzzle would always be missing for her no matter if they sailed to Aberdeen, to Norway, to the reaches beyond all living because this was his tale. Her mother's part in it ended long ago. What, then, does one do? Caldonhan's hooves clopped on the stone as she would ride beneath the banners. A figment. An illusion of a woman bound for the walls at the end of th erow, and for the mountains if she got that far.
Ignia Ferroque: A familiar rhytym of hooves, he rose from the lean to what approached behind... Stepping in the path from the walkway... "And where dae yae think yaer be gaein so late woman..." snapping wind-blown hair from his face.
Set In Her Way: The path was blocked by her lord, husband. Caldonhan tossed his head, lifting his hooves until his mistress soothed is ire with Scott's Gaul to tell him all was well. For Adam, English came in familiar brogue " We be gaein' to the wall tae survery the city, m'laird."
Ignia Ferroque: Adam stood his ground when the horse reared... he feared death not... and his fervor for life sat upon the horse before him. "Aye? Ah have dum wit work taeday... now ah be seein' de sights..." pointing up. "Ah see yae been busy ahain luv..."
Set In Her Way: "Stop tha' ye brute, be still...still." She caressed the mane of gray, twining through thick coat across her palms. Looking down to his Lordship brazen before the horse laughter ensued in soft bouts. "Ye day has been productive m'laird. Aye, I have been busy." She looked up, "Tis the heritage o ' the island and thus belongs where heritage belongs."
Ignia Ferroque: Bowing before his Lady... and his wife... words not be spoken, seagreen eyes full of love simply seek out hers... providing a seductful wink.
Set In Her Way: "The view awaits, will ye come with meh m'lord, n view your terrain?" She made room for him in her saddle should he wish to come behind her for she always rode full a'stride.
Ignia Ferroque: Her once calloused hand was smoother than beofre, as he grasp her wrist, she swung and pul;led as his long leg bent and extend, while the other swung up and over... snuggling in behind her, his arms wrap about her waist... not for fear of falling, but to pull himself more into her space ad feel her against him. "Lead on fair Lady... the Duke is at yer bidding..."
Set In Her Way: In Arianna Hymerodraeth, she gave her hands to the Artisan's women who soothed her with talk of country wifery. Amidst the clucking tongues smoothing over the lull of the wind her hands callus' began to fall away. Dead skin was reinvigorated. Scars could not be taken away, but what a handmaiden could not do their humble effort could. So these hands now touched a husband. She grinned soft, near blushing to feel his front against her backside, bereft of petticoats or plentiful skirts to seperate the feel of skin to skin. Under the MacAuri banner the old generation come of age climbed up the citty streets. Turns, twists, steps were surpassed by long strides until they passed under the threshold of the Southern Wall's gate.
Ignia Ferroque: Bold hands finds his wife's skin, course hands lightly touch bare skin... "Yae 'r a seductess Bess Aberdeen..." as he pinches skin lightly. "Naew where we bae gaein'?"
Set In Her Way: Caldonhan shifted between their thighs.His muscles were thick, strong propelling them to a round about where the city slid down the stone roads to be all around them. All alone they were. Leaning against her husband, she said, "Here, tis were I was headed, m'watchin' place, m'watch tower if ye will."
Ignia Ferroque: His eyes were in her hair, his nose taking in her scent, his mind all on her... intoxicating... Jolted back to reality with her words, he takes a look around... "Sae this where yae be hidin'... breathtaking it tis..." leaning intoi her hair again, whispering... "Just like yae 're..."
Set In Her Way: He smelled the river-water of the Valley of Stars, the mixed flowes of the castle garden. He smelled a woman peeling away the layers of hard, callus year to be vunerable towards the falling cusps on the edge of summer. "Aye, tis where I gae sometimes I've come through the garden passages or perhaps the ones in the hills...n' soometimes I ride through the city....nay..tis more intoxicatin' than me. Tis your lineage n' destiny. You're true home." Looking over her shoulder she said, "Ye are nay lost anymore Adam."
Ignia Ferroque: A slight squeeze... "Ah was lost til ah met yae... yae 're mae center... always have and always will... mabbe mae lineage is clearer... but still... there be much more tae find out... and that be the harpers... how could we have been so drawn from different worlds, to once again be together... tis like the gods watched out for us... to have us torn apart... to tread our lives as we did... only to find one another again..." pointing to all this... "There is more than land here... there is destiny..."
