Hunting the Shadow(Closed)

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

The Darkness If anyone said they didn't have some dark side of their past, well they were a liar. Every person had their dark side. Sometimes it was not meant to be, someone made them that way. The Darkness was no exception. Everyone had a darkness to come back and haunt them, his haunt was named Ealora Malory. How long ago had it arrived in this...Skye. The last place it heard of her being? Who the hell knew. The darkness kept to itself except for the company of which owned. All with one intent. Wait, then strike. It's plan was much broader then hunting the pirate down and slaying her. Oh no, it wanted to break her. To be the seed of the sickness that would divide and conquer. He heard of her return to Turas Lan from Aberdeen, of her deeds and her loyalty. Ha! She had friends now, companions? How well did they love her? How much did she love them? He was going to test the very boundaries of her connections, the very depth of her soul. In the shadows it waited within the streets. Just another faceless thing. The city slept now and still he seemed to be just another shadow in the presence of the moon.

Malice The house if you could call it that... was more of a run down abandon farmhouse.. it creaked with each buffet of north wind that blew on the cold autumnn night.. Located just outside Turas Lan.. a hideout.. a baliwick..for his crew.. and their guest.. In the cellar resided one.. of Mallory's former crew members.. poor man .. had resisted civilized attempts at conversation.. that was after all what they had wanted.. only a few words.. a little information... but true to the male form of being heroic and a martyr... he had kept silent.. for a long while.. but If the Darkness was power... then his woman was.. cruelty.. incarnate.. she seemed to have no soul.. her eyes black as pitch and without mercy.. as she had finally gained the sought after words.. Now she waited for her lover to return.. so she could give him the answers he craved.. standing framed in a window.. panes gilded with frost she looked out over the darkend landscape.. what a wretched land.. sheep.. cows.. and children.. everywhere.. she would have shuddered but that would had denoted an amount of feeling which she did not possess.. it was almost as if she.. had lost the ability to feel anything at all.. no even regret.. and as the fool below the floorplanks had found.. surely not mercy.

The Darkness He only needed the proof she was back and that idiot was with her. He had gotten it but had prolonged his return to the rundown farmhouse only to keep the suspense going. It was like a fine wine, to be savored not gulped down like the cheap drinks of the island. Steps were taken slowly, enjoying the walk much like some who still despite the late hour, enjoyed the autumn air. The boards of the farmhouse creaked as his weight settled upon them. The door screaming out in protest as it was flung open then slammed behind him. "They're back.."He spoke to the woman at the window, his voice low, as dark as his voice. His head swiveled in her direction. Any news?, his face seemed to speak for him.

Malice "Happy to see you too " her voice was droll and sarcastic.. she didn't flinch as the door slammed behind him.. she was used to his tactics.. and while he scared the black chyt out of most he met.. she was beyond that emotion indeed beyond most with the exception of one.. jealousy.. that one she had yet to conquer.. and where Ealora Mallory was concerned it burned in her gut like fire.. if she ever got the chance.. her eyes narrowed as she fantasized about the tanned flesh of the Pirates throat falling apart as bloody foam flowed from it.. a mixture of last breath and lifes blood.. the gurgling sound a rich heady metallic sent.. " There was progress" she smiled lazily.. as she turned to his voice.. the room was in darkness. better to see the approach of anyone on this moonlitnight... the lilth form of the femme moved like an eerie specter to stop before him... " And you.. enjoy your walk?"

The Darkness "Progress?"His voice held a touch of surprise, and admiration for the beauty bathed in darkness. Where it not the black ooze that encased his heart, he could all most say he loved her. All most. His hand snaked around her, slowly but pulled her tightly to him in one quick motion while his other hand raised to clasp her chin between his finger tips."I did. The city sleeps except for a few late night hooligans. In a few moments, I want the men out and putting up the posters."His lips moved within inches of her own, teeth bared and he nibbled on her lower lip before releasing it. "Now..what progress have you made?"Spoken as he released her chin but not his hold on her.

Malice Her form was like tempered steel.. nothing soft about her.. flushed against him the small mounds of her breast flattened.. thru the silk shirt she wore over britches.. of the same pitch shade, orbs of onyx met his as he tipped her face upward.. " I know where she hid it... and exact location" she smiled darkly.. it was a smile that would send shivers up a lesser mans spine..one that a serpent would wear right before the strike, a soft pink tongue slipped between her lips to moisten them.. something about the violence in them both sparked passion.. " So there really is not use for her to live anymore.. once we catch up with her.. I can kill her and be done with it" she purred... hands slipping about his waist..beneath his shirt.. long nails dragging upward in invitation. It had been a long night of torturing the fool downstairs now.. she wanted release.

The Darkness His lips twitched, as if the man wanted to smile and couldn't. Tightening his grip around her waist, he began to move her backward, towards the room their shared. He had no trust for the fools in his employment, save her and there were still things he hadn't told her. Kicking his foot out, he slammed the door closed behind them then turned in circle, his hold loosened on her hip only to push her back against the door he had just closed. His body moved to press against her own, pinning her between a solid wood barrier and a solid chest. "You found it hmm?" Raising a hand, he tangled it in her hair only to yank her head back forcefully and lower his lips to the base of her throat, nibbling before bringing his lips up again"you think that's the only reason I hunt her, do you?" His other hand snaked down her leg to her thigh, grasping the flesh through her clothing, he raised her leg and pressed his groin into her while once again lowering his lips to her neck, instead of his lips, he beared his teeth and ran them up from the base of her throat to the dip of her chin before whispering gruffly in her ear. "I don't want her dead...not yet..your an evil woman Malice..so you'll appreciate what I'm going to do to her." He bite at her neck, hard enough that it was felt but he didn't want to break her skin, not because he couldn't but hecause he wanted to cause pain to her not bleed her. "You understand I'm going to break her, break all ties to her. Leave her all alone..I want her to beg for death."

MaliceWillingly enough she had been backed into the room, there tryst always more of a physical violence of bodies flung against each other in a moment of singularity, her head dipped back as his teeth razed sensitive pale flesh.. the pain exquisite, just blurring the line between pleasure and agony.. a low moan left her lips, his fingers twiing painfully against her scalp.. dark hair.. snapping and splintering on some locks from the force of his grip.. her eyes closed in glourious submission, as she reveled in his art... until he said he didn't want her dead.. then darklashese would fling open.. the orbs in which they shelterd pure rage as she pushed at him.. knocking him off balance.. enough to escape him before her voice rose to a shrill hiss " I don't care about your revenge I just want the bytch dead.. I dont' care how.. I've wasted too much of my life. now on tracking her.. to.. just play footsie.. " her hand raised as if to halt further discussion..and stall any words or effort on his part.. she was fully enraged at just the thought that SHE.. this Ealora Mallory.. was more in his mind.. in every thought.. every dream.. that she owned his life ..as long as she continued to breath.. Malice.. would see and end to that.. yes.. oh yes.. she felt Jealousy...

The Darkness He let out a low growl when she pushed him backward. As much as he hated her resistance. It excited him, her rage. Jumping forward, he grasped her neck and pulled her to him, letting his grip squeeze a moment, cutting her breath off as he spoke in a continued low growl. "I don't care that you want her dead Malice..your not going to foul up MY plans with your rage. You'll play the game. or not at all. Don't worry, you'll get your chance, but not now..now go get those fools and start putting up the posters. I want it done before morning.."He relaxed his grip and thrust her backward. Flinging the door open, he moved to the case holding his one hope at divide and conquer, the posters of the pirates bounty. Run little pirate..there is no place to hide now..face your deeds...face hell as it closes in on you.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Malice: The posters were handed out to the men.. it cost a small fourtune to have them drawn up.. something else to make that Pirate wench pay for.. she cursed under her breath as the last bundle was settled into a mans hand to tack all over town.. soon enough everyone would be trying to cash in on the bounty on her head.. Dark eyes narrowed behind the flicker of candelight as one poster was tacked on the wall.. she faced it.. pulling a small dagger from her boot.she sent it zinging thru the air.. THUNK.. right between the eyes of the likeness of Mallory " Die " she hissed beneath her breath..

The Darkness: His last poster was tacked to a tavern door. His fingers caressed all most tenderly, lovingly over the portrait of the pirate and then he heard the thunk. Turning, his lips twitched again as he moved to remove the dagger from the face of his prey. "Got something on your mind Malice?" He fingered the dagger as he stalked towards her and held the dagger out to her, handle first. "You'll get your chance if those idiots in Paradise Point don't convict and hang her."

Malice: She took the dagger back with a wrinkle of distaste to her nose.. wiping it on her pants leg as if touching the likeness of Ealora.. had made it filthy.. " I don't like the way you gape at her likeness " she sneered and pushed past him.. one thing she wasn't was subtle.. up the long narrow alleyway back toward where her horse was hobble , once gaining it's side she leapt onto it and rode.. out of the city and into the countryside at breakneck speed..exhilarating dangerous.. crazy.. to go full tilt into the darkness with nothing but a waning moon... it was suicide.

The Darkness: "Awww, jealous my lovely?"He seemed to tease though the tone of his voice was still as dark as the figure. Turning, he watched after her a moment before turning back to the crew waiting. "Get back to the farmhouse, make sure that idiot in the basement is still secure." Turning again, he quickly made his way back to the horses. Malice was all ready taking off. Leaping onto the coal black horses back of his own, he kicked his feet into the horses flanks and took off after the woman. Growling her name in the process.

Malice: Out across the moors, splashing thru small brooks and streams she galloped at breakneck speed into the night.. it was a little known fact.. probably only to him that she suffered instability of the mind.. rages and impulses that could not be contained.. and in these moods nothing mattered except the pull and feeling of danger.. passion.. anything to make her feel.. there was a darkness within her that not even he knew the source.. for all he knew she was born this way an evil seed.. the true dark sheep..

The Darkness: His shoulder length hair had been pulled back into a ponytail which flew into the wind as he galloped after Malice. It was true, he had never gotten to know the woman he shared a bed with. Not because she didn't matter. He had at first had taken on board because of her rage and bloodlust. Her spitfire nature and cruel heart. The fact that she knew no mercy. Indeed the first time they had shared a bed was in rage. She impassioned him with her cruelty, her heart as black as his own. Had he ever said it, no. All that mattered was the hunt. "Malice!"He screamed ahead at her. "Stop damn you!"

Malice: The horse jumped a ditch.. in the blackness.. faltering and tumbling head over heels into the night.. it was a impossible jump in the daytime.. but by night it was insanity coaleased with a deathwish.. the horse neighed and scream pain.. it's small rider thrown aside.. moaned darkly as she got to her feet and headed toward the black gelding. It foundered up trying to stand it's foreleg twisted horribly and broken the beast.. fell to the ground screaming in pain.. without a second thought the dagger was pulled from her waist.. it's silver blade drawn over the horses throat.. severing it completely.. the moon broke loose of the clouds just then.. enough to reveal her face.. it was the face of a killer.. a murdered.. and there was no pity or mercy.. just anger and rage...

The Darkness: The moonbea, gave him enough time to catch the ditch and reign the horse in, skidding it within only an inch before rider and beast went tumbling down the hill. The beast reared up on hind legs forcing the rider to bear in tight till the four legs were on the ground again. Tossing the reigns down, he fairly flew off the horse in one fluid motion. Catching up to the now dead beast and his lover. His growl let loose, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently"What the hell were you thinking?!"There was a note of panic in his voice laced in anger and rage at her.

Malice: As he shook her, her hand raised and a solid crack laces her print across his cheek. the sound and the feel like lightening.. thousands of degrees of heat balled into the resounding slap.. " Don't touch me " she growled as she broke away.. and glared at him.. it was obvious she was in one of her.. moods again " I've wasted three years.. of my life on you... and for what.. to track down that.. bytch.. so you can.. what.. have her one last time.. if you want her so much find her yourself ! " she screamed at him with all the fury of a hellspawn.. the veins standing out against the pale flesh of her neck.. eyes seeming to almost bulged from their sockets.. hands balled into fist of steele she fairly revberated with rage as she faced him down.

The Darkness: The slap sent his head reeling, tossed to the side and he instantly released her. His jaw locked as he turned it back to look at her. A glaring contest and damn her f**king moods. "I told you before Malice, I only took one woman before you to my bed. It was never Ealora. What the hell do you want from me huh?" He stalked towards her, daring her to lay her hands on him again. Leaping forward, he clasped his hands around her wrist and yanked her against him while twisting her arms behind her back and holding them there. "I promise you...hmm...you'll get your chance. I don't want her alive..I promise you, She'll die..hell you can even take the stroke. But your skill focuses on a singular blow, no mercy yes but no suffering. I want to make her suffer hmm. Help me do that."

Malice: " What do I want from you " she hissed like a wounded cat as he clasp her in the embrace of his iron like arms.. she didn't' struggle just looked at him with that impassive face that showed nothing but rage.. " I want her out of your thoughts when I am in your arms.. I want her out of your dreams.. if this is not to be.. then I will.. leave you " her eyes were locked to his.. it was not a threat.. it was a promise of fact..

The Darkness: "The only person on my mind right now Malice, is you" His chin tilted down to look her in the eyes. "Damn woman, your always on my mind!" His lips twitched again, as if he wanted to smile and still couldn't. "As for my dreams, she'll be out of them soon enough. You have to give it time Malice..I promise you, when this is over. She'll hold nothing to me." Damn it he wanted to kiss her but hell, in this mood of hers, she would of bitten off his lip!

Malice: A Dark brow raised at his word.. the look on her face was anything but soft.. not a twinge of emotion at all " You have a month.. " she shot him a hard glance.. and looked blandly off to the darkness. " Let me go" she spoke in an even tone.. as if it was over and done with.. " I hate being held immobile "

The Darkness: "It'll be over in less then a month if I have my way." His grip didn't loosen even at her words to let her go. Lowering his head, he nibbled at her neck before breathing hotly in her ear"Damn it woman, you enrage and impassion me.." slowly his grip loosened and he finally let her go and took a step back. "You still haven't told me where the item is..."He shot back at her, over and done with. On to the next topic.

Malice: " The box she took.. from you.. the one you wanted so badly " she moved back to the carcass of the horse striping the bridle and tack from it's slowly chilling body.. and taking it toward his horse.. with slow methodical measures and actions.. " That Idiot gay sailor knows where it is.. where she hides it.. for safekeeping ".

The Darkness: "Then we've got to find a way to get him to betray her.." He turned to watch her before moving towards her. "Oy, what are you two doing...what the hell" A mans voice behind him, Kael turned to find a guard with a torch staring down at the dead horse. Pulling a dagger from his belt, he flipped it blade to his fingers then flung it at the guard. THUNK, it imbedded into the mans chest, gargling blood onto his chin, the guard fell to his knees and disappeared behind the carcass of the horse. With a growl, Kael went to retrieve the blade and used the horses hid to clean the blade before replacing it to his belt and return to Malice. "So...any ideas pet?"As if nothing had happened.

Malice: " the one we have is the Captian's First.mates.. lover.. I think he would be a fine piece of leverage" she watched as he killed the guard, without an ounce of caring... tossing the tack onto the back of his steed then looking at the guards body " Going to leave it or.. hide it " she cared neither way.. it was his mess.. to clean up.

The Darkness: "Really?"He seemed to show some kind of surprise before it left him. "Then that's the way we'll go." His head tossed back then forward again as his shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "Leave it."His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into him, his lips lowered again to nip at her neck."What would I do without you hmm?" He released her only to help her onto the horse and climb on after her. Grasping the reigns from around her waist, he turned them back around and kicked the horses flanks to get them back to the farmhouse.

[malicecampbell]

Malice Several nights had gone by since the posters were placed hither and yon over town.. Daily reports came in from the south.. the towncrier proclaiming the news of rebellion there.. fighting.. she took pause to.. wonder of the Campbell Clan in Dumfrieshire.. of course.. Her Faimly were of the Campbells Aligned with Argylle.. some of the more affluent Campbells not farmers and traders.. but weathy Lords who oversaw.. great fifes of land.. it was in . The Branach Tor, the Keep her Father.. and his Fathers Fathers had presided over.. was her home.. overlooking Lock Leshan a beautiful grey granite edifice that had been her home.. dark forboding.. walls that streached to the clouds.. these were the thoughs on her mind as she sat before the fire this cold fall evening.. a somber grey woolen tunic over same said somber color britches clothed her.. dark hair shadowing her face .. making her appear errie in the flickering yet dying light of the fire..

The Darkness Several nights...several reports and all that occupied his mind was the fact that the whole island was NOT clambering to claim the reward on the pirates head. The most on the peoples minds was some rebellion that had nothing to do with him or his current purpose. It was enough to make the darkness crazy. Enough that he spent half the night in the darkness of the cellar, taking out his rage on the former crewmate of the pirate witch. By the time he returned to the main floor, his hands were covered in the blood of his captive. The dark tunic and pants did little to hide the darkened dots were it had splattered but he ignored it. Cleanliness might be next to godliness but he was a hellion, not a god. A rag was yanked from a table as he met Malice at the fire and he absently rubbed the blood from his hands as he stared down into the flames. He'd never taken the time to learn of her lineage, he knew some of it yes, but had he known she was a noble? He would of laughed, perhaps the first time in years. His family was considered peasants though one of them had graced the halls of nobles till 'early retirement'. They were not ordained to have all the comforts in the world, but they had lead a good life. So what had happened to turn a good man bad? A hellish witch named Ealora Malory. His chin lifted finally from deep thought and finally seemed to recognize Malice was in the room though she had been his intent all along. "What has you in such deep thought?" a low voice rumbled from his chest against the crackle of the fire.

Malice "you know if you kill him he will be of little use to us... as bait " her words were without emotion as they often were.. she seemed not to have the fairer emotions, of love, joy, happiness, or even a modicum of mediocrity of sadness the everyday female of this land.. instead it was Anger, Rage, Jealousy, hatred, or morose coldness that was almost impenetrable..comepletly Logically fridgid until passions were roused by some stimuli that could provoke death.. or mearly desire.. Needless to say she was an only child.. her siblings never having made it past the age of three years.. except the few that were older than she.. who seemed to have been cursed with bad luck and unexplicaable accidents in their teens.. Born Mary Alice Campbell... her moniker soon became Malice.. in the family.. for no one not even her Parents were spared her tantrums and fear inspiring antics.

The Darkness "I didn't kill him...I just rearranged his face a little"He retorted without the hint of tease that a normal person would of had there. It was dry, unfeeling and his shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug. The rag was shifted in hands to rub the blood from the other one and he leaned absently against her chair. "I don't see the point in keeping him around anyways, that idiot Sam can be convinced he is still alive when he wouldn't be, you push a person enough, they go to great lengths to betray you." Another shrug and he yawned. It didn't phase him at all, how many people he hurt. It was another ordinary day. "Besides that damned rebellion, any other news?"

Malice "Because the Viceral reaction of seeing his Lover about to be gutted will be amusing.. not to mention.. motivating to get you... what you ... desire " there is was a tinge of Jealousy.. when the desire was mentioned.. Ealora.. the name was foul on her lips, the taste in her mouth like hot sulphur.. god how she hated the very name of that... woman.. her lips sneered as she stood grabbing the iron pokers and jabbed vicisouly at the remaining wood, causing it to blaze up.. lighting her face in a wicked glow.. " No news of anyone willing to take the bounty.. I dropped by the Sollcitors Office today.. and not one taker.. perhaps no one knows where she has gone?"

The Darkness"That is true.."The rag had served its purpose and was tossed absently into the flames. His arm circled around her waist and pulled her back into him. Her rage and jealousy always did have a way of inflaming him. "You do realize though...that should anyone figure out what WE are up to, we'll have to off them and if the height of my goal isn't reached, there will be others to come after us. That being the case, I think we should eliminate them beforehand. It will give us an advantage and leave our way open in the end." His hand squeezed a moment then relaxed and released her waist. "Have any of our idiots found where she and that damnable trio she sails with have run off to?"

Peregrin "Calling me an idiot are we?" Peregrin spoke as he carried three tankards from the bar's edge towards the pair. With the trail of the shore and the smell of sea in his wake heads often turned when eyes should remain to themselves. Sunwashed strands of wheat colored curls were wild atop his head. Features of a careless heart, whose soul had lived longer then any man should be allowed. The man was met with a smirk, as blue hues then turned upon the woman at his side offering her the whites of his teeth in a smile and of course a wink. Sup, baby? Only a fool would hit upon this woman, at this man's side, but a fool he was..a fool with answers. "The Time has come." He spoke with a grin, "The Walrus said" Spoken then pressing the drinks out towards them, "Talk of many things..of shoes--ships--sealing wax--and cabbages--and kings." Kicking back upon his chair he rose his feet to the table and propped one over the other. Seaworn hands folded behind his head as he took a lean in the chair and grew silent with that chyt eating grin, that warmed the hearts of even the coldest souls. What?

Malice " Do you really think there is anyone on this Damable Isle that is capable of more than the basics of though?" she was hypercritical of those she considered her lessers.. which included most.. while she was a tergerment as a child she was somewhat of a prodigiy.. a natural bore..intellect as well as killer.. Dakenend hues that showed no liking for the Blond Adonis.. shifted his way.. then downward to the tankard of ale.. as if it were horse piss, the distate for the drink and disdain for the man apperant..though she did lean back into her lovers arms abith.. shifting so that her back arched displaying the sweet swell of applesized breast.. outlined in the haze of the flames flicker.. a smile curved generous lips as if to say... 'you wish' " Spouting childrens tales does not make your information relverant nor worthy of coin Perrigrin " she sneered.. ignoring the offer of the ale.

The Darkness "At the moment...no. Although I do hear much of this..kendrew person..and that moor with Ealora." Dark eyes slid to Peregrin. His face didn't show disdain, it simply showed nothing as his arm curled around Malice again as she dipped back against him. He even growled low in her ear, damable tease. He had bis pride in her, it was a shame he didn't display it more but he was a man of little emotion besides rage and anger. "The status of your intelligence would depend on the information you carry. If its of little worth to me, then yes, you're an idiot. However, if your information is of worth, then I've no need to kill you." Dry voice rabbed out in a low rumble of complete bluntness. Coal hues slid to the drink and then back to the man. The only person he trusted was Malice and even that was minimal, only because they were the same. Cold. Blodied. Killers. He wouldn't put it past her to try to off him if the need ever arose in her or he had 'served his purpose' with her. However, he didn't see that happening in the near future. The gesture might of seemed rude but he had no head for politeness, as if that had not all ready been established.

Peregrin "You know I do not need coin, Malice or I would have paid you for last night."Lie. Spoken with a smirk in her direction. "Information is key, and if it's information of her whereabouts you need then I have a big one." Truth. "However, I must say this...I've got a bloodthirsty crew." Literally. "and many of them have long been without the passions of a woman and I dare not trust them to take her to the trial..She would not make it." Sitting forward he leaned against the table, his face growing a bit solemn and full of remorse. "And would ye' know what a small world this is." Eyes glazed for a moment as thoughts left the room to travel back to a time he could never forget, "She married that fool, and trust me hell hath no fury like that man. Should he find out whose behind this, the entire nation would rain down upon you. Are you so certain your Vendetta is worth such a price?"

Malice The poker had been resting in the fire atop the logs, the end now glowed red hot.. was pulled slowly from the flames as she turned on him, shruging off Kael's arms.. she advanced with almost unperceptable speed until the poker was shoved scant inches from his eyes.. her other hand about his throat, nails biting into his tender flesh.. " You are a liar and a coward.. you think we owe you explanation?" her brogue deeped as the now white hot end of the poker, moved ever closer to his eye.. the heat from it making the blond locks that fell over his brow sizzle and curl back upon themselves, the smell of burning hair.. acrid.. one slip.. a bobble.. or a thrust.. who knew with her.. would see that winking eye put out.. membranes sizzling agsint the wrought iron poker.. she wondered idely if it would send up a puff of steam.. what would it smell like.. would he pass out , piss and chyt himself.. everytime she killed..she cataloged the experince into small bits of information.. the art of murder and torture was such a titaltaing thing.

The Darkness"Then I suggest getting a new crew..or I'll make sure those idiot crewmates of hers make it to Paradise Point with her and the full bounty. Seeing as you don't need the money." His arms fell away from Malice as she advanced upon the pirate. He merely watched for there was art in her work and it inflamed him when she played. Oh yes. His face seemed to darken, even in the flames of the hearth"she married the moor?"He seemed to growl out and his fists bunched into hard balls. "Unless you have any bright ideas that might intrigue Malice enough not to burn your eyes out...although, she seems pretty apt to doing it regardless..."

PeregrinShifting and changing the blue eyes of the Pirate seemed to turn yellow in the light, and his face contorted in a wicked grin. Evil there that wrapped the heart, and clouded the soul soon turned his eyes black, reflecting none of the light." Faites-le..." He dared the words flashing something very unhuman for only a moment. "Je vous ose..." The man's words broke the daywalker from his darkness and that wicked grin replaced with a smirk. "Does it make you so crazy to know she shares the bed with another?" Eyeing the man even though the woman was before him..see two could play this game. Cat and mouse. Tale as old as time. "I know they return very soon, and would be arriving within the nightfall." Going back to the woman he rose his brows to speak in her direction, "Hellcat." Always so calm and collected, a man feared nothing when he knew death was something he would never face. "My vote is that we come up with to lead her away..but we forget..He will come after her. But..if he sees her sailing away with me..he will think she left him. Not so far a fetch I know, but he knows me...If anyone could lead her from him, it would be me.."

Malice As he spoke in a languges she didn't know.. it burned at her brain.. he knew something she didn't..acute jealousy reared it's green tentacles about her icy heart.. as she heard Kaels reaction to the fact the Bytch was married to a moor.. yet her eyes never moved from those shifting orbs of Perrigrin.. slowly the iron lowered.. the singe of skin crackled and popped beneath the glowing iron branding him with its tip.. a curl of smoke rose from his flesh.. she leaned foreward inhaling the scent..with an almost erotic shiver of pleasure.. the tip drug down the lenght of his cheek to the corner of his mouth before she lifted it.. slinging him and the chair back with force.. " Swine " the hiss left her lips before she tossed the iron to the hearth.. her gaze hardening on Kael.. for a long moment.. " I have no further use .. of this. conversation" it was her way of dealing with the rage of jealousy within.. slam the door shut.. and iron door.. over her heart..

The Darkness"I'm simply surprised she's become so weak as to do such a thing."He replied dryly. He all ready had men following Ealora but hadn't heard any reports. The fools probably thought to doublecross him, capture her and take the bounty. That was the wrong thing to do. Still, if he could break the cow moor. That would give them an avantage. It would ensure the cow wouldn't come after her. What to do about the courtesan though? As some reports gave it, the woman was like a sister to Ealora. Ha! Did the whore even know what Ealora did to family? Still, she might be useful. From some reports, the little red haired vixen DID have a way with men. He might be able to make it seem to the seawitch that her own husband was cokeholding her with the very woman she considered a sister. For once, his face seemed to twist, as if he were going to smile but alas, it was short lived. "It's a possibility..."He finally offered the pirate after a moments pause into his own twisted mind. His woman had just burned the pirate but hell, did he care? No and he didn't intend to act like he did. Except for the fire that now burned to take Malice to bed. Twisted? Perhaps, but her torture, her fire and hatred passioned him where it sickened others. Coal eyes lifted at the removal of Malice. Ah her jealousy was just more fuel for the fire. "What of the courtesan?"Eyes returned to the pirate.

PeregrinAir was sucked in through his teeth as the burn started, until his eyes closed and he tilted his head back in a small cry. His lips parted with the sound, and the pearly white animalistic mouth was exposed--fangs and all. "You.." He breathed, "can..leave..her to me." His voice rasped as he returned his eyes to the pair. Lord he had his eye on Shaden for what.. a whole week now? More then this man had ever needed to wait for anything. "She can disappear all together if you want?"

The Darkness There was a small curl of his lips, very small, a pull and then release as the pirate hissed. He leaned against the mantle of the hearth. "No..you mistake me, I want information on her. I don't care about her, the seawitch is the one I want to break. The courtesan doesn't matter...except any information you can give me on her. You mistake my purpose. I am not just some mindless killer..I want to break the seawitch, do you understand? Make her completely alone, no one to turn to, no hope and then to crush her. THAT is my art. As far as anyone else is concerned, they don't. Not even you."

PeregrinHis black blue eyes fell upon the man as he caught his breath, the burn starting to subside..though he knew the venture to be much more painful in the end. "Nous ne sommes jamais seuls.." The sound escaped him in such a serious manner, that even he could not believe he had spoken such words. Words of faith, of God. A being he had turned his back on years ago. "I would be more then happy to get information for you..I do no think your..Malice could stand you even speaking to another woman."

Malice She turned glaring at Perri... a dark brow raised as she pressed her lips into a pout and blew him a kiss " a little something to remember me by " her finger trailed from her eye to the corner of her mouth mocking his wound.. a casual nod of her head to Kael.. " This is one of those you should get rid of .. before it spoils.." with that she brushed by her lover.. and headed up the rickity stairs of the farmhouse.. bored.. with Perri..and annoyed with Kael..

The Darkness "Then get your information..."A brow rose slowly, nearly in question except for the blank stare on his face. His head turned to the door then back to the pirate. "Stand it? The woman would die before even saying hello. I can't blame her though, I've killed men just for looking at her." It was so casually said, as if killing people was such a natural occurrence. Coal eyes left Perry to Malice, he even watched as that bottom of hers wiggled as she left the room, thoroughly annoyed. A low rumble issued from his chest, a laugh? All most. "For now, if the seawitch is returning within a day or two. I want to see it for myself..she is still at her strongest, still unbroken. It all begins upon her return and I'm going to oversee every minute of it." He was itching to go after Malice but he was unwilling to leave the idiot down here and the captive in the basement. No way. Never trust a pirate and never trust a killer. Even trade.

Peregrin "Her husband is here in Tarus Lan as we speak, they were separated due to his illness..do you not think he will miss her after so long? He is bound to recover, and when he does you think he will let her just go, missing?" He watched the outline of the woman move up the stairs, but returned his gaze to the man. "Then what?"

The Darkness"The man is a beast. From what I have heard, he loves battle not people. I don't expect this to last long. Given a choice between the rebellion and his wife? What do you think he would choose? I suspect his love, if he really does. Although you know what they say about moors. but I suspect the time apart will be enough for him to toss her aside. If he does not. Then yes, by all means. Do what you have to do to break them apart. It's just one more break in the chains.."Coal eyes had returned to the pirate.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Most of this takes place in the open seas but for sake of keeping the story all together, it is going to be posted here.

THIS POST HAS STRONG VIOLENCE AND ADULT SITUATIONS. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY OFFENDED OR SICKENED BY SUCH SITUATIONS!


Ealora: The port of Turas Lan was close, in the dead of night she could see the fires burning in lanterns and windows creating its own starry effect against the night. Since the storm and Maahes sickness, there had been a pull against her gut, something was following her. With her husband sick, she couldn't risk pulling away from the land now. There's a bounty on your head. The words of the English Captain rang in her ears. She wasn't going to put her family in danger. "Pull into the docks but don't settle anchor, just secure long enough to get them off my ship." Her voice was icy, not the sweet honeyed tone her crew had known of her as of late. Since love struck her but damn it, if something was after her or her crew or even her family, then she was going to push them away to protect them. Booted feet thumped across the deck as she entered her cabin and the fever fit form of her husband. "Get a stretcher, I don't care how many of you it takes, get him off and to a healer, then get back here. I sail with or without you in minutes." She placed a kiss against her husbands brow, whispered she loved him and then left. In his fever he had been whispering his own language, reaching for her when she had not been there. Not because she did not want to be, because the more she focused on getting them home. The closer he was to be being saved. Within half an hour, their things had been taken ashore. Maahes, Shaden and Jack were the last two leave. Reaching a hand out to Shaden, she yanked her sister back against her. "Don't let him die..don't let him forget, whatever happens. I love you both."There was a quiet desperation within her voice. Don't ask me questions, just keep safe, both of you. It didn't stop Shaden from arguing about not coming back. It wasn't until Ealora lead her to the end of the gangplank that Shaden gave in, promising to take care of him. She watched her sister and husband fade into the night, towards the briar rose. Sam had jumped off upon landing to seek out a healer. Within minutes, the crew had returned, afraid of her wrath, some afraid to be left. She backed upon the gangplank till her feet met the deck of the ship. Her lips twisting into a frown, her gut pulled. Never mistrust your instincts. Celadon swept to the open sea, indeed a speck was in the distance, headed in their direction. "Cast us off, get us around and out to the sea. We've got an extra Shadow to loose!". Captain and crew set out, a well oiled machine in their time. As the hour passed into the next. The Shadow Storm hit the open sea. "Where to Captain?"The call cried. "Head for the Indies.."Came the reply before a parchment hit her square in the face, flying in from the wind. Gripping the paper within her hands, she pulled it back, in the darkness of the deck, she could not make out anything but unearthly green eyes. Boots shifted across the deck to return to the candlelight within her cabin and as the flames illuminated the bounty poster, she let out a curse in Egyptian. The bloody Englishman had been right! Her gut didn't wrench this time for the shadow following after her but the words upon the parchment. Some of her deeds laid to rest on the parchment. How many of these were there? Did Shaden see it, did the whole of skye see it? some of them were true, she could not deny it, but the murder of her own son laid on her hands? The plot to kill people she hadn't even known?! Those were not hers! Celadon eyes returned to the top, to the likeness, she looked like demon. Slowly her eyes trailed downward and abruptly stopped seeing the word Tresis. Her shoulders fell, she seemed defeated. Immediately her mind went back to that day. The screams, the acid smell of fire. Her eyes squeezed closed as she sank to rest against the edge of her desk. She had played the part of a male then. Later when she had changed her ways, hunting pirates instead of being one, she had recruited some of the men from Tresis, seeking revenge. She had promised redemption, she had promised them they would have their revenge. She had forgotten then what part she had played in their pain. A knock sounded at the door and the flyer was slid under a map. "Cap'n?" A head poked into the cabin. "I'm coming.."She replied without needing to know the question. She left the cabin, as a gust of wind followed in her wake, the flyer was thrust to the cabin floor but it was the last day she had spent in the cabin for days passed and the game of cat and mouse continued.

