Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on Sept 5, 2008 15:20:59 GMT -6
Log Entry: Arts and Entertainment - Bannockburn Tavern [Members - 3] 8/27/2008 08:32 PM
Set In Her Way: "Come one, come all n' take a turn on the whiskey wagon. Pay ye till n' be kind tae the tenders" Charlie's banter made her chortle hard as she decided to indulge for whiskey in a glass while there was enough Griffin coins to fill the jar. All matter of people laughed, enjoyed. All matter of people found happiness and for once she was one of them.
Ignia Ferroque: Dropping the Griffin coins into the jar seemed the right thing to do... not allowing them to think the Duke was too good to pay... Winking at Charlie, he took the glass in hand and looked to his beautiful wife... "Tae yae m'luv.... faer puttin' up wit mae and mae ways..."
Set In Her Way: "Ye should keep gaein to Mass then for God is listenin n' mah Gods must've written a tract tae keep me at your side." The good wife leaned over to kiss the husband over the cheek. The good wife sat on his knee as a rare night of happiness was their’s to possess, "Wot e'er God listens tha' God has my heart." Could they pretend they were but patrons, perhaps!
Ignia Ferroque: Looking at her sort of odd at her words... he shakes his head... "Nae sense gaein tae Mass... the Good Lord knows Ah won't ask for anything, lest Ah have tried all Ah kin dae first... He shant provide for those who won't try... besides, Ah think we desrve each other... we are balanced this way..." he chuckles then drinks his shot... "och... 'r maybe unbalanced..." then he laughs... taking her by the neck and pulling her to him... kissing her passionately right before God and countrymen...
Set In Her Way: "Och now ye should gae tae Mass, might burst intae flames iffn the priests are right with the hellfire n' all tha' shyte, " Blasphemy never looked so fetching as the golden haired curled over a saucy tilt of face was presented to him. "I love ye lad n' tha' be.." He stole her breath, a hand touching at his chest as the room wooped n' hollered. Aberdeen was nigh for the Aberdeens to travel to, and these days were golden to send them off in style.
Frackin Jarhead: The door burst wide open, and slammed against the wall as it had years prior. Always repaired, and eventually laughed at, the door had kept from splintering this time. Apollo was within the frame of what the door had been guarding, and he stepped within the tavern, shutting the door back behind him. A deep breath, exhausted exhale which kept him satisfied... a Tavern. It was go time. He moved to a table and fond his seat, adjusting the long waves of brown to his shoulders.
Ignia Ferroque: "Tae Aberdeenshire we gae... the Duchess bae sea-ready and sails prepped to capture the wind... and my Duchess shall enter her home of her youth... to cature what lies in years past... to harden our future as we sail Skye to a new youth..." He would mix tones, and boisterous volumes to heighten the spirit of the tavern etched in so much history... His sea-green eyes sparkled when he looked at her... then the door flew open and a huge man entered and Adam smiled...waving him over... "King Apollo... come join us..."
Set In Her Way: "Tae Aberdeenshire...." she whispered with a tilt of the whiskey to slip down her throat, "Tae Aberdeenshire.." Mixed future hit the past history to tell a store of foreboding in her eyes. What had happened? What was going to be the price of opening Pandora's box? A flung open door showcased the King who was more the old man who seemed more of what was than what is. He was now the bar patron, Adam was the man she lived with upstairs, and at times she would slide behind it once more to serve them. If only.
Frackin Jarhead: Apollo moved over to where they were and plopped down. ``Not King anymore, your graces. Just General.. and like ol' times.`` His smile was as damned as it had been several years ago. And the first round was well on its way. ``Elder Council decided it was time I stepped down, and they run things. Fine with me, I never wanted to be a King.`` He said, modestly. ``How are you all?``
Set In Her Way: "General, wot in the 'ell.." Council's were fickle bodies around a table who knew about as much of government as cows in trees knew to be birds. Furrowing her brow the story came out as she passed Apollo a whiskey paid for on the Griffin's coin. "Sae...how's Eirian take tae it all....ye ne'er wanted tae be King n' she's spent a lone while avoidin' the royal half o' herself." On how they were… a tilt of head, another drink and a grin.
Ignia Ferroque: "Nay yer Highness... ye shall always be King of Avaria tae mae... twas how Ah met yae and how yae shall alwasy bae wit mae..." he looks to Bess, then back to Apollo... "An' if'en yae ever need a place tae stay...Skye shall be at yer disposal..." then he downs a drink himself... Then leaning close to Apollo so only they two would hear... "An' Ah must say... tellin mae tae train Outriders was the best idea... ne'r did Ah see such fierce fighters... though nae chivalric, but effective..." then he leaned back... "Tae Skye... may she reign strong..."
Frackin Jarhead: ``Eirian has handled it better than I thought she would, but with what we have at our disposal, Hope will have a promising future, and I won't have to fight again.. but I was hoping that there was something I could lend my sword to, perhaps something my Talons could do.`` He said, easing back just as the Duke started talking. ``And really, it's ok.. King draws a lot of attention. `` He said chuckling. He nodded to the Duke as he regarded the advice he'd given Mr. Aberdeen about outriders. ``.. wars are no longer won in honor, and deeds are often anything less of speakable; but men like those are necessary to keep the balance in things. There will always be monsters, just some are more revered as heroes..`` There was no grin. Apollo's Talons were the most dark of any sort of outrider, participating in illegal activities, murdering, extortion, and espionage. Apollo was only the poster boy of what monsters he had trained.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam nodded to the large man... Adam was no scrawny man, but this Avarian made his seem small... "Truer words were ne'r spoke M'Lord... Tis ashame tis true... for chivalry could last forever if all would abide by the rules... but as yu say... times are changing... and should we ever see peace as a whole nation, they praise be... til then, Ah shall do wot Ah must..." then he smiles... "Tae the best o'times M'Lord... and congratulations on the new birth..." then drinking yet another drink.
Set In Her Way: Beathag considered the talk of war with a grain of salt, "People be wot people are. Monsters n' demons, angels or saints, someone must fill some sort o' place in the world." She slipped her arm into her husband's, looking to the man who became Eirian's with an eye for irony, "Now this is quite a fit. Ye Eirian's husband -- seems to suit her," the woman who'd originally been disagreeable with it found the goodness. "Ye know, when Ah've seen her she's something she has nay been in a long while, 'erself completely n' happy." The battles and wars were the epitome of Gaelic life since the dawning of the age. "There's a'plenty for ye tae dae here, for ye both. Twill set m'mind at ease a we bit. Adam n' I are gaein' tae Aberdeenshire on the mainland for awhile. Twill behgood to have a few sharp eyes in certain places tae make sure all dun gae to hell."
Frackin Jarhead: ``Well, we're open to any assignments or tasks that needs doing.. just send me the contract, and I'll give it to my people, and we'll see it through. `` It was kind of shady, but it was his business now. He eased back in his chair, accepting his first drink and tipping it back.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam could not help but chuckle at her words about going to hell... "Ah'll second that charge M'Lord... Ah nay bae askin tae run things, jest make sure my dear brother in law dun attack every foreigner that looks at Skye odd... Eamonn is a goot man but he daes 'ave a fightin' way 'bout him..." he chuckles. Looking at Bess then to Apollo... "Makes mae wonder if gaein' tae Aberdeenshire t'will bae worth it faer Bess... and her seein' the wee one..." he shrugs... "but at least it won't hurt tae practice..." he teased his beautiful wife.