Set In Her Way: "N' ye found a way home through me, n' tha' is m'place in the story love. I am destined tae keep the history o' ye, the land, the King." For the first time in ages the bombast in her tone was all but shrunk for the vunerability of a woman. What was hard in the feminine world was that no axe could cut through the confusion, questions, and discovery to be made. "Tis an honor tae be ye wife. Tis an honor tae take m'place as your harper, your High bard. For m'mother to have done tha'.....for her to have been Murieall o' Aberdeen, favored o' the King, tae know tha' our families are branches o' a great same..this soothes meh enough. What e'er we will find o'; Aberdeen is o' little consequence to me now. The truth is tha' I have learned enough. M'place is tae learn more for history a lone, tae record it. There is nay further story for the Harpers from ABerdeendshire. I'm the last."
Ignia Ferroque: His strong arms settled in about her... closer... if possible... his hot breath upon her neck... "Dun make it sound so final... Yae are nay the last... and yae know not wot lies in Abderdeenshire... tis not all blood and death... tis a reason we have many questions of the Chamberlain... and once he is well, then we shall sail tae get the answers we seek... Beathag Aberdeen, daughter of Murieall o'Aberdeen... Mae Mother would nay let her bloodkin and friend stay sae... tis more tae the Brooch, the Harp, and the mysteries yae and Kaori found..." he shakes his head refusing to believe in finality.
Set In Her Way: "Mayhap. M'place is in the future nay in the past Adam, nothin' beyond known tha' we are kith and beloved o' one another. But if it is m'lord's will than let it be m'commandment in the soul. Tae Aberdeen we go." She took his hands into her own. He had the hands of a warrior, a rogue man who was lost but found. A lover. A father. She kissed the hand where the ring as a symbol of the vow they made lay. Lips paid homage to each tip breath fell on in warm, heavy gusts. "The King makes his place where we gae. A place Ah have nay gone in ages. Where m' nephew has tried to leave yet can nay, where m'niece died. Where tae much is buried n' ye wonder if anything stands tae tell time ye were there in the King's famous royal burgh. Tis been a place o' plague n' industry, n' strivin. What e'er puzzle lay there to be solved I wil solve it for tis m'husbands wish n' m'lord's will."
Ignia Ferroque: "Aye mabbe the future be yers... and tae Aberdeen we shall gae... but ye will arrive abora dth grandest ship tha ever sailed... and the most powerful... and as Duchess of the Isles... now equally the Queen of England or the Baroness of Aquitaine..." he kisses her neck, her form nestled safely in his arms... "Aberdeen shall herald her daughter's return... and royalty shall pay homeage to a new age... Skye will grow with yae bae my side..."
Set In Her Way: What of his wife, radiant and raw about her edges? The refinment she exuded was the talk of the Heralds as the afternoon grow nigh in the West to succumb to evening. The people? Why, it was time to go among them on business of a personal matter. A piece of cloth was given over as forfeit of a request, "I want ye tae repair the standard o' the former house, n' I'd like it placed with the others above Herald's Row, see this, 'ere.. Clan MacRauri, n' this..." She was swallowed up by the compulsory strides of the frocked men who kept the symbology of old Europe as a trade. A space in time, a gap in the crowd allowed a sight of her looking up in the center of the herald's building. "The insignia o' the Lord's symbol o' office. The Brooch." He bowed before looking to inquire, "What of the standards o' the women of the household,Your Grace.... The Dove, n' the Swan. The Blooming Tree o' the Lady Edme, ye may lift.... The White Hound, mam?" "No. I'd like tae be recalled for somethin' else." Let the heritage take center over the White Hound. The knotwork, the ancient guardian's symbol seemed hard to her now to emulate.
Ignia Ferroque: Passing the shops, he would gaze into the windows, a reflection of himself looked back... his dark hair a muss, to which had now become a curly landmark... the black robes, trimmed in gold, flowed with every long stride... and fluttered with the short ones... Business complete, the scribes and accountants happy with his decisions, time now allowed him out and about... the Gaelic Renaissance was now in full swing, the shipping lanes alive with ships of various nations large and small.
Set In Her Way: A fine time, a blossoming time. Everything seemed to be flourishing accept the promise of the house's endurance. The pressures of a woman had never been hers to hold until the moment the coronet slid on her brow. Be it days, weeks, or months agone the feel of a noble woman's weight bore down on a scared back. With the business of the estate concluded, she turned to join the people of the city in the pace of life. Of the guard? Eyes were on her yet at a distance as she called for respect of space, of thought. Thus at least in illlusion it seemed that the woman clad in the white she was famed for was alone.