Crewmate: The ship that followed them stayed a speck on the horizon shadowing their every move as if they new.. somehow which way the Shadow Storm was headed.. it was almost uncanny even thru storm, fog and dead of night running with all lights extinguished still by morns light the speck on the horizon would be there.. as if waiting for something.. The mood on the Shadow Storm became heavy the men agitated and jumpy, paranoid at the apparent supernatural way the ship seemed to trail them.. some spoke of a ghost ship.. others seemed to pay it no mind.. it was this division the Captain should have headed.. for those men who were paranoid and jumpy were the very ones who really feared the oncoming ship, it was the ones who acted as if it were same shyte another day.. that knew.. what was being waited on... it was mearly a spec on the map.. a crossing of longitude and lattitude that had been agreed upon.. before hand the perfect spot for a muntiny well away from Skye's shores and any who would help.. the Captian of the Shadow Storm.

Ealora: Days of chase, days of trying to elude those that could not be eluded. The feeling continued to tug at her gut. Five days of running, now five nights of constant failure. Returning from the gallery, eyes swept across the crew, from those who still seemed spooked, to those doing their jobs without any sense of fear. The Shadow Witch was not a stupid woman. The feeling was still there and her lips pulled into a tight frown. "What the hell goes on here?" She spoke across the deck of the ship to the men. Most stopped their work to look at her. Those of fear and those of calm nature all returned her stare. Her head swiveled left and then right before centering again. "Anyone want to speak up? hmm." Some might of seen it as she had finally gone crazy. Perhaps she had?

Jonack: One of the men from Tresis stepped forward.. his gaze intent, and not afriad.. " We be asking you the same Capt.. you've had us with the wind at our backs now without sleep for days.. we followed you on a treasure hunt. and nay any treasure.. seems we be turning about on our tail for nothing.. over and again " behind him some of the crew shifted in stance as if backing him up.. while others looked puzzled and confused at the angry tone of the man before her. Jonack Sault the bury barrel chested man who questioned her athourity stared her down.. " We be thinking it's time to get paid for our hard work.. on the treasure we were promised"

Ealora: Slender arms folded across her chest and a hip jutted out. Try me. Her stance seemed to scream as a single eyebrow raised in question. "Jonas, you know very well the treasure hunt is not of my own making. It is the journey of Jack, he and only he knows this location. It was forced on hold by the illness of my husband. If you or any of those who would follow you, would like to challenge my authority now. Then take a flying leap off the side of that ship because it is the one thing that will save you from me gutting you navel to neck. I promised you redemption when you joined my crew, I made the promise that pirates would die for what they did to your homeland. For years we have hunted them, for years we have slain them. THAT is the reward I promised you, so now why the need for treasure hmm?"

Jonack: "what I know is, it's your job as Captain to see we get our due.. but ever since you married that Moor.. you've become a housemaid girl-thingy , and think of no one sides your personal pleasure.. You parade your whore in front of the men.. and expect her to be treated like royalty cleaning up the shyte of her animals.. taking orders from that overgrown gorrilla that owns her... " he was snarling now.. and the men behind him shifted alarmingly.. there were but a handful still left looking on puzzled and in shock.. that moved more toward her... " IFn you cannot give us a part of the treasure then perhaps this will make us all rich " he held up one of the posters.. for her inspection.. then handed to the boys behind him " Shes worth 2000 gold boys.. clear and true.. all we have to do is get her to Paradise Point.. alive " it was a feral smile that turned back to the Captain Jonack..Sault had found his treasure and it was Ealora Mallory.

Ealora: "Watch what you say, that's my husband and sister your trying to insult. Without much success." Her head turned this way and that as..well his men, surrounded her. Her head turned in his direction again, in enough time to see the poster being paraded in her face. Her heart began to thunder in her ears. "I was a different person then.."In her defense and quite literally put. "I cannot..change what happened then..but I have fought ever since for redemption..Have you turned pirate then Jonack? Does this bounty reward hold more sway over you then redeeming the life of the family you lost in slaying pirates? Have you become what you once hated?" Her hands moved to the inside of her jacket to her belt and the Sai's, one on either side of her hips. Don't just stand there damn it! She wanted to scream to the rest of her crew. Why were the just staring?!

Jonack:"See boys.. she knew someone was after her for the bounty.. and she just ordered you all out to sea.. She didn't care if you went down with her... she thinks only of herself.. She didn't even asked if you were willing to die.. the murderous WHORE... read what crimes shes commited.. even killed her own son.. what makes you think she'd do anyless to you " he orated to them like a politician.. slowly more and more men seemed to ally with him, the poster passed about between them.. it was then a few of her Loyal Crew begin to shout back.. in defense of their Captain.. with the shouting came first.. and then an all out brawl broke out.. Jonack stood aside watching her with a smug smirk , then licked his lips.. "It said alive.. didn't say.. unmarred" he sneered as he pulled out a sword and headed toward her... she would be his this day.. and the gold would too.. as well as the shadow storm.

Ealora: "That is a lie! I didn't kill my son!"She screamed in defense, the rage building within her. "I've fought beside many of you for years! I've bleed for you! That is not the will of an uncaring whore!" She tried reasoning with the men but the two sides seemed to split, some with Jonack and to some relief, some with her. The cries began to go out. Shouting on both ends. Who threw the first punch? She didn't know but the two sides, her own crew at heads with each other, broke out over the deck. A mass of crew against crew. The Sai's were pulled from their rest as she turned to find Jonack licking his lips at her. A sneer turned her lips, if there was anything more she hated then pirates. It was betrayal. "I hope you paid attention in practice Jonack...otherwise I'm going to royally kick your ass." She spit in return as he advanced with sword at the ready. She seemed to dance upon the toes of her boots, heading for him rather then away as the Sai's swirled downward in a vertical attack at his chest.

Jonack: All about them chaos, but his eyes were on her.. the only objective to contain her without killing her.. but the loss of an arm or leg wouldn't necessarily break that condition now would it.. it was greed.. pure and simple that motivated him.. calm and cool he blocked the sai's downward thrust, a heave of his sword sending her toddling backward.. he was a huge barrel of a man.. strong without a doubt.. perhaps not a finesse fighter but a power one.. "Lass you'd be saving the lot of those who stick with you to just.. give over.. otherwise.. we are going to kill the lot o them " he taunted her knowing that she was already lost in anger and rage.. emotional torture.. " ye got to answer for your crimes.. given a trial at Paradise Point for killing you own wee son " yes he was pushing her buttons and he knew it.. no finesse but a great tactician.

Ealora: She was thrust backward, hitting the railing , the Sais flew across the deck and she let out a groan as the wood dug into her backside. Gritting her teeth, she pushed off the railing and let her eyes briefly leave the brute of a man to look for the Sai's. Damn it. Her eyes were quick to travel back to the still approaching man. The panther was raging within her and she growled in return to him. "You're right.."She started to say then paused before calling out to those still on her side"Give no mutineer quarter, kill the betraying bastards." Her eyes roamed then returned to him as she growled again, lowly"I didn't kill my son! and that trial means my death! I may of deserved it then but I do not deserve it now. Since we're on the subject though. Let me bear my soul for God hmm, lets go back to the battle of Tresis hmm?" This Ealora was not the one who had graced Skye these last few months. The fire in her eyes told a different story, this was Ethan, this was the pirate Queen of the past. "Did you know your wife was pregnant Jonack? Begged, that I kill YOU instead of her. This was of course after she crawled from my Captains bed. The air of sex still in the room. She begged, I take and I quote, that brooding pig farmer who sweated on top of me. I did you a favor Jonack, that kid probably wasn't even yours." Inside, the woman was screaming in protest, she was a tangled mass of split personality. Outside, a pirate begging for blood. Inside, the woman she had become. Fighting not just to survive, but for those she loved. She continued to move, circling away from him, drifting, trying to find her weapons.Finding one by the mast, she ducked under a pair locked in a duel of fists to pick up the weapon.

Jonack:Had she thought he didn't know what a whore his wife was.. " Indeed you did me a favor of loosening the noose about me neck.. for killing that whore of a wife.. " he laughed at her seeing her trying to get to her weapons.. a quick feint of the sword and it slashed thru the leather coat she favored so much, slicing into the tender breast beneath.. leaving a blooming rose of crimson, before he moved against her once more.. rushing her.. and pinning her to the opposite side of the rail... his hand clutched her throat cruelly as sword knocked away the sai from her grip, in a painful broadside blow that would likely crack the delicate bones of her wrist.. " Beggggg me for mercy Capt... I wanna hear the pretty mouth beg " his face inches from her, breath fetid with rum and decay... she was caught...

Ealora: She let out a yelp as the sword slashed through coat and skin. It threw her off enough that she didn't realize she was pinned till the pain shot across her wrist as the Sai was knocked from her grasp. She let out another yelp as the pain increased in her wrist but it was also the smell of his breath in her face that made her heave, ready to nearly throw up on the man as he pinned her against the railing. Her head thrashed as his grip tightened on her throat. "Get...off...me."She gasped out begging in her mind for clean air! Her legs thrashed against his own, wanting to find a place open for just ONE good kick.

Jonack: Abrupty his hand loosened on her throat.. and moved to twist painfully in her hair, draggin her along to the top of the helm " Stand Down.. or I'll slit her throat" the sword raised to press intimatily against her slender throat a red line drawn across lihglty burned as if fire had been set there , His voice carried over the fighting men.. the ones who supported her looking on in horror.. knowing Jonack would do as he said... the clattering of steel upon the deck was almost deafening.. as they surrenedered.. " Get them below in the cargo hole.. stripped of anything like a weapon.. chainged.. they may bring us an extra bounty once we get there " he sneered as his men begin to lead the few who were loyal to Ealora down into the depths.. of the ship.. he smirked looking at her... " Now... then my pretty.... we will have a chat.. and see how nice you can be to old Jonack "

Ealora: Not the hair! She gritted her teeth as he yanked her across the deck. The sword pressed against her throat, felt like burning steel as it bit into her skin. Again she gritted her teeth to keep from giving him any satisfaction of a yell at the pain. Don't give up! My life isn't worth it. She wanted to scream to the crew but her heart did indeed sink as the clatter yank out into the night. She would of been proud at their loyalty had it not been for this mutiny now. One by one, her crew disappeared into the depths and finally her eyes rose to Jonack. She seemed to snort but in the next instant, spit a loogie right into his face. Defiant to the end.

Jonack:His fist shot out, right into her nose a punch, not a slap.. but a resounding punch that rattled her skull and perhaps broke that aquline nose, his other hand twisted harder into her hair.. pressing her downward to her knees.. "Bytch!" he wiped the spitladen snot from his face and smeared it into her hair to clean it from his hand.. then just for kicks a series of backhands turning her head side to side.. over and over again.. all the while the second hand kept righting her face to him via it's entanglement in her russet locks.. " You will learn.. to obey... we've got days to get to paradise point.. I'll break you in half " with that he kicked her in the gut.. hardened boot leather seemed to sink almost to her spine knocking the breath from her.. the only thing keeping her upright.. his tenacious hold on her hair.

Ealora: The pain was indescribable and she did indeed cry out as the fist connected with her face. The delicate bones of her nose crunching against the assault. Had he not had a hold on her hair, she would of flown backward with the blow. Her scalp cried out as she did indeed go backward with the blow but not far. She swayed even as he pressed her down upon her knees. She barely recovered as the backhands sent her face flying one way only to be thrust the other way with reach raining blow of the muscled hand. She felt the tang of blood in her mouth from her nose, the blood gushing from the continued slaughter. She could honestly say she thanked God when he stopped. Her whole face and skull pounding in protest. A tangled cry left her lips along with the last wind within her chest as the boot sank into her stomach. Hands reached up to grasp his wrist without knowing it, the roots of her hair crying out painfully as he held on tight and she rolled into the kick. Her teeth gritted again, this time the growl that left her lips was of indescribable pain. She stayed curled as much as possible for what seemed like hours and was really only a minute or two. As both her head and stomach sang in unison of pain, she spit words up in his direction. "I'm going to enjoy watching my husband kill you Jonack."Those the words were at a loss of strength and came in heaved waves with the throbbing pain.

Jonack: A satisfied feeling bloomed in his groin with each blow landed.. each cry she offered him.. was like whiskey to a drunkard.. he feasted on her misery and laughed as she threatened him with the absent Moor " Roll in the sails" he called to his crew, hauling her head up to watch as the ship slowed an came to a bobbing stop on the currents.. the ship behind them signaled to catch up... and was fast approaching... " Ahhhhhh the downpayment for my services " he sneered at her.. then called for a couple of crewmen " Take her to the captains quarters, throw her in arms and shackle her to the roof timbers.. " he knew good and well once shackles were tossed over the roof timber and her wrist manacled into them.. she would have to stand on tiptoe just to reach the gound.. it would be excruciating and exhausting..less fight in the hellcat come night " Make way for the boarding party... " he called as she was lead away..imprisoned in her own quarters like a slave.. or a slab of meat hung up to cure...

Ealora: Her head screamed in pain even as he hailed it up so she watched her ship fall into the hands of mutineers. Hauled to her feet. One of the men grabbing her wrist got a biting snap before she yelped in pain. Her wrist obviously broken.


Crewmates:The men only laughed. "Still got some spirit Capt." One of them spoke to Jonack. "We'll take care o that. Come on" Their fairly dragged her to the Cabin, slamming the door in their wack. The shackles over one shoulder were dropped to the ground. Her coat was roughly grabbed by one and she was thrown out of it to the ground. The coat thrown on the bed. "Ah, now don't be like that. "The man to her left spoke as he advanced on her while the other set up shackles up to the roof. A rough kick went to her thigh and she let out a yelp of pain as she rolled to her back. "You killed me son, ye bytch. Because of you, meh wife killed herself af'er you pirates left." Using her hair, he yanked her up to her knees. "Oy, Thomas, come help me strip this whore. I been waitin years ta see tha body underneath." With the shackles set, the companion readily joined to strip the clothing off her. "Aw, look at this..Jonack dun cut into her lovely flesh."Thomas replied to his partner, his hand straying over the exposed flesh, nearly digging into the wound before running a blood soaked thumb across her nipple. "and look at this Rhett...what a fine tuned stomach.."His hand trailed down her breast to her stomach and inched downward. "Oy Thomas, I dun want Jonack killin me, come on, get her into the shackles." Rhett replied to Thomas and the two men dragged the woman to the shackles.

Ealora:Ealora screamed in pain as her wrists were placed within the cold binding of steel, her broken wrist throbbing all the more.

Crewmates:Rhett moved to the large window at the back of the Cabin and thrust it open while Thomas headed for the door of the Cabin, Rhett quickly followed but stopped only to growl in her ear"No rest for the wicked eh witch?" before he was following his companion out of the Cabin.

Crogan:While the idiots were posting the now naked woman up within her former cabin, the black hawk had docked next to the Shadow. the Captain, a greasy black haired and scruffy pudgy bastard was making his way across the joining plank to the Shadow. Andrew Crogan was as black as man as any on the high seas, but only made that way under the tutoring of Kael. He liked the seas more then land, so when this offer came up to trail the seawitch, well he jumped at it. Black eyes swept the deck then landed on Jonas. "Well were is the hellcat?"

Jonack: "Saftly tucked away below.. you wanna see " he sneered " Inspect the cargo as it were " a dark laugh.. as he eyed Crogan.. " we'res me gold.. 1000 upfront the rest when we get to Paradise Point " the sword lowered over the rail at the ganplank.. stopping Coragan from advancing.. unless he had the required gold..

Crogan:"We've got the gold...and you'll get it once I've seen she's actually been captured and is held."The sneer was returned and the man sniffed and scuffed. "Consider taking a bath Captain Jonack, you reek. Cleanliness is next to godliness, or so I am told. The Darkness will hold up his part of the bargain, the question is, have you?" A turn of black eyes to the sword stopping his progress then back up to Jonack.

Jonack: The sword was lifted.. and Crogan was allowed to pass " See for yourself.. she's chained in her own quarters.. and I'll break her thrice over before we reach paradise point.. you can assure him of that " he pointed the way.. never one to turn his back on such a man as Crogan..

Crogan: The pudgy bastard waddled the rest of the way and made his way towards the Cabin. The knob turned and the door flung open. The sight that greeted him would of been a thank you to god had the woman not all ready showed the signs of her beating. But hey beggars couldn't be choosers. Her body was all ready shuddering to the rapidly increased temperature within the room. Black eyes beheld the bruises which began to mare her tanned flesh across her stomach painted with a single line of blood from a cut on her breast. Her naked form while marred still stirred the mans loins. For a minute, he thought about offering some of his own coin for an hour alone with the woman. Black eyes turned up to her face. Hmm, behind the bruises and swelling all ready taking place, she was perhaps a beauty? Her broken wrist was taken in next, cokeed at an odd angle showed signs of what would be a mass of black and blue within the morning. The woman jerked and Crogan himself jerked in surprise. She was fighting to keep her toes centered on the floor, without much success. A dangling carp, a prized catch, strung up proudly. Crogan sniffed as the door was left open, he wasn't stepping foot inside that room, if only there was no way to retreat should Jonack decide to cut him down while he could. He gave a whistle back to his ship as he joined Jonack. Two men carried a small chest. "1,000 gold as promised. You've done the darkness a great service today...I'm not sure there is much more to break. Quite disappointed. I had this whole..image in my mind. Pity." A hanky was taken from his pocket and pressed against his nose as he sniffled again. "I'll relay your report to the darkness. He shall follow in a few days to observe the trail and execution of the seawitch...though I rather say its a poor name...seeing as she was so easily taken."

Jonack: He chuckled " There's more fight in her than you see.. she's just biding her time.. she's really a hellion.. " the deep base of his laughter flowed over the crew as the chest was broughtt forth.. "Bosun count the coin.. and each man gets a fair share.. of the thousand, on anchoring at Paradise Point.." of course the rest he would keep for himself.. that second payment was all his... and his alone.. " I bid you good day Crogan.. tell him she is in good hands " the sneer was evil and dark..perverted... as Crogan waddled his way across the gangplank.. and the Shadow released it's boarding hooks... " Furl out the sheets.. and make way to paradise point " he ordered.. before turning to grin at the helmsman.. " I'll be below.. breaking the Capt' in.. for the night "


Ealora: Though her body was hurting, her head bounding. She still managed to keep her ears open. The fools who left the window open. Left her a way to hear parts of the conversation from above. There was a Darkness that hunted her? Sam..oh Sam, I'm so sorry. She thought, she had been fighting with him for days on the whereabouts of Taylor. Had told him she suspected he wasn't coming back. That man had simply and utterly betrayed her in staying away. It had left a hole in her friendship with her first mate. Enough so the man had stayed behind in Turas Lan. Perhaps it was a good thing. He would not of given up, he would of fought to his death against her capture. She was thankful then, that the trio she had considered family were away from her. Shaden...her dear sister would of surely been put in more danger had she been there and Maahes? He could rage like a beast but would he of won here? Her heart lurched in thinking of her husband. She missed him terribly. The feel of his skin, the warmth of his body. Even his dreads and his beard, she missed. Her body shuddered against a draft of wind that came with the autumn chill. Her wrist only ached dully now, her face scrunching up as she tried to balance on her toes still. My wife...does not know fear. Maahes words rang within her head and her teeth gritted. No, she wasn't beaten and she wouldn't be, unless they killed her. She doubted it though, if they wanted the rest of the money, they would keep her alive but she would be damned if they broke her.

Jonack: Jonack moved into the captains quarters.. slamming the door behind him jingeling a small money bag.. in his hand.. " A damn sight more than I've see from you in these past years.." the leathern bag was tossed upon her desk.. with a thud " Little chilly isn't it " his fingers itched to touch her, but he just stood before her.. grinning at her like a fool... " Not so high and mighty now are we Capt' ?' he turned pouring a glass of port and slugging it down. "The one who's paying for all this.. to see you brought to trail.. his orders.. Broken. but not dead... and I am a man to be following orders.. " the glass was set aside as he drew out a small cat o nine tails... each tail knotted for deliberate increase of pain when it contacted bare flesh... moving to her he trailed if over her breast.. slapping harshly enough to bring crimson welts.. " By the end of the night you will beg me for mercy... beg like the girl-thingy you are..." he laughed.. as he brought down the thongs across her bare middrift... the cords lashing about her waist and side.

Ealora: A shudder ran through her at the chill but happened within the same moment of him closing the door. Masking it as fear. Her head lifted and through her one good eye, she watched him."Draw a picture, it lasts longer...then again, you won't last long enough to enjoy it."She sneered in return. Her wrist cried out but she took the pain as she kicked a foot out against him to the trail of the whip against her breast with a hiss. Another hiss followed her lips as the cords caught her waist and side an she danced on her toes, like a fish on a hook. She hissed again, lashing out a foot in his direction again. "girl-thingy huh? Just jealous you can't get any anymore Jonack, whats the matter, can't get it up? It comes with old age you know...you've ever right to be ashamed."

Jonack: "au contrair` I'm enjoying it already " his hand grasp her thigh to keep her from kicking.. the hold rude, and bruising against her flesh.. as he pulled her hanging body to him.. pressing her agaisnt his crotch , grinding.. " You wanna see how I get it up...?" his head dropped to feast on her breast.. biting harsly before shoving her roughly away... so that she swung back and forth like a pendulum each time she came forward the lash landed... " Beg Bytch"

Ealora: A low growl emitted from her throat as he ground himself against her and bit into her breast"Get off me you son of a bytch!". She swung back and forth, catching the lash each time forward. "Fine..LET.ME.GO!!"She kicked at him each time she swung forward.

Jonack: Laughter rang out in the cabin reverberating over the walls, harsh evil dark laughter as he enjoyed her struggles.. moving behind her he stopped her swinging with a cruel grasp to her waist.. pressing agaisnt her from behind.. "Show you how a real man takes a woman.. not a MOOR.. animal " the lash came down on her back now.. with horrifying pain.. once , twice , thrice... " Beg me to take you whore" again it rained blows on her back and buttocks leavingg bloody hash marks across her flesh.

Ealora: There was a gruttal sound in her throat, a mix between human annoyance and a panther who was pissed off as he griped her from behind. "You'd never live up to him in your wildest dreams Jonack." and the woman actually laughed, until the lash began to lick at her back again. Her back arched, trying to get away from the pain as she let out a yelp and then another and another as she wiggled against the shackles again, her toes scraping at the floorboards. "No...never...ever" Her skin felt like it was burning in the places were blood now kissed her flesh due to the cat o nine tail. Find a happy place, that is what she should of been telling herself right about now but her rage was swelling and she was thinking on how best to torture the man before killing him when she got out of this.

Jonack: Between rounds of Beating he would swig the port.. now.. he had gotton to the point where he no longer drank from the glass but from the bottle as he circled her, falling into a slowly arriving stupor.. yet he did not stop.. he continued his torture upon her body.. lashing her everywhere except her face.. shoulders, back buttocks legs, belly breast.. thighs... no inch of her was saved from the lick of the lash, soon enough though he got tired of her stubborn words and pigheadness.. " We have days lovely... days.... " he closed the window for his own comfort.. then flopped on the bed.. and into a deep sleep.. he had no remorse.. he had a ship, gold, and Ealora Mallory.. life was good.

Ealora:Each lash was torture, as much as the backhands, punches and twists of her hair. Her back all ready held scars from beatings of a lash within her past. She was going to burn every whip she ever found after this. The lashes continued like rain and each one brought a cry from her lips. Old scars were buried beneath new ones as well as completely new wounds against each place he stroke. Her voice had finally gotten hoarse from the curses spoken in Egyptian were lashed out at him with each new stroke till she had finally let out a laugh and kept laughing as he laid down within the bed. "Oh yeah, days?"Even her hoarse voice betrayed her, she was tired, extremely so. "Don't call me lovely, I'm going to be your personal demon when this is all over..you just wait." Between the pain wracking her body and the exhaustion, the pirate queen finally passed out, swinging on the hook like a naked prized fish.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Strong Adult Content. You be Warned.


Ealora: She had passed out during the night but even that could not stop her from jerking back to awareness. Back to the pain. Her wrist was screaming, her face was screaming and her body felt like it was on fire and not the good fire. Her body jerked when she awoke and she groaned, stiff from her arms being the only thing that kept her upright in the shackles. She had been in that position for ours now and her body began to cry out in stiffness as well. The shackles jingled as she tried to swing her arms, work out the stiffness in her shoulders. Her teeth gritted to keep from letting out a scream as her broken wrist wiggled within the locks. If Maahes didn't kill Jonack, she was, the first chance she got. "Jonack, wake up you prick, I need to relieve myself!"She barked towards the figure in the bed.

Pembroke: August Pembrokes ship the SeaWolf, had been on regular patrols on the northen coast of Scottland.. the grey ship seem to dissipear and reapper like a wraith against the horizon.. often he thought back to the day he and Ealora had crossed swords and words.. but to say she was on his mind often.. would be.. carrying things a bit to far.. for it was not hard for a man such as he to find a more willing and less.. bytchy companion for his bed once in port.. the poor devil who married that one was an unlucky bastard.. he chuckled to himself.. as he shinned his boots.. before taking himself topside.. for a report.. A English Man o War.. he captained.. yet.. she rode sleek and fast.. and elegant lady to be sure.. "Report Mr Brantly " he called as he moved up the steps to the for'castle , legs splayed in seagoing manner.. hands behind his waist clasp in and easy yet commanding manner " Captian.. a Ship.. just off to our starboard barely in sight... " the first mate handed him the spyglass.. and he brought it to bare on the speck.. " Have they seen us yet?" meaning of course had they changed course or anything.. at Brantly's answere in the negitive.. he nodded " bring her about starboard.. lets see who's fishing in our pond. I'm feeling lucky today "

Ealora: "Jonack!" She barked at the bed again, with only one good eye to see with, she couldn't get a good look at the bed. Her toes wiggled against the floorboards as she wiggled within the cuffs. The blood had long ago stopped, her body a painted mass of lash wounds and drippling lines of dark crust. Everything hurt as she moved, it was just the deep swelled rage and thoughts of her husband ripping Jonack head from his body, or even ripping his heart from his chest herself that kept her mind away from most of it.

Jonack: Jonack rolled to his side.. and looked at her laughing as he lumbered from the bed... " So piss yourself bytch.. " he moved toward her.. unhitching his britches bringing his manhood into his hand.. stepping before her a hot pungent stream of urine sprayed her lash ridden body.. the port and rum from the night before making it dark and strong.. knowing it would burn like.. well piss.. he laughed as he sprayed her.. trying to aim for that not so pretty face but falling short.. and getting her neck and breast.. Tucking himself back in.. he chuckled and slapped her hard.. " You think what you want matters bytch.. your dead.. you just don't know it yet " grabbing her hips he twisted her around intent on fondling her ass.. then the door was almost knocked down by the rapid succession of knocks.. as well as a paniced voice " Capt'n an English Man o War off our port side... what should we do ?" he released her letting her swing from the chains that bound her and headed out, grabbing his sword as he went.

Pembroke: The SeaWolf had got close enought now for August to Idenify Ealora's ship.. a slight smirk came cross his face as he ordered the cannons loaded and ready " Toss one across her bow to say Goodmornin boys " he orderd.. the spyglass that should roll the wench outta bed..

Ealora: A laugh followed the unveiling of his prick. "Cap'n got a small prick, Cap'n got a small prick."Much like the taunt of children when playing a game of limb and ball. The laughter was soon cut short as the hot urine began to rain down across her cuts, burning into them like a hot poker, the gag she had let loose turned into a high pitched scream. As much as she didn't want to afford him the pleasure of knowing it hurt like hell, it could not be helped. The slap sent her head backward and she stared at the ceiling even as her body was rotated, her shaking now was not from the cold of the night before, but the intense burning. Her head lifted as she realized what he was about to do and she growled in his direction"LET.GO.OF.ME! NOW!"She still wasn't about to let him take her, not while she still had breath in her body. The pounding on the door had her head turning, as much as it would go. Relief flooded through her as Jonack released her and shw swung back into position amist a growl of pain. BOOM, She heard the cannon and cursed under her breath, if it was an enemy ship intent on attacking them, she had no way to defend herself. The impact didn't come and she suddenly gasped, she KNEW that warning shot. There was only one man who did that. True she only met him but once, but then again, who else would of sent her a warning shot?

Jonack: The shot across the bow shook the Shadow Storm to it's decks.. just as the new Captain Jonack Sault arrived.. to look out over the expanse.. he recognized the ship.. he had seen it before when the seawitch had parlayed with the English Captian.. and he the girl-thingy had let her walk away.. from their challenge.. Jonack had no doubt he could deal with the Englishman as well.. perhaps even gain a second ship.. he was riding high on ego.. and full of his accomplishment of captureing and defeting the scourge of the seas.. Mallory... "Run up a Parlay Flag.. let him come to us" he ordered... " Once he steps foot on this deck.. we'll take him.. and then his ship" self confident to a fault...

Pembroke: The parlay flag was noted and he smiled.. patting his sword as the Wolf slipped into nestle beside the much smaller Storm.. still something nagged at him.. where was she.. she wouldn't run up a flag without being present.. orders passed thru his men as he readied to walk the connecting plank the two ships bobbing in tandum.. keep aleart.. first sign of trouble attack.. something.. is wrong here.. he knew it.. the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.. yet he pasted on that rougeish smile as he lept down from the plank onto the Storms decks... " Ahoy... and where is Captain Malory ?" he greeted the men befor him, though his hand stayed on the hilt o f his sword... " Do tell her and old friend has dropped round for a visit " charming english humor.. no doubt but to mistake the mans humor for weakness would be a flaw indeed.

Jonack: The sword at his hip was absently played with as eyes narrowed upon the arrogant Captain. "Captain Mallory is no longer with us, she ran off to get married. Left the ship to me as it were." Jonack hand grasped the hilt of the sword. "Next time I see her, I'll rely the message".

Ealora: She inhaled a deep breath and waited. The obvious sounds of the two ships scraping had her letting out the breath and waiting. Their mumbled voices barely made it through the walls but she knew Jonack wouldn't say she was tied up onher own ship. "I'm in here!! Damn it, I'm in here!" She yelled as loudly as an all ready hoarse voice could go.

Pembroke: His eyes roamed the deck of the ship.. noting thing were not as shipshape and tightly run as before.. lines tangled, tarbuckets spilled over the deck.. even a rum bottle rolling to and fro " reguardless of who.. is in charge now..I have the right to search you for contra.." his head tilted as muffled screams reached his ears on the wind.. " You son of a bytch " with that.. the sword was drawn his on crew leaping the deck rails.. and the brawl was on.. his target.. the big man in charge.. Pembroke of course was no small man himself.. so his sudden bullrush caught Jonack off balance. knocking him back a few paces as the sword then slashed across his dominant arm.. never.. bother with formalities in war.. and never.. leave a man his dominate sword arm if you can help it.

Jonack: His growl was low, damn bytch. He'd break her later. "Don't just stand there, get them!" He screamed at his men as they jumped the railing an the two clashed just as his men and hers had the night before. The large man stumbled backward, caught off balance and unaware, it wasn't until the sword caught his hand rather then his arm and severed two of his fingers which rolled to the deck along with the sword did he let out a scream. "son of a..."He clutched at his bleeding limb and growled low"she killed my wife damn it! as well as some of my mens family, she must pay for her crime, you even warned her of her bounty! It's mine damn it!"

Pembroke: The fact was Pembrokes men were soilders and trained not the riff raftof pirates.. and they quickly overcame Jonack's Crew.. outnumbered outgunned.. August held the wounded man at sword point.. " Your a worthless piece of trash.. the bounty is not sanction by either English nor Scottish Law.. it's worthless where the law is concerned.. nothing more than pirate warfare on their own " he growled.. motioning for a man to take control of the bleeding mutineer "Tie them all up.. serch the ship " he dissipeared into the Captians Quarters and stopped shocked at the sight before him.

Ealora: Perhaps she looked as bad as she felt, but the state he was giving her made it seem all the worse. Her head lifted as soon as the door opened. She let out a sigh of relief but after another moment of silence. Her one good eye squinted in his direction. She had never been ashamed at her body, even now bloody and bruised, she was not ashamed. She had fought and the bastard hadn't broken her. "Get me down, please.."It hurt to talk but hurt even more to beg to be taken down. She had to pee like she never had before and still piss covered and burning, she wanted a bath, she wanted the pain gone. She wanted to be home, with her family.

Pembroke: "Jesus Mary and Joseph " he cursed under his breath as he made his way to her lifting her slightly so that she wasn't hanging by the obviously broken wrist " Get the Dam Keys " he yelled out for his men to hear.. then shortly a sailor arrived with the key twisting it into the lock as his Captain held her gently in his arms "Shhhh your safe now " as soon as the shackles were removed he moved her to the bed.. placing her gently on it.. then turned to the sailor that gawked over the naked tortured woman " Serch the rest of the ship.. and make sure those bastards are shackld and chained securly in the Wolf's hold " his words spoken as a blanket was pulled about her shoulders. "What the hell happened Malory ?"

Ealora: "ow ow..damn it"she growled but not for his hold on her even though it was painful, he was trying to help her. As soon as the locks were opened, she quite literally fell into his arms, unable to hold herself up. She couldn't help the sigh that left her lips as she was placed upon the bed. Sweet relief. "My men..they are below in the brig, don't hurt those men." She allowed her one good eye to close as she turned her face away from him. Though Jonack had been in that bed only moments before, she could still smell her husbands scent, faintly there. Her head turned again, the good eye opening to look at Pembroke. "Greed" Was all she said.