Set In Her Way: "Ye see Talion his Lordship holds hope," as the Griffin pair were not drunk, but let it be known that the island's brews had a habit of making one a might cozy in conversation, "tha' m'womb is nay barren. Nay matter how many times ye till the field some things just done grow.but now iffn Adam proves meh wrong, I owe him a drink, double. Since I will nay be able to." Sore subjects became humor, while humor begat a way of life. Brash indifference to social moors as she tucked a hair behind her ears was observed better than tradition itself. "But now m'brother is a good man n' a right one, but ye can nay blame him for a few o' his thoughts. E'en the local folk look at Skye odd, tis a wonder we landed on an isle tae begin with n' nay a'many diferent pieces. Och. We're goin' tae Aberdeenshire a'cause there beh things to be known." Here was where the confession at last came, her voice darkened a slight as the woman within did battle with hurt and loss, "Beyond a riddle or tae, there's nay much left fer meh there no.The last o' the family."
Shaden Aramoire: The door of the tavern creaked open as a figure emergered from the darkness outside into the candleit abode that house the cozied by way of drink trio.. a delicate had lifted pushing back the hood of a summer cloak revealing a mass of tumbled copper curls upswept in a sulty confection that brought to mind .. at least in most mens minds and some women depending on their outlook in life.. thoughs of sweet murmers in the dark, lingering kisses, sweat dampened sheets and words only lovers uttered unto themselves.. glacial green hues swept the room as the fabric of the cloak was folded gently over one arm and she advanced toward the bar proper.. there were none here she knew by name or face.. and while that may have cowed a less socially adept woman, it seemed not to phase the gracefully glide of her movements across the room, accompanied by the swish of silken skirts.. the whisper of lacy petticoats, and the slight click of heels across a wooden floor. To the bar and she would slide upon a barstool, fastidiously folding and arranging her cloak while in honeyed tones she order a local wine.. now it was her turn to watch... it was after all and important part of what was to be done here.
CldHavenECorinth: He'd finally awakened after almost two days straight of unconsciousness, and was starving and parched dry. He had cleaned his kilt and soft cotton tunic, though the stains would never come out, at least the fabric was kind of clean. He was also showered which was nice, he didn't have to hold his breath so he didn't smell himself. His hair was clean too, the platinum of the silken crown no longer tainted by blood and dirt. His stomach rumbled and he frowned as- he glanced about for a server of some kind, and his calloused hands knotted idly as he waited.
Ixmicrocutsxi: Slender digits grasped the entrance door to the Tavern, walking in quietly. Almost too quietly. Crystal blue hues would survey the tavern, following along the perimeter until she reached the bar, running a hand through long locks. She was in need of a place to stay fort he night. Maybe something to eat or drink. Either way, she was happy in that moment to be relaxed. She, too, looked for someone who could suit her needs.
Set In Her Way: "General," The Duchess leaned over to the deposed Avarian King. Pretenses melted away in walls numbering four. The number of places to which life did not bare down seemed to wittle away by the hour, "If ye take contract for such business as ye do...sae then is it true wot n' Eiri told me 'pon the visit? Ye found mm..her name." She rat-a-tat finger danced on the bar with the right digits sprawling across on a path to find the answer, grapple it out of the woodwork, " Tha' Ainglish..Irish...lass then?'
Ignia Ferroque: She proclaimed one thing, the physicians proclaimed yet another... He had hope... yet he didn't pray... he ordered physicians to find a way to make barren women fertile, but so far failure was prominent... Yes, humor begat life... and life required humor, if only to hide the pain... and even hope was making him drag his wife back to Aberdeenshire... he had found his past in the most unlikely place... a place that held his future... and this place of his past also had links to Aberdeenshire... He said nothing, he simply listened to Bess and looked around the crowd who so intently listened to their Lady... the Lady of the Isles...
Set In Her Way: The Lady who could bleed in a war but produce no mixed life's blood in the form of an heir. A woman who could laugh at the mountain's might and challenge it, ride an ocean, and assail walls with the strength of her character and wry wit but was made less of a woman for it all. She'd wait for him to answer, Apollo, but her mind was thrumming with other things. Distractions were good to quell that as she leaned against Adam. What would a spy take back, politics, hurt? Intrigue a plenty if the price was right.
Shaden Aramoire: Of course she wouln't make it obviouse she was listenting.. that would nullifiy the ..actual use of the craft now would't it to be an obvious spy..? indeed she mearly enjoyed her wine.. while she let the ample attributes display themselves in artful yet.. almost demure way.. it was almost..a shy senusality that the Courtesan displayed..sometimes often mistaken for gentry or even nobility.. there was enought to recomend her in look and manner to anyman who wished company for the evening provided of course.. their pockets were deep and lined with gold.. coin.. or a sparkely jewel.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam cradled her with his arm... and passed her a drink... "Fer wot ails yae, lass..."
Set In Her Way: "Tis bad manners tae make ye wife unseemly in public," she'd retort with a well-meaning smile.
- NPC Tenders: Charlie Mcsween, owner, his daughter, Molly McSween, and other various tendresses and the house lad, the fix-it, Nelvin -
Ignia Ferroque: Adam laughs... "Bessie eve... yae kin handle more alcohol than most men Ah knaew..." then he makes a funny sound... "Phfft... unseemly..."
Set In Her Way: "Ye should've seen once awhile agae back 'pon the Isle o' Orkneys n' the Shetlands..under the table the lot o' em n' I was still a'workin the bar," she chuckled. "Save Apollo, well he'd either be the last man standin' or he'd just gae outside n' tople o'er..."
Ignia Ferroque: Adam could not help but laugh... he was by no means a light-weigh drinker... but he would be passed out before Bess even began to stagger.
Frackin Jarhead: ``Yeah, I found 'er.. or.. well, she found me. Everything is under control.`` Apollo was on his sixth by now, and he felt like he was about to belch, but leaned forward and let a sound out which rivaled fabric being ripped vertically. His brow rose until he was finished. Then leaned back, and took his seventh.
Set In Her Way: "Tis the truth! Him, his men, the navy, all o'em ye know I'd give a good meal tae the next day. Poor men. Brewd some o' our own stock. Kept Eirian entertained for days. Och a'goshin! Apollo!" Her hand went ou tand smacked his arm.
Shaden Aramoire: It was probably a wise move of the drinking man to loose his gas in an oral way.. rather than the alternative.. as such congestion in the lower quadrant would have surely been most.. uncomfortable.. and if expelled from it's only outlet likely to boost him into orbit.. these were the thoughts of the copper haired temptress as she sipped her wine, though you did have to admire his stamina in expelling said noxious fumes.. a copper brow rose in amusement as she chuckled lightly and shook her head with an added bit of gaiety to her night.. hoping the woman across from him would box his ears.. or some such.. if nothing more than for amusements sake.
Set In Her Way: "Tha' was wicked frightful n' afore the poor lady just yonder," Silk clad sweeting with the wine as she did not include herself persay, her femininity was frayed on the edges, "Poor Molly, how's the lass goin' tae freshin the air with all tha'. Och. " That was when she began to laugh, full bellied as she kissed her husband "See ye how terrible this man is? Imagine nights o' the likes o' him, n' e'en ye in your unmarried days...years o' it tae."
Ignia Ferroque: All Adam could do was smile and turn toward the bar, seeing Molley blush.
Frackin Jarhead: Apollo chuckled. ``Better out than in?`` He finished the seventh about when the bread and broth .. ``Sorry bout that I guess..``
Set In Her Way: "You guess? Och!" And for the sake of old times she leaned over and thumped him upside the head, "Ye dun do tha' before women! Good Gods n' demons, ye are married tae such a gentle woman! Yer fortunate she's used tae military folk unless Eirian drags ye tae church tae reform ye." Was that a little snort? She couldn't help but imagine him on his knees saying a hail mary. Now that'd be the day!
Frackin Jarhead: ``Jesus, joseph doggy stylin' Mary.. why would she take me to church?!`` He snorted back, and let his head hang in shame from the pop. He laughed.