Ignia Ferroque: The Duke, be he known as handsome, gentle, and mindful of the people or loathed as a beast, one who would enter the kingdom and take the crown for himself, obliterating centuries of clan rule... he would walk alone... a glance here... there... then a pause...something was not right... it was different... the flags were being rearranged... crossing his arms, he leaned against a post and watched.
Set In Her Way: The Griffin was followed by the standards of: Robert the Bruce, the subsequent clans of Scotland were below it..but beside it? The House of Adam's mother, of him, of the true Lordship: MacRauri was beside Aberdeen, followed by the standards of the houses lords and ladies who had personal marks. Beyond the corner were the flags of allies, but it was the course of history that mattered.
Ignia Ferroque: Could it be true? Did he see the MacRauri standard... it had not been flown over anything for 30 plus years, not since Lord Alan and his eldest daughter Amira were murdered in the cathedral... since the power of the English Lord... thru the Chamberlain had it torn down.
Set In Her Way: He saw it caught in the breeze of twilight; catching colors in the flow of a new risen moon, a dying sun. Fire seemed to glow in aura around it like it did in days of yore when the generations of men were Lords, little lower than actual king. To evoke a time before blood shed on an alter one had to remember what that time was. Soon a ship would bare them hence to but one part of that memory. Would it not behove the people then to recall?
Ignia Ferroque: Adam longed to know more... the poor Chamberlain had taken ill... and with that fact Adam would pressure him no more, until he recovered... should fate bear the old man death, much information would be lost... Adam now had beautiful lasses about the old man, who was the perve, keeping the small man strong....to reality, Adam just smiled at the banner above him, proud to be related to a MacRauri.
Set In Her Way: She was proud to be wed to a MacRauri, to fufill some piece of a destiny that should have been hers in the first place. Yet, part of the puzzle would always be missing for her no matter if they sailed to Aberdeen, to Norway, to the reaches beyond all living because this was his tale. Her mother's part in it ended long ago. What, then, does one do? Caldonhan's hooves clopped on the stone as she would ride beneath the banners. A figment. An illusion of a woman bound for the walls at the end of th erow, and for the mountains if she got that far.
Ignia Ferroque: A familiar rhytym of hooves, he rose from the lean to what approached behind... Stepping in the path from the walkway... "And where dae yae think yaer be gaein so late woman..." snapping wind-blown hair from his face.
Set In Her Way: The path was blocked by her lord, husband. Caldonhan tossed his head, lifting his hooves until his mistress soothed is ire with Scott's Gaul to tell him all was well. For Adam, English came in familiar brogue " We be gaein' to the wall tae survery the city, m'laird."
Ignia Ferroque: Adam stood his ground when the horse reared... he feared death not... and his fervor for life sat upon the horse before him. "Aye? Ah have dum wit work taeday... now ah be seein' de sights..." pointing up. "Ah see yae been busy ahain luv..."
Set In Her Way: "Stop tha' ye brute, be still...still." She caressed the mane of gray, twining through thick coat across her palms. Looking down to his Lordship brazen before the horse laughter ensued in soft bouts. "Ye day has been productive m'laird. Aye, I have been busy." She looked up, "Tis the heritage o ' the island and thus belongs where heritage belongs."
Ignia Ferroque: Bowing before his Lady... and his wife... words not be spoken, seagreen eyes full of love simply seek out hers... providing a seductful wink.
Set In Her Way: "The view awaits, will ye come with meh m'lord, n view your terrain?" She made room for him in her saddle should he wish to come behind her for she always rode full a'stride.
Ignia Ferroque: Her once calloused hand was smoother than beofre, as he grasp her wrist, she swung and pul;led as his long leg bent and extend, while the other swung up and over... snuggling in behind her, his arms wrap about her waist... not for fear of falling, but to pull himself more into her space ad feel her against him. "Lead on fair Lady... the Duke is at yer bidding..."
Set In Her Way: In Arianna Hymerodraeth, she gave her hands to the Artisan's women who soothed her with talk of country wifery. Amidst the clucking tongues smoothing over the lull of the wind her hands callus' began to fall away. Dead skin was reinvigorated. Scars could not be taken away, but what a handmaiden could not do their humble effort could. So these hands now touched a husband. She grinned soft, near blushing to feel his front against her backside, bereft of petticoats or plentiful skirts to seperate the feel of skin to skin. Under the MacAuri banner the old generation come of age climbed up the citty streets. Turns, twists, steps were surpassed by long strides until they passed under the threshold of the Southern Wall's gate.