Pembroke: "They'll be taken care of I promise" he moved to pour water into a basin grab a rag and move back to her... Dipping and wiping off her face from the blood from the corner of her lips.. " Lets see how bad your hurt.. and then Move you to the Wolf... " he spoke his tone gentle as blue eyes roamed her for injuries.. "lay back.. let me see your wrist"

Ealora: She gave a groan hearing the water hit the basin. Lord all mighty. Well the Englishman was going to have to do. "That can wait...Pembroke, I have to pee.."She wiggled her head away from the rag though her body screamed in protest to movement. "My wrist is broken, has been since last night, it can wait...I really need to pee..."

Pembroke: The rag was dropped into the basin .. " ok can you stand ?' he looked over to where the porceline chamber pot sat near the window.. " Or should I carry you ?" how to deal with a ladies bathroom habits was not his forte.. but in emergency such as this.. he could wing it...

Ealora: She gave a groan, not out of pain, of holding IT in. Not to mention this was an embarrassing moment. "I can not stand, you will have to help me.."Her arms were slow to move about his neck as he lifted her from the bed and carried her to the pot. Awkward to say the least of how he held her on it and she held on to him since she still swayed like she was still attached to the shackles. The woman actually started to laugh while she peed. Maahes would of killed Pembroke then and there, for holding his naked wife on a chamber pot no less! Just as quickly as the laughter came, it was gone. She missed her husband, terribly. "I...want to go home now"She had meant to say she was done peeing, what she was feeling came out first.

Pembroke: He had averted his eyes as the twinkling sound began.. staring out the window as gentlemanly as possible until she spoke... " Aye I see you home... your safe now.." he waited a moment while she finished cleaning herself and lifted her into his arms as if she were nothing more than a feather.. back to the bed.. he settled her wrapped her in a blanket and then once again picked her up.. " Your coming to the Sea Wolf so I can keep and eye on you... " there was no room for argument there.. as he strowed from the room out onto the deck, his precious cargo saftly in his arms.. " Send some men over to help sail her to her home port.. heading for Skye... and clean this mess up.. " he motioned to the mess on the deck.. Her men now loose from the hold all looked at her in disbelife.. one stepping forward to ask of her.. "She will be fine.. no harm will come to her. I swear... Make way for you home we will follow.. " over onto the Sea wolf he stepped.. taking her directly to his Cabin and putting her into bed... " I'll be back in a moment.. business to take care of " his fingers brushed back her hair from her face... " so beautiful... " trailing down to the ends.. and twirling it.. " I promise you justice will be done.. for you Malory... as soon as I see that you are ok " it was his word and his bond to her.. those men would die.. for what they had done to her...

Ealora: Each movement was a pain, another scream of her limbs and wounds but no sound came from her lips. As she was lifted off the pot, back to the bed then back into his arms. The movements were not fast but made her head swim, enough that she didn't argue going over to his ship. It wasn't until she saw the look on some of her mens faces that she realized really what he was doing. He did plan on taking her to his ship. "Wait wait..that's not necessary, Pembroke..". She cast one last look at the shadow as she was taken aboard the wolf and to his cabin. A snort followed as he brushed her hair back. "You must of been drinking, I saw your reaction when you saw me..."She retorted in a hoarse voice. "There is no need to flatter a battered woman..I appreciate your sentiments, but you do not need to make such a promise to me...I can take care of that myself, if my husband doesn't to it first. Pembroke, please..I just want to get home. I want to get back to my husband. Please."The woman had never begged a day in her life but she did plead with him now. She wanted to be back in her husbands arms, back to feeling safe. She let her good eye fall closed. She did not like the look of pity in peoples eye and though she HATED Pembroke before, she could not deny the man had done her a great service today. She might of been battered, but what did not kill her, would make her stronger. She was sure of it.

Pembroke: "Six days to port Malory " he nodded then you will be home.. " You have my word.. for now.. rest.. I'll be back shortly " he left her alone in the cabin.. and stowed out onto deck where the mutineers from the Shadow were lined up in Shackles..he moved to Jonack and without word or ceremony slit the mans throat... " The rest of them.. put them in irons below.. She will decide their fate back in Skye " he snarled.. " toss that shyte off my boat.. " he then returned back below to check on the Lady. passing a sailor in the hallway " Bring hot water, and a medical bag.. some thin pieces of wood and bandages.. " he barked.. before stepping inside his cabin..

Ealora:She could only imagine what he was doing with the mutineers and all of them would of been fine with her. A celadon eyes slid over the room as she waited, taking it in. Different then her own no doubt and frightening, not because it was different but she did not like four walls, never had. Her head jerked towards the door as he entered again and she let out a huff. "I'm not a complete invalid you know..are you going to let me do anything for myself?"

Pembroke: " you couldn't' even piss for yourself.. " he looked at her in challenge.. " what makes me think you could do anything else " he moved to her and settled near her side on the bed.. "First.. lets see the wrist.. if you dont' want to be crippled the rest of your life " he held out his large hand for her to show him the injury.. " then we will see about the others..." he spoke in that tone that let her know he was the Captain of his Ship.. and he was in charge no matter how much she battled him

Ealora: "Pure willpower? Maybe.."She retorted then let out a sigh at the tone of his voice. His ship, if she hadn't been so lightheaded, she would of fought him on leaving her own ship. He might of been Captain on this ship, his ship but that didn't mean she was going to just lay there and take it. Willingly though she held her left wrist out to him, the faint square scar on her wrist from the pirate tattoo removal was nearly hidden underneath the bruising of a broken wrist. "I need a bath...but you are NOT staying for that."Her own tone mocked him, he was Captain of this ship but she was still a Captain and she was a married woman, not at all interested in any man, besides the dark skinned bull waiting in Skye for her.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Pembroke: A knock on the door was met with and impatient come in.. as he waved the sailor forth with the things he had asked for.. splints, bandages, a medical bag.. and a bottle of whiskey.. followed by two men carrying a large copper tub, and bucketfulls of heated water.. they settled their things quickely and without looking at the woman clad only in a blanket.. already some of the crew mumbled on deck that their own Captain Pembroke was crazed.. rescuing a known pirate from bounty hunters.. he was likey to get them all hung.. soon enought they left and he turned back to her " Now here " he offered one of the wooden splints to her mouth, " Bite ... this is going to hurt like hell " once she took the splint between her teeth " If you pass out all the better.. will be easier to set it.. so don't fight the blackness when it comes " his words seemed impassive.. almost cold.. but then he looked up from the her wrist into place.. shifting and grinding them until they fell into a normal position.. it was perhaps one of the most painful joints in the body to set.. besides a knee... this he knew from being a young boy with an apptitude for climbing apple trees.. and he.. winced as the bones popped into place.. " I'm sorry " his deep timbred voice washed over her like solace... in hell..

Ealora: One celadon eye followed the men entering the room and followed them out. She made no comment to their mumbled. They were right. Why should she argue it. Her head shifted on the pillow to look at him and her mouth opened to receive the splint. She bit, hard even though he had not begun yet. She had been through a stage of hell the past night, what more was another day? Her heart was thundering in her chest as he held her wrist. Ready? Hell no! But her head jerked in a nod despite the thundering heart that protested. Her breathing had increased as well and as he cracked her wrist, the first bone popping into place, she bit harder against the splint and let out a strangled moan as her back arched upon the bed. By the time the rest had settled into place, she had spit out the splint and continued to repeat Egyptian curses throughout the room. All ready her body was reacting, deep throbbing shudders that ran from the roots of her head down into her toes. "Godddd" she breathed out. Instinctively, her other hand balled into a fist, but she had not the strength to hit him. Her head still wobbling with the shudders that ran through her, she breathed in another sigh as the pain continued to throb in her wrist. "That wasn't so bad.." Lie of course.

Pembroke:He watched her curse in a language he could not understand but the meaning was quite clear... even he understood that.. his poor mother would likely roll over in her grave to be called such awful names.. the other splints were taken up... and placed agaisnt her wristbones, and wrapped tighlty in linen gauze.. to keep them from dislodging... " Ohh good .. I was thinking we should do it again.. with you nose.. " he smiled up at her charmingly " But first... the bath.. to clean off all the... ....... blood " he was about to say piss but she was humilated enough no use rubbing salt in wounds as it were... "Once we get you clean we can put some iodine and sulfur on those lash marks and sew up any... gashes.. " he spoke almost in a dotorly manner as he poured some healing salts into the steaming water... " Don't fight me... let me lift you and put you in the tub.. your weak as a kitten.. " he looked down at her.. and smoothed her hair back from her brow.. dampened now with sweat from the pain of setting her wrist... " I'm not your enemy Hellcat"

Ealora: "Oh goody, more torture. I wasn't expecting that." Bruised lips turned into a smile as best she could at his charm as she turned her head so she could meet his gaze once again. "Well...I can't refuse I bath and to do so would probably mean I don't get one...so I won't fight you on it. For now"Her eye turned down to watch as he wrapped her wrist with splint and thin linen. It was his hand at her brow that had her one good eye lifting to meet his face again. "No...not anymore your not." Dead serious, She couldn't hate him after he rescued her and now was tending her blood and piss soaked body without even one hint of disgust. There was more to August Pembroke then she had originally thought. "You're men are right though, they would likely hang you for helping a known pirate."

Pembroke: "Let me worry about the Great English Crown.. " he chuckled.. scooping her up into his arms.. blanket and all... with two long strides he had her over the tub.. letting her feet ease in " Too Hot?" he still held her as her toes tested the water... then as she nodded in agreence it was ok.. slowly settled her into the tub.. taking the blanket from her form.. " Just soak a bit.. the powder I put in the water will help with the pain some.. " taking the blanket he moved to the door.. and opened it... calling to one of his men.. " Burn this.. and get someone to make some broth.. and somthing light.. and milk... " soon enough he had moved back to the tub lifting a small ewer " Hair first.. before the water gets to dirty " he winked at her in a warm manner before dipping the ewer in.. and pouring it over her long blood matted hair.. careful of her face and eyes.. then lathered her up.. gently.. humming soflty all the time as if she were a child.

Ealora: "You say that as if you've had enough of the English crown" Instinctively, her arms went around his neck as he scooped her up off the bed and to the tub. She couldn't help but let out a laugh, to hot? No it was perfect but his gentle care of her after their first meeting, well it surprised her that was all. Enough to make her laugh though she did become serious afterwards. "How can I not? You saved my life, I can not be any code I live by leave that deed to stand on its own. I will repay it."Slowly she sank down into the tub and let out a sigh as the hot water and the mixture eased the pain away, though she did keep her splintered wrist on the edge of the tub. Had it stung when he said to burn the linen? No, it wasn't as if she tainted it. Who would want it even washed after what happened. She understood it. Tilting her head back, she caught his wink and snorted, the pain was sharp then and she winced, damn broken nose. Her eye closed as the water cascaded down her hair, even she couldn't help the moan that passed her lips. Finally getting clean!

Pembroke: He smiled as she showed signs of actual humor that was good.. he hadn't asked.. but he suspected that she had been raped as well.. and it was a strong woman who could survive a beating such as that.. and whatever else had happened to her and still. laugh.. despite.. it all . At the little moan of pleasure he.. almost chuckled " See all English are not satans apprentices.. " her hair was squeky clean now and he rinsed it , again careful of her face... then squeezed it dry.. " reminds me of bathing my daughters... they had long hair like yours.. about the same shade... " there was a sadness in his tone... as abruptly he silenced himself.. and then dipped a rag into the water.. "lean up I'll get your back "

Ealora: "I always said my father was the best thing to come out of England." She mouth shut as she felt the water falling against her head again. There was a visible jerk in her face and in her body when it hit her head at first but she finally relaxed. It was just water. she felt the bile rise up in her throat and swallowed to keep it down. To push the whole experience to a place not one soul could reach. Her one eye opened as he spoke, ringing out her hair. "You had daughters?" Honeyed voice had actually seemed to sooth, as if telling him without words, she had once been a mother. She was at peace about her sons passing, it still ached, always would but that deep seated rage had nearly been squashed and the boots had been called Maahes and Shaden. Using her one good hand, she lifted up from the back of the tub and exposed her back to him. Riddled with old scars of the past and now marked with new ones. She would have a right to be ashamed, but she made no movement past doing as he said, for now. "No looking at my bottom now Pembroke, we're having a pleasant conversation."

Pembroke: "I'll not look when I'm washing it " he chuckled.. avoiding smoothly the talk of his family as he began almost with whisper like touches to clean her wounds..with the gentlest of hands.. the blood and grim and smell of urine washed away.. in it's stead the almost masculine scent of sandalwood.. there were no girly soaps onboard the English Warship... next came her arms and neck.. then he moved to stare into her eyes.. for a moment.. " Trust me.. I'm not going to take advantage.. " the rag dipped into the water once again.. as he washed the caked dried on blood from her breast and stomach.. the oily reeking urine from her flesh.. and for a moment he thought he really killed that snovabytch.. too quickly... when his fingers found the lenghty gash in her left breast.. " That's going to need stiches.. anything.. else that bad.. besides your nose" his eyes.. moved over the wound accessing it.. as he spoke to her...

Ealora: Other women would learn to leave well enough alone. Ealora was never once of those women. "How old are your daughters?" Besides, conversation kept her mind off someone was touching her. Kept her from flinching each and every time he touched her, she might of buried the experience in her mind, her body reacted normally. "Strangely enough, I do trust you". she offered up to him but kept that one eye trained on him as she washed her body. "and my eye? No, nothing else. Everything comes in ones, never in pairs. It's a funny ol' world, ain't it?" Trying to be brave, of course. Trying to hide the pain and hurt from not only her wounds but the beating had taken something from her, part of her confidence and she hid it well, very well behind sarcastic remarks. Don't pity me, she had always given off the allure that she was a cold hearted witch of the seas with the woman of her homeland buried deep within. Skye had changed her, it had been both a blessing and a curse. The land, the people, they had changed her though the pirate had reared its ugly head only a day ago, it had been tempered, for now. "Stitch...my breast? ohhhh no, I can do that myself, give me needle, thread and a mirror."

Pembroke: Finished with her upper body he leaned in " Arms around my neck. you can lean on me while you stand and I wash your legs.. " he lifted her as if she weighed nothing and righted her.. bending to wash her long legs.. gently both Finshed with her upper body he leaned in " Arms around my neck. you can lean on me while you stand and I wash your legs.. " he lifted her as if she weighed nothing and righted her.. bending to wash her long legs.. gently both front and back... down to her toes.. he looked up at her.. " IF you try and stich it yourself.. it might come out patch worked.. " he handed her the rag all soapy and ready " I'll turn my head while you tend the nesseceries " he still stood where she could balance with one hand on his shoulder but averted his eyes.. toward the window.. of the cabin.. much like hers it was a long bank of widows that could be opened to the breeze.. before it a cushioned nook thought to small for a man Pembroke's size to sleep in... more for children...

Ealora: She couldn't help the groan that left her lips as he lifted her out of the tub to clean her legs. Lord all might, Shaden had nearly bounced back. She had never groaned and complained and here she had screamed curses with her wrist and groaned like the richardens just from being hauled out of a tub. She envied her sister then, admired her for her strength to endure and go on. The gazed at the water while he washed at her legs and toes. All ready the water had turned a darker color then before, weaving, dancing like the waves of the ocean with the movement of the body within its grasp. Had the water been this color with Shaden? Had she cringed and shuddered like she did now to see it like that? "hmm?"She snapped back into herself as the rag was passed to her hand. Awkwardly, she balanced her elbow upon him, it wouldn't do to unset the bones he had just set in her wrist as her one good hand worked to clean in between her legs. The glint of her wedding ring caught her eye and she swallowed a hard lump within her throat. Would she look this bad by the time he got her home to Maahes? Was he even there? did he survive his fever? She didn't know and her heart ached more then any muscle in her body but she had done what she had needed to do, to keep him and Shaden safe from whoever had been following her. Now it seemed to have been a named Crogan. Working for the darkness. Who was this person? She didn't know but she was the shadow, she had a darkness and this person was intent on hurting her, that meant Shaden and Maahes. She had done the right thing, but it didn't make it ache any less. The silence was finally broken when her lips parted "done". She spoke in a soft voice, betraying her thoughts were elsewhere for a time before she began to protest again. "From the way you leered at me the first time, I don't think I should trust you in stitching up my, what did you call them? 'Legendary breasts' "

Pembroke:He felt her weave and his hands settled about her waist as she finished washing, to keep her from falling and to steady her.. once she was done another pouring of the ewer over her to rinse her completely, and a clean fluffy towel about her.. " I think I've proven myself.. but if you keep bringing it up I will think you are hurt I'm not.. interested in you that way " he winked.. " There will be plenty of time when your healed to leer at your.... assets" she was scooped once more into his arms.. " I do have to say you smell better now " two steps and she was back in the bed.. " Your choice.. Dinner.. or finish up taking care of your wounds.. ?" as if on cue the door was knocked upon.. another terse "enter" and a sailor came in with a tray of soup, bread, and a pitcher of milk... it was settled on the bed beside her.. " Shall I feed you Malory?"

Ealora: Another snort and yet another wince. She needed to stop doing that. The towel was a welcomed warmth and then she was swept up into his arms and brought to the bed again. "You've no idea how good it feels to be clean."She retorted with a dry laugh before her head turned to the door and the sailor. There was a roll of her head as she turned it back to him. "I'm not completely invalid Pembroke, I can feed myself...but I'm not hungry right now, thank you. Can we just finish with my wounds and perhaps let me sleep?" It would be at least another day or two before she would even dare to touch food again, but he didn't need to know that just yet.

Pembroke:He sat the tray aside.. on a table and pulled out a few bottles from the medical kit.." Going to sting a bit.. but.. iodine and sulfur is the best thing for the lashes.. keeps em from gettin infected.. " he mixed equal parts into a small bowl.. and took a little woolen strip.. and begin to dab it onto all the lash marks which took considerable time.. front and back.. while she took it fairly well.. only a bit of sucking in thru her teeth.. and cursing into the pillow as he tended the welts on her derrier`... which was occasioned by more cursing when he blew on them each time to chill the burn of the iodine.. he chuckled at the growling.. and continued until it was all done.. " Now roll over.. and lets.. get that stitched and you can get some sleep... " already as she rolled he was threading a needle with catgut.. expertly.

Ealora: Each string might of been met with a curse on her lips but each sting also had her imaging Maahes fist punching into the face of one of those bloody mutineers. Not to mention she was going to give August Pembroke a sound lashing for blowing on the damn mixture and making it sting all the more! Slowly, she rolled over in the bed to face him. "The heavens have a sick sense of humor..you ever think of that?" Another snort and again another groan. Friggin nose. If she wasn't worried about the odd angle it would keep if it was not fixed, she would leave it. "The only thing that stops me from smacking the tar out of you is that your taking care of me for one, and two because your taking me home."

Pembroke:"Three I might smack you back if I could find a place that was unblemished" he chuckled.. as the towel was pulled down.. over her breast.. "turn on your side " he moved her into position.. lifting her arm up.. and then pinched together the flesh.. testing to see if it was too far gone to sticth.. it was still resisilant which was good.. " Want the splint to bite on again it's going to be.. painful " his words had changed in tone now... again caring and warm despite her .. harpy like shrill threats.. he knew she was just being a hardass.. and admired it a bit, even thought it was getting tiresome..

Ealora: "Four, my husband would kill you if you did. Though I doubt he wouldn't try to kill you now." She replied in the same smartass tone. Hell, she couldn't completely soften. She might of been less of a pirate, more of a woman and wife but forever still Ealora. "No, I spit it onto the floor and not about to take it into my mouth again, I'll manage."Came her reply, much softer then a moment before as he positioned her around to tend to the gash.

Pembroke: "suit yourself hellcat" he mumered as he begin to stitch.. perfect even stiches.. that would leave a bare hint of a scar.. and nothing more.. until the gashe was closed, then painted with iodine and sulphur.. " Now you can roll back over" he covered her now with.. the blanket and tossed the towell toward the tub.. started packing the things back into the medical kit.. when he abruptly turned.. taking his huge hands and sandwiching her nose.. POP.. right back into place.. before she could protest he backed up abruptly.. " I've had my own broken a couple times.. seems I have a big mouth or something.. best way is to sneak up on it.. when you not expected it.. goes quicker that way " he winced.. knowing she was going to start that heathern cussing again.. then moved to pour a stout glass of whiskey at least in this state she couldn't' chase him.. hopefully... the whiskey was handed to her.. " Peace offering?" he chuckled.. as she glared at him... " It'll help you sleep "

Ealora: The pain was perhaps milder then her wrist but still made her hiss and cuss while her toes curled inward to keep the urge just slam her fist into his face. He was trying to help. Her head pressed into the pillow, her body shuddering to keep from wiggling all over the bed. Finally it was over and she rolled to her back. One eye flew open as his palms pressed her nose. What the hell was he... POP...She couldn't stop the scream that left her lips. Her hand lifted to her nose as tears swelled in her eyes from the pain throbbing in her face, "You son of a..."She didn't finish her words choosing to let out a pantheristic growl as she reached for the whiskey glaring her one eye at him. Hell, if it was going to help her sleep. The glass was tipped back, the liquid searing down her throat and warming at her belly. The look on her face plain, she hadn't had anything hard in a long time. The glass was held out to him as she fell back against the pillows. It might of been the whiskey but she felt the weight of having near to no sleep in two days hit her all at once. As her eyes began to heavy, she let out a long sigh. She missed home, she missed the firey haired vixen that was her sister. She missed the solid mass of muscled arms of her husband that made her feel completely and utterly safe and loved. She missed the smells and sounds. "Pembroke...thank you.."She spoke in a near whisper chased by a yawn.

Pembroke: "Sleep well Hellcat " his words were nothing more than a rumble to her exahusted ears.. as she fell into a deep sleep.. the cabin would be cleaned of all remenats of her bath.. and anything that would remind her of her ordeal.. as she slept.. Slipping out onto the deck he watched the Seas.. for signs that anyone was following, the crew on high Alert... was he mad.. a English Ship Sailing into Turas Lan Harbor..... perhaps.. but he had given his word.. Just before them the Shadow Storm lead the way.. every hour or so he would descend to check on her thru the night.. until he himself.. curled his massive frame into the daybed frame of the window.. if she woke up to see it .. it was quite the amusing site.. a 6'2" man.. scrunched into four foot bed.. that would have to bring a smile to the hell cats face.

[Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem]

Maahes: Evening set behind in glorious splendor, bright gold danced around the edges of deep purple into royal blue. Red ran with orange, against the dramatic black outline of the vastly bare naked trees. Like twisted fingers they reached up into the night, baring with them Autumn's finest sights. He had always loved this time of year, the way the cold weather cleared the sky and seemed to brighten every star as if they knew the cold had been cast on the world, and wanted to warm their hearts. God was in the sky he felt him, knew him to be there watching and waiting just as he. What more could be done to ease his sanity. Would he be crazy after this entire thing was done? Not a soul other then Shaden knew of their marriage, so none knew just how badly he suffered. However, not once did he ask the redheaded vixen of her whereabouts, knowing deep down the truth would kill him. Life went on right? He was stronger then this. Days and nights turned into weeks, and weeks a month without word, and he had found himself reprising his role as active General. Days in the barracks, and nights at home he paced the floors never once to rest. Careful steps over wooden floors still could not hide his restless heart. He felt trapped, held back, and lost; lost without her. The women in the camps had taken their places among the duties, while their men worked on building their cabins for the winter. They had been kept busy with the finishing touches on the temple and kept with the upkeep of their General. Many were very thankful for the land and space, their other option was the take keep in an inn, and with all the children who would want to raise a family with drunks under their toes? Yet, many notices the difference in the Beast, for every step forward he took two back. Reverting inside his ignorant mind, even his attitude changed as no longer was there smiles or laughter, but only would he give them passing glances and darkened features. What was this man like before Ealora? They worried they would soon find out. As the night came all but one left to join their family, but with every afraid being their would be one who could face the animal with a brave kind heart. He sat alone on the edge of the balcony as always, his back to the doorway and facing the road--waiting. It was quite romantic, she mused to herself as her small hands opened the fabrics of his blanket and wrapped around his shoulders. The mug of warm spiced cider coming to rest just before him. "Things will turn around, M'lord, you will see." Her voice rang in quiet words of calm suppressing manners and gentle sounds, but before he could protest she was gone. He then left to the dark world that was his worst fears--doubt. Had he not been good enough? Had she fled from his trap? Was she alone? Was she even alive? Fears that turned to anger, but would he let it even get that far? (d


Ealora: Nights of torrent nightmares that left her more often sweating and panting, unable to sleep. There was only so much whiskey she could drink to get even a few hours sleep before she was waking. In a strange bed and on a strange ship and with a strange man. August Pembroke might of saved her from more beatings, perhaps even from the trails that lay upon the paper but he was a mystery to her. He was, not what she wanted. Often waking in a cold sweat he had been there to stave off her fighting hands and tell her it was all right but his was not the voice she clung to in the dead of night. The pirate queen had been tamed, and the charmer had been Maahes. It had always been him. Wounds had continued to be tended while the ship made its slow progress through the seas back to Skye. Her one eye had gone back to normal, at least to a point where she could open it. Her face was a map of black and blue, her body a roadmap of lashes which was hidden underneath one of his shirts, since no man ever had a sense to bring her own clothes to his ship. When they had finally reached the port of Skye, the sun was setting low upon the horizon. She had thanked Pembroke but the stubborn ass insisted on taking her home. Because of the bounty he had said and no amount of arguing she had done had persuaded him otherwise. To make matters worse, a line of Skye guard followed the single horse they rode upon. He was an Englishman, she couldn't blame them for hating him because of that fact. To be the truthful, it eased her nerves to have the line of guards trek the journey to Red Wall only after an hour of inquiring where the General was. Red Wall, she had only been there once or close to it, the peak of the Japanese temple had been like a beacon of hope. His hope, his dreams and she felt them as if they were her own. How funny life could be, she had argued once to never be a wife to hang on her husbands ever whim and here she was itching and twitching on the horse to get there. Get back to her husband. Be there for him, with him. She had told him once that she could not survive without him, could not breath without him. She had survived the beating, survived the ship home but it had been minimal. The truth was, she was whole with him. She was complete and she was...who she was supposed to be, who she was meant to be with him. It sounded crazy, even in her own head, seeing as if she were someone else but there could be no denying that she felt it, with ever fiber of her being. Maahes made her heart beat. By the time the peaks of the temple came into view she was wiggling upon the horse to get down. The nights chill easily chased from her veins by the excitement to be home. The fire within her veins to touch her husband once more. Pembroke growled and groaned about taking her the whole way, till she elbowed him in the ribs and slid bare feet onto the ground and before the man could jump down and put her on the horse again, she was off, weaving through foliage and tree trunks towards the home russet hair flying about her face. She was a crazed panther in search of her mate. "Maahes!"She called into the darkness as she neared the home. The farthermost thing from her mind was how she had left him there with no explanation. It had been necessary. She was home now. *


Maahes: The horsemen on the road had been his first sign, the path closed within the night. The sounds of their riders down the valley had echoed into his heart, and chilled his spine. It was the inside fear of a fragile mind; swayed back and forth between right and wrong Maahes could kill instantly in moods as this. He was a complex being, with a very unique style to the line of thought, and right now he was mad at himself. Mad that he let her go, or mad that he had perhaps dreamt the entire thing. Tears were not something he cried, nor was it an act he was ever known to do, but had he been another Maahes would have been a bawling mess. Yet to cry was a release and he bottled everything inside. Mixed with rage, anger, and self doubt he was dangerous to be around. However over the past few years he had learned to control, but the counter act of his actions would be for him to become silent. Raising his head at the sound of his name. "Ealora?" Was this another dream, that he would wake from and find her gone? Rising from his chair, the blanket fell away and he turned to make his way outside. The help around the house all stilled and held their breath when he passed, soon coming to stand at the doorframe to watch the reunion, and prayers were answered. Thank God. The men of Skye would go no further unto the road of Red Wall, if the Englishman would not. However under the moon their armor would be like white fire and catch the eye of the General until the line of sight was taken in, and his wife came rushing toward him. His arms would not open, to sweep her in, nor would a smile form over his face. No, not yet. Not until she explained her life away would that be afforded, and frankly he still was convinced it was her. The man she married did not stand before her, but the caged beast that was once his trademark. Silent and put together on the outside, but a complete mess inside. Anulia had redone his hair so that they fell in perfectly clean lines down his spine, but the sickness had done a number on his body. So where their was a regal royal look, the dark circles under his eyes told another story. (d


Ealora: Her steps slowed and stopped as Maahes appeared within the yard. Her lungs ached within her chest with the cold, the run and with longing but she couldn't bring herself to touch him. Not yet. She knew that look in his eyes, the stance of his body. He would throw her off the second she touched him. This was the beast. Had the guards followed her up the path to the house? Had Pembroke, she didn't know. Didn't care. The exertion had left her warmed against the chill of the night but she still shuddered, all ready feeling as if she would fall over right there. The beating had taken more out of her then she was willing to admit. Even with the look on his face, her heart was pounding in joy. He was alive, he had survived his fever. Her mouth hung open, still not able to completely breath out of her nose. She pulled in and released a few gasping breaths. "I had to.."It was the first thing she would say in her defense. "I was being followed..I couldn't let whoever it was.... hurt you.." Another gasping breath taken in. "I had to draw them away..". She inched a step towards him and then another, defiant to the end to let distance be between them, though leaving him had been the hardest thing she had had to do besides giving up her son. It was necessary and she wouldn't back down from that. No matter his rage.*

Skye Horsemen: "She is going to get it," Laughed on of the men from Skye, "He'll beat her like our enemy." The men snickered between one another atop their horses. "You should have just run off with her, English pig. She might have had a chance to survive." The men started to place bets between themselves as to how much she could take, having seen him once kick the world out of Tommy for scaring him like this.

Maahes: Out of his rage and anger he did not even notice her bruises, but when she started to speak he held together his shaken hands before bringing one to sweep back her hair exposing the sight. Nothing would pass his lips as he looked upon the beaten face of his wife and curled his freehand into a fist. "Who did this to you?" Anger always brought out his heritage in his voice, making his English sound broken and forced between his teeth. His lips parted once more to protest, to speak out his anger, but nothing could be found. You should have waited for me..told me..His eyes spoke for him, and even watered at the sight of her wounds. "Where else?" He wanted to see the rest, to know the damming done, and at the moment would not care if she were naked in front of everyone. (d


Ealora: She visibly flinched when his hand raised, it was in reaction, not him. Her eyes briefly closed, the swell of a lump in her throat making it difficult to swallow for a moment, difficult to talk before it was pushed down with a hard swallow as her eyes opened once again. "The man who started it, is dead...his men...are in the prison you put me in before. I told them to hold them there till you came." They had been her men once, yes they had even betrayed her, partly for greed and partly for revenge. She could not fault them for wanting revenge on the woman she had been. It was the reason why she could not decide their punishment. See how much the woman had changed? I couldn't let them hurt you...couldn't let them get to you. Celadon eyes searched his face. Her breath hitched in her throat at the mist of his eyes, the feel of his anger. A blank stare was cast around, mildly taking in the servants behind him, the guards behind here. "Not here..". She had never been embarrassed of her body, nor was she now except that people would talk and she did not care for others knowing what was personal between her and her husband.*


Maahes: His eyes parted from her to take in the sight of the men just off her shoulder. His men surrounded a man, one who did not look dangerous by any means, but one that looked no doubt. The flat lines of his lips were brushed with the air forced from his nose in his heavy breath, "Fine." Turning his face over his shoulder he opened his lips to bark his order, "Take her inside and clean her up." He spoke to the maids, and they quickly moved forward. "Put her in my bedchamber to wait for me." Returning dark eyes to the men on the roads one hand would signal and their swords were drawn and they moved to circle Pembroke. Without a single word to he moved forward giving Ealora one of those, 'obey or he'll be killed.' looks.

Maid: The same maiden from before came forward and put her hand upon Ealora's arm as her husband walked towards the men. "Come inside, M'lady. Let us get you prepared for him, yes?" Like she was some horse waiting to be rode. A toy to set upon the mantle. That was how they all figured he saw her, but little did any know how wrong they truly were. (d

Ealora: Her mouth parted, ready to spit words back at him. What the hell was she a doll?! Even after all the tender moments between them, there was still that defiance, that rage he provoked within her and the flame of it raged within celadon eyes. Her chin tilted upward, defiance in her face but she turned her gaze to the maid and then back. Pembroke had saved her life, she owed him the same so she would go but not before lowering her voice to her husband before he walked off "He may be an Englishman Maahes, but he saved my life." Her attention turned to the maid once more. That daggered stare went to the woman without hesitation. "I am not some whore for his bed for the night..do not treat me as such, I am his wife." She still had fire though she visibly had flinched when the woman touched her. Still, she did as her husband and the maid did and moved inside without a further word to any of them.*


Maid: "No body would dare call you a whore." The woman still kept her smile even though Ealora's harsh words rang deep inside. Her gentle hands would lead Ealora down the elaborate yetsimple walls of the traditional Japanese style temple. The wooden floors were perfectly polished making them seem like glass was in their place, the walls made of the thick paper in places, and handcrafted wood carved in another. The ceiling was high, vaulted giving the spaces a larger feel then what they were. The sliding door slid open giving way to the large open room that would be the washroom. A deep wooden cutout in the floor was filled with steaming water, that ran from the hot springs of the valley. It was able to be shut off and opened back when needed. The windows made up the walls, giving the room the feel it was out in the open, but the steam and fire filled the room with warmth. "Come now, take ease inside the water. "The mistress of this home will be pleased to see you use this, she bathes outside with her elephant." The woman shook her head and then moved to lay out a robe, made of finely spun silk and decorated with the cherry blossoms native to the lands. Moving then to slide back another door, a fire crackled from inside before the woman returned to the room. "His bedchamber is just there, should you need any assistance my name is Agetha Morrie, do not hesitate to call."