Shaden Aramoire: Now laughter escaped full ripe lips in an acension of notes that were similar in tone to windchimes… to see such a beast of a man Thwaped.. Soundly for belching was just the thing she needed to lift her spirits.. to many long days with Yannos tending wounded and comforting the dieing had taken the toll on her usually merry ways.. then the explicitive from the man on church going had her almost falling off the stool.. a image of the virgin mary doggy style in a manger fimly imprinted on her psyche.. she lifted her eyes heavenward for a moment as if to beg forgivness... what was this.. a religous whore?
Set In Her Way: "Och..now.....man...I'ma heathen as high as church puts n' now I'd ne'er say tha'..tha' sjust sae wrong." She scolded him, another smack. "Ne'er say tha' afore Eirian ye know she takes her churchin' a might tae heart. Vera free n' kind girl tae all but still. Ye know howshe feels 'bout the rosary." Whisper, looking to Adam as well. What would the Duke's mother have thought? Suddenly she felt as if some part of her ancestral tree were on fire. Poor them. "Mary. Och. Ye know thank goodness me mother n' father, n' aunts n' the like were the old ways. Baptized us tae have a church annual but tha' was it. Ye know wot communion is fer meh? Shortbread n' ale. On Sunday, a whiskey is good for a feast day tae. Amen, awoman n' all tha'. Ye know wot I ne'er quite understood." She leaned back. " All tha' fuss o'er an apple. N'; they say it's different than heathen pssssssht. Ye know the Norse had apples n' gold ones, and in Scotland well a salmon beh a right smart fish!"
Shaden Aramoire: She looked over to the woman who spoke of apples and fish "I think it's more the idea of something forbidden.. you always want.. what your told you cannot have... no matter what.. that thing is.. be it apple , fish.. freedom.. love... it's the thing you will never attain that will be your damnation.. for once you attain it.. all is lost.. and nothing shines as brightly as it once did.. tarnished.. forever.. " her words drifted off as if they held some deep maning for herself the glass lifted once again to full lips as the belly of the glass was emptied of it's contents in one last flourish.
Frackin Jarhead: Apollo glanced ack to the lass talking, and started cracking up. ``Kinda reminds me of my ol' trips to the Brothel back on Hoy. ... Tarnished.. Haha!`` He leaned back in his chair again.
Set In Her Way: "Now there in lay the pity m'lady!" She spoke the discourse of religion - apples - fish, with a whore, and she did not know that she spoke with a woman for whom all that was her sex was frayed at the edge, "Why should it nay shine as brightly when it is held, n' damned for wantin'? One should nay hold there life up tae some standard by a distant God! Is tha' naay wot it says in tha' book, saes I read some o' it..tha'it is all around you? Aye tha's the pity if someone told me wot can nay be had. Tae taste an apple, tae feel love..tae be human tha's the greater fault. Twill always be a light n' a dark..the terror is livin' like it will all gae out in the end." She grinned, "E'en ye n' tha' brothel. dun have a problem with a whore sae long as they dun try tae take m'husband They can dae wot e'er it is they dae..there's more tae life but there be tae much gaein on tae fuss o'er who gets fooked n' where." Religion and sex were important! Breathing inward she huffed it out of her nose a bit. 'Ye know..I admire people who live n' any faith, but how can respectin' one's ancestry beh wrong?"
Shaden Aramoire: She laughed at the simple way that most though of courtesans.. yes there were whores and guttersnipes that gave little thought past a coin in their bosom for the nights ale and a place to lay their head for the night.. then there were those who like out fire haired one.. sought out not only the taste of the flesh.. but connections and political power, swayed such balances for her favor and those whom she held in high esteem.. not to mention her wiles and wares had made her something of an enigma.. a free woman.. with her own personal wealth.. not many a lady in the land could attest to such as most were bound to hearth and home, with children chaining them to married "bliss" beneath the finger of a man.. these in her opinion were the saddest of the whores for they held no freedom or will of their own and had traded it for.. security and the safety of marriage.. but that was neither here nor there in the discussion of apples and fish.. " Respecting ones ancestry is much favored .. for the past will surely show us the ways in which to succeed.. for all those that have come before you... many have faced the same issues.. though at differnt times.. I see nothing wrong with it at all.. nor with a person beliving in a higher power than man either.. I suppose you could say.. I'm ammenable.. to most ways of thinking.."
Tattered Magic: This sounds like a great conversation to come in on. Yep. A great one. She stepped in and remained quiet for now, heading for a chair or the like.
Set In Her Way: "There's nay a might wrong with tha' either, worlds tae large tae have only one thought, dun care wot tha' man in the funny hat says. " By funny hat she'd mean the Pope. Lot of folderol that caused - she'd seen an instance or three of that unfold with no means pretty. There was something delictable about the woman before her. Silk clad and individualist. "Beathag Aberdeen, someone sae fit tae make m'husband n' I rulers. Gods help them." She offered to the courtesan's manicured fingers a clean one of her own, slender. An artistan's hands but with scars, old callus marks softened. A grip to firm to be common even for a farm worker. A grip that told a story. Golden hair, the height of Scandavians, green eyes and pale skin would have given her the esteem of being beautiful. So it did. But never the beauty the woman before her could become like a beacon. "A pleasure tae talk o'faith n' fish n' apples with ye."
Shaden Aramoire: The hand was taken in an equally slender yet delicate hand.. perhaps she would have though a weak or almost shy grip to meet hers.. but instead the Courtesans hand was strong and firm.. particularly clean though her nails were shortened due to time in the healing wards helping her dear friend Yannos as he cared for the victims of the recent war. Glacial green hues just the color of sea water met the blond Lady's gaze " Shaden Aramoire.. newly arrived to this land.. by way of Venice.. and I concur with you on the uselessness of the pope.. and his Doge` Fraces.. was a reason I left Venice.. " she did not elaborate merly.. smiled sweetly "Very nice to have a conversation with and Educated Lady" she removed her hand and settled back into her seat at the bar.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam only stood by and let Bess rant and rave, because he knew better than to step in… he just looked at the two women and smiled.
Set In Her Way: "Tis the most useless lot e'er seen in m'life while tradin' pon ships. Doge, n' popes, n' arch bishops. All o' which run about defyin' e'verythin they say.while tellin' other people nay tae dae it, while daein' it all o'er again. Och, nay sae educated dear as just..observant. M'later years have been good tae me. Time tae brush up on m'Ainglish fer the world does nay speak n' read Scotts-Gaelic, right pity tha'. Your voice though, very nice. Did ye pick up the Italian accent fer ye name has a hint o' French tae it" A merchant learned regional differences in name and language no matter if she could barely rub to lyra together to pay for a singleword of Italian. No francs could buy her a french education, and Spanish soared over her head and to the moon. But she could still tell, somehow. The brazen woman with artisan's hands. She could tell. "Mistress Shaden tis m'husband here Adam Aberdeen, o'er yonder is the General Apollo, n' we were toastin among many things the birth o' his lovely daughter."
Ignia Ferroque: Adam bowed to the woman and spoke softly... "Please'd tae make yaer acquintance..."
Shaden Aramoire: "INdeed I was born in France... then educated in Venice " she would not go into the depth and breath of her childhood, few wanted to hear such a sad story.. of a child begotten of a infidelitious relationship.. the bane of her Mother’s husbands existence sold at age 5 to a Prince of Venice for the raising in his Courtesan palace… educated to become the epitome of courtly seduction.. and in time brought before the Doge` and Pope on charges of heresy and witchcraft.. spirited away by a well meaning lover never to return.. or forfeit her life.. seemed Scotland wasn't a bad option.. upside the noose.