Ignia Ferroque: Bold hands finds his wife's skin, course hands lightly touch bare skin... "Yae 'r a seductess Bess Aberdeen..." as he pinches skin lightly. "Naew where we bae gaein'?"
Set In Her Way: Caldonhan shifted between their thighs.His muscles were thick, strong propelling them to a round about where the city slid down the stone roads to be all around them. All alone they were. Leaning against her husband, she said, "Here, tis were I was headed, m'watchin' place, m'watch tower if ye will."
Ignia Ferroque: His eyes were in her hair, his nose taking in her scent, his mind all on her... intoxicating... Jolted back to reality with her words, he takes a look around... "Sae this where yae be hidin'... breathtaking it tis..." leaning intoi her hair again, whispering... "Just like yae 're..."
Set In Her Way: He smelled the river-water of the Valley of Stars, the mixed flowes of the castle garden. He smelled a woman peeling away the layers of hard, callus year to be vunerable towards the falling cusps on the edge of summer. "Aye, tis where I gae sometimes I've come through the garden passages or perhaps the ones in the hills...n' soometimes I ride through the city....nay..tis more intoxicatin' than me. Tis your lineage n' destiny. You're true home." Looking over her shoulder she said, "Ye are nay lost anymore Adam."
Ignia Ferroque: A slight squeeze... "Ah was lost til ah met yae... yae 're mae center... always have and always will... mabbe mae lineage is clearer... but still... there be much more tae find out... and that be the harpers... how could we have been so drawn from different worlds, to once again be together... tis like the gods watched out for us... to have us torn apart... to tread our lives as we did... only to find one another again..." pointing to all this... "There is more than land here... there is destiny..."
Set In Her Way: "N' ye found a way home through me, n' tha' is m'place in the story love. I am destined tae keep the history o' ye, the land, the King." For the first time in ages the bombast in her tone was all but shrunk for the vunerability of a woman. What was hard in the feminine world was that no axe could cut through the confusion, questions, and discovery to be made. "Tis an honor tae be ye wife. Tis an honor tae take m'place as your harper, your High bard. For m'mother to have done tha'.....for her to have been Murieall o' Aberdeen, favored o' the King, tae know tha' our families are branches o' a great same..this soothes meh enough. What e'er we will find o'; Aberdeen is o' little consequence to me now. The truth is tha' I have learned enough. M'place is tae learn more for history a lone, tae record it. There is nay further story for the Harpers from ABerdeendshire. I'm the last."
Ignia Ferroque: His strong arms settled in about her... closer... if possible... his hot breath upon her neck... "Dun make it sound so final... Yae are nay the last... and yae know not wot lies in Abderdeenshire... tis not all blood and death... tis a reason we have many questions of the Chamberlain... and once he is well, then we shall sail tae get the answers we seek... Beathag Aberdeen, daughter of Murieall o'Aberdeen... Mae Mother would nay let her bloodkin and friend stay sae... tis more tae the Brooch, the Harp, and the mysteries yae and Kaori found..." he shakes his head refusing to believe in finality.
Set In Her Way: "Mayhap. M'place is in the future nay in the past Adam, nothin' beyond known tha' we are kith and beloved o' one another. But if it is m'lord's will than let it be m'commandment in the soul. Tae Aberdeen we go." She took his hands into her own. He had the hands of a warrior, a rogue man who was lost but found. A lover. A father. She kissed the hand where the ring as a symbol of the vow they made lay. Lips paid homage to each tip breath fell on in warm, heavy gusts. "The King makes his place where we gae. A place Ah have nay gone in ages. Where m' nephew has tried to leave yet can nay, where m'niece died. Where tae much is buried n' ye wonder if anything stands tae tell time ye were there in the King's famous royal burgh. Tis been a place o' plague n' industry, n' strivin. What e'er puzzle lay there to be solved I wil solve it for tis m'husbands wish n' m'lord's will."
Ignia Ferroque: "Aye mabbe the future be yers... and tae Aberdeen we shall gae... but ye will arrive abora dth grandest ship tha ever sailed... and the most powerful... and as Duchess of the Isles... now equally the Queen of England or the Baroness of Aquitaine..." he kisses her neck, her form nestled safely in his arms... "Aberdeen shall herald her daughter's return... and royalty shall pay homeage to a new age... Skye will grow with yae bae my side..."