Maahes: Outside the distance was quickly closed between he and this Englishman, and nothing would be said. Eyes met eyes, and stared one another down as if speaking in silence about the distaste for the other. You do not have to like me one bit, but I will not give you any reason to think any kindness about me. "Take him back to Turas Lan, and lock him with the rest." The reins of the horse was taken by Maahes's powerful grasp, "In the same cell with the men who did that to my wife." What a sight that must have been, a man eye level with the horse, barking orders to the men who held his life. August Pembroke perhaps had met his match as he disappeared into the night, for now a prisoner for his kind deeds. (d

Ealora: The layout of the home made it easier to be within four walls. That was certain as she took her time to follow the woman, letting her eyes slide over as much detail as possible in passing. Celadon eyes passed from the steam filled hole in the floor to the woman then back down. The woman might miss the perplexed look on Ealora face for it was gone in an instant, mistress of this house? Slowly, she sank from the floor and wove her hand through the water. As if make sure it was real. What the hell was an elephant? She wondered as she flicked her wet hand at the water. Celadon eyes rose to the woman as the robe was laid before her then moved up to the woman's face and then back down again. She waited at least two more beats before the tunic she wore was pulled over her head and tossed aside. She had bared the marks of the beating for how long now and still the sight pulled at her soul. Torn between anger and understanding. She had deserved this right? For what she had done to their families? Actions had consequences, she shouldn't of been an exception. Very slowly she stepped into the heated water. A good bath always seemed to relax her but somehow she could not stand to linger long. She washed as quickly as she could, keeping her wrapped and bound wrist from the water, awkwardly cleansing her body and hair as if the water would turn to the very fires of hell that waited for her after death. The nearby towel was used to wipe the water from her body, carefully as to not agitate the lash wounds or the stitching at her breast before being tossed aside and the robe pulled on. A welcomed and odd change, even she could not deny the silk felt good against her still sore skin. She was getting used to working with one hand but briefly lay her bound wrist against the ties in order to knot it before moving into the chamber that was Maahes. What was going on outside? She should of stayed and defended Pembroke actions, but the look from Maahes, she knew he would not make a threat he did not intend to keep. Slender arms curled around her sides as she moved about the room, taking in every little detail to keep her mind off the rage of her husband and the rage she fought to temper within herself.*


Maahes: Everything about that room was him. The weapons that lined one wall, the carved wooden masks that was his secret collection. From all over the world he had collected them, from tribes to towns the artisans had always been surprised to learn his interest in them. A man who could not hide, found comfort in them being anything he wanted when they were worn. The African animals mixed with the Oriental designs somehow were an imprint of his Arabian heritage. The picture like symbols matching that of the only language he could read even though he could speak many. However there was one wall that should have been open but a drape hung over the window. What was he hiding? Before she would have time to look his body stood within the door frame. Of course saying nothing he met her eyes, the fire light burning inside his Amber orbs as he took a seat against the edge of the bed. He knew he would need to sit down for this he already felt weak in the knees. A moment of silence would pass before finally hips lips would part to whisper. "Show me." Was she prepared for his reaction? This violent anger that merged inside like boiling water that was about to explode?

Maid: The servants prayed as they left the temple for the night to be with their families. A little girl watched from a few doors down as she waited on her mother, but was quickly scooped up, "Come Eppie, it is time we go home." (d

Ealora: The masks were lovingly touched, where others might not even dare. What did she have to loose? This was something she didn't know about her husband. He liked masks. Her lips twitched slightly in a smile. She turned towards the drape and reached for it, till she felt him there and she whirled around to watch him. Her body followed in a turn yet not moving as he moved to the bed and sank down. He had seen her face bruised before, when she had murdered Marcus and Vola. The look on his face then had pulled at her heart and she hesitated now to show him the rest of her body. She didn't fear his rage like others did. She matched it, she fought it with ever fiber of her being. Just like she had fought loving him and had lost. It was the only battle she had ever been glad to loose and for the first time ever she was ashamed of the marks on her body, only because she could not bear it if he was disgusted with it. Slowly she moved her bound hand to the ties and held on while using her one good hand to pull the ties open. Her fingers ached from her injured hand but she used them to pull back the lines of the robe and slid it from her shoulders. From neck to ankle she was covered in lash wounds, her stomach a morbid looking painting of black and blue and that single gash upon her left breast, shown closed. Her backside much the same story as her front in lashes and she turned full circle, so he could see all of it. Her lips pressed firmly closed as she turned once more and finally stood forward to face him.*

Maahes: It was when she turned did he stand, slowly as if to scream his teeth clenched close as he held it in. Rising only to fall he slowly missed the bed as he came to his knees. The sight had brought him down, to where none could ever get him. His knuckles were white as his fists clenched, but it was the look on his face that could kill. Eyes burned, Lord how they burned. Hot fiery embers filled to the brim with boiling water as the tears threatened to drown him. He tried to control it but no matter how hard he struggled the wet lines ran his face. "They.." His words were almost lost, "whipped you?" Oh God! He wanted to cry, no he didn't want to cry but there he was. Trying to stand he brought one foot to press him up but only sat backward and hung his head. He was a fighter, God damn it! Get up! Sucking in a breath his lip quivered as finally the flood broke free from the rush of emotion. The past month lost in open sobs that he hung his head in his hands to hide. Shame, anger, relief; all at once mixed together until not even he could keep from falling. (d

Ealora: There was that feeling again, that strangle of a knot within her throat, hard to swallow. She could only nod her head to the question. The look upon his face said it all, the tears that raged down his cheeks. She had kept from crying while Jonack had beat her, not to keep the satisfaction from him but because somewhere inside, she had felt she had deserved it. Would she voice it now though? No, because with that look on his face, she did not feel that way anymore. Hang the robe, she crossed the distance between them in two steps and sank to her knees as she curled her fingers around his hands at his face and brought them downward only to bring her hands up again to run her thumbs against his cheeks, soothing the tears that still seemed to fall. "I'm ok...it will be ok...they will fade.."Was she trying to be brave for him or for herself? Both. Hold me. Her body spoke to him though her lips did not move.*


Maahes: Amber eyes were pale with the rush, due to the redness of the reflective white. Yet when his back fell against the bed he pulled her as gently as he could to rest against his chest. Careful, his arms wrapped where he would think it would not hurt her. She soothed him, with her words, with her touch and heavy deep breaths were forced in and out of his lungs to calm himself. "That will be enough for tonight.." His lips closed but his forehead came to rest against her own. Pulling the robe around her without breaking his face from her own his eyes closed, and his sniffles would be all that left him. I'm so ready for this to be over. "I arrested the man with you." He blurted without thinking, opening his eyes to catch her own. (d

Ealora: She relaxed against him, pressing into his lap as her arms wrapped around him. For a moment, she let her eyes fall closed. There it was, that feeling of being completely whole, of being in the right place. I know. Her eyes flew open as she raised her head from his own"What?! Why did you arrest him? Pembroke saved my life...he didn't hurt me."*

Maahes: Maahes closed his eyes and pressed his head back against the bed to take in a deep breath. "Don't question me right now." He barked, knowing full well he should not have done such a thing. The man was on the brink of insanity, as it was. Would she really question him? "I'll release him in the morning..or now if you wish." He kept his eyes closed as he leaned against the bedding. Raising his well worn features to her he sighed once more as the serious manner fell over him like a mask. "Ealora.." Her name always rolled over his mouth so strange in his deep accented voice. "Don't do that again." and then he would say a word he very very very rarely spoke,"..please." (d

Ealora: Reaching her good hand upward, she stroked his dreads backward and let her thumb run downward across his goatee. Lord how she had missed him. "In the morning..I want you with me here..tonight. Lord I missed you" Slowly she leaned her forehead against his again, even as he gave her that serious look of his. Her fingers stilled in their stroking over his goatee for a moment. A frown pulled on her lips, but only because she felt how it had hurt him, this whole thing. "I won't, I promise." Honeyed voice was soft, still soothing but held an air of seriousness to it. She meant it.*

Maahes: He nuzzled against what was clear upon her skin, careful not to hurt her in anyway. "I've missed you.." He was surprised at how much he had truly been lost without her. A man who had sworn himself to a lifetime without love was falling deeper and deeper into her arms. "What can I do for you? Are you hungry? Do you hurt?" His eyes opened to find hers but closed again with another brush of his temple over her own. Careful hands ran careful fingers over her sides in peaceful motions as he was at her every whim. (d

Ealora: She hummed a soft moan of contentment. Here in his arms, she could let anything go. Hopefully there would be no nightmares tonight. "You can tell me how you have been...You haven't been sleeping, I see that much about you." She curled so easily into his lap. Yes she did hurt, with every movement but there was nothing that could be done for it. She didn't want to be dotted on much as it made her smile that he seemed curled around her fingers then. She could probably ask for a star and he'd find a way to get her one. She wanted to know about him then, though it was quite painful to know she was not there when he came out of his fever. "Have you eaten at all?" Her head tilted downward as he rubbed his forehead against her own, it was to press hers against his own and keep her nose from being bumped. After a moment her head raised, she cupped his face between her hands, running her thumbs around the curves of his cheeks and the outline of his goatee. "You've had your hair done I see." I've missed you so much, I love you. So much.*

Maahes: "Why do you even ask such a thing?" He questioned her and closed his eyes as her hand ran down his face tilting into the touch. "I thought you were dead, everyone knew but me. No body told me." No he hadn't slept, not enough to count, only when he could not go any longer. "and yes..Anulia has been busy. She's not left my side.." As a matter of fact where was she? Tending to Komor he had no doubt. Shaking his head at her question of eating, one could tell as the sickness mixed with the worry had thinned his face out and shed away a few pounds. No there would be no nightmares tonight, he would not let her. Somehow he'd find a way inside her dreams and fight them off. "She decorated the room." Eyes rose to the walls the eyes of the masks staring back. Lord, Galen would be having a cow. "Do you like it?" (d

Ealora: "Because I'm not a mind reader"She teased lightly though the tease in her tone fell away with his words. "I'm sorry.."Meant for his worry and fear. "I'm a fighter though...it would take a lot more to take me from this world and you." There was a pinge of jealousy, Anulia had been there where she should of? Had been taking care of him. "Well then we'll have to get you something to eat." Though she did lay her head back to his shoulder as she gazed about the room. Anulia had done this too? Hmmm. "I do like it. She has a homey touch. Whats there though?"she pointed to the drape hanging down. Darn thing just wouldn't get out of her mind.*

Maahes: "It is for you, but you can only see it in the day light. It would not be the same." She pressed her head back and tucked his chin against her hair, inhaling the scent that he missed so very much. "I will show you the rest of your home if you'd like." He pressed his lips against the top of her head for a gentle kiss. "Our home." The realization hit him at once, that things did not go as planned, "I did not carry you over the door." Though he had been sleeping in this house without her, and with another woman. "I will when you are healed. Tomorrow I will have Anulia see to your wounds." The palm of his hand fell down her arm but stopped just before her bad wrist. "I worry about it's healing." (d

Ealora: "For me...in daylight?"Now that peak her interest. Oh she could be a bad girl and tease him with her hair till he relented but no..she would be a good wife. For now. "Our home"She mimiced his voice in a soft humm then let out a laugh. "What is carrying me across the door supposed to do?" Her eyes turned downward to watch his hand on her arm. "She can but Pembroke is quite skilled in healing..I'm rather surprised though reseting the bones in my wrist was the most difficult. This'll take longer to heal, everything else will take time." The nightmares had been hard to escape even if she had pushed the experience down to a place not even he could touch. It was just her way; bury it completely. Tilting her head backward, she placed a gentle kiss against the curve of his cheek before leaning her head up again. "We should get you something to eat. I don't like that you haven't eaten.."*

Maahes: "I don't want to move you." Would he sit there all night? Yes. "I thought husbands carried their wives over the doors to their new house. Good luck I think." They need it. "As your husband I will carry you anywhere you wish." It amazed even he how perfect they were together. How life did not live until he met her. "I'll carry you through this." He meant that with all his heart, the healing. She would not need or want of anything as he would take the time from his duty to be with her. As a good man should, she would be taken care of like none before her had. "Name it, and it will be brought to you." Though the floor was getting cold, and hard against his backside he would sit there all night if she wanted. (d

Ealora: She hummed a soft laugh as she wiggled within his lap, only to shift away from his lap though she winced with each prickling pain against her skin, she hid it behind a smile. It was easy to push the pain aside with what he spoke in her ear. Tugging gently on his hand, she rose from the floor. "Then carry me across the doorway...don't worry about my wounds. I want you to do it. Then take me to bed and hold onto me, sleep with me. We'll get a good nights rest an in the morning you can show me what's behind that drape and then the rest of the house after breakfast. I'm going to make up our time apart, I promise you."She couldn't with the one hand pull him up from the floor, he was just to...well big but she continued her tug anyway's as a smile curled her lips. *

Maahes: His legs felt weak underneath him, but still he rose unable to pull his eyes from her as if he were afraid to close them. He was afraid this was all a dream, and he'd wake up to find her gone. She would rest tonight, but it would take him hours to sleep for this fear. Her hand was curled inside his own, and his lips came to fall against her own. The realization hit he had not even kissed her since she returned. Proof! He needed proof! Her gentle lips were captured with his own, as well her cheek lightly with his hand. When I look at you..I'm home. (Finding Nemo) Breaking from the kiss he let his lips linger against her cheek as he whispered. "You are safe now" No one will harm you." Bending to take her into his arms he lifted her body with ease. Over the threshold and back again he laughed with the action, but soon crossed back to the bed peeling back the covers and easing her against them. Tucking her into the bedding he took a step back to blow out the paper lanterns and start to undress. The only thing then lighting the room was the dimming fire in the fireplace, and the moonfalling in from outside. In his sleep pants already the cool bed felt wonderful against his bare chest, but not as wonderful as moving his hand to find that of his Ealora and holding it tight. (d

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Posted for the player of August Pembroke(and no I don't play him)

Six days... in six days God had created Heaven and Earth and all things upon it... six days... to Turas Lan.. where he had promised her to return her to her home.. six days and nights.. as she mended and healed..both emotionally and physically... Six days that seemed like and eternity.. but over all to fast.. how was it that when he was with her.. time both seemed to stand still... and speed up at once...?

She was irritating beyond belief with her bravado and sheer hateful nature.. to put it plainly the woman was a bytch.. crossed with some sort of stubborn jackass blend of human woman..but the first night.. when in her sleep she had cried out... screamed in terror filled dreams.. until he took her into his arms holding her tightly against her fighting and flailing so she could not do further damage to her broken arm.. finally only easing back into sleep when she was restrained.. He had to admit ... she tugged at something in him that no other had.. since Anna... his wife... somewhere in those six days.. somewhere in holding her while she slept.. forcing her to sip broth.. and let him tend her wounds.. somewhere in between the cursing and raging.. he found himself admiring.. even liking the hellcat.. She was a fierce woman.. and independent spirit.. with a broken soul of a child...

It was both with relief, regret and trepidation he sailed the Sea Wolf into Turas Lan Harbor, under a white flag, greeted by flanking Skye Ships with cannon at the ready she settled and dropped anchor.. as one of the Skye Captains boarded the Wolf to see what the hell was going on..

Captain McDounah of Skye : " Well, this isn't a site we see everyday in Skye.. a English Warship turning herself in.. willingly " his hand on his sword .. ready to draw at any moment.. his men behind his back armed to the teeth.. this would be a pretty feather in his cap and have the Duke's attention.. he thought as his eyes roamed the heavy warships pristine fittings and cannons with covetous glee..

Pembroke: " Tis not surrender nor acquiesce that brings the Sea Wolf into your harbor.. but My word to A Lady to see her home... I believe you know.. Captain Mallory.. she sails for Skye... she was set upon by mutineers.. and I came to her aid.. her ship lays in this harbor now.. question her men if you need... proof.. I gave the Lady my word to return her to her Husband.. Lord General Maahes Azim Assad... and that is what I intend to do.. However I will not.. discard and escort if you deem it necessary to show me the way" his voice carried authority.. was bold.. powerful and staunch.. he would not be deterred from his task.. " However my men.. will be left unmolested as will my ship till I return and sail her out of the Harbor.. " he eyed McDounah with eyes that were hard blue stones of pure dominance..

Captain McDounah: " I would see this Captain Mallory.. I doubt even you with your" he looked around the warship " Battleship could have managed to get her off hers..." a wave of his hand sent one of his men back to the Skye Ship to send another to find out from Ealora's crew if the Englishman was telling the truth. Meanwhile Pembroke escorted him into the Captains quarters to see for himself that indeed Ealora Mallory Assad was... in his care.. and had certainly looked better.. She also confirmed his story. "I do wonder at your sanity.. you could have sent her back on her own ship.. why risk.. you ship, your men, and yourself.. to bring her home to her husband?" Mcdounah was sincerely puzzled.. he knew he would have never done such.

Pembroke: " I gave her my word" that was the answer.. short.. consice.. true..

So it was that McDounah's Men would row the Pair of Ealora and Pembroke to shore.. then arrange for horses.. in which August carried her in his lap atop his own horse.. for fear that she could not properly control a horse with her injuries and a broken arm.. it seemed to take a lifetime...to get to the settlement called Aka Kabe.. where her husband was... but time seemed to fly by.. as the seconds passed that she would be in his arms.. it was with a lurch of his heart.. a pain. almost.. that she slipped from his grasp and went running to her husband.. but wasn't' that how things were supposed to be...? Wasn't that the way Anna and the girls.. Chloe and Cate greeted him after a long voyage... except the last time... the last time he had set foot on English soil... He shook off the feeling and steadied his pulse.. willing away the pain under his ribcage.. as he guided the horse to the temple.. and dismounted to meet the Man.. who had won the Hellcats heart... patiently he waited with a stoic and impassive face as they held their tender reunion...


(Sometime Later)

Taken into Custody and Tossed into the Turas Lan jail.. in the same cell as the some of the men who had mutinied against Ealora.. Pembroke knew he was in.. dire trouble... it started the moment the guards walked away.. like a mob they flew at him, hands, fist, feet.. even the wooden bench for sitting upon was torn into pieces and used against him.. 6 on one was not good odds even for a stout and angry man like Pembroke..

The fight.. lasted more than he expected..it seemed to drag on for hours becoming a slug fest as if he were some kind of warfare training dummy.. punch drunk he barely defended himself in the end.. send to his knees with the whack of the flat of a board.. against his skull.. the lights went out... a bloody haze covering his vision... no good deed.. goes unpunished.

The next morning would find him alone in a cell.. face down in a pile of musty straw.. some kind of Scottish dance was thrumming inside his skull.. and he had been run over by horses... a whole regiment of calvary it seemed.. a moan.. of pure agony.. and then.. blessed darkness's.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Ealora: She had searched for the Gilded Lily for about an hour. No one knew where it was for it wasn't open yet. She resigned to the fact she would have to visit her sister tomorrow. It tugged on her heart, to have ties to two people and both of them at a personal war. Even the rumors were starting to irritate her. What had Maahes said to her sister to make the woman run off? It could not off been good. The added fuel to the flame was the rumors that an English Captain who had come so willingly into Turas Lan was STILL in jail. Mahees had promised her damn it! The fire was raging in her and she found she could not return to the streets were her bull of a husband still probably stood as if nothing had happened. She had thought to wander aimlessly, to sooth the rage that had built within her but found herself standing in front of the very jail she had graced within mere nights of arriving in Skye. "I'm here to see Captain August Pembroke."She told the guard at the door who looked surprised that a lady was going to visit a prisoner. There would probably be rumors the next day of the woman who went to visit the hated English, that woman being Ealora Malory and with her and Maahes marriage still a secret, god only knew what they would whisper about her visit but her head was not in the rumors that would likely come as she was lead inside and signed her name to the parchment before being lead towards the cell that held her friend, yes in the days they had spent together, he had become her friend though she hadn't spoken of it. She would of laughed for he was in the very cell she had been in on her night within jail but the look of him. She was horrified, what had happened?! "Let me inside..now" The guard accompanying her jolted back in surprised"Madame I cannot allow..."His words were cut off by a sharp stare from those celadon eyes of hers"I said...now." the door was unlocked and she flowed inside without another word to the guard, her eyes were on Pembroke. "Pembroke?" Her heart lurched in pain, after all he had done for her...and she had let him be taken.

Pembroke:He sat sullen on a pallet of dirty straw.. he had been beat to near death.. but had mangaed to kill two of his attackers in the process.. with his bare hands before the gaurds had hauled him out.. and put him in a cell alone.. now chained like a dog to the wall.. dark curls matted to his skull with crusted blood..leaned back.. eyes swollen shut.. his face looking like more chopped liver than man.. The gaurd annouced a visitor for the prisoner.. and he didn't even move.. save the bare opening of one eye to glance thru the bars... as she started caterwalling about being let in.. a partched voice forebade it " Keep her away from me.. " but it was too late the coward of a gaurd let her in... " Go away Malory..this is no place for you " he coughed slightly the effort jingeling the chains at his wrist and neck.. " Go away " it was a weak push he gave her sending her away. If her being brought home by him was punishable by jailing.. what would her husband do to her.. if she was caught here... " you cannot be here go"

Ealora: "Take those off him..." She turned a shocked stare to the guard at him being restained. "I can't...he killed two of the other prisoners.." She moved to her friend, disregarding fully his words as she lifted his head with a push of her fingers on his chin as her other hand brushed the hair away from his eyes. "Those men you put him in with attacked me, he rescued me from them, what did you think they were going to do when you put them in there with him, he isn't going to hurt me, get the damn keys, and some rags and water. Now!" The guard didn't move and she rounded towards him. "The General put him in with those men.."the guard stammered in reply and the man actually took a step back at the flame dancing in the woman's eyes. "The General?"She questioned before gritting her teeth, her rage anew. "I cannot tend his wounds with him hanging like this...take him down, now..." She turned away from the man again to Pembroke. "You forget I was a pirate hmm Pembroke? Jail is a far cry from where I should be.."Honeyed voice was nearly soothing. A jingle of keys announced the guards return and he actually let the man out of the cuffs, hell let the General deal with the fiery eyed demon woman. A small table and bowl of water and rag were brought in by another guard. Ealora pressed her body into Pembroke, to help hold him up while the locks were taken off and slowly she eased him to the floor, her voice lowered to whisper in his ear. "I'm so sorry" It was rare the woman ever apologized and in such a sincere manner.

Pembroke:He just stared at her, no words.. as the cuffs and collar were unchained.. he slumped.. to the floor.. as if the chains were all that had been holding him upright... the effort not to cry out evident in his form.. solid and strong now quivered with relief of the pain that had been brought about by the chaining.. her touch however was not to be born.. his hands pushed her away " I said leave..." he growled.. " You've done enough.. go back to your husband where you belong " he moved to the side as if to gain his feet and faltered leaning back against the wall.. and glaring at her.. thru the swollen lids of his eyes

Ealora:"I'm not going anywhere you ass, now lower your voice. No one is supposed to know of our marriage yet.." she leaned back as he brushed her to try and push her off but moved toward again as he tried to stand and fell. Gripping his chin between her fingers with one hand, she brushed back the hair from his eyes with the second again, to take a look at his face. She let out a sigh as she released his face only to stand and move to dip the rag into the bowl. "I didn't know he arrested you till he came back in...he promised to release you the next day." She spoke as she rang the rag out only to dip it back in and ring it out again. Her voice dropped as she moved towards him with bowl in one hand, rag in the other. Slowly she lowered to her knees, setting the bowl on the ground and raising her fingers to push up on his chin once more. "He would of killed you had I not gone inside. I know him Pembroke, I know when to push his buttons and when not to. I promised to repay what you did for me, I do not make a promise I do not intend to keep. Pitted against your life and obeying him, I had to do the latter, much as I hated it." Slowly the cool rag was pressed against one swollen eye. "I didn't know till now he placed you in with those you captured in my defense....I am so sorry, had I known, I would not of left you in here. Please believe that." Even if it had been jealousy which drove her husband, THIS was pushing it to far. Her beloved had a lot of explaining to do.

Pembroke:"Perhaps he was to busy with your reunion.. to remember a promise" sarcasm at it's finest.. he winced each time her hand drew the rag across his face.. she continued to speak but he had gone stone cold silent.. "Do not worry over me go back where you belong " his hands lifted to capture her hand " I do not want you here..." his anger was palpable and weather he believed her or not he was afraid.. not of her but of his own temper that he would lash out and hurt her.. the fine line of control had been breeched and so in flowed the anger.. welling up inside him unable to be contained.. his voice was gritted out between his teeth " Get out "

Ealora:"Maybe..."She winced as she pulled the rag across his face. She knew that pain, he was perhaps the only person to understand it hurt her to hurt him. She stopped when he captured her hand. Celadon eyes went to the floor then back up to his face. "Your chyt out of luck then, I don't belong anywhere and I don't care whether you want me here or not, I'm here." She wiggled her hand from his grasp. She knew anger well too, knew that his hissed words was meant but she stayed, not because she was not afraid of him lashing out at her but because he had held her when she lashed out in her sleep. Even when she had awoken and was still biting mad and lashing, he had held her. "You damn stubborn Englishman, I'm half English and just as stubborn. Now shut up and let me help you, where else are you hurt?"

Pembroke:As she pressed her luck again he grasp her by the good wrist roughly pulling her agasint him.. his words whispered low for the guard to not here " I will not see you harmed futher.. take yourself from here.. I can bear anything as long as you are safe.. do no.. undo.. the only thing I've done right in five years... saving you.. you have your life back.. there is nothing... you can do for me now.." the intent stare from beneath the swollen lid would convince her of his words.. in five years since his family had died August Pembroke had cared for nothing or no one... that changed.. because of her... " Do not take that away from me Malory... the trial is set.. He means to hang me.. there is nothing you can do.. but...not...make me loose my dignity... by watching you...throw away what you desperately sought to return to" without warning he kissed her forehead softly " I insist you go...now "

Ealora:Her breath held as he pulled her close to him and all she could do was stare him in the eye. The breath was let out in disbelief "Trial?" There was true hurt in celadon eyes then. Where she was careful to mask any and all feelings to people who did not know her, she was unable to do it here. "You saved my life Pembroke and like it or not, by my own principles, part of my life is bound to you, bound to repay you. You will not hang, I swear it. Even if I have to hang myself in your defense. I fought to return to my...to him"Least the guards hear her, she continued after a minute."But I would not be able to stand by and see the man who saved my life and within a few short days, became a good friend of mine hang. There is danger around every corner right now August, I need you my friend, please." She gripped his hand within her own and sighed. "Skye gave me the chance to change, please let me help you, allow me the chance to give you the same opportunity. Do not make me leave..."

Pembroke: " you will do no such thing.." his fingers trailed down her cheek softly... " you will live.. and carry on no matter what happens.. promise me that.." his eyes bore into hers.. she could not refuse him this.. she couldn't... it was the only thing he could cling to that at last.. he had done something Anna would have been proud of him for.. he had done the right thing.. and since not feeling anything since his family's death.. finally he had felt.. good.. about something he did.. saving Ealora... " Now.. take yourself from this place.., I thank you... for getting the chains released..go home.. and think no more on this " his fingers settled on her shoulders and pushed her away.. it was final he was sending her away..

Ealora:"I promise you..I will live..I will promise that much but no more." She pulled his hand from her cheek only to set the rag into it while she pressed her cheek against his own. She would do as he asked in leaving, but he was sorely mistaken if she would just let this go and not fight for his rights. "Keep a weather eye open.."Honeyed voice whispered softly into his ear before she rose and moved to the open cell door and out. Leaving him there on the floor, but NOT forgotten.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Warning: Adult Situations

Kael:The news from Crogan that the seawitch had been captured and was being taken to Paradise Point was perhaps the best news that Kael had ever gotten. The man seemed to be walking on clouds though his demeanor had never changed, he seemed to be lashing out at the men less and even enjoyed talking of gathering supplies for their own journey to Paradise Point. To bad good news could only last so long for the night before their scheduled departure, a man came running in, huffing and puffing about an English Ship had been spotted and that the seawitch was on it. Badly beaten but alive and saved from a mutiny that surely would of meant her death. No person had ever died quicker as the lad who bore the ill news for Kael the Darkness. Rumors flitted around town after that night, of the General sickness, the courtesans attention to him and then the return of Captain Malory, even the capture of her rescuer should of brought the man SOME elation but it had not. Now the cries were going out around town of a young boys murder, slit from gut to neck, he had been found in a ditch and the cry for justice for his and a guard and horses murder rang together. It almost made him laugh, stupid peasants. Instead it made him rage, sending things flying to and fro within the farmhouse. The dismal sitting room looked worse then their arrival. The large chair overturned, the table broken in two, whiskey running down the walls and pooling in broken bits of glass. The Darkness the cause of it, standing in the middle of the chaos, screaming in rage at the top of his lungs.

Malice:The sounds of her hands clapping together were perhaps tinged with hatred and jealousy " Bravo " clap clap clap.... " If you expect me to clean up this mess because of your temper tantrum.. your wrong " the dark grey woolen dress would have looked drab and dingy on anyone else.. but her pale coloring and dark hair.. pulled back severly from crystaline blue eyes.. made the contrast all the more striking.. her hands laced across her middle as she glared at him like some dark demon.. did her eyes actully catch the lite of the fire and reflect it.. or did the anger in her burn so brightly it shone from inside.. that was a question that would often plauge the darkness's mind.. on more occasions then naught.. " You forget that Perri has a plan to take her.. do you not think he will come thru for you...?" a dark brow raised as she moved to pick up the half full liqour bottle.. abrupty slinging it across the room to explode against the wall.. her rage as real as his own... as she turned slowly to face him.. " I could just kill her be done with it "

Kael:Dark eyes turned to that of Malice. Lord how the woman infurated him sometimes. The clapping only intensified that rage as he began his trek towards her. "Do you actually think he will?" Was his retort and he had to slide to the left to escape the thrown bottle. When she turned to face him, he was there, right before her coal black eyes turned downward to her. "She now knows something is hunting her. Do you honestly think you'll get close enough now to kill her even if I allowed you to?" A brow rose upward in question to her, as if he was calling her stupid. Which he really was not but in her rage and bloodlust, she could have an air of stupidity sometimes. His hands rose to capture her face between his hands and he bared his teeth and seemed to hiss down at her. "You know Malice...I do so love your bloodlust, but you lack the art of pure torture before the kill..."He released her face and took a step back from her.

Malice:Her face changed before him, from rage to pointed disbelift " YOU think I couldn't get close to her?" her eyes narrowed.. menecingly.. " Allow?" dark brows raised as he took her face between his hands then moved right before she would likey claw his eyes out... " I lack nothing I just don't see the point.. in all this... gameplaying... why.. do you want her broken.. when dead is dead.. no matter the state that comes before it.. just let me kill her and be done with it " she hissed and pushed away from him as if he sullied her.. with his touch.. every now and again.. that noble birth showed thru.. in the haughty manner in which she carried herself.. as if she were better than most a small hand lifted to brush a dark tendril from her face.. as she glared at him.. wanting to scream her flustration.. She hated this town, this Island these... people of SKye.. and most of all she hated Ealora Mallory.

Kael:His hand came out as he advanced on her, clutching at her hair, pulling her back by it to his body as the dagger from his belt was taken and pressed against her throat. The hold on her hair tightened. This brought back memories, but no..don't dwell on that now. "YOU don't have to understand anything Malice..but let me break it down for you baby."He hissed into her ear as he pressed the dagger into her neck. "SHE made me..took all my hope with one plunge of her sword...and while she might of been remorseful for her torture of me and allowed me to live. That was her mistake. So I'm going to do what she did to me. Break down every solitary wall of hers. Break down each person who gives her strength and when she is completely broken, left without strength and only one hope left. Then I come into the picture..."He turned his head to whisper in her ear, whatever it was lost to the flames. "Then...and only then when the last of her hopes die, will she be givin the mercy of death...and with no good ties left to her, she'll go to hell, where she belongs." His lips moved to bit at Malice neck before the dagger was pulled away and he thrust her forward, away from him. As if she had at this point sullied him. Two could play that game. Come on baby, whats next.

Malice:The dagger.. left a thin trail of blood across her neck that ran down to pool at the hallow of her throat.. when he whispered she stilled.. then was pushed away.. gasping as his tight hold on her ebon locks was released.. she whirled on him.. " You could have told me sooner.. instead you tortured me with... the idea... bastard " a book was lifted from the shelf and flung at him with muderous intent.. " Did you enjoy watching me.. twisted with the idea of you and her together?" another book flung at him.. and there was a whole case... of them.. this was going to be a long night... " Do what you have to do.. Kael.." another one... " I hate this farm house! " another one... "I hate.. everythign about this place !" another one.. " I hate you !" one two three more.. each word punctuated by a book lobbed at his cranium... she glared at him then turned on her heel like a soilder... walking out stiffly.. yes she was walking out on him

Kael:It was an odd dance the man did to avoid the books flung his way. He would of laughed, had he been a man who could even do such a thing. Finally the barrage of books stopped and she walked out but he was hot on her heels. Grabbing at her arm, whirling her around and stopping the punch she flung at him only to throw her and him against a wall to stop her attack on him, well there was a change in the man, he was grinning. "Yes I enjoyed it Malice. I enjoy your rage...first one to ever match my own." He knew she hated to be trapped, she seemed to hate everything so it didn't phase him. "I didn't tell you because I enjoyed watching your jealousy, blame me all you want Malice." His head dipped and he actually licked the trail of blood from the wound he had created. Sick fancy yes but hell, he was inflamed by the woman he now held captive. A knee was jammed between her legs and moved upward to press between her sex. "Still hate me, hmm?"