Set In Her Way: Adam of course would be persuaded to change his mind about hius pending departure, given his wife didn't let go of her comfortable man so easily, and he was kissed, what else could he do?
Ignia Ferroque: Nabbed before he could depart, Adam laughed... "Then set mae another drink lass... ah not be listening tae yae preach without a stiff whiskey..." then he turned and leaned against the bar.
Set In Her Way: "N' ye call me educated...och Adam I be socializin nay preachin, heathens dun preach." She poured him another as he requested and for a moment the lovelights shown from one to the other. He took her as he was, no qualms no questions. It'd been quite a fantastic course of time for them since meeting in a market what seemed one hundred years ago. "I'ma sorry m'lady, but ye call me educated n' ye seem far more refined than this Highlander e'er will be."
Shaden Aramoire: She laughed soflty as he was nabbed " It's a pleausre Lord Aberdeen " her head dipped in proper respect " Forgive me for intruding on your evening.. but I will regift you with your fair lady for the hour grows.. late and I am to meet Dr Yannos at the healing wards at Dawn" she slipped from her stool and again dipped to them both.. " Good evening to you both.. and blessed be "
Set In Her Way: She could sit in a dress, they didn't bother her a bit. She could even ride, rule, give audience… oh yes she could do a great many things for being a clansmen's wife gave her that instruction, but even then Highlander's were a rough lot .
Ignia Ferroque: Adam leaned against the bar, his elbows on the wood, his hands free.
Set In Her Way: "Tis nay sae bad a night Adam, we dun often get tae dae this anymore, " she whispered, taking his hand after preaching, fish, venice, and silken women speaking with Highlanders. "I've missed this with ye."
Morgen Grey: The only time it seems lately, for the young Master Book Keeper and newly appointed Ambassador, that Morgen would ever venture outside his home past dinner time was in the company of women. Once it had been sitting with Aoife, and most frequently now with Ari. Which, was unusual for him, but both women were of very fine company. He was out with the Baroness now, walking the evening streets of Turas Lans past the shops in the direction of the Bannockburn. He was dressed as he usually was; black breeches and boots, white blouse. It would be the day when one actually sees any color on him. "I would ask you where you have decided to station your ball, but I still have yet to take you on that tour no?" He glanced up sheepishly at her, truely sorry he hadn't been making time for the Baroness. He had just suddenly become so busy with his new station when he really never was. Approaching the door to the tavern now he'd reach out to open it first, allowing her to enter before him of course.
Timeless Trances: ~ "Indeed, I have not yet decided. Truth be told I refuse to embark on such a quest without you. I trust your opinion on things greatly." she would confess, giving his arm a squeeze as her own adorned it. As it were, she had only just arrived in Turas Lan again since he'd gotten busy, having been putting her time to good uses she could not wait to inform him of. Making it a point to seek him out immediately, if only to do justice to the fact that he was of course her best friend. And so in she went waiting inside for him to progress in further. "And never to worry, you are a very important man to more than just me. I shall not forget it ever. And hope to at least make you proud with tale of how I have busied myself while I await our wonderful tour of the city." she would confess, having spent most of their time on their way there to discuss things that had been happening with him. His health and well being, things of that nature. And would await to be seated and served before confiding in him all she could not wait to. ~
Morgen Grey: A brow struck upwards in the highest interest as he followed behind her once she was through the door. "Well, what such tale is this?" He had never gotten along so well and so quickly with someone before, and she was one of his very few friends, and certainly his best friend. A quick sweep of dark blue eyes around the tavern room and he did infact see the Duke and Duchess there. In passing with Ari in destination to a table, he would stop and give a polite greeting. "Good Evening, your Graces." He had remembered the Duchess saying she was not one big, or at all, with formalities so he was not quite so surprised to see her here...just made him realize she had not just been saying so. But Morgen liked them and abided them, much like the Germans. He would also threw in a curt bow. Realizing also that, although Ambassador, that did not really qualify him as nobility either. So there was still a substancial ranking difference. He'd wait for Ari to greet them, if she so wanted to, or speak. If not, well, he steered them right along to a table.
Ignia Ferroque: "Luv, Ah knaew yae dun wan mae tae go... but someone has tae run things..."
Set In Her Way: "Come now, tis nay like we both dun.." She noticed he sounded a might too tart and never one to get that far into his cups and be revealing, she kissed his brow to wonder if he was well. Perhaps in some small ways the trip on the sea would at least soothe them a little of the burden on their backs. "Ye dae well by your place Adam." No, Beathag was not over much on formals. Respect, yes, the formality when it did not need to be, no. "Goo' evenin, Master Grey." Their Graces held hands in public, talked with the people,
Knights of Skye: Jonas stepped into the tavern, he looked tired and weary, and well he should. He trained nearly as hard as his students. If a teacher was not willing to do the same as their student then he was not worth his salt. So quite often Jonas wound up just as beat up as his students. His clothes were a little dusty, his tunic askew and pulled from his pants to hang loose for comfort. Of course he was not expecting to run into the Duke and Duchess when entering the tavern other wise he would have made sure he was a little more presentable. As it was his grey eyes widened at the sight of the pair as he entered the room. He gave them a bow of his head, a bit of a sheepish smile, and then moved to the bar to retrieve a good whiskey before turning to face the room.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam smiled at Bess, then looked to the man... "Goot eve Master Gray... Bess tells me things are going quite well for ye..."
Set In Her Way: "Ye've been busy, Sir Jonas," As Adam took to one person she took to another, smiling at Master Grey and his company before looking over toward the weary-worn trainer of Knights. "Should ye nay beh takin' it easy herebout? Heard tha' the Robertson men made quite a showin' in the valley n' ye were one of them."
Ignia Ferroque: Adam glanced at Jonas and nodded his head in respect for the warrior knight.
Knights of Skye: He flashed her a grin. Already his injured arm was out of its sling though still tender, but not enough to make him lacking with his students. "Aye, training does nae stop jus' cause the Trainer has a minor wound. Its goo' for them tae see tha' one can go on in certain degrees of pain." He shrugged broad shoulders and downed some whiskey. He was proud of the Robertson Warriors. They had lost only two though several had been injured none severely so. He was proud of that, especially since he had trained most of them himself.
Timeless Trances: ~ "Not so hasty, my friend!" she would chuckle. "I pray you'll sit and drink o'er it all, for I return to you with much gossip and confessions." came the warning with a wish to wait until they were seated and comfortable. She found a big brother air about him that kept her close to him whenever he was around. Her want to tell him her inmost thoughts that she dare tell no one...her secret affairs...all such juicy gossip, even her people would pay to learn of such. Let alone those she was finally coming into relations with. But before she could say more, finely trimmed brows would rise at the opportunity to finally add the Duke and Duchess to that growing list! At the sound of 'your graces' her attention was averted and hopeful tropical blues would stare unblinking with a smile of surprise. "Highnesses, an honor it finally is to behold you." she would utter only after they had spoken with Morgen. She would offer them still in respect a humble dip of her knees as she stand in a fine dress of black, white, and gold trim to compliment her friends attire, however on the off-chance. Her hair free from its binds and raining down about her in fluffy waves and curls at the tips. "Please allow me to introduce myself finally, if it is no disturbance. I am the Baroness Aracellis Rhiannon of Dun Mhor. My father was of court before his entitlements passed to me. I am most grateful to have returned home to serve you both best I can, under the circumstances." ~
Ignia Ferroque: "Please'd tae make yaer acquitance Baroness... Ah pray yae find Turas Lan tae yaer makin'? Naew if'en yae all shall excuse mae, I must bae heading back to the Castle..." then Adam kisses his wife's cheek and walks from the tavern.
Gaelic Spark: Meanwhile, he had followed the auburn haired lass from her home... to where she met up with the unknown male and to the tavern... in the shadows, this mysterious man watched the Baroness... slate grey eyes darkned as he tried to understand her motivation and actions.