Malice:She struggled like a wildcat as she was pinned against the wall.. it was a feeling of helplessness, trapped.. and he knew.. her complete fear and hatred of that feeling... her head jerked to the side as his lips then tongue lapped at the crimson flow that pooled in the hallow of her collarbone.. a deep growl as her hands flexed and tried to claw his that held her wrist pinned above her head.. body bucking against his far heavily physique to dislodge him... "bastard" she hissed as he confirmed his sick twisted fetish for watching her jealousy build to and inferno burning her to ashes within..... " More than ever " she whispered hatefully... " You will rue .. twisting me like one of your playthings... I am no one's plaything " sapphire hues locked with his.. in a death gaze.. surely if looks could kill the man would have fell at her feet.. but already her body betrayed her.. arcing against his intrusive knee. love and hate was a very thin line.. and so was violence and passion.. it was lines that became blurred between them.. more often than not.

Kael:"Good.."He hissed within her ear as his head dipped to nibble at her neck for few minutes as his knee worked up and down against the heat of her core. Lord above the woman made him ache with rage and passion. Yes the lines often blurred with them. "oh no my doll, she might of made me hmm." He shifted his grasp so he held her wrists within one hand, his knee falling away only to be replaced by a hand that inched her skirts upward till his fingers found the soft flesh of what he was seeking. "but you...turned it all around. I want you there Malice, beside me, my equal, my twisted princess when I approach her, I want her to know she made me hate but you helped me to kill. That without her, I never would of met you, which is all her fault. That the people we've killed are all her fault." He let his head raise to press his forehead against her own, his tongue snaking out to run across her lips"Then...when she gets it...when it all sinks in.."He paused as he pressed his thumb against the hidden bud of her clit and slowly began to rub circles with it. "I want you to kill her..just like she killed the one I cared about.."His lips fell to nip at her collarbone before his head raised again. "But I can not let you leave me Malice...because of that...and because it would drive me completely insane..I could never let you leave me."The man was all ready in some way insane but well, without the flame of his organized madness? He would just be a bumbling bloodlust mess.

Malice:Would she swoon at his words.. this icy killer.. or would she merly smile.. that cold hateful smile.. that provoked the thoughs of victory... he was hers... he as much as admitted it.. that is what registered in her darkly twisted mind... her body struggled all the more against him.. though now with new recorse.. not to get away but to excite.. as the throbbing center was captured beneath his thumb and ground against her pubis bone harshly.. a raspy breath was inhaled.. the sweet rush of heat and wettness immediate as it always was with him... he was the only man who had ever lived.. past a night of passion with her... that in itself was a testment of somekind...


Kael:He has much admitted it without coming right out and saying those three words he hadn't said in years. She should enjoy it as much as possible. It seemed she was, her struggles to get away turned to one of excitement and one he knew well. He nipped at her chin as he continued to mash his thumb against her core, the increased heat was his own victory. Releasing her wrists, both hands moved to capture her waist, pulling her against him as he backed them away from the wall and turned to make for the room they shared.

Malice:Some time later when passion and lust had played out into an exhausted haze.. she lay beside him on her stomach.. dark hair pooling about her like and ebon cloak.. shielding the pale flesh of her back.. a sheet draped over her hips.."Who.. did she kill that ruined you so?" she wanted the answer and dreaded it all the same.. to know that the man who lay beside her was so vastly different.. he had been... like anyother man.. until Ealora.. had made. him.. what he was today... unlike Malice... who had since a time she could remember... her first memory was that of a hatred within so strong it tainted even the innocence of a child.. she was a natural born killer.. something inside her just skewed enough.. to have no conscience at all... when it came to murder.. and yet.. it trouble her..viciously.. that if... he got his revenge.. if... his quest was fullfilled ... would he change.. would she have a place in his life..still... or was she mearly a tool of revenge...

Kael:Damn woman always left him still trying to catch his breath even after passion and lust had indeed been worn down, for now. Rolling away from her body, he rolled to his back but still managed to find his body nearly pressed against her own. The sheet shifted to his hips and flowed across her own. His hand lazily draw circles through her hair and against her backside. His lips curled backward as he heaved a sigh and the answer all in one breath."My wife...and my unborn child.." He had always had the capability to be what he was now. Ealora just pushed him that much further and Malice..she nurtured it till it was all he knew. Till it was all he wanted to know. Did he kill just for her? To keep her in his life? No, it was because of that deep seated rage within him and the satisfaction the screams of others brought him. Once one turned to the darkness, they did not turn back. Ealora might of been trying to act like her life was changed, but he knew her. Well then others thought they did. Now Malice knew just how well. A mind could only take so much before it twisted completely, he had passed the point of no return. Had he known her..troubles, he would of reassured her. Malice was more then his...mate. She was his twinsoul, she was his mentor and his teacher. She had been born to kill, he had been REBORN to kill. His old life was soon to be over. THAT was the point of this torture and murder of Ealora Malory. To kill the last of a past and move bloodstained into the next.

Malice:She watched his face as he spoke of his wife and unborn child.. " Family .. can mean everything " not she was sorry.. or how awful for him.. no words of pity.. did she even have the capability of the emotion.. who knew.. she still watched him as thoughts of the past flitted across his bronzed face.. laden with emotion.. loss.. anger hate pain.., her own face registering nothing, impassive.. as his fingers trailed over her flesh.. wound into her hair.. there were moments when he was tender, almost loving... she abided it because he seemed to need it.. that connection.. or at least that is what she told herself.. to keep from admiting she also needed it... She had never shared with him, childhood memories.. talks fo family or happenings in her childhood that would explain.. why she was as she was... she was a closed book.. written in invisible ink.. in a launguage only the dead knew... there would always be just the surface shell.. hiding the tormented soul inside... " I want this over soon.. I hate this Isle"

Kael:"It can...but it does not most times." Coal eyes turned her way, to find her watching him and he realized he had said to much. Shown to much but...it happened every once in a while. Even he couldn't deny the attraction he had to the murderous bytch beside him, nor the jealous he felt when others even looked her way. Rolling to his side, he faced her, curling his arm around her waist to draw her body against his own as his head settled upon the pillow. "Then tomorrow...we send word to Perry, let him put his plan into action..Hopefully, we'll be out of here as soon as possible. I only hope the idiot pirate can keep his word." His head tilted downward, to press into the top of her head. Why did she hate the island so much? There was so much blood to be spilled here and peasants to stupid to figure out who dun it.

Malice:She hated the Island because at every turn she saw someone who might recognize her.. send word back to her Clan.. that she was there.. alive and well.. She would rather be dead than face what waited for her back home.. an arranged marriage advantageous to both the Campbells and Argyles... a life of breeding heirs.. and walls of stone.. kept beneaht her husbands thumb.. she had Met Garner Argyle.. once.. the mountain of a man.. whos beard reeked of greasy leavings from lastnights dinner.. and stale ale.. his ruddy complexion proclaiming his propensity for drink.. his reputation.. and three wives proceeding him into death due to childbirth.. a leachous old battle ox, who cared nothing for the wifes he condemed to death.. birthing his offspirng who weight more than most small pigs..when born.. their mothers bleeding out as the brats came screaming into the world.. though none of them sons.. and when he had smacked his lips at her.. making foul motions to indicate the marriage night.. she had fought the urge to stab him with a dinner fork in the throat.. then and there.. at the engagement dinner.. a heated debate had insued afterward in her fathers library.. and when there was no swaying him... she had stormed off to her room.. packing a few things she could sale for money.. her jewels.. and stealing away in the dead of night... no.. she could not take the chance that someone would recognize her here.. already she had seen faces she knew from home.. on the street and avoided them.. it was only a matter of time... " Perry.. I will set the dog loose tomorrow... and give him an incentive to do his work quickly..." her lips curled with maleficent intent.

Kael:His arm tightened over her waist, pulling her body tight to his own. Even he hated this damn farmhouse to drafty and not used to cold weather or even snow, it was cold and he wanted her warmth. Through heavy eyes he watched the change within her own face. Perhaps she was not aware of it but the man actually grinned to see it though his eyes did open a bit wider at her words."What incentive is that?"

Malice:" That perhaps I won't kill him.. when all is said and done.. and pull those two..mutated teeth from his skull " she grinned darkly.. as her leg draped over his hip, her bodies warmth washing over him.. she was always on fire it seemed as if she naturally always had a fever... perhaps it was her upbrining in the coldest of climates.. or perhaps it was him who provoked the fever in her..., her fingers lifting to tease softly thru the long dark hair that framed his handsome face... " Unless you had another incentive in mind?"

Kael:"Seems he perked up at the idea of finding out more information on the courtesan. Thought you might offer to capture the bytch and give her to him."He let out a growling moan as her body curled around his own, her heated flesh soaking into his chilled bones. His eyes even shifted to her face as she pulled the locks of his hair away from his eyes. There was laughter dancing there even if the man couldn't laugh himself.

Malice:"no.. if he wants the flamewitch he can get her himself.. though.. there is much talk about her and Ealora's... mate.. the General.. perhaps that is something we should look into..." she had heard rumors earlier in the market.. and witnessed what seemed to be a lovers tiff between the General and the Courtesan... though she didn't know Ealora was anywhere near the market.. if she had .. the pirate would have been dead by now.. regardless of what Kael wanted. accidents do happen...

Kael:He shifted to lay completely on his back and pull her body on top of his own. "Ah, well then by all means, unleash the hound to do as he said he would. But what about this mate of theirs? What could we possibly need of him?" His arms wound around her waist He was still cold damn it.

Malice:"You want her broken.. then what better way than to turn her love against her completely " she grinned as her body was pulled atop him.. the sheets and blankets pulled up as well against the nights chill " you should make a fire "she practically purred.. as her lips traced his jawline nibbling upward...to his ear where she bit down harshly...then soothed the wound with a flick of her tongue

Kael:"You're doing that well for the both of us.."He hissed at her as her lips traced his jaw and he let out a growl as she bit his ear then soothed it with her tongue. Damn woman knew his weakness. Tightening his grip, he rolled her to her back before taking his place on top of her. "If you've an idea how to do that.. now would be the time to announce it, otherwise I've a way to warm besides a damn fire."

Malice:The smile was pure guile and venom that reached her eyes... " Have Perry set it up... so that they get caught.. in each others arms... even if the rumors are not true... I'm sure Ealora has heard them... " her thighs parted eagerly beneath him... " I know it would break me to see you with another... but I would get over it soon enough... after I carved your heart from your chest and strangled the bytch on it when I shoved it down her throat" aweee sweet pillowtalk....

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Shaden: Shaden had left the market earlier.. well ran from it was more the case.. ran from Maahes judegment , his harsh words .. and her crumpled feelings... back at the Gilded Lily work had been steadily progressing.. but as Evening fell the servants and workers had dissipeared to whereever they go... and she was left alone... her rooms upstairs were not quite finished.. the new coat of paint.. still drying.. so tonight she would sleep on the sofa before the great hearth.. pillow and blanket in hand.. she had settled with a book.. and a cup of hot tea... before the fire... anticipating a great night of romance.. or so.. the book did promise..


Ealora: Ealora had left the jail hours ago. Night had all ready fallen and she could not, would not bring herself to return to the cart or to her husband just yet. It was not a good idea for the woman to meet up with the bull of a man yet. She left the jail just as enraged as...well hell since the night before. Fire danced within Celadon eyes as she stalked the streets for it was not some gentle walk that would sooth her nerves, it was a hunt. A begging for just ONE person to say the wrong thing an allow her some type of outlet. There was only one place she could go since she did not want to go home and it took her another hour to find someone with directions to the Gilded Lily. Autumns chill held no candle to the burning flesh of rage even though naturally her body shuddered at the cold. Her one good hand was lifted to rap lightly at the door. Shaden, please be home the pirate prayed in her head.

Maahes:"Ealora?!" He called down the streets of Tarus Lan like a wild man searching for a lost pet. "Ealora!" There was worry there as he had not seen her since the fight on the streets. Behind him a few soldiers almost as drunk as he was . Growing far too familiar with the bottle, Maahes found himself turning away from what he believed in. "Ealora!" The laughter behind him from the men caused him to turn, "Something funny?" Instantly they stilled. "No sir.." Their voices rang together. "Good be still and find my w..w.." He stopped, searching endlessly for a word, and what else starts with a w.."Wench."

Shaden: The book was dropped onto the couch as she moved to the door to open it.. " Ealora.. what on earth ? " she frowned her hands already hauling her sister in from the cold.. " Come in come in out of the cold you will catch your death... what is wrong... why arn't you with your husband?" she shut the door behind her... ushering her toward the fire.. and pressing her cup of hot tea into the pirates hands...her frown of concern washing over her sister..

Ealora:"He lied to me! That bastard lied to me!" She spit as if hissing like the panther she was even as she was ushered inside and a cup pressed into her hands. The weight of her rage and still being semiweak had her falling into the nearest seat. "He promised to release Pembroke the day after jailing him...August is still in jail and saying Maahes plans to take him to trial and hang him." She raised the cup, blowing then taking a drink, letting the warmth settle into her as she fell silent.

Street Whore:On the street a brightly painted whore was laughing at the General and his guards booming across the streets. "Went into the courtesan house General...don't worry about that cut up wench, I kin warm your bed better then she can" Called one as she displayed a bare leg in his direction.

Maahes: "I have a hard enough time with whores, bytch back off." He barked raising a hand to express how serious he was. "Call my wife a wench one more time I'll warm your grave." What the hell was Ealora doing inside the Courtesan house. The hand that was raised curled over his side as the pain shot through him. The men behind brushed the comment of his wife off knowing their General to use such things to get away from women, and honestly they were expecting him to be gay.

Shaden: "Maahes Lied to you ?" the disbelif on her face was genuine.. Maahes was a lot of things.. but a liar.. he was most known for being.. blatantly blunt honest... but not a liar... " Pembroke is the man who rescued you...?" she frowned.. " There must be a misunderstanding... Maahes should be grateful.. something isnt' right.. " she paced a moment before settling on the couch and pulling the blanket up over her and Ealora's lap.. "Ealora are you sure...?"

Ealora: "Yes he lied to me and yes Pembroke is the one who rescued me and now he sits in jail because of it." The cup was set against the blanket now across her lap and her good hand raked through russet curls. "Shaden...I just went and saw the man, he is...beaten up by the very men he rescued from. Maahes put him in with them! How could he do this?!"Her hand waved in gesture, the mug went flying and she cursed an Egyptian curse as she pulled the blanket off and settled on her knees to clean up the mess."Fraggle Rock! I am sorry Shaden."


Street Whore:The painted whore only laughed as she wiggled her shoulders, jiggling her breasts in the General direction and his men"Oh I likes them feisty General. I can be anything you want to be. I'll even take to whips and chains. I'll make you forget you ever had a wife hmm. Don't worry over the wench then General. The Gilded Lily don't have nothin she would like. Come on General. Don't you like what you see?"

Maahes:Coming to stand before the door of the house he had to be amazed, how could he not. What a beautiful sight this was. The house not the whore. Passing a sneer in the direction of the woman he opened his lungs to give one more good call. "Ealora!" His hand rose then to knock upon the door, help me. The men Maahes was with turned on the woman engaging her in eye contact and asking her price.

Shaden:"Don't be sorry I understand..that husband of yours is enough to make anyone loose their temper " she moved to help clean up the shard of china.. picking up a small wastebasket.. that already held more shards of china that Shaden had broke in much the same way, over the same man.. he was two for two today.. if he managed to piss of Anulia.. just who would he turn too? As if the mere thought of him conjured the sound of his voice she jumped.. and turned looking at the door.. oh no... not now... glacial green hues shifted to Ealora.. " do you want me to tell him to go away?" she didn't know if that was best.. but if Ealora didn't want to talk to him right now.. she would send him away.. or at least try too.

Ealora: The shards were placed within the wastebasket before she settled back on her ankles. Well speak of the proverbial devil! Hands settled into her lap as she looked from the door to her sister. "No..it will only be worse if you do. Go ahead and let him in..."Things never went well if they stewed in their anger for the night, hers would be no different. Pushing at the chair with her good arm, she rose and moved to stand behind the couch. Better a piece of furniture between her and her husband right now, least this allll go south and he admitted he had lied to her.

Shaden: She opened the door to face the Bull... in all his raging glory.. just a glare at him.. no welcome.. no do come in.. just a nod in direction of the great room.. before she closed the door behind him.. catching sight of his men with a lowly street whore.. she would follow him in.. and come to stand beside her sister.. now he faced the twin wrath of women... pooorrr Maahes.

Maahes:He took two steps inside, but that would be as far as he dare go. Like a man stepping into Victoria's Secret, the shrine to the enemy he felt out of place and dirty for even being in there. Though he had done nothing wrong guilt struck him before the act could be done. "Ealora..I've been worried sick about you. Come on..I wanna go home." I'm tired, and sick of the city. He would have continued, but could not even meet the eyes of the women. Something was up and he knew it.

Ealora: "I'm fine as you can see. I just got here...I'm in no hurry to leave...with you."Arms folded over her chest as she stared daggers at her husband. "I just came from the jail actually...visiting a friend you said you would release days ago...not to mention now setting a trial and planning his hanging."Honeyed voice was not the usual tinge of softness, more of a, I caught you red handed and you've a LOT of explaining to do, kind of way.

Shaden:An arched copper brow was pointed in his direction..as her sister laid into him.. she settled onto the couch though turned sideways to keep and eye on him.. and Ealora..

Maahes:Fudge...or should he say Fraggle Rock! He forgot! However would he be so quick as to tell her that. Pride got the best of them. "Are you going to stay here then?" Yes he was about to leave without her. Let the man hang, he had touched his wife's body. Wait. "You went to see him?" Narrowing his eyes upon her as he questioned, "You went into that jail without me??"

Ealora:"Don't you dare...don't you dare turn this around!"Her good hand hit the back of the couch, it was that or fling one of Shaden new beautiful things at him and that wouldn't go over well either way, it wasn't going well now as it was. "Yes I went to the jail to see him, without you. People are whispering on the streets about the capture of the English pig, he SAVED my life. You LIED to me, damn you, you lied to me! You said you would release him, the next day, you didn't. Now he tells me you're planning a trial on him. For what? I deserve to know damn it." Her hand hit the back of the couch again, only this time it was her bad one and she winced before clutching at the limb. Damn it.

Maahes:"I didn't LIE, I forgot!! I've got a million things going on, you'll have to forgive me!!!" He yelled back visibly angry, the bronze flesh turning red and his eyes burning. "You deserve to know?? Not like you are married to him. You DON'T have ANY right to be mad enough at me for anything. YOU didn't tell me your life was in danger, and LOOK at you. Look what was done to you!" Closing the distance between them he breathed hot air down her neck as he got in her face. Arabic left his lips in curses neither of them would understand, but Lord it sounded pissed. "If he matters that much to you then he can marry you. I'm sick and tired of worrying myself to tears. I don't cry Ealora Malory, and I have over you." He was so mad he didn't even think, or knew what was coming out of his mouth, "Let him hang. I'm going home." Bed, yes. He wanted it.

Ealora: "You forgot, fine. I can take that answer. But a trial Maahes..." Celadon eyes flamed to life once more and she clenched her jaw"I might as well be married to him for all the island knows! How long has our marriage been kept a secret!" She backed away from him, not out of fear of him, out of fear she was going to strike him...again and she didn't want that. "Back to this again! I have every right to mad at you Maahes Asad Aziem! I am living with what was done to me. I had no reason to trust August then, if I had things would of been different. I would of told you, I would of murdered my own men, the very men who attacked me, MY MEN. He matters to me as much as Anulia or Shaden matter to you, he is my FRIEND." She moved back towards him, chin tilted defiantly upward. "If you hang him...you will have to hang me too..."

Maahes: "I don't want to hang him, Ealora that is basic. He goes to trial. Had I wanted to hang him, he would have already been dead." Words were much more quiet then as the anger subsided into a numbness he pulled himself into. "I'm man enough to finish my own executions, have I spoken to you about it?" Eyes passed between her and her sister, "Did you put her up to this?" Knowing he was on the crap list with that one. "Or are you listening to what people are saying?" Turning then for the door he stilled in the frame, "I'm going home, don't bother." and with that he slipped out into the night, barking orders to his men to zip up his pants. "Go to the prison release that Pembroke, and fire all the guards from that night. I want the names of everyone, and will see to it they won't work here again."

Shaden: She looked at him as if he had slapped her once more.. " I knew nothing of this Pembroke person before she showed up here tonight.. why do you keep accusing me of horrible things.. when I have done nothing to deserve it ?" she gave him a wounded look as he turned to leave.." MAAHES your wife loves you.. and your drunk.. I can smell it from here.. come... stay in one of the rooms upstairs.. you and Ealora.. do not be parted any longer... remember how you missed each other when she was gone.. don't let pride separate you with harsh words now... you both promised for better or worse... is this ... they way you keep your promises?" she looked between them both... " Mend your fences.. upstairs with both of you... "she pointed like a school marm that would brook no disobedience... " NOW.. go!"

Ealora: Her mouth opened then closed. She was so mad she could spit nails or at least shoot flames if her mouth opened again. She turned, allowing him to leave. She wasn't going to beg him to stay. Shaden seemed to be the peace maker in this argument, going after the bull were Ealora was going to let him walk away. This wasn't an argument to break their marriage, how many had they gotten into before and it always worked out? Her vow was plain and simple, she didn't believe in divorce, she said I do..till the end of time. It was just a matter of getting over the flaming rage. A sharp turn at her sisters pointed words, and the way she pointed upstairs and scolded them. A slender brow jolted upwards but hell, if she got into it with her sister. She'd be sleeping in the streets. Swiveling on her heels, she moved in the direction of the stairs. Yes Ma'am!

Maahes: "No, I'm sick and tired of everything this house stands for. I'm tired of not being ok with what you do. I'm sick of being ganged up on, and I'm tired. You keep her for the night, I want a good nights sleep. No nightmares, no worry nothing. He'll be out by the hour I'll send him here. She can tend to him just as he tended to her. Like her husband should have." Yeah he was drunk, and about to fall over in truth he wouldn't make to Akanaeiro, but would end up in his room at the castle before the dawn came." Cry baby huh? Big bear.

Shaden:She watched him refuse her thru narrowed eye " Hate me if you want.. call me whatever you want.. but do not.. hurt her because you are pissed at me.. no one is ganging up on you " her voice found his back as he left.. she turned and looked at Ealora.. " I'll follow him and make sure he's ok.. you... go to bed"

Ealora:She turned on the stair to watch her sister arguing with her drunk husband. Lord but she was going to lock the liquor closet when she got home! Then again, getting drunk right now didn't sound like a very bad idea. She gave a singular nod of her head, she was just to pissed for words and the pirate queen turned and disappeared up the stairs.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Shaden: Shaden had indeed followed Maahes to the Castle, and once he had disappeared inside.. she had paid a coin to a servant to see that he was well looked after and tucked in, just as she had promised her sister.. after making her way back to the Lily... she had checked on the Sleeping Ealora.. pulling the covers up tight and banking the fire in the bedrooms hearth.. before closing the door and tiptoeing back down stairs.. to worried to sleep.. not that sleep had come easy of late... so many things seemed wrong.. late into the night she sat up watching the flickering flames, reading and re-reading the same page over and over without comprehension until she closed the book finally and gave up somewhere in the wee hours of the morning she finally drifted off, laying on the couch.. staring into the flames...with so many questions on her mind... now it was early morning... and she slept restlessly.. apparent to any who would come upon her she dreamed of hellish things.. her body twitched and flinched , legs moving as if running to get away.. soft hurt cries.. murmured from lips.. as copper curls tossed back and forth.

Stryker: He was always as silent as a shadow. Melding into even the brightest of wallpaper. Now under the employment of Shaden Aramoire, he was even more of a mystery. Keeping a constant watch on his mistress, his employer without sometimes others being aware he was doing so. The morning was bright, dawning early and promising much to the open mind. Booted feet carried him through the home, checking for any signs of trouble within any corner and finding none. It always served to be safe, even ones home could not be completely impenetrable. His steps stilled as he saw movement on the couch, a slow turn and he kneeled next to the sleeping woman. A hand reached out to take one of her hands in his own while the other came to rest upon her head. His face seemed to shift from hard exterior to concern."Madame Aramoire.."He whispered softly, stroking that hand through copper curls. "Madame Aramoire, its all right, you're safe..."

Shaden:Glacial green hues fluttered open.. sleepily unfocused as he woke her.. for a moment she flinched away from him.. as if seeing another.. a hateful memory... and then his name left her lips like the prayer of an angel.. arms circling his neck and grasping to him... " Stryker " it was barely even a whisper as she held onto him for dear life.. as if he could chase away the demon in her sleep.. head nestles over his shoulder copper curls brushed against his cheek softly as she shivered in his arms... it was a intimate moment that perhaps should not have been.. but one she needed.. to feel safe within her own skin..

Stryker: Her flinch had him tightening his grip on her hand. He was not who she first saw him, even he saw it in her eyes. When she relaxed and her arms came around him, the old knight could of frozen, instead he let out a soft sigh as his arms circled her waist as he lifted from his kneel, pulled her into his lap upon the couch and just held her as she trembled. "Nothing will harm you while I live Madame Aramoire...I swear it." He whispered quite tenderly towards her ear. The man was nearly shuddering himself within her grasp. He should not of let her hug him, he should not of let this moment be so intimate, but he suspected she needed it. As much as perhaps he did, though not wanting to admit it.

Shaden:Dark lashes fluttered closed over flawless cheeks, she rested against his chest as he pulled her into his lap.. his words washed over her with a tender confidence.. she believed him.. something in him from the first moment they had met...she saw honor.. truthfulness.. goodness in the depths of his eyes.. for a long moment she remained.. quietly soaking up his strength... before she spoke.. yet made no move to leave his embrace " most times... I can pretend to forget... but sometimes.. he finds me in my dreams..." her voice was small like that of a broken child... a ragged breath took in at her confession.. not even Jack.. Ealora or Maahes knew.. she was still plagued with tormenting fears...that for some reason.. he would lay claim to her again.. and that he had broken the very part of her that might have loved... completely into a thousand pieces scattered upon the wind.. never to be found...a Chuckle then as she pulled away blushing.. " I'm sorry I should not have..." again she blushed.. as her eyes met his... " Thank you..." it was heartfelt..and sincere..

Stryker: His fingers pressed into her backside as she spoke, a gentle caress for he could not tell her that with time it would fade. He wasn't entirely sure it would and he would not assure others of things he was not entirely certain. The best he could do was hold onto her. It was very possible for one person to break another in two, very possible to shatter their hope of love and happiness. He could not reassure her it would still be possible to love when at this point in his life, he was within the same boat as her. Still, he had not embraced a woman as he did her in quite some time. The chuckle that broke loose had his lips turning into some type of smile by the time she pulled back, but silvery blue eyes behind a wild mane of hair told a story all most the same as her own. "You're welcome." He shifted a hand from around her waist to lightly brush both cheeks, though there had been no sign she had been crying, it was a comfort move, one that said, everything was all right now, for now.

Shaden:Delicate hands lifted to his scruffy beard to tease and then his long dark hair.. " I think a shave and a haircut would be needed first.. and some new clothes.. beneath all that I see a very handsome man " she played her fingers thru the dark locks as if checking to see where she would trim him up.. then making a motion with her fingers as if clipping his hair with scissors.. " Yes... I think you would do well.. but then... again I would be left without someone to chase away my bad dreams" she wrinkled her nose playfully about the time the little yorki dog came bounding down the stairs yipping and turning round end on end to be let out for the morning..

Stryker: "As long as that shave and haircut does not make me bald in any way. I kind of like my scuff thank you very much madame." She was perhaps the only one in Skye to have seen the old hermit in such a light mood and he stayed still as she inspected his hair and beard. "Ah, no worries Madame Aramoire, I'm not going anywhere." His head turned to look at the dog. Slowly he shifted Shaden from his lap only to rise and pick the dog up. He was rather getting to like the dog. "Guess someone needs to go out."

Shaden:"I'll get coffee if you take her out back.. cream and sugar?" she asked as she stood heading for the kitchen where already smells of fresh baked bread permeated the air.. eggs frying and bacon.. her face paled.. the turned a sickly green, her hand coming up over her lips.. as she bounded into a nearby watercloset slamming the door behind her...

Stryker:"Sounds like a deal to me...black...please" His lips curled into a grin as he turned to take the dog out only stopping to see Shaden dashing into the watercloset. His face masked concern but the dog was all ready yipping like, I have to go now! The hermit sighed "all right all right.."He grumbled low as he disappeared into the backyard to let the dog do its business.

Shaden:Leaving the watercloset.. she shuddered and headed striaght into the kitchen.. to the herb basket sticks of mint were twined together and used to clean her teeth before she rinsed with fresh water.. " Coffee for Stryker.. and some chamomile tea.. for me... please..?" she sank into a chair at the table.. trying to mentally stave off the nausea.. sincerely thinking about the banning of frying eggs in the house.. what an infernal smell ugghh.. as soon as the tea and coffer were ready she grasp them and was out of the kitchen like a shot thru the main hall and out the back doors into the chilly morning air... an audible sigh of relief when the smells of the kitchen no longer assailed her senses.

Stryker: He waited patiently as the dog did its thing, even turning around and moving about the gardens. Inhaling the crisp autumn air. He turned as Shaden practically bulldozed her way into the open air. Another concerned look crossed his face as he moved towards her and took the cups from her before gesturing his head towards a chair."Sit...relax...I hope your not coming down ill.." The cups were set upon a table and he stood waiting till she took her seat and then find his own. Gentleman nature, couldn't help it. The yorki yipping at his feet was lifted and placed upon his lap. Yeah, he liked the dog.

Shaden:"I'm fine.. it's just all this moving and things going on.. I'm not sleeping well " she waved a hand dismissing his concern.. smiling as he waited for her to be seated.. there was something great about this unpolished diamond.. she had sensed it from the first... tea was sipped, and deep inhale taken of the fresh air before she would let her gaze wash over him.. London in his lap as if she belonged.. content and not bouncing about for one... a soft laugh "Seems you have a way with Ladies in you lap "

Stryker: Fingers stroked at the dogs back as the other played with the mug, only lifting it for a sip after she had taken one from her own. Paranoid, not at all. A burst of laughter left his chest at her joke and for the first time in a long time his lips curled into that million dollar smile. "Sure you don't need a male courtesan then a guard? Could bring you a lot of money." He teased before taking another gulp from his cup.


Ealora: A cup of coffee clutched within her hands and russet curls in disarray, she made her appearance in the back enclosure. It looked like the woman hadn't had any sleep at all and she moaned a good morning to the gentleman and her sister as she moved towards them. The nightmares were getting worse but she'd never admit it. The autumn air was helping to wake her as well as a few sips from the cup of coffee as she moved to place a gentle kiss against her sisters cheek in good morning before finding a seat of her own.

Shaden: "Ealora Malory meet Nicholas Stryker... my new security guard and man about the Lily... " she returned her sisters morning kiss, a look of concern crossing her features at the pirates lackluster appearances and the bags and circles beneath her eyes... " He only made it to Griffin Castles and was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.. I paid a page boy to watch over him... who came round before dawn to tell me that.. he had went to Visit Lord Eaomen.. with a tremendous hangover " there was a smirk at the last as she detailed her sisters husbands whereabouts.. she wasn't just a piece of fluff.. she was quite the... detective when need be..

Stryker:Stryker rose from his chair at the presence of the other lady. His head tipped and immediately, the stock and expressionless look was back upon his face. "Madame Malory." Only when the woman found her seat did he retake his own and watch the women talk.


Ealora: "Hello...and its Captain, not Madame." She retorted to the gentleman though a bit of understanding did cross her face. A turn of her head to Shaden and a small grin, well new man was right though she wasn't accusing her sister of anything, it was more of a, now this..is a gentleman. She curled into that chair and let out a humph of a laugh."Thank you..I knew I could trust you.." Though there was a look of slight satisfaction to knowing he had a hangover, she was still slightly pissed though wondering if perhaps she had been a bit to harsh. When it came to her husband, she was a purring kitten most of the time. "The page came by around dawn? Did you sleep at all?"

Shaden: "Yes a bit " she blushed her eyes sliding to Nic as if to say.. don't tell her I was having nightmares... " I've just been up a few moments before you" she sipped her tea hastily and watched Ealora's eyes wash in observance over Nic in appreciation.. which promoted her own second glance.. which promoted another blush.. as the memory of sitting in his lap , his hand rubbing her back as he held her surfaced " He seems to have a liking for London.. even if you do not.. " she teased her sister lightly...

Stryker: His head tilted, he watched Shaden a moment, catching that look in her eyes before silvery blue eyes turned down to the dog and he scratched behind her ear. "Meh, animals are so much more simpler then humans, their needs very basic." His head lifted to turn between the gaze of one woman and then the other.


Ealora: "Hmm"she mused softly before taking another sip of the coffee. It was slowly warming her and slowly waking her up. "That dog is a rag mop.."She teased with a smile behind her cup. "So...Mr. Stryker..what prompted you to become a guard for my sister and her company?" A look went to Shaden, a smile. What? She was allowed to question him. Had to make sure her sister had made a right decision. Though the man looked every part the hermit, what did Shaden see in him Ealora wondered.

Shaden: She cast her eyes at Ealora as if to say.. don't you run him off, she was about to be fed up with the Asad Aziem couple if they didn't stop treating her like a child.. who was to silly to run her own business.. if they only knew.. some of the things she was working on with Adam.. and some of the things she herself was capable of they might not think her such a ... frilly girl.. it should have been made plain on the treasure hunt but then once that was through they seemed to revert to treating her like a nincompoop! Especially Maahes.. that that that... ass! " My dog is not a mop... " she grumbles as she sipped her tea...

Stryker: "I must apologize Captain, but your..sister"He paused, this must be a title of affection for they didn't look anything alike. He continued after pausing"has all ready questioned me and my status as her guard is all ready affirmed. In this, I would ask you respect her intelligence in her choice of employment. Though I will give you some moderation of comfort in the knowledge that I am a retired knight but far from losing the game. My whole life has been spent in serve and protect. I take my job very seriously, no harm will come to your sister or her girls or family while I am within her employment." He stopped then and lifted his cup to take a drink of coffee before setting the cup back upon the table. "Are you ladies hungry? Should I fetch some breakfast?" He shifted in the chair, ready to rise if they said they were.


Ealora: Ealora reached out a hand to squeeze Shaden arm, she was only teasing. She trusted her sister judgement. A slid of celadon eyes went to the man and the woman actually grinned. Impressive. Very well she would leave the matter alone. At least she did not treat her sister like some common whore. Shaden had smarts and even though Ealora didn't know the whole picture of Shaden life, just as Shaden did not know hers. They trusted one another. Knew each others strengths. It was why they were twinsouls. "I am a bit hungry yes."It was the first time in...well a while her stomach rumbled for food, first time in a while she wasn't being force fed food.

Shaden: Her nose wrinkled in distaste at the very mention of food.. but knew if she declined it would bring about another round of questions as to her well being.. she smiled at Nic.. soflty " Just toast thank you.. for asking and only if you rejoin us.. " a soft touch of her hand against his forearm.. before he rose... her gaze shifting back to Ealora.. with a warm smile good she was getting her appetite back.. " As soon as you eat breakfast get dressed.. and ready we are going to find your husband.." she arched a brow at the woman... daring her to argue... " This is sheer lunacy between you too.." another sip of her tea and the discussion was closed.

Stryker:As he rose, he paused when her hand touched his arm, he even went as far as he clasp her hand within his own before releasing it. "I'll be back in a moment." A nod of his head and the hermit disappeared into the house to get them something to eat.

Ealora:Celadon eyes swiveled from man to sister and a slender brow rose upward in question though she waited till Stryker had left the space to say anything. "Ok..I know I was forbidden to ask him any more questions, but where did you find this guy? Both gentleman and roughish, I am only concerned for you. It's not that I don't trust you Shaden, you know I do." She heaved a sigh and shifted to bring her feet up onto the edge of the chair. "I trust you, I do. Are you sure its such a good idea to go looking for Maahes? We've always had an air of lunacy about us, fighting and cuddling with the flip of a coin. That's just us..I'm more concerned with you and him, I love you both very much, I feel trapped, pulled in two directions with the two of you fighting yourself's." Her lips settled on the edge of the her mug, inhaling the scent of coffee, cream and sugar.

Shaden: "actually he found me when I was hiring staff and the like.. he came by and applied.. I admit he can be a little rough about the edges.. but there is something in his eyes..." she spoke of Nic with a soft tone of fondness.. "I trust Stryker.. there is nothing to be concerned him for.. " she closed the discussion on Nic.. then proceeded to the next Topic.. " Yes I think it is very Wise for you to go find your husband and make up with him... you are Married to him Ealora... you took vows forsaking all others... but him.. and that includes me.. " she leaned toward her sister.. taking her hand lightly.. " Do not let mine and Maahes differences come between you.. and he.. he will either learn to accept me.. and fight his prejudice against me.. to include me in his life or not.. but there is no choice for you... YOU are his wife.. and HE is your husband.. and if I have to tie your feet together and your hands behind your back.. and stuff a rag in you mouth to keep you quiet..YOU will go home to him... the only reason I allowed you to stay last night was because he was drunk. " she nodded firmly wishing she had gotton Nic to take her cup for a refill as well..

Stryker: The man was light on his feet, even with a plate of toast balancing on his arm while another plate of bacon and eye was in his hand as well as a teapot in the other hand, the pot was placed on the table first and a hand reached for plate balancing on his arm and was slid onto the table in front of shaden while the eggs and bacon was slid in front of Ealora. The teapot was lifted and Shaden cup refilled before being placed on the table and finally the man took his seat again. "If you ladies wish it, I'll accompany you on your hunt.."

Ealora:"Well if you trust him, then I trust your judgement...but I still have my own doubts...What man wants to work at a courtesan house without...sampling the goods." She shifted in her seat and let out a sigh, Shaden was right of course but that didn't mean she was going to run into his arms and kiss him silly when she saw him like in some cheesy romance book. "I married him because I love him, because I see a future with him and no other. Because he saved me from a life of complete and total bloodlust, but that does not mean I will forsake my family, my friends for his word. I don't agree with the way he has been treating you and I'm not going to obey his way of thinking only because I am his wife. I am still my own person. He learned to accept a pirate, married her...me..he said he loves me, all of me. I have to hope he can do the same with you. He may still struggle with the idea that I could kill at any time, but does that stop him from loving me? No. I have to hope he will concede to let you have your life..this is your life and nothing he does will change that. I have to hope he will accept it." She gave her a meek smile and squeezed her hand in return before letting go of it at Strykers return. Celadon eyes swept the plate of egg and bacon. Perhaps she was not as hungry as she thought?

Shaden: Glacial green hues swept over Nic thankfully..that he didn't pass Ealora's plate of eggs and bacon beneath her nose.. yet she still paled.. and fought the urge to be nauseous.. once more.. taking the tea and sipping it hoping it's calming herbs would do their job sooner rather than later.. " We can only hope Ealora.. just remember he is your future.. I will always be your twinsoul.. and he does not have to be .. in my life for you to be.. " she loved Maahes like a brother but she knew when to back off.. and she Loved them both.. enough not to be the bone of contention between them.. they had enough problems without the powder keg her life was turning out to be.. " Thank you Nic but I think Maahes would likely think you were... a client of something and you would be treated to his famous temper.. and I would spare you that.. As soon as Ealora is where she belongs I will return.. perhaps you can accompany us half way.. and after ward.. you and I can go... shopping.. perhaps for some.. fitting clothes for your new position?"

Stryker: He stayed quiet as the conversation continued. Somehow, he doubted he would like this..Mamo? They were talking about. All the more reason for him to accompany the women in their search but he'd abide by their wishes. "Very well... halfway..and then...shopping"Though he had ever intension of following them the whole way within the shadows, but the idea of shopping had his lips curling back in a scowl. What man liked to shop anyways.


Ealora:She munched slowly on a piece of bacon, eyes sliding between Stryker and Shaden. "Mmm, I'm sure he could hold his own to Maahes, look at the way he brushed off my question."she teased before popping the rest of the bacon within her mouth though her eyebrow did raise at Shaden paling. "Shaden dear, your not coming down sick are you? "Concern etched upon her face.

Shaden:Toast was lifted and nibbled upon.. as Stryker and Ealora spoke.. and then at Ealora's words she shook her head and sipped her tea " Just all the excitement of moving and such" she brushed off the question almost as well as Nic had the almost untouched toast was pushed away as she pulled her robe tighter about her.. "Finish your breakfast while I get dressed.. " she pointed to Ealora's plate.. then turned to Nic.. " Can you see that Merri and horses for you and Ealora are saddled.. ?" she scooped up the little dog with the diamond collar.. pausing to hear his reaction.. before she went inside to dress.

Ealora:A slender brow dipped downward as she frowned in Shaden direction. She didn't believe that and while Shaden was remiss to brush it off. Ealora was going to keep a close eye on her sister. Her mouth opened and closed and opened again, they left her and damn it Shaden took the dog so she couldn't feed it to the dog and say she ate it! She grumbled as she poked a fork at her eggs, breaking it up and spilling the yoke across the plate. Her fork was played through the yoke. Yes she loved her husband dearly but did he realize that by hurting Shaden he hurt her as well? And they kept going back to her being hurt. Granted it was going to take a long time before everything was back to normal, she could not understand why he was so upset over it. The men, her men who had hurt her had been captured and placed in jail to await punishment. Why was he still so angry? Throwing the fork down onto the plate, she slid back in the chair and rose. Hmm now she had to find a place to dumb the eggs. Picking up the plate, she walked around the garden, Aha, a potted plant got an egg bath before she moved back to put the plate on the table and she sat tofinish her coffee. There was no reason to get dressed, she was still in the dress she wore the day before.

Shaden:She came back dressed in a warm woolen day gown of soft buttery yellow with bright orange and green embroidery about the neck and hemline.. long tapered sleeves and a matching cloak completed the fetching assemble " You should at least brush you hair.. " she moved behind her sister without asking.. and pulled a brush thru her long russet locks.. calmingly.. " I would rather present Maahes with his beautiful wife.. clean and freshened than a stubborn pouty mess " she teased her sister lighlty.. pulling the nights rolling and tossing tangles in gentle stroked from the long silkened mane.. how she missed her own hair.. but it would grow back soon.. she hoped.. and it was easier to wash and dry now..

Ealora: Her eyes turned upward as her sister walked behind her and she stuck her tongue out at her. "Hey, he'll get what he gets and like it...besides a messy pouty wench might make him feel bad and make him apologize" Though she did give a snort, that would be the day! She let out a soft humming moan as the brush was pulled through her hair. "I'm agreeing to going back, I'm not agreeing to making up with him. Nothing you say or do will bring about a sweet resolve any sooner. This is just something we have to work out on our own..." She fell silent then, rolling the cup of coffee, now half gone between her hands. Between fights and rumors, missing him and reuniting, she was so very tired. Tired of rumors, tired of fighting, tired of hurting and being pulled in different directions. All hidden beneath a perfectly carved Egyptian face. Once she had been able to hide it all behind a mask of complete uncaring, a cold hearted stone wall. Until Maahes Asad Aziem. Did she want to return to that time? No, she just wanted peace..she wanted to spend time with her husband...perhaps start a family. Her hand reached to her sisters wrist as the brush was pulled downward to a place she could reach. "I just want peace Shaden, I've spent my whole life in battle..I'm ready for peace.."

Shaden:The brush was put aside as two slender arms wreathed her sisters shoulders tightly hugging her from behind... cheek to cheek she whispered soflty.. " Sister mine.. do you know how blessed you are.. to find a man.. who is your mate in all things.. a man who completes you... a husband of your heart... you have something very few can claim... I envy you.. your love with him... it is something I know I will never.. attain.. something I was not meant for..." she moved now to stand beside her sister taking her hands softly.. as she spoke the truest words Ealora would ever hear.. " If you want to hold onto that.. you may have to fight... tooth and nail... for as you said you are both.. opposite sides of a storm.. and a storm is a destructive force... there are those who will not want to see your marriage survive.. for their own reasons.. and sometimes fate can be cruel.. But you.. my twinsoul... you have a love that is worth fighting for.. do not... let your pride... your ego.. or even your family... keep you from it.. I would gladly step aside.. to make sure that the smile he brings on your face continues.. please.. consider.. making up with him your goal for this day... " a soft hand traced her sisters cheek... " Your love.. is worth it Ealora... do not take such a gift lightly ... for there are those of us who will never hold something that precious" she did not mean to shame her sister.. but she did want to draw a stark line in the sand.. of comparison.. Perhaps Ealora needed to know.. how special her and Maahes love was.. even to those around them.

Ealora: Her arms clasped her sisters, cheek to cheek she pressed and her eyes fell closed to listen to her words. She released her as Shaden moved and turned her chin downward to look her sister in the eye. Back and forth celadon eyes swiveled, taking in each word. Slowly she leaned forward and clasped her sister into a tight hug. "You are right.."she spoke in a whisper to her sisters ear. "Now lets go find that bull...its been a whole day since I've kissed him silly.."she let out a laugh as she released her and sat back once more.


Stryker: A soft clearing of his throat would sound behind the embracing ladies. Glad he had missed that conversation. He was a regal picture of gentleman behavior, his arms folded behind his back, his head dipped in polite excuse for interrupting. "Excuse me. Madame Aramoire, the horses are ready for departure."

Shaden:She lifted and turned to him.. eyes searching his.. for a moment wondering just how much he had overheard.. " Thank you Nicholas.. " she pulled on her gloves and nodded her head toward the stables to her sister.. taking the steps two at a time as she headed down the lawn... leaving them to trail behind.. why should it bother her that he had overheard.. well it did.. she didn't want everyone knowing she was.. just as self conscious as any woman.. and that love was that amorphous goal that would never be within her grasp.. not the true.. love that was immortal.. everlasting.. that .. was something that was not ment for her kind.. Once at the stables she patted Merri's long elegant neck.. and nuzzled the mare soflty cooing and giving her adoration as the groom handed her the reigns and Strkyer and Ealora caught.. up..

Ealora:Her eyes met that of Stryker and then down to her sister before she rose from her chair and smoothed her hands down the front of the red dress. Turning, she followed a pace or two after Shaden. This was after all her home, Ealora didn't know where a damn thing was.


Stryker: Silvery blue eyes peered right back at her. He had heard nothing. Ever the gentleman, he let the ladies lead the way to the stables. Had he overheard though, he would of thought her brace, not foolish. In this day and age where it was all about obtaining a wealthy husband or he wife with a large dowry. Love was never a factor, had he overheard he would of echoed his sentiments of agreeing to the Lady Ealora. Very few people found the kind of love it seemed the woman had with her husband. He and Shaden, were of the same card. Her life wasn't about just entertaining men within a bed, it was about being a companion, there when someone needed to talk, an escort when one didn't want to go to a party alone. It was about being the picture of perfection even if ones life was way beyond being perfect. It was the same with his life, bound to serve those who could not do so themselves. Protect them with his very life and not give a second thought to dying for a cause. Love never fit into those two scenarios and when it did, it was very very difficult. Reaching the stables, he moved to help Shaden onto her horse and then Ealora before he would take to his own, offering more of a soothing voice to Jade then cooing before he curved around to mount her backside.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Maahes: "I told her I was married she kept on." He spoke quietly to Ealora completely ignoring Shaden. Didn't have anything nice, don't say it all right? Clasping his hand over the back of his wife's hand which held tightly to him he met her eyes. "Are you all right?" A question for a question, but her answer would mean the one with his. If she were ok, he would be ok it was how love worked right?

Ealora: "You...told someone you were married?"She seemed quite stunned by this, even if it was some painted whore. Her head turned to look at Shaden attending the woman, a slanted stare in her direction before her eyes slid back to Maahes as he took her hand within his own, slowly her hand pressed to his chest and she moved in with a sigh. "I'm fine.." It was perhaps a need to feel the beat of his heart beneath her fingertips that she stayed like that for a few minutes before nodding her head towards the house. It was still just a house."Lets go inside hmm?"

Maahes: As the rest trickled off into the night Maahes would shake his head slowly and prepare for the war that was about to take place. However no matter how raged he should be or felt he should be his voice sounded helpless and oh so timid, not wanting to piss her off. "Ealora, I'm never going to be ok with this place. From here on, I'll not express my dislike and leave it alone, but I want nothing to do with this Lily. I don't want to hear about it. I can't tell you where to go or what to do, you are your own person." His hand slid away from her own to capture the bend in her hip; squeezing lightly. "but.." Bending his head to better catch her eye he continued, " as your husband all I can ask of you is for you to understand THIS place is against God, My God. It is against all of my morals and everything that I believe in. There is no difference here then there was at the arena. Bodies are used as entertainment for another, not respected." As they should be.

Ealora:She kept her hand pressed to his chest, about to move when he began to speak and in a timid voice. Her chin dipped, as if a scolded child, for a moment she wouldn't look at him before finally lifting her head, celadon eyes catching amber ones. "I can respect that.."She leaned into him as he squeezed her hip, her arm curling up around his neck. "I may not agree with your dislike of this place...of the way Shaden decides to live her life...but I can respect it." Her hand curled away from his neck to run the length of his cheek, feeling the scruff of his goatee that she loved so much. "You love Shaden...as a sister, I know you do...so please, even if you do it for me more then her, don't say anything that would hurt her. Even if you disagree with what she is doing. She believes in what she does, its her way of life. Even if you do not agree with it. I can not stand the sight of you two fighting. You both mean the world to me. She is my twinsoul, my sister and you are my husband, my mate...you are my soulmate Maahes."


Maahes:"I do..I love Shaden, more then I have the words to express." He started in rich deep tones bringing his lips to kiss the temple of his wife, and speak against her skin. "It is hard for me to know she will burn in hell for her actions." She would, no matter what religion it was, the truth was behind his words. "It is why I do the things I do, not because of Jack but because of her soul." He took a deep breath catching sight of the bruising at the base of neck where the shirts pulled away and her hair had fallen away from. His eyes closed again as his chest tightened around his heart. He felt it beat then still, and then race again with the pain of knowing Shaden would be put through the same thing Ealora was given if not worse in the underworld. Nuzzling back against her hair he breathed his words in a whisper, "I want to go home."

Ealora:Her arms moved around him and she leaned into his embrace and his lips against her temple. Lids fell closed over her eyes. She knew it tormented him, the thoughts of hell and what awaited the damned. Curling her fingers into his chest, she felt the racing of his heart and sighed as she lifted her head. "Everything will be all right Maahes, trust me in that. I will never stop fighting for you...let us go home then. If...you want me to go that is."A smile curled her lips, she was teasing him, he did say the other night when drunk not to go home.

Maahes: "Do you want to get a room at the Inn? Or stay in the castle? We would never make it home by dark, but I do not mind traveling the distance if you wish it." His hand snaked around the small of her back gently and lips fell to press a kiss to the apple of her cheek. "Your bandages need to be changed I am sure." All of that was at home, but he was at her every whim as always after they fought. Feeling like an ass already he would do everything in his power to make up for it. Even if it meant sucking up a little pride and getting over the fact her sister was just a pawn in a man's pocket. It would make her happy, and she was all that mattered.

Ealora:"I...don't know about staying at the castle. Lets go ahead and get a room at the Inn."A small chuckle passed her lips as he pressed a kiss against her cheek and before he could pull away, her head turned, her lips capturing his own. Even before admitting she loved him, and getting into a fight with him, she imagined sharing a passion filled kiss with him. It was the one thing she looked forward to after fighting. Such a simple gesture it seemed but in those kisses, she always strove to show him how much he meant to her, how much she was his, how much he inflamed and impassioned her both with love and yes sometimes rage. "I'm sure the Inn will have what we need to change my bandages...and we can take a hot bath...together."She spoke against his lips. Yes she was a vixen using her charms to win him over but she found oh so much pleasure in teasing him senseless.

Maahes: In the same he would return her kiss passion filled and powerful..yet gentle and kind. "I'll prepare the horse, gather your things and meet me at the mouth of the city, we'll drive home tonight." No he was not about to take his wife to some Inn. He had a lot to making up to do and would dare not do it in an Inn.

Ealora:She gave a gentle purr against his lips as her own curled into a smile. "As you wish..."She seemed to purr again and turned from him only to press back against him, letting her hair, his one weakness she knew off, brush up against his bare arm, his shoulder before she moved off a step or two and turned. "Oh I forgot..I don't have anything inside." She took the two steps back to him and pressed her body against his own. "Sure you can make it home?" There was a glint there within celadon eyes as she grinned up at him, tossing her head in such a way when she pulled away from him that her hair brushed his arm again.

Maahes:"Tease." He murmured under his breath and extended his arm, "You know I will not hurt you again." He spoke as they moved down the road. "I feel badly just putting my eyes upon you, Ealora..what makes you think I could put my hands?"The cart was ready in no time, with her little project still waiting in the back, and he would extend his hand. "Do you want to ask Shaden if she'd like to go?" A lost cause he had no doubt and wondered if the reason she wanted to stay was because of her sister. However he wanted to get home and get back to the camps. Plus Eirian was there, and he wanted the pair to meet again. This time as his wife, because the realization hit him that he could no longer hide it.

Ealora:"I know it."Spoken both about being a tease and that he would not hurt her. "I never said you would lay your hands on me. I know you would not, just as you know I would never stand it if you did. Why do you feel bad for just putting your eyes upon me? I am your wife..you are allowed to look...and touch.." She waited patiently for him to help her up onto the cart, thank god none of her things had been stolen out of the cart. She had paid good money for all her things, still hidden beneath brown wrapping paper. "No, I do not think she would come. I can not soothe her about you, you must do that on your own." While she did want to stay to look after her sister, she wanted to get home as well. Red Wall was still completely new to her despite the hours they had spent there all ready. She wasn't going to scold him again for his words about Shaden, he all ready got the point and had expressed his views on why he acted the way he did. The two of them were just going to have to find a way to co-exist around Ealora. Though Shaden paling and sick looking this morning did worry Ealora. If her condition didn't change within a weeks time, Ealora was going to send a healer to her sister. "Lets get home hmm?"

Maahes:Pulling himself up on the cart he gave the reins a bounce and they would be off. Though Maahes always felt a fool riding around in the wooden cart he enjoyed the company he kept. Proud as people passed their eyes towards them, and he would wrap his arm around his wife's shoulders pulling her against him as the road carried on. Down the path they rode in silence until he parted his lips to ask a question that had been plaguing him. "Ealora, I realize you are still going to keep your duty, I know that your sister means the world to you, and that I've had far too much control for so long..but if there was something bothering you, you would come to me with it yes?" This was the first step of many down the road of recovery, and to help their relationship.

Ealora:She hated carts, probably as much as Maahes hated horses. There had to be a compromise though and since her ass was still rather testy, it was best to be on a cart pouncing along then a horses hard backbone. She couldn't help but letting out a laugh as his arm pulled her in close. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she cuddled close to him while they bounced along. In truth, it put her heart at ease to have him showing a semipublic display of affection. This was going to be the first of many first steps. "Well no, I hadn't planned to continue my duties. I promised you on our return that I was giving up the seas. Yes I do love Shaden, very much, but even she assured me she won't be a wedge between us. I promised her she wouldn't be. She gave me some very good advice today and I plan never to forget it. As for your control, your a General, your supposed to have control, its hard to give it up in personal matters and I understand now its not wanting complete control that makes you the way you are, but the way you care about people. Wanting to keep them safe, keep their souls pure even. But yes, I would come to you if I had something bothering me, in fact I do have something bothering me. Two things even." A bump in the road nearly had her in his lap and she clutched onto his waist as her bottom came up and flew back to the seat and she gave a groan. See, this is why she hated carts and carriages. "First of all, my beating..I know it distresses you, probably more then it does me because you weren't there to protect me, you feel guilty yes? enraged at yourself for being sick and not being there? If I'm right, then the only thing I've to sat to it is, please don't be. I know I can't say it and have it come true but be glad I'm here with you now. I am worried Maahes, those men did...that..to me because of one thing on those posters about me..but someone else put those posters up. Someone is out to get me, I heard one of the men talking about some Darkness, who had planned all of it. I am worried this...darkness will find a way to me away from you. From everyone else I care about. Why, I don't know. My other worry is Shaden, she was sick this morning...or looked it. She says its from moving and not enough sleep because of it but...it still worries me."

Maahes:Pulling the horse's reins he stilled the cart as eyes turned to her, "Should we leave Shaden if she is sick?" He tried not to laugh from her bumping, but it spilled out and instantly he tried to still his face. Concern for Shaden, yes Maahes, be concerned. However to answer her first question all emotion fell from his face as complete remorse lifted his lips. "Yes..I feel very guilty. This..is something, Ealora I'll have to live with the rest of my life, but it will die in time." Pressing back a strand of her hair he placed a kiss to her temple and waited for the continue on or the turn around. "You'll never go through that again without me there to end it. This I can promise you. Everything I do will be close to you, I'll retire soon and live as your husband, and father our children. You'll be safe."

Ealora:"Stryker has assured me he is looking after her. He seems like a rather fine...guard for her. Its strange but I trust he has no ill intentions for her, or for any girls in the house." She fixed a slanted stare at him for his laugh but instantly a smile curled her lips, oh he thought that was funny did he? Her lids fell closed at the gentle kiss. She loved it when he was sweet like this, it warmed her heart completely. "Maahes, I don't want you to retire unless you want to...but trust me when I say that if that is happily your choice it would make me very happy but I never want you to be less then what you are. Just as its my choice to leave the seas, because it will make me happy to be on land with you, I may not be a wholesome wife, I don't know how to cook, I can barely mend clothing but I can do laundry and clean. That is about as wifely as I get." Her arms curled around his waist again as they continued on to home. There was still one question left to be asked and in that sweet soothing honeyed voice, she got up the courage to ask it. "Why do you want to keep our marriage a secret for now?"

Maahes:He had gone quiet once they started down the road again, thinking of this Darkness and how he could not wait to wrap his hands around this being's neck, but it wasn't until she asked of the secret would he break from his thoughts. "I don't want to keep it a secret anymore, but my enemies from Avaria will learn of you and come after you." He pulled her closer settling her into the crook of his arm. Motives to keep her from bouncing again would be reason number "but..I do not want to keep it secret any longer. Like I'm ashamed of you." They were close to home. "One of my men asked of my ring, and if Anulia had the other. I had not realized sheltered I had kept you. I'm sorry if it seemed I am ashamed. I do not want them thinking I married her. You, Ealora are my wife." God he couldn't stop saying that. He loved the word. He loved the meaning. No 'mate' or 'woman' but wife.

Ealora:Her head settled near his shoulder and chest. He kept her warm for one, for two she loved being close to him. Couldn't get enough of his body against her own. Was all newlyweds like this? Even if it was a newly wed thing, she wasn't sure she would ever get enough of him, both in passion and just her plain need to have him close to her. "I know your not ashamed of me, I...just didn't completely understand why you wanted to keep it secret." Her head lifted at his words and she hummed a small chuckle. "That's right, I am your wife and since I don't believe in divorce..."she gave a little mock sigh. "I guess your stuck with me forever." There was a tease in her eyes but inside, she was worried, if the darkness realized just how much her husband meant to her? and his enemies...would they ever get any peace? She grasped his arm curled around her, hugging it tight to her body as she rested against him, her head falling back to his shoulder, even just to tease him with her hair cascading over his shoulder, just a tad of a tease. "I am not ashamed of you Maahes, you are my husband...I would shout it from the castle walls if I could...I could never imagine anyone else in your place..we are perfectly fitted, the perfect storm." Celadon eyes shifted to catch the side of his face and she grinned in his direction. Shaden was right, there was no love like theirs, she was never going to stop fighting for him..for her love for him.

Maahes:She would catch his face forward on the road, but in the same of course that smile. Red Wall came into view with the valley as it's backdrop, home. It would not be long before the men at the gates would open to let them in, and instantly Maahes was brought back to visiting Aislin and Eamonn, how the laughter of children from the village filled the air. He would have hope for this place. Pulling the cart to a stop just before the temple he stood to stretch his body and turn to offer a hand to his wife. She would be able to get her stretch in, but would be forced from her feet as he intended to carry her once again. Careful not to hit her wounds he swept her from her feet and they would pass through the doorway with ease. Everything still smelled so new, the walls were empty and very little furniture filled the space, waiting for the wife to fill in as she wished. "Where too, woman?" Bath? Bed? Kitchen?

Ealora:Her head lifted from his shoulder as Red Wall came into view. It still had the same affect as the first time she saw it. It brought on a feeling of hope...and of home. A smile curled her lips as the cart pulled into the yard and he climbed down and held out a hand to help her down. She stretched, as much as her body would allow before she was swept up into his arms with a champagne laugh. Her head turned left and then right as she thought. "Hmmm..."She hummed in thought as well before leaning her lips close to his ear and whispering. "Bath" before she gave a light nip to the curve of his of cheek just below his ear. She'd think about the house and what to do inside it tomorrow, tonight, she wanted to make up with her husband.

Maahes:Bath it was. Down the hall the wood floors felt so smooth against his feet, as he kicked away his shoes. A bath would do them both good, but he knew her wounds would need a good cleaning. The room was huge, a public bath at one time the walls the only circle in the entire place, and often he wondered why. The mess from the days prior had been cleaned, and he would rest her against a bench lining the wall. She could get what she wanted while he worked to fill round tub with the naturally hot water. Maahes was quick to be rid of his shirt, having only one good tunic he was not about to destroy it while running the water. Against the wall what filled the space was a door that opened and closed like a blade. It took a good deal of force to get it lifted but slid right back down once the tub was filled. Steam rose up off the water filling the room and fogging the glass. "There is so much for you to see." He spoke across the room as he started to remove the leather wraps that held both wrists. "I fear we'll never have a chance to see it all before something else will tear us apart."

Ealora:She liked the bathroom. It was the first room she had seen in the house. Settling on the bench, she rested there for a moment before lifting up and moving to their room just off of the bathing room to collect the robe from the other night, the one with the cherry blossoms. The robe was settled on the bench, along with two towels. While it was easier from him to undress, she took it slow as to allow no pain to cross her face. The dress was strung on the sides, each tie done up in a bow holding the two sides closed, those were ignored as the dress was slowly inched up and over her head. "I can not say I do not fear the same thing, but we have the rest of our lives...for you to show me everything, there may be something that draws us apart, but I will never stop fighting to get back to you Maahes, I love you." The dress was tossed aside, no undergarments, he knew she would never wear them. Moving across the room, she stepped slowly into the tub only to hold a hand out to him and gesturing him to come to her.

Maahes:He had not been sure if she had covered her wounds or not until now. Maahes did his best to forget and pretend they were not there. Even in bed at night he had not touched her, save for holding her hand as they slept. Nightmares plagued her ran through him, and he had to wonder if he had ever been beaten like that if he would not be the same. Shedding the rest of his clothes, they both knew no shame. Nothing to hide for a woman whose held everything in her hands already. He eased into the water as he took her hand and rolled back his head at the heat. A moan of pure bliss would leave his lips as the hot water soothed away his back. His eyes closed when his back hit the wall of the tub and if she were not careful she would have sleeping husband in a matter of seconds. "I'm beyond ready for Peace, Ealora. I dont think I'll ever leave this Valley again."

Ealora:She curled her fingers against his hand as she eased down into the water with him, moving in close to lean her body back against his own. She would show him there was no need for fear in touching her. "I am as well..."Shifting to keep her bandaged wrist lay against his arm outside of the tub, even though it needed to be rebound, she didn't want to get it wet. "Maahes, your not going to hurt me if you..touch me.."She let her head lean back against his broad chest. If he wasn't careful, she was going to fall asleep against him as she let out a yawn, the warm water easing her more then she realized. "But if you would rather wait till I am healed..I'll understand." He had all ready voiced his guilt about not being there to protect her, and his promise to be there from then on so it wouldn't happen again. But she felt deformed, even though she didn't look it, bruises and cuts did not deform a person but it didn't stop her from feeling that way, especially when he looked so pained to seeing her body like that.

Maahes:Hands came to capture her hips pulling her to rest against him further then she was. "You cannot expect me to believe that, I hurt everything I touch." Clumsy. His fingers trailed down the line of her stomach under the warm water and came around to hold the apple of her backside. With her hand over one shoulder he rose his hand from above the water to brush his wet fingers over her skin. "You've become the word..addiction. Is that it? When I can not get enough?' She would be a fool to think she was deformed, and though the cuts were deep they could not change the way he felt. "The only thing I want of you is to get better..but know this.." His lips met hers as he rose his head back up. "I ache for you." He growled the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. "To hear you, feel you..love you, you just have to understand it kills me to see you like this.." Trailing his other hand up her backside without touching her flesh he took her one good hand and pressed it to his chest where his heart beat strongly. "Here, it hurts here."

Ealora: There was a squeal from her lips as he pulled her tight against him by her hips, it didn't hurt her, it made her grin though her eyes slid closed as his touch smoothed over her stomach to her back. She purred, a soft vocalization before her head tilted back and her eyes opened to meet his gaze. "Addiction..yes that's a good word. I call you my obsession." Her chin tilted again, this time in lips meeting lips and she let out a soft moan against his lips. It was not fear or a bad memory that made her shudder against him, just that growl. Lord did it make her want him. Feeling him take her hand, she watched as he placed it on his chest over his heart. Celadon eyes rose upward to meet his gaze. "If I could take that pain away...I would. It is going to take time...for this to heal..." She let her fingers move over his chest, in small circles."I will be content to have you hold me at night, but I constantly ache for you...your my obsession Maahes, every inch of you, every word, every growl...but I would rather not hurt you and then just ravish you when I am healed."A slender brow perked upward, was she teasing again? Hardly.

Maahes: A squeal? He grinned when she gave a little squeal, how cute. "There are other ways to please your body without me hurting you." He spoke with his hands coming to grip her hips and force her against him until her legs had no where to go then around him. Turning in the water he would stand gripping her bottom to support her. She was so light compared to what he lifted on a daily bases. So small and fragile or so she felt, but when he perched her against the the ledge of the tub his own body would return downward into the water until the inside of her thigh was within range of his lips. Where did a man learn this? Maahes had one of those don't ask don't tell policies. Slowly inch by inch he would kiss closer and closer to the heat of her body. Here he could close his eyes and pretend her body was perfect again. He had many scars of his own, arrows, blades, and the letter 'r' over one side of his chest, he still found it hard to forgive the anger done to her body. Not his angel. Ealora...really was the devil now wasn't she? Curling his hands under her thighs he kept them apart in case she tried to protest, but darn it he would not let her go to bed wanting.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Maahes: That night Maahes made love to his wife without hesitation or guilt, but would accept none in return. Her body was pleasured without the satisfaction of his own. One side to a two sided coin right? She would not have been allowed to protest, or turn upon his body. No, that night was for her and her alone. Even as they slept he curled his arms over her in places he felt would hurt her less, just keeping her close. She was not as deformed as she believed to be, but he would refuse to completely take her until she was healed. Punishment? In sorts. However in truth he was simply afraid of hurting her further. The next day the sun rose early spilling in through the windows and stretching their bodies, and with the sounds of the workers outside tending to the fields Maahes would rise with them. Ealora needed the rest so he dare not wake her, but as the morning hours grew later and the choirs over he moved inside the room fresh from a bath. Dressed like a true gentleman the clean white tunic was not in tatters or stained. The sleeves were rolled up over washed hands past his wrists and as far as they would go before his forearms grew too wide. His dreads were held back perfectly behind by a thick strap of leather making it seem he had ran an oversized comb to keep them in line. Hell he even threw a bit of scented oil to the nape of his neck as he heard the gentleman of the city did. Over the clean tunic a leather vest that could almost seem too small would hide the only weapon he would carry on this day, and fell just at the top of the well fitted pants that fell over his boots. "Ealora." He spoke coming into the room to where the Pirate Queen still slept, he touched her leg on the top of the covers to rouse her from her slumber. "Princess..wake up." Peeling back the covers from her bare shoulders he ran the back of his fingers across her skin, "I'm going into town to talk to your sister would you like to go?"