Set In Her Way: "Come one, come all n' take a turn on the whiskey wagon. Pay ye till n' be kind tae the tenders" Charlie's banter made her chortle hard as she decided to indulge for whiskey in a glass while there was enough Griffin coins to fill the jar. All matter of people laughed, enjoyed. All matter of people found happiness and for once she was one of them.
Ignia Ferroque: Dropping the Griffin coins into the jar seemed the right thing to do... not allowing them to think the Duke was too good to pay... Winking at Charlie, he took the glass in hand and looked to his beautiful wife... "Tae yae m'luv.... faer puttin' up wit mae and mae ways..."
Set In Her Way: "Ye should keep gaein to Mass then for God is listenin n' mah Gods must've written a tract tae keep me at your side." The good wife leaned over to kiss the husband over the cheek. The good wife sat on his knee as a rare night of happiness was their’s to possess, "Wot e'er God listens tha' God has my heart." Could they pretend they were but patrons, perhaps!
Ignia Ferroque: Looking at her sort of odd at her words... he shakes his head... "Nae sense gaein tae Mass... the Good Lord knows Ah won't ask for anything, lest Ah have tried all Ah kin dae first... He shant provide for those who won't try... besides, Ah think we desrve each other... we are balanced this way..." he chuckles then drinks his shot... "och... 'r maybe unbalanced..." then he laughs... taking her by the neck and pulling her to him... kissing her passionately right before God and countrymen...
Set In Her Way: "Och now ye should gae tae Mass, might burst intae flames iffn the priests are right with the hellfire n' all tha' shyte, " Blasphemy never looked so fetching as the golden haired curled over a saucy tilt of face was presented to him. "I love ye lad n' tha' be.." He stole her breath, a hand touching at his chest as the room wooped n' hollered. Aberdeen was nigh for the Aberdeens to travel to, and these days were golden to send them off in style.
Frackin Jarhead: The door burst wide open, and slammed against the wall as it had years prior. Always repaired, and eventually laughed at, the door had kept from splintering this time. Apollo was within the frame of what the door had been guarding, and he stepped within the tavern, shutting the door back behind him. A deep breath, exhausted exhale which kept him satisfied... a Tavern. It was go time. He moved to a table and fond his seat, adjusting the long waves of brown to his shoulders.
Ignia Ferroque: "Tae Aberdeenshire we gae... the Duchess bae sea-ready and sails prepped to capture the wind... and my Duchess shall enter her home of her youth... to cature what lies in years past... to harden our future as we sail Skye to a new youth..." He would mix tones, and boisterous volumes to heighten the spirit of the tavern etched in so much history... His sea-green eyes sparkled when he looked at her... then the door flew open and a huge man entered and Adam smiled...waving him over... "King Apollo... come join us..."
Set In Her Way: "Tae Aberdeenshire...." she whispered with a tilt of the whiskey to slip down her throat, "Tae Aberdeenshire.." Mixed future hit the past history to tell a store of foreboding in her eyes. What had happened? What was going to be the price of opening Pandora's box? A flung open door showcased the King who was more the old man who seemed more of what was than what is. He was now the bar patron, Adam was the man she lived with upstairs, and at times she would slide behind it once more to serve them. If only.
Frackin Jarhead: Apollo moved over to where they were and plopped down. ``Not King anymore, your graces. Just General.. and like ol' times.`` His smile was as damned as it had been several years ago. And the first round was well on its way. ``Elder Council decided it was time I stepped down, and they run things. Fine with me, I never wanted to be a King.`` He said, modestly. ``How are you all?``
Set In Her Way: "General, wot in the 'ell.." Council's were fickle bodies around a table who knew about as much of government as cows in trees knew to be birds. Furrowing her brow the story came out as she passed Apollo a whiskey paid for on the Griffin's coin. "Sae...how's Eirian take tae it all....ye ne'er wanted tae be King n' she's spent a lone while avoidin' the royal half o' herself." On how they were… a tilt of head, another drink and a grin.
Ignia Ferroque: "Nay yer Highness... ye shall always be King of Avaria tae mae... twas how Ah met yae and how yae shall alwasy bae wit mae..." he looks to Bess, then back to Apollo... "An' if'en yae ever need a place tae stay...Skye shall be at yer disposal..." then he downs a drink himself... Then leaning close to Apollo so only they two would hear... "An' Ah must say... tellin mae tae train Outriders was the best idea... ne'r did Ah see such fierce fighters... though nae chivalric, but effective..." then he leaned back... "Tae Skye... may she reign strong..."
Frackin Jarhead: ``Eirian has handled it better than I thought she would, but with what we have at our disposal, Hope will have a promising future, and I won't have to fight again.. but I was hoping that there was something I could lend my sword to, perhaps something my Talons could do.`` He said, easing back just as the Duke started talking. ``And really, it's ok.. King draws a lot of attention. `` He said chuckling. He nodded to the Duke as he regarded the advice he'd given Mr. Aberdeen about outriders. ``.. wars are no longer won in honor, and deeds are often anything less of speakable; but men like those are necessary to keep the balance in things. There will always be monsters, just some are more revered as heroes..`` There was no grin. Apollo's Talons were the most dark of any sort of outrider, participating in illegal activities, murdering, extortion, and espionage. Apollo was only the poster boy of what monsters he had trained.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam nodded to the large man... Adam was no scrawny man, but this Avarian made his seem small... "Truer words were ne'r spoke M'Lord... Tis ashame tis true... for chivalry could last forever if all would abide by the rules... but as yu say... times are changing... and should we ever see peace as a whole nation, they praise be... til then, Ah shall do wot Ah must..." then he smiles... "Tae the best o'times M'Lord... and congratulations on the new birth..." then drinking yet another drink.
Set In Her Way: Beathag considered the talk of war with a grain of salt, "People be wot people are. Monsters n' demons, angels or saints, someone must fill some sort o' place in the world." She slipped her arm into her husband's, looking to the man who became Eirian's with an eye for irony, "Now this is quite a fit. Ye Eirian's husband -- seems to suit her," the woman who'd originally been disagreeable with it found the goodness. "Ye know, when Ah've seen her she's something she has nay been in a long while, 'erself completely n' happy." The battles and wars were the epitome of Gaelic life since the dawning of the age. "There's a'plenty for ye tae dae here, for ye both. Twill set m'mind at ease a we bit. Adam n' I are gaein' tae Aberdeenshire on the mainland for awhile. Twill behgood to have a few sharp eyes in certain places tae make sure all dun gae to hell."
Frackin Jarhead: ``Well, we're open to any assignments or tasks that needs doing.. just send me the contract, and I'll give it to my people, and we'll see it through. `` It was kind of shady, but it was his business now. He eased back in his chair, accepting his first drink and tipping it back.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam could not help but chuckle at her words about going to hell... "Ah'll second that charge M'Lord... Ah nay bae askin tae run things, jest make sure my dear brother in law dun attack every foreigner that looks at Skye odd... Eamonn is a goot man but he daes 'ave a fightin' way 'bout him..." he chuckles. Looking at Bess then to Apollo... "Makes mae wonder if gaein' tae Aberdeenshire t'will bae worth it faer Bess... and her seein' the wee one..." he shrugs... "but at least it won't hurt tae practice..." he teased his beautiful wife.