Perry:The sea had been a trip this time, storm after storm proof of the changing weather he was beyond glad to be upon land. Only he and his first mate would walk the streets looking like a pair from a horror tale. He dressed in true Pirate fashion, and his first having every bit of his skin covered looking like a mummy dressed in black. "Wait til you see her, she's got fire for hair and these great big.." He made c's with his hands to mimic the size of the woman's breast. "Mmm." Down the streets the guards watched quickly the pair walk, this shorter blonde with a tall thin man in a top hat. What a sight, the sun and moon, black against white.

Shaden: Shaden was not in the house.. instead she was in the back garden.. that proceeded down a slight slope to a pristine pond.. filled with late fall blooming Lilies in pinks and whites.. against the dark green pads... Sunlight seemed to paint everything in glowing sweeps of color.. the leaves of the trees.. with their fancy cloaks of yellows reds and oranges... the blue of the perfect sky reflected upon the mirrored surface.. made for an astounding morning.. on a blanket in a patch of golden sunlight.. she settled the little dog playing.. chasing small birds that came to investigate the bread crumbs she pinched off tossing the the geese and ducks near by.. the orange tabby off in the bushes waiting for the same said birds..to mistakenly be slow.. or worse..careless.. Shaden was gowned in a simple coppertoned gown of soft velvet trimmed in the same tone of satin about the hem and neckline.. little faceted topaz and citrine stones scattered atop the satin for decorationg in between delicate embrodiery.. it was .. to say the least a fetching gown.. and with her copper hair.. pulled up.. and pinned with tiny jewels as well. she was quite the portrait of perfection. soft laughter at the animals antics.. was joined in with yipping and the sound of ducks quacking.. and geese honking.

Ealora: As the night wore to an end and she lay beside her husband, completely exhausted and well satisfied, she should of wondered where he had learned to do such things, but she did not. To tired to wonder it, to tired to argue when he didn't want the favor returned. Perhaps tomorrow...she wondered as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep. It was the first time in a long time she didn't dream when she slept. Comfortable in her husbands arm, she didn't even flinch when the sun rose and bathed their bodies in a soft warm glow. Didn't move as he left the bed in order to start the day. It was only the touch to her calf that had her humming softly in sleep before awareness set in as the covers were pulled back. Her head turned, hand raising to pull the hair away from her eyes as she blinked sleepily into the morning light and up at her husband. For a moment she just stared, as if unaware to who he even was but a slow grin spread across her lips as she wiggled to her side and yawned as she slowly sat upward. "Yes I'll go." The sheet was taken with her, wrapped firmly around her body as she rose from the bed. "Just give me a minute to get dressed?" She stood on her toes to press a quick kiss against his lips before she moved into the washroom to wake herself up to go.

Maahes: He loved it when she first woke up especially when the light lit up her form and her hair spilled around her face. Yeah she needed to hurry and heal. In a world of shorter people she made up for it by standing on her toes, and Lord did he love it when she stretched to meet him instead of him coming to her. "Hurry." He whispered across her lips letting her go as she was off. "I'd like to speak to her alone, but I figured you would like to get back out of this Valley, but can you promise me you will go no where near the docks?"

Perry:"She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes, and starry skies;" He spoke over the wall of the garden watching the vixen do such a common task when all the kings horses should be brought to aid her in her..work, "And all that's best dark of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes;" (Lord Byron 1788) Peregrin's grin was a million to one, teeth bright and eyes shimmering of blues and golds. Strands of wild curls pale and yellow under the sun, no wonder he captured the heart of many but kept so very few. "Shaden..Goddess divine, I've heard from the mouths of Kings that your beauty could match none other.." Oh how he loved the fire in this ones eyes. "How much?" The man over his shoulder dressed in tailored clothes of midnight black hid his face under the brim of the French top hat, of fashion and design; the latest from Paris; shook his head with a role of navy eyes, for none to see.

Shaden: The morning before had been spent with the three newest members of the Gilded Lily... Margret O'Mally, Allison Mauarey.. and last but not least..AnnieLaurie Shaw.. three young girls Shaden had found upon the streets.. this morning lesson had been in how to eat mannerly, and general manners.. yesterday had been hygien and dressing approperalty for the part of a Courtesan.. of the three she had to say that Margret had the most potiential.. quick of wit and leaning she was not the prettiest of the three.. but made up for her rather plain looks with a smile tha t would melt your heart.. but when noon had come she had slipped away for a private moment unto herself.. a melencholy slipping over her.. long after the bread was all gone gobbled by geese and ducks.. her knees drawn up..lillies.. when she heard.. those words and turned to look at the man standing at the gardens gate.. peering thru the ivy laced bars at her.. spouting poetry no less.. " I do think.. that your words are contrived.. yet non the less beautifulll.. " she gained her feet and moved toward the garden gate.. " Do you always... end such beauty with such... bluntness ?" a copper brow arched his way.. taking in the man behind him.. still the gate neither seperated them.. it's lock fully employeed... " And so early in the day?"

Ealora: She knew to promise and go against it was to break a promise. The truth was she hadn't seen her ship since being taken off it by Pembroke and she missed it and her crew who had dutifully stayed away to give her time with her husband. Still, there would be another day to visit, once the dangers of darkness and shadows passed. "I understand" She spoke from the washroom, reappearing in as short a time as she could pull on a pale pink colored Egyptian dress which touched the edge of her ankles. The sheet draped over one hand and a lacey shawl in the other. The sheet was placed back on the bed and she lifted up to place a gentle kiss against his lips once more. "I promise." There was no suspicion of his wanting to speak to Shaden alone. They had had a rift, Ealora wanted them to make up, she had said so the night before. Her hair had been pulled back but clipped with a simple and elegant tie to still flow down her backside, the red glass necklace he had given her the only dangling jewelry she wore. "Let's go..."

Maahes:He curled his fingers through her own as he took her hand and walked side by side with her as they went down the hall. "I had not planned to take the cart, would you mind riding in a saddle?" Maahes had no clue that she had spent the day before in the seat of one, but knew her displeasure on the cart. "I would take Komor, but Anulia is not very willing to part with him." The horses were drawn out front, two seeming to match White but painted with brown patches as if God had played with them within the mud before he created them.

Perry:As Shaden moved forward Peregrin spoke without speaking; meaning he moved his lips but did not look to the man over his shoulder and whispered so only he could hear, "Voyez? Beau oui?" The man behind him rocked on his feet once and looked down the tip of his nose at the advancing woman.

Jean-Claude:" Oui très beau..hors de votre ligue."

Perry:It would be then he would turn his head over his shoulder to catch the man's eye in question, "Pourquoi dites-vous cela?" The man in the hat would only smirk, but keep his voice low, "Elle joue votre jeu." The French rolling with enough of a smile that he dare not move his flat lips. Peregrin returned his head to the woman, and grinned--fake--but still smiled, "I've come to require about an escort to the Fall Benefit going to be held out on the lands of Akanaeiro Kabe. Tell me of your fruits? Do they look as ripe and plump as their tender?" Leaning against the gate he played the star dazed little boy rather well, speaking in soft words and careful placement. "You see.." So start the waterworks of fake emotion, "I have just had the worst luck with women lately, and frankly just want one to play the part of my date..I've had my heart broken too many times, and wish not to be tempted by the ladies of the dance, so a hired hand I can return without breaking a tear." Lies.

Shaden: Copper brows raised as she read his lips.. though no hint of the whisper reached her ear.. a smile lifted the corners of her lush ripe mouth.. even white teeth revealed as the enchanting smile was cast upon the men " merci pour la compliment" it was a soft silky roll of her tounge that carresed the vowells.. as she let them know she understood their converastion.. as well as spoke their language.. to the man behind him she nodded her head as if to say.. it takes a game player to know one... then looked back at the heartbroken sot.. who was lying thru his teeth.. " I am going to the Fall Fest myself.. and as of yet do not have and escort.. perhaps.. 2 gold... as just.... your escort and dance partner.. the rest can be negotiated.. if the need.... arises.. " she almost seemed to overlook the dramatic one who was pressing his suit.. doing so.. quite poorly.. and instead oncentrate on the one behind him.. always somthing about talll dark and mysterious.. would she ever learn.

Ealora:Did her bottom just twinge in anticipation of a hurtful ride or was it a slight of mind. Right now she was not looking forward to horse or cart but well...since there was only two choices, she was glad to have the horse instead of the cart. Her thumb rubbed over his knuckles as she strolled out to the horses and she had to grin at the matching pair, how very cute. "Horses will fine...who is Komor?...Wait strike that..I'll find out I'm sure"She let out a laugh as she waved the question off. Shifting her skirts around, she pulled herself up onto the horse, waiting for him to do the same before they were off, honestly she loved the valley, but it always seemed like such a long journey into town, perhaps she could get someone to go to the docks for her, to check on her ship and crew as well as get her pants!

Jean-Claude:"Les negotations ne seront pas nécessaires" The man behind the Pirate clasped his shoulder with a gloved hand. She walks in beauty, he walks in death seeming so lifeless and still as he stood so solid upon his ground. Yet as if he weighed nothing at all his motions were like a ballet in movements of grace and precision.

Perry:Peregrin cleared his throat before looking behind him with a scowl, and the head of the other fell.

Jean-Claude:"Forgive me." He whispered taking a few steps back to leave the pair in complete silence.

Perry:"I will only need the date." He spoke with a smile, leaving a bag of coin against the gate's wall. "I'll pick you up here?"

Maahes:The trek had been a long one, and with a kiss to his wife he moved down the streets of the market towards the Gilded Lily like the brute he was, pressing past the crowd and stopping only to pick up freshly cut roses from a vendor. Many people rose their eyes to the General in surprise that he would carry such a delicacy and that he looked like he was hell bound to empress a lady..walking towards the Gilded Lily, oh how their brows arched and rumors went to flying. How wonderfully he had slept the night before, curled against his wife naked and completely satisfied that he had wore her out. Yet how quickly his mood could be ruined by just one man. Oh hell nah!!! Just as the two before him spoke he saw the mask of rage pull over his eyes. Shaden would have no clue as to what that man meant to him, or how much he hated him. She no doubt would see it as he being over protective again. Peregrin's neck was taken within his hand and he squeezed without holding back until the much much smaller man was turning blue in his face; roses in the other hand.

Shaden:"Nooo I shall meet you there... I have to be there early for... preperations.. " she smiled.. lighlty.. her brow furrowed at the abrupt withdrawel of the target of her curiosity.. the blond man however.. almost seemed too perfected in his quest for her agreement to escort him.. which made the hair on her neck stand on end.. there wasn't a few steps he had taken.. when it seemed from no where he was.. captrued in the law paw of.. "MAAHES what on earth she cried out.. fumbeling with the key in the lock of the gate.. as she watched the man turning blue.. oddly thinking.. yellow roses... how pretty.. why such things ran thru her head at odd moments was a mystery.. behind him her eyes scanned for the darker man.. no doubt he would help his friend in this attack.. the lock clicked and gave finally and the iron gate protested loudly as she swung it open.. lunging at Maahes...arm.. trying to pull him off the now axphixiating man... "Maahes your going to kill him "

Ealora: The kiss was returned before she was directing her horse towards a handler. He could go talk to Shaden, she was going to go shopping. Red Wall might of had a complete bathhouse and bedroom, but she had the rest of the house to do, that was going to be a chore since Ealora had not had a house since she lived with her parents as a girl! Her shawl was unraveled and placed around her arms as she moved down the street, peeking at shop fronts, her lip worried between her teeth. She had no idea how to decorate a house! Yet here Anulia had done their room! Perhaps it was a bit of jealousy but she was determined to be somewhat of a good wife. In some way...

Woman 1: A woman in the streets giggled to her friend as they brushed past the Pirate Queen, "Did you see the General how good he looked? Like a man not an animal."

Woman 2:"Yes! Mmm what I wouldn't give to have that man for a night."

Woman 1:"He was going going the courtesans house, beautiful woman that she is. No doubt she's enjoyed that man many nights."

Woman 2:"Did you see the flowers he was bringing her? Here I heard he was married to Anulia, the tendress from the Briar Rose."

Woman 1:Down the street they continued until slipping into a shop of womanly things. What ladies wore, not pirate captains.

Maahes:"Good!" He growled before tossing Perry down the streets and to the feet of the man in black. "Get him out of my sight!"

Jean-Claude:Je le détruirai, maître, si vous souhaitez." (I will destroy him, master, if you wish.)

Perry:Peregrin shook his head coughing and stood up. "No..let us just go." With that he cast a wink in Shaden's direction before he was helped away held up by his arm.

Maahes:Turning upon his heel he turned furious eyes upon Shaden, "What was HE doing here?!?!" The rose stems were squeezed so tightly the cut of thorns were tearing his skin and the stems were breaking. "What was he paying you for?!" How quickly a dark face could fill with the anger of harsh reds, and how fast already watching eyes grew wider.

Shaden:" He... he... " she stutted and stammered under the bulls interagation.. " He wanted and escort for the fall festival.. at your place... " she told him the truth.. then her eyes saw the blood from his hands dripping over the petals of the roses.. her look turned to concern.. as she reached for his hand.. " your hurt... let me look... " her hand was gentle on his as she slowly unclasp his fingers... and took the roses setting them atop the post of the gate.. " You've cut your self.. here.. " she dropped his hand a moment lifting her skirts.. to tear a piece of slip from beneath.. anyone passing the garden gate would only see the two of them... her with her skirts up.. him watching stock still as feminine flesh encased in silken hose was revealed.. more rumors.. of course.. the strip of petticoat was pressed to his wounds... to staunch the bleeding... " Do you know him.. whatever is wrong ?" his reaction had been that of one to danger.. not just his normal bullish anger.. this she knew.. and took seriously... all thoughts of chastising him on his lack of manners gone.. in her concern for him..

Ealora:Celadon eyes swiveled away from a beautiful furniture set down to the street. It was a way to keep her ears open to what the ladies were saying, although why the hell should she care? A look crossed her face, reflecting in the glass, married to Anulia? Her lips pressed tightly together. These were just rumors, just idle gossip. A hand reached up to brush russet curls away from her face. She stared at the ground so hard it all most hurt. A sudden shake of her head had the tender of the store second guessing approaching her. What the hell was she doing? There was nothing going on, and instantly she felt guilty for letting the gossip get to her. Turning away from the furniture set, she let out a puff of air, this was harder then she thought...both the gossip and shopping.

Maahes:"That..man..he" Maahes was so mad he could not breathe, but against Shaden's hands he relaxed would he turn another of her clients away? "You..are not mad at me?" His fingers closed around hers as she took his hand. Allowing her to touch freely he gave a deep breath and hung his head as if ashamed to admit, "That man is a monster. He uses women as toys, like they matter nothing to him." His hand that wasn't wounded raised to touch her cheek lightly, and in a desperate voice pleaded, "Shaden, you matter the world to me. You in such a short time have found a place in my heart for eternity." He brushed his thumb over her cheek lightly, "Know that everything I have done has only been to protect you because I love you." Getting down upon one knee he cared not who was watching and took her hand that held his within his other. "Forgive me. I'll try I promise to understand, to not express how much I dislike your profession. I'll not say anything else and hold my words, but..please.." Down to both knees now he begged, "stay away from that pretty boy."

Woman 1:After a few moments the girls came back out with ribbons tied around their wrists, ribbons for their dresses. "Yeah, he and the jungle woman have known each other all their lives. She was once put into his cell to bare his child, but when she could not get pregnant they sold her to another, and they reunited here.. sweet huh?" The other woman nodded and they both turned their hands up to the Captain, "Good day, Lady Malory." Spoken as they passed.

Shaden:Shocked was an understatement.. as he took a knee... the touch of her cheek.. and the sweet caring words she might have expected... but bent knee and pleading.. had her heart thumping wildly in her chest.. " Oh Maahes.. " tears shone in her eyes as she dropped down to her knees beside him, her own hands holding his lightly.. "Maahes.. you are part of my heart too.. do not think your not.. I love you... as my family as I do Ealora... come now.. there is no more anger between us.. " she pulled him from his feet.. not knowing if anyone saw from the street.. thru the gate what looked like a proposal.. or a lovers vow... ushereing him to a small bench she knelt at his feet.. taking his hands into inspection.. a few of the thorns were pulled out quickly.. the swatch of cloth staunching the blood.. but one stubborn one refuse.. and it was just embedded enoguh she coudlnt' get her fingernails about it.. "Hold on " she laughed as she dipped her head to his palm.. lips and teeth moving against it until the thorn was grasp within her teeth and pulled from his flesh.. from the garden gate.. a passerby might think to have seen some type of oral pleasure going on.. only to be confirmed by her abrupt.. straigtening and then spitting something from her mouth ( the thorn } sitting back on her heels she looked up at him.. " Tell me.. more about Perrigrin... why you dislike him so.. before I promise.."

Ealora:They intended to make her mad. She was sure of it. Every stall seemed to have whispers on their lips. In reality, it was day to day business but now the thought was within her head and it would not budge, even as her heart was saying it couldn't possibly be true, her mind was saying; really, are you sure? Celadon eyes swiveled upward towards the women, the look within her eyes nearly dangerous before she gave a curt nod of her head. She might of softened to most but the right now, who knew who the hell was out to get her and she still was not able to let more then a few people into her life. "Good Day" Usual honeyed voice was brisk as she hugged the shawl tighter around her shoulders. How long had Maahes been gone now? He wanted to talk to Shaden alone, sure she understood that but all ready she was tiring of shopping. She wanted to go home, to her project. Get away from idle gossip and the streets. Her lips pressed tightly together, to keep from blurting out to the women that she was in fact the wife of Maahes Asad Aziem and they should shut their mouths. It was the first time ever she actually did win the battle to not say what she was thinking. Maahes had said he didn't want to keep it a secret but neither did he say he wanted idle prattling women to be the first to know.

Maahes:He groaned when she pulled the thorn out, feeding the "oral" imagery and put his head back against the garden wall. "He's the bastard father of my son. Left Galen thinking he was dead..Galen's mother.." He gave another moan and a wince when she finished, "killed herself she could not take the heartache, and left him in the boy's home." Raising his head back up he met Shaden's eyes. "I'll spare you the details of Galen's stay, but the madness has driven him crazy to track down the man of that home. I have not seen him for two years.." Lifting her chin be bent to kiss her forehead lightly and whisk away any tear that might remain before looking about the garden. "You've worked hard on this place.." He could tell. Yeap. "Those flowers were for you.." Passing his eyes then to the roses being trampled on in the streets. "I'm sorry..I hate any man who can not stand up to what he started."

Shaden:"it would be rude of me to cancel on him.. but I will be safe.. I will be at Aka Kabe under your watchful eye the whole time.. he is meeting me there.. and after that I promise I shall not see him again.. it is only for.. an escort nothing more.. and if you wish I will spend the night with you and Ealora so you mind will be at rest on the matter.." she smiled warmly up to him... then lifted from her spot before him and hugged him soflty... befor taking a seat beside him... " Would it surprise you to know.. that besides.. what happened to me in Aberdeen.. no man save Jack.. has even kissed me... I do not take men to my bed..everytime one pays for my time.. sometimes it's conversation.. or just an escort.. sometimes it's advice... or just companionship.. for the lonely..." her voice suddenly saddned when she spoke of being lonely... " in fact.. before Jack.. there was only one man... for the past year... Marco... I was in love with him.. gave up everything to be with him.. my life in venice.. my business.. everything.. to be his ...I moved to the country... became a housewife... but in the end.. he betrayed me and almost had me exucuted... " her eyes looked far off as if in the place of the memories... " I will never.. be in a place to let a man decide my fate again.. " she hoped he would understand her words.. her eyes cast over to the roses... " They were beautiful..." she chuckled and hugged him tighlty... " where is my sister anyway?"

Shop Keep Woman: "Captain Malory," A voice as sweet as honey found the shell of her ear as a woman stood outside her store sweeping the fallen leaves at her feet. "What a lovely dress you have on..such a perfect color." The woman's kind face smiled and gestured to the window where a set of salt water pearls in the color of peach rest around a wooden hand by ways of gold links stringing the set together. "I think it would match perfectly would it not?" Though of course she would then smile to the man who now stood behind her, her eyelashes batting with her smile.

Perry:"Wrap it up for her." The voice a deep purr as it left his lips, and the Pirate stood just off the shoulder of the Captain before him. Kind and gentle as if starstruck alone on her beauty, "Though she leaves the ocean, it will serve as a reminder of the sea that will miss her dearly." Friend to friend.

Shop Keep Woman:"As you wish, M'lord." She moved inside taking the coin that had been given, returning shortly with the package.

Perry:"Keep it wrapped up, we'll have to hide it from her.." Leaning in he whispered into Ealora's ear. "Husband." and with that he continued down the street showing no sign of any kind Struggle.

Ealora:A twitching smile was offered to the woman as she gave a dip of her head in a nod. "Their beautiful..". She turned to regard Peregrin with a scowl until the package was shifted to her hands by the woman. She offered a smile to the woman before the smile fell from her face and it turned stark white. Whirling around, she found Perry moving down the street and quickened her pace to catch up with him, the parcel thrust into his hands. "First of all, your in position to be giving me gifts...second of all...how did you know I was leaving the seas and about..my...other affairs?"An eye slid to watch a couple passing with raised brows. Lord all mighty, not more rumors. First visiting the 'English Pig' in the jail and now associating with a known pirate. "There are only two people who know of my affairs, you were never one of them. I demand to know how you know.."Celadon eyes slid back to the pirate. Hang the damn rumors, they would just have to kiss her ass. She wanted answers.

Perry:"You just told me yourself.." He grinned from ear to ear, the sun shimmer from the stones reflecting in his eyes. "Why get so defensive over such a thing, unless you are in love with the man,.." He took her hand gently into his own and replaced the package. "Trust me Ealora, you'll need these along the road to keep you grounded and know where you came from." His eyes passed back to the Lily and hurt hit them hard, his head then falling as if hiding a secret. He could barely meet her eyes when he rose them, not wanting to be the one to break the news to her he would only hint, "and for what I just saw." With that he was gone, stepping into the crowd making it impossible to chase. Busy streets you know.

Woman 1:"Girls!" A woman came brushing by, "The Lady Shaden has the General in her gardens and he cries of love making. Come quick and listen!"

Maahes:"I won't let you be in a place where a man will pick for you. Unless I approve " He smiled not realizing how wrong that sounded. "None are good enough for you. Jack is a good man, but I even have a hard time watching you two, perhaps that will be easier when you are married." He hugged her in return, and stood with her. "She is in the market, I should return to her. Will you come visit soon?"

Shaden:"I will come visit soon I swear... before the festival to help get ready... " her eyes darkened when he spoke of Jack.. and marriage " I do not think that Marriage is in my cards... and I have not seen Jack since we returned.. so things will be easier for your eyes.. it seems " the hug was warm and she held onto him for a moment.. there was a sad loneliness in her.. that seemed to settle like a chill.. before she pulled away.. " Go.. go tend to your wife..make her happy.. I'll see you both soon"

Ealora:Fraggle Rock! She cursed under her breath. She had walked right into that and knew it. Her lips pressed tightly together as he took her hand into his own and handed back the wrapped pearls. I don't believe you..I don't trust you..Her face screamed back at him in expression. Her eyes turned towards where the road lead to the Lily then back and he was gone, the package left in her hand. Fraggle..Her hand curled around the packace, well damn it she liked the pearls but she didn't want to keep them when he paid for them. She had every intention of returning to the store and paying the woman extra just so she wouldn't feel guilty for keeping them when the woman came brushing by. Her face went white again. Just wait...their marriage would be announced soon and those gossiping would feel foolish. This wasn't happening...he wouldn't...she wouldn't..Her head was swimming. Her heart protested it wasn't so, her head was screaming it was..This was stupid, she kept repeating in her head as she wandered up the street towards the Lily, this was just stupid gossip...Yep, keep saying to Ealora.

Maahes:Moving down the street towards the market he caught sight of his wife and smiled. What a sight she was, the fabric flowing behind her, the shaw wrapped around her shoulders. Many women who had gone to listen stilled in their steps at the sight of him, realizing how fast that must have been. Tips they would need to learn from Shaden no doubt! Was he smiling at them? No, Maahes brushed past them to open his arms for Ealora, his Pirate Queen. Hellcat from the seven seas. As she drew closer he realized how pale she looked and instantly became worried, and as he wrapped his arms around her he breathed into her hair his concern, "What's wrong Princess?" Breaking from their embrace only to lift her face, with the palm of his hand he met her eye. Would that be all she needed to know? Enough proof her husband would not dare touch another.

Ealora:She hadn't realized it was him till his arms wrapped around her and she sank into them grateful as the realization that it was him sank into her like a warm blanket. Softly she pressed her face into his broad chest until he raised her chin with his hand. A smile curled her lips then, the color returning to her face. Her heart raced in triumph, see it wasn't true! Eye for eye, she just beamed at him. I love you, I love you so much..."Nothing...well...just idle gossip, some people think your married to Anulia. It just...got to me for a second is all...and I hate shopping Maahes, I have no idea how to decorate the house." she had to admit that much with a soft honey tinted laugh.

Maahes: "You do as you wish to that house, the same as your cabin you make this place ours. If it you want nothing then so be it." He spoke as he brushed her hair out of her face and kissed the top of her head. Brushing his thumb over her cheek he tilted her face up to his. "Don't let those rumors get to you, the truth will come in time. You will see." Such words to echo through the dawning months. My wife knows no fear. " Come, let's go together yes?"

Ealora: She let out a laugh at his words. She'd figure out a way to decorate the house. It had taken all most a year to make just her cabin right, but she'd done it, taking the time to find the perfect items. She'd find the perfect items. Her smile continued to grow, that smile that was just for him. "I won't..it was just a second..it won't bother me anymore, promise. Yes lets go together. Your meeting with Shaden went well yes?" Her eye caught the sight of his hand and she gasped as she took his hand between her fingers."What happened?"

Maahes:"Stupid flowers." He mumbled to her half ashamed it even happened. "You slept without dreams last night..or you did not wake me."He smirked from the corner of his mouth to her dark eyes lowering to catch hers as they moved through the streets. Passing dark alleys into sun struck stone streets, and Maahes had to wonder how much longer the weather would hold as this. He did catch sight of the package in her hand, and grinned. "Good to know you will at least leave with something for your troubles." He rolled the leather vest from his shoulders as the heat of the day started to fill him, though the wind was cool and crisp the sun was still warm. Untucking the tunic, there was the man she knew and loved. The hot mess who couldn't tie his shoes or get dressed on his own, looking more the part.

Ealora:She let out a snort about the flowers. There was the man she knew. "No, I slept without dreams last night...that's the first time in years." Her fingers curled to his own as they walked and her eyes only shifted away from his when he mentioned the package, she had all most forgotten. "Oh...yes.."She let go of his hand and took the vest from him to curl it over her arm with a laugh as he untucked the tunic. "You be careful...or I might just drag you into one of these dark alleys.."She loved him no matter how he was dressed, but it was when he was dressed the way he wanted, himself that she loved the most. Not looking the part of some lord that he was not. Just as she was not some lady of the court.

Maahes:Maahes loved moments like this, when they were surrounded by a sea of people but the only two upon the entire Island. How easy he could forget what he was or what was done to her in her smiles and laughter. He even wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her against him not even thinking of the wounds across her skin. "You would not have to drag me." He smiled waving to a gawking face and the woman slowly waving back. "See, this will break those rumors..or they..think I am whore like your sister."

Ealora:She couldn't help but let out a laugh to the gawking women. Wouldn't this create more rumors as well. Her arms encircled his waist and the two seemed to walk on with ease. It hardly even hurt when his arm slid around her backside, she was healing well. "Oh so you know about those rumors." No she wasn't teasing, but now within his arms, she could tell how silly she had been. "People see what they want to see, not what actually is. Just like sometimes we hear only what we want to hear and not how its actually said. You're right though, such rumors are idle gossip and not to be meant taken seriously."

Maahes:"They are the same rumors, but when our son is born rumors will stop. They will know I share my bed with you. He will crush those who speak ill of his parents." Oh how serious Maahes was in that moment, talking of their child as it were a done deal. The halter of his blade hung under his arm no longer hidden from his vest, but this was his normal correct? Growing silent then he thought about Issa, or what he assumed to be the boy he had never met, and a reminder was set off of a conversation he had wanted to have a long time ago. "Why did you not stay with Issa's father?" Blunt and to the point, he shifted from yin to yang in seconds.

Ealora:That smile, his smile curled her lips again as he talked of their having a son. She squeezed his arm as they walked, as if echoing his sentiments without a word. Yet how quickly the mood shifted and she flinched as if struck. Issa's father...how she hated that man where once she had thought she loved him. "Because he was the very man who planned the sell me into slavery once his wife returned to his ship. He was...my captain when I was a pirate. I had just found out I was pregnant with Issa when I also found out about the plan to get rid of me. I thought he never knew of Issa.."She let out a heavy sigh, if she had been more careful, Issa might of lived. Would of been here with them now. She still felt the guilt though the rage had subsided. She would live with it the rest of her life. "Then when I went to Paradise Point and saw Issa grave..he was there..he told me he had murdered my son...and so I murdered him. It's one of the accusations on the posters that is true about me Maahes...but the one where I murdered my son...is not." She had perhaps said more then he had wanted to know but once she had started talking about it, she just couldn't stop until finally she pressed her lips together and turned her eyes to meet his.

Maahes: "Is he the only other man you shared your body with?" Seeming to be more important then the entire conversation, but what mattered to one man mattered differently to him. "I do not think you would kill your son, but I have to admit had you kept him with you things would be different." He turned to meet her eyes, "or was he taken from you?" These were real fears he had, but knew that he could only speak so much of them. Would she do the same to their children?

Ealora:"Yes he was the only man." As much as it pained her to say it. She could argue that she didn't know he was married. That she had been a stupid young girl but that could only work so far. She paused in their walk, her arm tightening on his to still him as well as they met eye for eye. "Maahes, I was a bloodthirsty pirate...that was no life for a child..an innocent baby..when I had him, I knew Issa was the one good thing about me. I thought Benjamin didn't know of even his conception so when I had him in Paradise Point, I held him, to feel him in my arms...and then I did the hardest thing I have ever had to do...I gave him to Sam and told him to give him to a family in Paradise Point. That was the second time I cried in my life. By morning, I stilled my heart against feeling ever again. Until you...but I promised myself, promised Issa that I would never be that bloodthirsty pirate out for greed and profit ever again, I spent my time since his birth hunting down the people that hurt me...that planned to sell me into slavery, who had done such things to others while I did nothing...and I made them pay for their actions. It might not of been my place, but who would of done it had I not? There are a lot of people saved by what I did...at the expense of losing my son...but it will haunt me the rest of my life..it will pain me the rest of my life for giving him up and his life being cut short by it."

Maahes:"He is happy where he is, God has him. I have you. You can let this go now." Pressing a kiss to her temple he tightened his grip around her hip as they walked. "I love you." Whispered against her skin he smiled as they continued down the path.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Ealora:How gracefully night melded into day and back into night again. An elegant dance accompanied by bright and wonderful colors and even dark hued shadows that held their own beauty. Part of the day was spent devoted to the refugees, both the old and the young. Seeing their needs were met above her own. It had begun at dawn and what had gotten into the pirate queen? The fact that her wounds were healing, that her bruises were fading and the lashes, they would take longer but there was no pain. There was still a broken nose to tend to as well as a broken wrist but she was learning what was acceptable pressure and what was not. One of her trunks had been delivered to Red Wall with her pants. A blessed sight for she did miss them and for the work she intended to do, she could not do it in a dress. Slacks of doe skin brown with a cream tunic left untucked as well as her hair in a ponytail that swayed in time with what inspired her for the moment stayed on throughout the day, even when she left word that she was going into town around midday. Now that the night was chasing away the day? She returned had returned to Red Wall. Within the empty sitting room that made up the home, she sat indian style, unwrapping some of the packages from the night before. Pencils, charcoal sticks, parchment pieces, canvas'. Each was laid out in its own spot for it served a purpose, to stand in for the furniture that would be delivered tomorrow. Turning her head left then right, she let out a sigh an stood, turning to inspect each art piece that represented a piece of furniture. Had she bought to much? Would it fit. "Maahes?"she called out into the open, she needed her husbands advice here. "Maahes, I need you!"She called again as her head dipped, her ponytail swinging forward to gracefully sway over one breast.

Maahes:Maahes had found himself in the depths of the fields working along side the farmers who gathered the last bit of grain for feed as it soured under the sun. So much of his time had been spent with each family helping them mend the torn shanties that they were to be living in. Though they were one room, sometime two many were thrilled to have the life away from the city until they could get on their feet. The day of the street massacre most men and women who had been killed were of age, and leaving behind children who had survived the plague. A new baby boom left without their parents. With 4-6 years of life, they were all to young to be without some kind of guidance...did it have to be his? For most of the days until their caretakers called for them at night, Maahes felt as the native story of the piper who had a trail of children to bake for a pie was that how it went? He could not recall, but hearing his wife calling for him he would start in direction of the house, having not been too far. Yet as he walked, that line of little feet would trail until half way Maahes would stop only to meet the dirty big eyed amazement of innocent faces. "Go away." He would bark, and still they would not move. Many had watched that day their parents fall, only to see this man right that wrong and take control of that battle. Continuing on, only a few more brave then the rest would follow but all would be stopped with the slamming of the door before they would have the chance to pass the frame. Giggles heard outside the door trailed off as they all ran to play, 'Pester the General' done for now. Through the window slants he would watch with a smirk as their bobbing heads passed away into the fields. Moving then he pressed into the room smelling of wheat and crisp autumn air with the fresh musky scent of an arabic oil used to chase away what the day's work would bring. Of course he would say nothing, but a black brow would arch in wonderment catching her eye.