Set In Her Way: "Ye see Talion his Lordship holds hope," as the Griffin pair were not drunk, but let it be known that the island's brews had a habit of making one a might cozy in conversation, "tha' m'womb is nay barren. Nay matter how many times ye till the field some things just done grow.but now iffn Adam proves meh wrong, I owe him a drink, double. Since I will nay be able to." Sore subjects became humor, while humor begat a way of life. Brash indifference to social moors as she tucked a hair behind her ears was observed better than tradition itself. "But now m'brother is a good man n' a right one, but ye can nay blame him for a few o' his thoughts. E'en the local folk look at Skye odd, tis a wonder we landed on an isle tae begin with n' nay a'many diferent pieces. Och. We're goin' tae Aberdeenshire a'cause there beh things to be known." Here was where the confession at last came, her voice darkened a slight as the woman within did battle with hurt and loss, "Beyond a riddle or tae, there's nay much left fer meh there no.The last o' the family."
Shaden Aramoire: The door of the tavern creaked open as a figure emergered from the darkness outside into the candleit abode that house the cozied by way of drink trio.. a delicate had lifted pushing back the hood of a summer cloak revealing a mass of tumbled copper curls upswept in a sulty confection that brought to mind .. at least in most mens minds and some women depending on their outlook in life.. thoughs of sweet murmers in the dark, lingering kisses, sweat dampened sheets and words only lovers uttered unto themselves.. glacial green hues swept the room as the fabric of the cloak was folded gently over one arm and she advanced toward the bar proper.. there were none here she knew by name or face.. and while that may have cowed a less socially adept woman, it seemed not to phase the gracefully glide of her movements across the room, accompanied by the swish of silken skirts.. the whisper of lacy petticoats, and the slight click of heels across a wooden floor. To the bar and she would slide upon a barstool, fastidiously folding and arranging her cloak while in honeyed tones she order a local wine.. now it was her turn to watch... it was after all and important part of what was to be done here.
CldHavenECorinth: He'd finally awakened after almost two days straight of unconsciousness, and was starving and parched dry. He had cleaned his kilt and soft cotton tunic, though the stains would never come out, at least the fabric was kind of clean. He was also showered which was nice, he didn't have to hold his breath so he didn't smell himself. His hair was clean too, the platinum of the silken crown no longer tainted by blood and dirt. His stomach rumbled and he frowned as- he glanced about for a server of some kind, and his calloused hands knotted idly as he waited.
Ixmicrocutsxi: Slender digits grasped the entrance door to the Tavern, walking in quietly. Almost too quietly. Crystal blue hues would survey the tavern, following along the perimeter until she reached the bar, running a hand through long locks. She was in need of a place to stay fort he night. Maybe something to eat or drink. Either way, she was happy in that moment to be relaxed. She, too, looked for someone who could suit her needs.
Set In Her Way: "General," The Duchess leaned over to the deposed Avarian King. Pretenses melted away in walls numbering four. The number of places to which life did not bare down seemed to wittle away by the hour, "If ye take contract for such business as ye do...sae then is it true wot n' Eiri told me 'pon the visit? Ye found mm..her name." She rat-a-tat finger danced on the bar with the right digits sprawling across on a path to find the answer, grapple it out of the woodwork, " Tha' Ainglish..Irish...lass then?'
Ignia Ferroque: She proclaimed one thing, the physicians proclaimed yet another... He had hope... yet he didn't pray... he ordered physicians to find a way to make barren women fertile, but so far failure was prominent... Yes, humor begat life... and life required humor, if only to hide the pain... and even hope was making him drag his wife back to Aberdeenshire... he had found his past in the most unlikely place... a place that held his future... and this place of his past also had links to Aberdeenshire... He said nothing, he simply listened to Bess and looked around the crowd who so intently listened to their Lady... the Lady of the Isles...
Set In Her Way: The Lady who could bleed in a war but produce no mixed life's blood in the form of an heir. A woman who could laugh at the mountain's might and challenge it, ride an ocean, and assail walls with the strength of her character and wry wit but was made less of a woman for it all. She'd wait for him to answer, Apollo, but her mind was thrumming with other things. Distractions were good to quell that as she leaned against Adam. What would a spy take back, politics, hurt? Intrigue a plenty if the price was right.
Shaden Aramoire: Of course she wouln't make it obviouse she was listenting.. that would nullifiy the ..actual use of the craft now would't it to be an obvious spy..? indeed she mearly enjoyed her wine.. while she let the ample attributes display themselves in artful yet.. almost demure way.. it was almost..a shy senusality that the Courtesan displayed..sometimes often mistaken for gentry or even nobility.. there was enought to recomend her in look and manner to anyman who wished company for the evening provided of course.. their pockets were deep and lined with gold.. coin.. or a sparkely jewel.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam cradled her with his arm... and passed her a drink... "Fer wot ails yae, lass..."
Set In Her Way: "Tis bad manners tae make ye wife unseemly in public," she'd retort with a well-meaning smile.
- NPC Tenders: Charlie Mcsween, owner, his daughter, Molly McSween, and other various tendresses and the house lad, the fix-it, Nelvin -
Ignia Ferroque: Adam laughs... "Bessie eve... yae kin handle more alcohol than most men Ah knaew..." then he makes a funny sound... "Phfft... unseemly..."
Set In Her Way: "Ye should've seen once awhile agae back 'pon the Isle o' Orkneys n' the Shetlands..under the table the lot o' em n' I was still a'workin the bar," she chuckled. "Save Apollo, well he'd either be the last man standin' or he'd just gae outside n' tople o'er..."
Ignia Ferroque: Adam could not help but laugh... he was by no means a light-weigh drinker... but he would be passed out before Bess even began to stagger.
Frackin Jarhead: ``Yeah, I found 'er.. or.. well, she found me. Everything is under control.`` Apollo was on his sixth by now, and he felt like he was about to belch, but leaned forward and let a sound out which rivaled fabric being ripped vertically. His brow rose until he was finished. Then leaned back, and took his seventh.
Set In Her Way: "Tis the truth! Him, his men, the navy, all o'em ye know I'd give a good meal tae the next day. Poor men. Brewd some o' our own stock. Kept Eirian entertained for days. Och a'goshin! Apollo!" Her hand went ou tand smacked his arm.
Shaden Aramoire: It was probably a wise move of the drinking man to loose his gas in an oral way.. rather than the alternative.. as such congestion in the lower quadrant would have surely been most.. uncomfortable.. and if expelled from it's only outlet likely to boost him into orbit.. these were the thoughts of the copper haired temptress as she sipped her wine, though you did have to admire his stamina in expelling said noxious fumes.. a copper brow rose in amusement as she chuckled lightly and shook her head with an added bit of gaiety to her night.. hoping the woman across from him would box his ears.. or some such.. if nothing more than for amusements sake.
Set In Her Way: "Tha' was wicked frightful n' afore the poor lady just yonder," Silk clad sweeting with the wine as she did not include herself persay, her femininity was frayed on the edges, "Poor Molly, how's the lass goin' tae freshin the air with all tha'. Och. " That was when she began to laugh, full bellied as she kissed her husband "See ye how terrible this man is? Imagine nights o' the likes o' him, n' e'en ye in your unmarried days...years o' it tae."
Ignia Ferroque: All Adam could do was smile and turn toward the bar, seeing Molley blush.
Frackin Jarhead: Apollo chuckled. ``Better out than in?`` He finished the seventh about when the bread and broth .. ``Sorry bout that I guess..``
Set In Her Way: "You guess? Och!" And for the sake of old times she leaned over and thumped him upside the head, "Ye dun do tha' before women! Good Gods n' demons, ye are married tae such a gentle woman! Yer fortunate she's used tae military folk unless Eirian drags ye tae church tae reform ye." Was that a little snort? She couldn't help but imagine him on his knees saying a hail mary. Now that'd be the day!
Frackin Jarhead: ``Jesus, joseph doggy stylin' Mary.. why would she take me to church?!`` He snorted back, and let his head hang in shame from the pop. He laughed.
Shaden Aramoire: Now laughter escaped full ripe lips in an acension of notes that were similar in tone to windchimes… to see such a beast of a man Thwaped.. Soundly for belching was just the thing she needed to lift her spirits.. to many long days with Yannos tending wounded and comforting the dieing had taken the toll on her usually merry ways.. then the explicitive from the man on church going had her almost falling off the stool.. a image of the virgin mary doggy style in a manger fimly imprinted on her psyche.. she lifted her eyes heavenward for a moment as if to beg forgivness... what was this.. a religous whore?
Set In Her Way: "Och..now.....man...I'ma heathen as high as church puts n' now I'd ne'er say tha'..tha' sjust sae wrong." She scolded him, another smack. "Ne'er say tha' afore Eirian ye know she takes her churchin' a might tae heart. Vera free n' kind girl tae all but still. Ye know howshe feels 'bout the rosary." Whisper, looking to Adam as well. What would the Duke's mother have thought? Suddenly she felt as if some part of her ancestral tree were on fire. Poor them. "Mary. Och. Ye know thank goodness me mother n' father, n' aunts n' the like were the old ways. Baptized us tae have a church annual but tha' was it. Ye know wot communion is fer meh? Shortbread n' ale. On Sunday, a whiskey is good for a feast day tae. Amen, awoman n' all tha'. Ye know wot I ne'er quite understood." She leaned back. " All tha' fuss o'er an apple. N'; they say it's different than heathen pssssssht. Ye know the Norse had apples n' gold ones, and in Scotland well a salmon beh a right smart fish!"
Shaden Aramoire: She looked over to the woman who spoke of apples and fish "I think it's more the idea of something forbidden.. you always want.. what your told you cannot have... no matter what.. that thing is.. be it apple , fish.. freedom.. love... it's the thing you will never attain that will be your damnation.. for once you attain it.. all is lost.. and nothing shines as brightly as it once did.. tarnished.. forever.. " her words drifted off as if they held some deep maning for herself the glass lifted once again to full lips as the belly of the glass was emptied of it's contents in one last flourish.
Frackin Jarhead: Apollo glanced ack to the lass talking, and started cracking up. ``Kinda reminds me of my ol' trips to the Brothel back on Hoy. ... Tarnished.. Haha!`` He leaned back in his chair again.
Set In Her Way: "Now there in lay the pity m'lady!" She spoke the discourse of religion - apples - fish, with a whore, and she did not know that she spoke with a woman for whom all that was her sex was frayed at the edge, "Why should it nay shine as brightly when it is held, n' damned for wantin'? One should nay hold there life up tae some standard by a distant God! Is tha' naay wot it says in tha' book, saes I read some o' it..tha'it is all around you? Aye tha's the pity if someone told me wot can nay be had. Tae taste an apple, tae feel love..tae be human tha's the greater fault. Twill always be a light n' a dark..the terror is livin' like it will all gae out in the end." She grinned, "E'en ye n' tha' brothel. dun have a problem with a whore sae long as they dun try tae take m'husband They can dae wot e'er it is they dae..there's more tae life but there be tae much gaein on tae fuss o'er who gets fooked n' where." Religion and sex were important! Breathing inward she huffed it out of her nose a bit. 'Ye know..I admire people who live n' any faith, but how can respectin' one's ancestry beh wrong?"
Shaden Aramoire: She laughed at the simple way that most though of courtesans.. yes there were whores and guttersnipes that gave little thought past a coin in their bosom for the nights ale and a place to lay their head for the night.. then there were those who like out fire haired one.. sought out not only the taste of the flesh.. but connections and political power, swayed such balances for her favor and those whom she held in high esteem.. not to mention her wiles and wares had made her something of an enigma.. a free woman.. with her own personal wealth.. not many a lady in the land could attest to such as most were bound to hearth and home, with children chaining them to married "bliss" beneath the finger of a man.. these in her opinion were the saddest of the whores for they held no freedom or will of their own and had traded it for.. security and the safety of marriage.. but that was neither here nor there in the discussion of apples and fish.. " Respecting ones ancestry is much favored .. for the past will surely show us the ways in which to succeed.. for all those that have come before you... many have faced the same issues.. though at differnt times.. I see nothing wrong with it at all.. nor with a person beliving in a higher power than man either.. I suppose you could say.. I'm ammenable.. to most ways of thinking.."
Tattered Magic: This sounds like a great conversation to come in on. Yep. A great one. She stepped in and remained quiet for now, heading for a chair or the like.
Set In Her Way: "There's nay a might wrong with tha' either, worlds tae large tae have only one thought, dun care wot tha' man in the funny hat says. " By funny hat she'd mean the Pope. Lot of folderol that caused - she'd seen an instance or three of that unfold with no means pretty. There was something delictable about the woman before her. Silk clad and individualist. "Beathag Aberdeen, someone sae fit tae make m'husband n' I rulers. Gods help them." She offered to the courtesan's manicured fingers a clean one of her own, slender. An artistan's hands but with scars, old callus marks softened. A grip to firm to be common even for a farm worker. A grip that told a story. Golden hair, the height of Scandavians, green eyes and pale skin would have given her the esteem of being beautiful. So it did. But never the beauty the woman before her could become like a beacon. "A pleasure tae talk o'faith n' fish n' apples with ye."
Shaden Aramoire: The hand was taken in an equally slender yet delicate hand.. perhaps she would have though a weak or almost shy grip to meet hers.. but instead the Courtesans hand was strong and firm.. particularly clean though her nails were shortened due to time in the healing wards helping her dear friend Yannos as he cared for the victims of the recent war. Glacial green hues just the color of sea water met the blond Lady's gaze " Shaden Aramoire.. newly arrived to this land.. by way of Venice.. and I concur with you on the uselessness of the pope.. and his Doge` Fraces.. was a reason I left Venice.. " she did not elaborate merly.. smiled sweetly "Very nice to have a conversation with and Educated Lady" she removed her hand and settled back into her seat at the bar.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam only stood by and let Bess rant and rave, because he knew better than to step in… he just looked at the two women and smiled.
Set In Her Way: "Tis the most useless lot e'er seen in m'life while tradin' pon ships. Doge, n' popes, n' arch bishops. All o' which run about defyin' e'verythin they say.while tellin' other people nay tae dae it, while daein' it all o'er again. Och, nay sae educated dear as just..observant. M'later years have been good tae me. Time tae brush up on m'Ainglish fer the world does nay speak n' read Scotts-Gaelic, right pity tha'. Your voice though, very nice. Did ye pick up the Italian accent fer ye name has a hint o' French tae it" A merchant learned regional differences in name and language no matter if she could barely rub to lyra together to pay for a singleword of Italian. No francs could buy her a french education, and Spanish soared over her head and to the moon. But she could still tell, somehow. The brazen woman with artisan's hands. She could tell. "Mistress Shaden tis m'husband here Adam Aberdeen, o'er yonder is the General Apollo, n' we were toastin among many things the birth o' his lovely daughter."
Ignia Ferroque: Adam bowed to the woman and spoke softly... "Please'd tae make yaer acquintance..."
Shaden Aramoire: "INdeed I was born in France... then educated in Venice " she would not go into the depth and breath of her childhood, few wanted to hear such a sad story.. of a child begotten of a infidelitious relationship.. the bane of her Mother’s husbands existence sold at age 5 to a Prince of Venice for the raising in his Courtesan palace… educated to become the epitome of courtly seduction.. and in time brought before the Doge` and Pope on charges of heresy and witchcraft.. spirited away by a well meaning lover never to return.. or forfeit her life.. seemed Scotland wasn't a bad option.. upside the noose.
Set In Her Way: Adam of course would be persuaded to change his mind about hius pending departure, given his wife didn't let go of her comfortable man so easily, and he was kissed, what else could he do?
Ignia Ferroque: Nabbed before he could depart, Adam laughed... "Then set mae another drink lass... ah not be listening tae yae preach without a stiff whiskey..." then he turned and leaned against the bar.
Set In Her Way: "N' ye call me educated...och Adam I be socializin nay preachin, heathens dun preach." She poured him another as he requested and for a moment the lovelights shown from one to the other. He took her as he was, no qualms no questions. It'd been quite a fantastic course of time for them since meeting in a market what seemed one hundred years ago. "I'ma sorry m'lady, but ye call me educated n' ye seem far more refined than this Highlander e'er will be."
Shaden Aramoire: She laughed soflty as he was nabbed " It's a pleausre Lord Aberdeen " her head dipped in proper respect " Forgive me for intruding on your evening.. but I will regift you with your fair lady for the hour grows.. late and I am to meet Dr Yannos at the healing wards at Dawn" she slipped from her stool and again dipped to them both.. " Good evening to you both.. and blessed be "
Set In Her Way: She could sit in a dress, they didn't bother her a bit. She could even ride, rule, give audience… oh yes she could do a great many things for being a clansmen's wife gave her that instruction, but even then Highlander's were a rough lot .
Ignia Ferroque: Adam leaned against the bar, his elbows on the wood, his hands free.
Set In Her Way: "Tis nay sae bad a night Adam, we dun often get tae dae this anymore, " she whispered, taking his hand after preaching, fish, venice, and silken women speaking with Highlanders. "I've missed this with ye."
Morgen Grey: The only time it seems lately, for the young Master Book Keeper and newly appointed Ambassador, that Morgen would ever venture outside his home past dinner time was in the company of women. Once it had been sitting with Aoife, and most frequently now with Ari. Which, was unusual for him, but both women were of very fine company. He was out with the Baroness now, walking the evening streets of Turas Lans past the shops in the direction of the Bannockburn. He was dressed as he usually was; black breeches and boots, white blouse. It would be the day when one actually sees any color on him. "I would ask you where you have decided to station your ball, but I still have yet to take you on that tour no?" He glanced up sheepishly at her, truely sorry he hadn't been making time for the Baroness. He had just suddenly become so busy with his new station when he really never was. Approaching the door to the tavern now he'd reach out to open it first, allowing her to enter before him of course.
Timeless Trances: ~ "Indeed, I have not yet decided. Truth be told I refuse to embark on such a quest without you. I trust your opinion on things greatly." she would confess, giving his arm a squeeze as her own adorned it. As it were, she had only just arrived in Turas Lan again since he'd gotten busy, having been putting her time to good uses she could not wait to inform him of. Making it a point to seek him out immediately, if only to do justice to the fact that he was of course her best friend. And so in she went waiting inside for him to progress in further. "And never to worry, you are a very important man to more than just me. I shall not forget it ever. And hope to at least make you proud with tale of how I have busied myself while I await our wonderful tour of the city." she would confess, having spent most of their time on their way there to discuss things that had been happening with him. His health and well being, things of that nature. And would await to be seated and served before confiding in him all she could not wait to. ~
Morgen Grey: A brow struck upwards in the highest interest as he followed behind her once she was through the door. "Well, what such tale is this?" He had never gotten along so well and so quickly with someone before, and she was one of his very few friends, and certainly his best friend. A quick sweep of dark blue eyes around the tavern room and he did infact see the Duke and Duchess there. In passing with Ari in destination to a table, he would stop and give a polite greeting. "Good Evening, your Graces." He had remembered the Duchess saying she was not one big, or at all, with formalities so he was not quite so surprised to see her here...just made him realize she had not just been saying so. But Morgen liked them and abided them, much like the Germans. He would also threw in a curt bow. Realizing also that, although Ambassador, that did not really qualify him as nobility either. So there was still a substancial ranking difference. He'd wait for Ari to greet them, if she so wanted to, or speak. If not, well, he steered them right along to a table.
Ignia Ferroque: "Luv, Ah knaew yae dun wan mae tae go... but someone has tae run things..."
Set In Her Way: "Come now, tis nay like we both dun.." She noticed he sounded a might too tart and never one to get that far into his cups and be revealing, she kissed his brow to wonder if he was well. Perhaps in some small ways the trip on the sea would at least soothe them a little of the burden on their backs. "Ye dae well by your place Adam." No, Beathag was not over much on formals. Respect, yes, the formality when it did not need to be, no. "Goo' evenin, Master Grey." Their Graces held hands in public, talked with the people,
Knights of Skye: Jonas stepped into the tavern, he looked tired and weary, and well he should. He trained nearly as hard as his students. If a teacher was not willing to do the same as their student then he was not worth his salt. So quite often Jonas wound up just as beat up as his students. His clothes were a little dusty, his tunic askew and pulled from his pants to hang loose for comfort. Of course he was not expecting to run into the Duke and Duchess when entering the tavern other wise he would have made sure he was a little more presentable. As it was his grey eyes widened at the sight of the pair as he entered the room. He gave them a bow of his head, a bit of a sheepish smile, and then moved to the bar to retrieve a good whiskey before turning to face the room.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam smiled at Bess, then looked to the man... "Goot eve Master Gray... Bess tells me things are going quite well for ye..."
Set In Her Way: "Ye've been busy, Sir Jonas," As Adam took to one person she took to another, smiling at Master Grey and his company before looking over toward the weary-worn trainer of Knights. "Should ye nay beh takin' it easy herebout? Heard tha' the Robertson men made quite a showin' in the valley n' ye were one of them."
Ignia Ferroque: Adam glanced at Jonas and nodded his head in respect for the warrior knight.
Knights of Skye: He flashed her a grin. Already his injured arm was out of its sling though still tender, but not enough to make him lacking with his students. "Aye, training does nae stop jus' cause the Trainer has a minor wound. Its goo' for them tae see tha' one can go on in certain degrees of pain." He shrugged broad shoulders and downed some whiskey. He was proud of the Robertson Warriors. They had lost only two though several had been injured none severely so. He was proud of that, especially since he had trained most of them himself.
Timeless Trances: ~ "Not so hasty, my friend!" she would chuckle. "I pray you'll sit and drink o'er it all, for I return to you with much gossip and confessions." came the warning with a wish to wait until they were seated and comfortable. She found a big brother air about him that kept her close to him whenever he was around. Her want to tell him her inmost thoughts that she dare tell no one...her secret affairs...all such juicy gossip, even her people would pay to learn of such. Let alone those she was finally coming into relations with. But before she could say more, finely trimmed brows would rise at the opportunity to finally add the Duke and Duchess to that growing list! At the sound of 'your graces' her attention was averted and hopeful tropical blues would stare unblinking with a smile of surprise. "Highnesses, an honor it finally is to behold you." she would utter only after they had spoken with Morgen. She would offer them still in respect a humble dip of her knees as she stand in a fine dress of black, white, and gold trim to compliment her friends attire, however on the off-chance. Her hair free from its binds and raining down about her in fluffy waves and curls at the tips. "Please allow me to introduce myself finally, if it is no disturbance. I am the Baroness Aracellis Rhiannon of Dun Mhor. My father was of court before his entitlements passed to me. I am most grateful to have returned home to serve you both best I can, under the circumstances." ~
Ignia Ferroque: "Please'd tae make yaer acquitance Baroness... Ah pray yae find Turas Lan tae yaer makin'? Naew if'en yae all shall excuse mae, I must bae heading back to the Castle..." then Adam kisses his wife's cheek and walks from the tavern.
Gaelic Spark: Meanwhile, he had followed the auburn haired lass from her home... to where she met up with the unknown male and to the tavern... in the shadows, this mysterious man watched the Baroness... slate grey eyes darkned as he tried to understand her motivation and actions.