Ealora:Her head lifted at the giggle of children and catching bobbing heads crossing the window, she could only grin and shake her head before catching her husbands eye. "oh watch your foot!" She pointed to bundle of charcoal sticks at his foot. Dancing around the canvas' and parchments on the floor, she made her way to him and lifted up on her toes to place a kiss against his lips. "Mmm, you smell good. Have you been working in the fields all this time?" She made a mental note to get him into a warm bath and rub some of that salve onto his body afterwards, he was going to be sore in the morning. She would wait to explain the canvas, parchment, pencil and charcoal combo on the floor.

Maahes:"I would not be a good man if women worked when my hands were able." Winter was around the corner and there would be an entire herd to feed before long with the return of the fleece downs. His skin was warm from the day under the cloudless sky, and cheeks dark with the caress of the sun. "What are you doing?" Her kiss was returned, and his hand curling over the rise of her backside knowing she had not been struck there. "You have been busy." His deep voice rumbled from his chest watching the room as if expecting her to work her magic and those images come to life.

Ealora: "Oh that reminds me. I'm doing laundry tomorrow..no arguments."She turned within his arms, hugged her hands to his own around her and grinned. "Well after spending half the day with some of the women, I went into town and found the perfect set to go into this room.."One arm lifted from his to point a large square made by parchment in the middle of the floor. "That's going to be a small table and then around three sides there will be comfy couches.."She turned his arms around, this time to tilt her head up and smile at him. "I thought since we were both born of the desert, I would do the house in desert colors and themes. What do you think?"

Maahes: What a smile would cross the face of the Beast, one that only she would know. It was the smile that reached his eyes, but as well lit up his face. " You can do anything you like." He squeezed her tightly and a light laugh would rise from him as he curled his hands under her backside to lift with his hug. "I will live in a tree so long as you are there..and my pillow." Couldn't forget that, tattered thing that it was. He let her go only to walk the room, push one seat closer to the window. Turning then with an oh so serious face he took a seat upon the paper, slowly as his body was not what it used to be he met the floor. "This can be my chair." Spoken like a king upon his throne. Raising a hand to the firepit in the middle of the room, "Children can play there..by the fire, and you can sew..." He chuckled then realizing how wild that would be..Ealora sewing. "You can do as you please." Grinning he returned his eyes to her, sitting on his chair...paper.

Ealora:She let out a small squeal as he lifted her up in the hug then set her on her feet again, a honeyed laugh spilled from her lips as she turned to watch him move about the 'paper' room. Her arms folding across her chest as a brow rose to his actions. She couldn't help it, she burst out laughing as he eased his massive frame onto the paper and announced his seat. "As you wish.." She moved towards him and paused to look at the firepit then him."No young children by the fire...only when they are older." She continued towards him and settled down till her back was pressed to his front. "Hey...I can...learn to sew" She turned her head to stick her tongue out at him before leaning back to inspect the setting from that point of view. "Just how many children do you expect us to have?" All they needed was candles and wine and this would be one romantic night! At least he wasn't worried about hurting her. This was nice.

Maahes:"I want you to fight." He whispered against the tender flesh of her neck. "You do not have hands that sew." Capturing her much smaller digits into his own he wrapped them around herself as he wrapped his arms around her. "You have hands that survive. Teach these women to do as you do. Fight as you fight. Raise my children with these hands to know no fear, that is all I can ask of you. I do not expect you to change into something you are not." His accent rolled deeply over his lips and down her neck against the pulse that ran in the veins under her flesh. He smiled then resting his bearded chin against her shoulder, both of them sitting in his chair. "I was thinking the number 25. It is a good number to start our family, yes?"

Ealora:She could only grin as he captured her hands in his own and whispered against the hollow of her neck. The vibrations sent shivers down her spine. "It makes me very glad to hear you say that..I was wondering if I could have a place at your academy...to teach women.."She let out a hum of a moan with the vibration of his lips against her veins. The man knew how to tease without knowing he was doing it. Her eyelids slowly fell closed as she just...rested against him. Till he said 25 kids and she jerked upward, swinging her head around to look at him"Twenty-five?! I do hope you mean the refugee kids and not me having twenty-five kids."

Maahes:He chuckled deeply letting his body fall back on his arms to support. "I did not think we had control over how many you have? I shall make love to you every night, and you will bare as many as God wants Hmm?" Was he mocking her? Lord, if Tommy could see him now she would not even know who he was. Maahes didn't smile or laugh, he didn't jest or speak without spoken to. At least he never did for any of them. The heavy beads that wrapped his dreads hit against the hardwood floor as he sat back even further enjoying the view of his wife..with her eyes as wide as the moon. On his chair.

Ealora:"Well once pregnant I think making love to me every night will have defeated the purpose."She teased back before leaning in against him, curling one arm upon his stomach and placing her chin against her arm as she looked up at him with that oh so cute smile of hers. "Are you going to be able to handle me being as big as a house?"She let out a laugh as she gestured with her other hand as to the width she would be once pregnant. "I hear some men get quite turned on by their wives fully belly with child." Both eyebrows wiggled in his direction as she grinned at him. "You know some women get quite excited all the time while pregnant too."

Maahes:His smile remained, "Eirian was beautiful. Just as Allah wanted her. Like a full moon." His eyes went distant for a moment thinking of the Queen, and wondered what life she would have before her without him. What she missed out on, but then again she wore that crown with perfection. Avaria needed her, just as he needed the woman before him. "We have an exciting life before us.." Eyes would darken then as they traveled to the man who was still hunting her, and for a moment he wanted to block all of that out, but knew not the way. "Once we find this man who hunts you."

Ealora: "I wish I had known you while I was pregnant with Issa...then again I wonder how things would of gone then.."Her fingers drummed on his stomach as she thought before her face tilted upward to watch his face and the way it shifted, his eyes darkened and she frowned in concern before he voiced his thoughts. "Its going to be difficult...this person, whoever they are seem content to allow everyone else to go after me...I don't see how we'll find them. We don't even know how they'll strike next or what they true goal is.." Her head tilted in thought, her fingers strumming against his stomach again. "I'm actually kind of surprised...those posters are all over skye and no one has tried to take me in for the reward..not that I'm not happy about that.."

Maahes:"I wish Issa would have been my son, he would be alive today." Spoken just a little harsh, but such was her husband. "When we announce our marriage he will cower and hide." cokey s.o.b. wasn't he? "My men have taken all of them down, I'll not have men looking at your face imagining you in their beds." Why he would never have a painting commissioned. "I'll see that man hung, just as I watched your crew hang in the streets yesterday afternoon for kidnapping and piracy." Did Pembroke go?

Ealora:"Yes I wish that too...every day. You can tell me to let it go but I never will. Issa, He was the first step in my direction to you.."She just pushed the harshness aside, it was him. She was starting to get used to it. "You had the posters taken down? You can do that?"A slight teasing smile on her lips that fell with his words. "Is that why you didn't want me at the docks yesterday?"She rose up a bit from laying on him. "Maahes, you let Pembroke go didn't you? He isn't a pirate...never was.." Her mind now a jumbled mess, feeling slightly guilty for the men's deaths, even after what they had done to her, they had been her men, her crew. It tore at her as much as the incident itself. She wasn't even sure she would ever be able to tell Maahes everything that happened, or had the men told him before he hung them? She shuddered at the thought. She couldn't bare him being disgusted at her...even if none of it was her fault though she plainly thought it was.

Maahes:His hands roamed the tops of her thighs, squeezing as he let his back roll against the floor..over his chair. "Mmm and what if I hadn't? You think I would care any more about his life, knowing he touched my wife in places that only MY hands should touch." Mmmm the floor felt good against his back. His eyes closed as his head rolled back against the floor and feet crossed at his ankles. "Of course I released him, I gave him a pension for my mistake, and told him no matter what country he belonged he would have safe passage through Skye."

Ealora:She couldn't believe her ears, sure on one hand she could be flattered her husband was so jealous of even another man looking at her but Pembroke had become a fast friend and she had promised him he would be safe. Her hands pushed against his chest, raising up onto her knees, she even wiggled her hips as he squeezed her thighs. "Maahes...He was tending to my wounds...there was no way around it...You can't mean you..."She blinked and stared at him."What did you just say?" Ok, this time it was her turn to look like an ass. She began to crawl slowly up his body and settled down, hip to hip with her arms circling above his head. Her fingers curling into his dreads as she leaned her lips down and pressed a kiss against his lips. "Thank" kiss. "You" kiss. "My" kiss. "love"kiss. Her nose pressed against his own and grinned down at him. It was possible, she just fell more in love with him then before. "Are we going to lay here all night or would you join me in a bath and then I'll rub you down with some of that salve I made..I promise you it helps. You've been in the fields all day, your going to be sore tomorrow, but if you let me use this salve, you won't be. Or do you not trust me?" Though she didn't move her body from his own, instead she laid her head upon his chest after grinning down at him in tease. Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. She loved the beat of his heart.


Maahes:"Your wrist..is it better? Or do you plan to do this with one hand?" His own hands came up to capture the plump mounds of her backside and squeeze. The fleshy parts of her rear were messaged as he continued, "I trust you very much, and you can do as you please." He purred against her ear. Circling his hands from her rear to her back he wrapped his arms around her tightly. "All things heal yes?" He gave a deep throaty sound with her wiggling, and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm very thankful that he healed you, but next time these hands will be the only ones to touch you. Got that?" He eyed her dryly with one eye, lips flat against his face.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Ealora:The day was spent in relative peace, until the furniture was delivered. With one bad arm still, she could only direct the men delivering the furniture on where to put it, how to put it. By the evening hours when the men had departed, she was still looking at the set up, exactly how her art supplies had been set up was the design. Even the large sand colored chair that would be Maahes. Her fingers touched lovingly against the fabric of the chair. Even an inadament object gave her a surge of emotion, just thinking of her husband. Did he truly understand how much she loved him? How every breath was one in love? How he made her surge with joy and tremble with need. The idea struck her like lightening and she let out a laugh before she went to the closet to collect her stand, a canvas and her charcoal. A small stool was set in place of the easel and she sat, slightly wide legged on the chair, candle to guide her light as she began to sketch against the canvas. The white fabric of her dress swayed and moved, cut to her thigh, it was a homeland dress, Egyptian like all the others but short enough that it would never be worn outside of the home. Even the thought of Maahes bug eyed over the small cut of the dress should she wear it in the open made her laugh as she leaned forward on her toes, smudging some lines on the canvas as it began to take shape, the starting point a chair. His chair. Next came his frame, a bit harder to do without the subject for any artist, but she could close her eyes and see him. She always could, from the first moment she had seen him. Nimbly her fingers worked, short scrapes over her the canvas, eyes trained only on the sketch of the man she loved so much.

Maahes:His day had not been in peace, though very few have. What day passed where he did not worry of Shaden, or think of the country. The day had been spent in the barracks, talking with his men gathering what was left, and returning some kind of routine to their daily duty. Avaria was often though of when he saw the long faces of his own fleet, their worried eyes like that of his homeland and he would have to still himself from retreating inside. No longer could he be stretched so thin. Maahes had a wife to take care of, Anulia, and now Shaden. He had a home. A real home, a home that was his to do with as he pleased..or they pleased. She pleased. The road home always seemed so long, but the hour passed quickly when home was on his heart. It seemed like moments would pass as he stepped inside unable to get to her fast enough. Knowing he could not sneak up on her, he had given up surprising many times ago with now just anticipation of wanting hanging over his head. He wanted her, wanted her kisses, her hugs, her laughter--Maahes wanted everything. The woman at the door greeted him with a big smile, and Maahes returned the favor. The aged face of the woman always made him feel so warm and welcome as if knowing she would dare not judge; for old eyes meant wisdom, and smart people didn't judge a man who could break their face in. "Welcome Home, Lord General." She would take his cloak, her feeble hands folding over the fabric. "Evening." His raspy deep roar would sound more like a purr as it lofted down the hall, and he asked of his wife. Her hands would point, and with a wink she would talk of how busy his Ealora had been. Time was not wasted with his steps down the hall, and for the most part everything was still. Like a hunter on the prowl he found the door and made way inside. The sight could buckle a man, but Maahes could not keep his heart from stilling. her hands worked so gently over the paper..her leg was showing. A dark brow would raise as he crossed the distance and the palm of his hand moving up the flesh of her thigh. This is too short. Spoken without words, as was his normal right?

Ealora: The sound of the door, the boots in the hall. All of it was lost to the canvas. When she was in within a mood to draw, to paint, nothing could break her focus. Except him. She could feel him even before she could see him. Her fingers stilled on the canvas as she turned her head and smiled as he appeared from the hall. Charcoal fingers rose and touched his hand on her thigh, a small purr emitted from her throat as she tilted her face back in order to look him in the face. It's a home garment, not meant for outside. Unspoken words in return. How many times were they able to talk without words. Turning again, she threw a sheet over the canvas before rising from the stool with a rag to wipe her fingers off. "Welcome Home, husband." The rag was tossed upon the stool and she grinned as she moved away from him to move about the room. She wanted to kiss him like crazy and he probably the same, however, she was in a very good and playful mood. She wasn't going to give him what he wanted....yet. "What do you think?" A hand gestured about the room and then to his chair, exactly placed where they had spent the night at the floor. "Your chair.." She moved to position herself behind it and grinned his way once more.

Maahes:See how much he paid attention? An entire new room, and he only noticed one thing..Ealora. Amber eyes parted from his wife to look around the room and take in her art. Like a painting he could see it come to life. Everything matched so well, and fit them. His lips curled into a smile, a crooked grin with amusement written all over his face. Slowly he moved from where he stood to close the distance between them once again. However this time he would stop short of her and ease into his chair. Like stepping into a warm bath he felt the days work ease away as a body cried out from the wear. "Yes." A mumble from his lips as he answered her question. What did he think? Yes. Yes he did, he thought a lot about it, many great things. Like a king sitting on his throne he wondered if this was how Apollo felt each day. The nights were much colder, and the days not close behind the room was a bit cool for his taste, and he knew his wife to feel much the same. "It's perfect." He would attempt to look at her, but just fall shy as flexibility was not one of his traits. A large man did nothing fast, and nothing easy right? "Come here." Motioning with his hand for her to sit with him. "You've been busy.."

Ealora:She leaned upon a chair, her wrist was hardly hurting her. Perhaps she would visit Aislin or that other healer she had heard about, something...thorn and see if the break was healing. Most of the lesions were gone as well as the bruises were gone. It was just the arm, even her nose seemed to have healed quickly. Which was probably why she was in such a good mood. She hummed in a soft laugh as he eased into his chair. Like a King on a throne indeed. A slender brow rose as he beckoned at her to come to him. She was starting to get chilly, but in her playful nature...she wasn't quite sure she wanted to venture into his lap just yet. "I have...I'm not done yet but tomorrow I'm helping with laundry and then go into town to get my wrist looked at...then perhaps I'll do more. How was the barracks?" She lifted up onto her toes, woo cold floor. See, you get involved in your work and poof, you forget the cold or the hour. The peacefulness of the valley was overwhelming, to say she loved it was an understatement. It was only when he came home did it truly feel like a home. How long had she been home now, she couldn't even count the days or weeks she had been away from the sea though it was always there, drumming away at her heart as much as he made it beat completely. She moved from her position behind a piece of furniture to just out of arms reach of him. "Are you hungry? thirsty?" She was teasing him, whether he realized it or not.

Maahes:And tease him she did. "Barracks were fine." He rose from the chair sitting forward on the seat to turn and get a better look. Was she up to something? Maybe he did need to take her out more often. "I don't want you going into the city without me." Dark eyes settled upon her, and the setting sun filtered in through the windows across the floor. Candles were still needed, as the nights were darker now with the shift of the season, but just enough light remained to dim the room. "What are you hiding behind that cloth?" The same thing he was hiding behind the cloth in their bedroom? Raising from the chair fully his bones cried out with the shift in weight and he regarded her darkly...she was up to something. Little Hell Cat.

Ealora:Of course she was up to something, when was she not? A slender brow rose upward in curiosity as her head dipped and tilted sideways. Perhaps he was being a little to overprotective, but even Ealora couldn't blame him after the way she had come home. "But I have to go into town...I need to get my wrist looked at. Besides, I can't always wait for you to go into town. I know its other you don't trust...but you took the posters down. What's the worst the could happen?" Her head turned to regard the cloth covered easel and she grinned as she turned her head back to him. "Nothing...just something I am working on and its not finished, so no peeking." She winced at the sound of his bones cracking. "I'm going to go get a hot bath going and am going to get that salve ready, your body sounds awfully overworked..."Ever so carefree and she turned away from him, preparing to go get a bath ready.


Maahes:Her good wrist was caught as she turned away ever so gently, but with enough force to still her steps and force her to look at him. "Ealora..." He breathed her name, softly against the cool air as if the very thoughts that filled his head could keep him awake for days. Nightmare after nightmare it would be his turn to cry out in his sleep. Therefore he begged. "Please." Wasn't often that word left his lips or with as much drive and passion behind it. Like a child whose dolls had been taken, or puppy who begged at the table he looked at her with the same sort of eye. "Not without me." His heart pounded against his chest so badly it hurt. Fast heavy beats that cried out of his worry he would lose her again. This was how serious he was; how much he loved her, and what women wouldn't give to have such a man break like this for them. "I'll be free with the following week, we'll go then?" He asked her not demanding her as he realized he could not control her--she was her own person after all, but he could still pray she would understand.

Ealora:She turned and slowly looked up as he breathed her name. No, it was never often he said please. Curling her fingers into his own, she moved into his, raising her other hand to stroke through his goatee, over the curve of his lips, across his cheek and slowly around his neck as she raised on her toes to meet him. "All right...not without you...in the coming week we'll go together...and I want to go to the docks and see my crew and my ship. Promise me."Her fingers curled from his own only to join the one hand behind his neck. She could very well co stir crazy here, but if she sent for Shaden, she knew her sister would come and heck, she had others she could wrangle into visiting her. The truth was, it was not the healing that had kept her away from the docks and the Shadow Storm this long, it was sheer fear. Had the cabin been cleaned up? Had all traces of her blood been scrubbed away? Even if they had, she doubted she could walk into her cabin and not feel that gut wrenching pain that was her torture there. It was easy to promise, and to keep that promise when she was just as fearful of what could not be predicted. Up on her toes, she finally leaned forward and brushed a tenderly sweet kiss across his lips.

Maahes:Finally was right. His entire body felt that kiss, the sigh of release against her. Finally. Tease. In truth he knew nothing of her ship, though could not confess his true desire to set the entire thing on fire. However, that ship was her soul, what brought her to him, "I can take you to your ship right now if it pleases you?" He smiled against her lips, as he had but one more gift to give his bride. Curling his fingers within her own he lead her down the hall to their bedroom, where a large part of the bedroom wall had been covered by a thick heavy black cloth. Part of the decor? Could have been, but when Maahes shifted the fabric back blues and greens cascaded across the floor by way of beams of light. "I had almost forgotten this." He spoke with the dying light of the sun peering in through the window. A stained glass masterpiece of the Shadow Storm, had not taken the artisan long but to have it put inside the window had been the true challenge. "The Valley can sometimes feel so far from the sea..I wanted to bring it to you." Not a single mushy tone in his voice, and spoken very matter of factly he seemed very pleased with himself. Turning to look at her, he smiled..yeap getting rather good at this whole romantic thing huh?

Ealora:She let out a soft purr against his lips. Ok so teasing him this time had been torturing herself as well. She grinned as she pulled her lips away from the kiss only to feel him breathing words against her lips. It took her a moment to register the words and then just seemed completely perplexed as he lead her down the hall towards their room. Had he bumped his head? She paused to watch him slowly pull the fabric away from the window. The dying light across the stained glass was breath taking but none as the picture it was carved out to be. Slow steps carried her to the window and she loving touched at the different colored panes of glass as they made up the scene of the Shadow Storm. For a moment, her heart lurched in pain, aching. Her face twisting, did it seem she didn't like it? Then as suddenly as the twist had come, it was gone replaced with a softness not many but he and Shaden...perhaps even Pembroke once had seen of the pirate queen. A honeyed laugh spilled from her lips, this was the second romantic thing he had done for her, the first breathtaking as this...this was stunning and damn it how was she ever going to top it? Her husband was getting to good at this...she hadn't even done one for him and all ready, two gifts for his bride. "You did...quite perfectly.." She turned to smile at him before taking a step back then another till she was pressed back against him before finally turning and weaving her arms around his neck. "I don't think I can ever say this enough..."She paused as she lifted onto her toes to press another gentle kiss against his lips. "I love you Maahes.."

Maahes: A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he returned her kiss, and his hands deepening the caress as he ran the length of her arms with his bare hands. His eyes met her own as the kiss broke and he looked down the tip of his nose with a slight tilt in his chin, and the clasps of his chest plate were pulled away; soon finding the floor. "Show me." A demand not so much, but it sure wasn't a request. They had been apart for so long, and he was hungry for her. That smirk remained until his lips met hers again, and off into the night he made love to his wife; over and over and over again.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Shaden:The night before had been less than satisfying and the day even more so.. she had ended up writing a cryptic missive to Adam requesting his ear on a matter of utmost importance.. then the rest of the day had been spent supervising carpenters , and painters as her suite of rooms were coming along, the Downstairs and the Ladies rooms on the second floor were all but finished.. The evening hour of 6 chimed on the clock in the entry hall.. dismissing the girls from the library where they did their studies each day in various subjects in the ways of a courtesan.. the four left.. heading upstairs to dress for dinner.. Shaden insisted they dress and act like the highest caliber of Ladies at all times.. and Dinner was a elegant affair.. learning and training never ceased in the household it seemed.. Alone in the library now she settled at the desk. wire rimmed spectacles perched on her nose as she went over the ledger books that held the figures of her monetary accounts.. considerable monetary accounts.. with a quickness that came from a sharp and intuitive mind she calculated and balanced the figures before him, far better than most clergy or scribes could do.. yet it was a subtle irritation in her belly that made her.. ease her hand to her temple.. and swallow harshly as if holding back the urge to spill her lunch.. again it was beginning to be.. bothersome.. must be some.. sickness she picked up on the treasure hunt.. that was when it had first started. Gerda entered bringing a tray of scones and a pot of tea piping hot and settled it on the desk.. without word she left, knowing it probably wouldn't be touched.. at least not the food.. she left the room quietly closing the door behind her a worried look on her face..

Ealora:Though glad to get away from the valley, spending the night in a castle was far from comforting. Though protection was more then adequate, there was something about the walls...any walls that made her feel shut in, panicked. Even in Maahes arms she had not rested well. Perhaps it was the walls and perhaps it was the promise that on the morrow they were to visit the Shadow Storm for the first time...in a while. Duty called though, it wasn't a promise broken, his duties would always come before her. Just as if something happened and the Shadow was needed, she would need to put it before him. It didn't mean they did not love each other. She had promised not to go into town without him, but they were all ready in town. So she spent the morning walking the streets, and even though it drove her mad, listening to the gossip on the streets. None of it had changed. Even telling herself that it was going to take time, didn't help. It didn't even occur to her the darkness might be part of the gossip, she blamed herself. SHE was making herself mad. The afternoon was spent on horseback, riding the backdrop of countryside that was Turas Lan. Essentially, letting her hair fly to keep from pulling it out all together. With her wrist on the well mend, it was a relief to take the hard bit and bridle and push the animal and herself to the brink. It was only when the sun dipped low, kissing a the hills did she return to town but still to antsy to sit still. There was only one thing to do, visit someone. Pembroke came to mind but well, she had no idea where the man was after being released from jail. Then there was Shaden, though her sister was never just a second choice, there was just that nagging feeling, guilt over her new found friends treatment. Then there was Shaden sickness, it worried Ealora to no end, even her sisters brush off that it was just something simple like excitement was somewhat irritating. Or had she gone crazy there too? Making up things were they did not exist? There was only one way to answer both questions. To visit one of the sources, besides, she could use the banter with her sister. Clasping one button on her now mended Captains coat, she moved along the streets, trying to shut out the low whispers till she arrived on Shaden doorstep. A short wait till Gerda appeared and she was being lead to the library. A single digit went to her lips. No announcement needed, she wanted to surprise her sister. Slowly turning the latch, she paused and then flung it open, jumping inside to raise her voice in a teasing manner" what are you doing young lady?!" Burst from her lips the tease had the woman laughing, her high ponytail swinging as she shut the door behind herself and turning to regard her sister again.


Shaden:She was just about to pour the tea when Ealora burst in like a jester.. the teapot rattled noisily against the cup, as she jumped at the unexpected arrival almost spilling the hot brew on the desktop.. " Tea.. would be what I'm doing and balancing the ledgers.. " an copper brow lifted at her in almost disapproving school marm like countenance.. she was irritable as of late it seemed, the tea poured and settled out for Ealora.. she knew soon enough Gerda would return with another cup and saucer, and like clockwork a few moments later.. indeed she did.. settling it before Shaden in her usual silent way, stately grey braids pinned about her head like some... viking grandmother.. of lore.. again tea was poured and then settled to cool, a healthy dollop of honey and then a squeeze of lemon added before she looked up at her sister who now settled opposite her across the desk " Ahhhh alone.. or is your Husband lurking about waiting to pounce?" a little laugh as she blew over her tea.. then sipped.. " what brings you to the Lily.. I thought you might be grounded from actually coming inside?"

Ealora:Honeyed laugh spilled from her lips again as she crossed the room and settled into a chair on the opposite side of the desk pulling her feet to the edge of the seat as a slender brow rose in question. Touchy much? "Alone...and no I'm not grounded from coming to visit you...rather Maahes won't come in." A soft snort followed. "Shaden Aramoire, you know better then to think my husband controls me." Her fingers curled against the ends of her ponytail as it flowed over one shoulder. "Still not feeling well? You look flushed...like your about to loose your dinner."


Shaden: It was almost a growl that left her lips " Don't even say it.. I swear it must be some kind of illness I picked up on the treasure hunt.. It comes and goes.. more comes.. then my lunch goes " she wrinkled her nose in distaste and sipped the honey and lemon laden tea, it seemed to calm her tummy a bit.. " And that man has you wrapped about his finger.. quite well.. maybe not control but certainly... he guides you to where he wants you to be " while Ealora was a pirate and a free spirit of sorts.. that had became quite tame with her love for Maahes.. no longer a willow dancing and writhing to the wind.. she had found a calm shelter within his love to fall into loves graceful ease...billowing lightly with the wind.. but rooted firmly in the future with her husband.. it was something Shaden envied.. her sister.. that.. knowing.. that someone. wanted to be with you every day, each morning each night.. for the rest of your life.. reflecting a moment it seemed that if Ealora was a willow... then Shaden was a dandy lion.. prone to play with the wind cast here and there as the wind directed.. perhaps looked upon with fancy and fascination.. only to be blown away again to the fate of the wind.. it was a beautiful free life.. never knowing what the morrow would bring.. she left off her reverie and snapped back to reality.. gazing at her sister... " Tell me of Red Wall and the refugees, the upcoming festival.. will you announce your Marriage there?"

Ealora:"I'm not saying anything..well yes I am. That pressure point I tried using on you when the storm hit has only ever not worked one time when I used it on myself..but all right I'm not going there"She threw her hands up in gesture before slender arms wrapped around her turned up knees and she muttered under her breath"But I wonder if your pregnant..."Celadon eyes slid sideways to regard her sister and she scowled in her direction. True on some level she was wrapped around Maahes finger, and he with her but that didn't mean he directed her where he wanted her. He simply asked it..not demanded and she would do it, only because he asked. If he demanded it, well damn him, she wasn't to be controlled and it showed in a few of their arguments. "That's not completely true but yes, on to other topics. Red Wall is as beautiful as always. I want you to come visit soon. Maahes is terrified of me going into town alone so I'm stuck there many days. I finally picked out some furniture...its very us...and I'm painting again..though I haven't finished it." Pointed chin came to rest against her arms upon her knees. "There are so many children refugees, it breaks my heart really..makes me long to have one of my own...again. I find myself watching the boys especially, wondering if my son would of been like them. The way they play, the way they laugh..."She paused then, now brought into deep thought about the son she would never know. Her fingers strayed to the scar of his name upon her neck, nimble fingers gracefully touching at the letters before curling down and around the small red cut shaped glass on dangling wire. "That is the plan...I don't know how much more I can take this secret...he says its because of my enemies and his...but we'll announce it at the festival..that will make the gossiping gooses hold their beaks closed for a while I suppose."

Shaden: She shot Ealora a disbelieving look " I told Jack and I'll tell you I do not think I can have children.. there were.. things done when I was a child to prevent such.. and after all these years.. I do not think.." would not dare to hope her mind whispered " It's impossible " she closed the subject as her sister continued on.. but thoughts begin to creep inside her mind..what if focusing now on Ealora as she spoke of the refugee children.. and her own lost son" I'm sure you and Maahes will have many strong sons and daughters... soon.. " she smiled trying to lighten her sisters sudden sadness " The sight of you with a swelled belly waddling like a duck holding his hand should stop any gossips... " she smiled tenderly at her twinsoul.. " I heard some of the 'ladies' thinking he had married Anulia.. I set them straight without saying it was you.. I know you two wanted to keep it a secret.." it hadn't even occurred to Shaden by decrying Anulia as his bride.. and not announcing Ealora.. people might think it was Her whom he had married.. that was just preposerterous!

Ealora: "Tell me all you want. Just as Maahes says, its on Gods hands..."A oh so sweet smile was tossed at her sister before lifting her head from her arms. "I told Maahes I dreamed we were to have twins..or was it triplets, well more then one baby the first time...didn't seem to phase him, seems he wants a big family, at least twenty."She said it so casually, but really she had hoped he had been kidding. She jerked her head sideways, in curiosity at her sister. "You set them straight? What did you say?" That didn't mean they stopped wagging their tongues.

Shaden: "I told them that Anulia was not Maahes Bride.. she was more like a little sister to him, and to quit their worrying he was off the Market and no longer a target of their wandering eyes " she nodded quite pleased with herself.. " I won't have them looking at him as if he's some sort of pastry when he's your husband.. catty women" she snorted and sipped her tea looking at Ealora with a teasing grin " You will get fat having all those babies.. 20? better hope for triplets each time.. that way you can get it done in 7 years " she giggled behind her tea cup.. thoroughly dismissing the idea she could be pregnant and basking in the glow of her sisters happiness.

Ealora:Slender fingers continued to play with the red glass necklace around her neck, twisting it back and forth, left...right...left...right. A soft hum of amusement passed her lips. While she was allowing the gossip to drive her crazy, Shaden had actually stuck up for her...stuck up for Maahes. A snort followed and she waited till her sister had put her tea down on the desk to throw a decorative pillow her way. "I don't intend to get fat with however many babies we have thank you very much and babies are still quite a ways off..I am enjoying my singular uninterrupted nights with my husband.."She chuckled as she settled back against the remaining pillows. "Have you gotten over your anger from last night? Honestly I don't know what to do with the two of you...you two are like...me and him when we first met.." The words had crept out much as they nagged on her mind constantly these days, chilling her to the core. She had hated Maahes in the beginning, and he her even if there was childlike wonder in both of them...it had taken days...hours for it to grow into something more...was that happening here? A frown itched at her lips but she swiped a hand against her lips to keep it from showing before moving to tug against her ponytail again.


Shaden: Did she really think Shaden wouldn't' stand up for either of them.. they were family and while she had her bouts with Maahes.. well.. he was like a brother to her.. perhaps that brother who was overprotective and bullish but a brother none the less.. the pillow was caught and cast back with a laugh like sisters often do " Enjoy those nights now cause with twenty kids running about you will never see them again..you'll be lucky if you can even see him in the bed separated by all those kids" she laughed at the mental picture of the Maahes and Ealora brood all tucked into bed between their parents.. and Ealora and Maahes having to send goodnights thru a message tree of whispering children to the other side of the bed.. another sip of tea and she settled the near empty cup... " He just needs to quit thinking he must take Jack's place when he's not around.. I don't need a watchdog I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions.. without Maahes.. treating me like his possession, I wasn't angry so much as Hurt that he thinks I'm nothing more than what lies between my legs.. and that is all I'm capable of thinking or doing is seducing any man within range.. of all people he should know better " she scowled.. not realizing the whole dam speech could be taken in a very different way than she intended.

Ealora:Of course Ealora didn't think Shaden wouldn't stand up for her or Maahes. She was just mad she hadn't thought of it first! Look at what she had become. She had never been afraid to speak her mind..until it came to people talking of Maahes..she became..well insane in those moments. True, Maahes could be protective, he had done so once or twice on occasion with her but with Shaden...it seemed an all time thing. Lips pressed together hard as the thoughts continued to creep into her head unwanted. "You should know by now he is very protective over those he...loves." Perry words as he slid the pearl necklace into her hand crept into her head and Ealora shuddered with the memory of the mans touch and words. Lord of all people she didn't want to think about that black hearted devil now! She suddenly had the urge to ride again, to feel the wind in her face and the library suddenly seemed to close in on her. "I...need some air..now...please...now"She quickly rose from the chair, even her face seemed panicked as she cast it this way and that to find a way out of the room quickly.

Perry:The gentle tap of a small pebble hitting the thin pane of glass quickly repeated itself as one after one a Pirate wanted their attention, "Bonjour Belle Colombe!" The words sounding so fluid from his lips, as the free spirited Pirate stood outside the garden wall. Never one to match or to care beyond his looks always seemed the part of a sailor's mess. Dark brown pants of well worn hide, and an oversized tunic made from old ship sails was belted with a black vest. Perhaps if all the ties and buttons were done he would have fit the part of a gentleman half his worth, yet getting dressed was never his style..he lived for the undressing part. "Venez à la fenêtre!" Behind him the much taller man gave a heavy sigh, with gloved hands folded behind a perfectly tailored coat, the collar done up to the very last button, and everything about him was matched and pressed. A true Frenchman stood behind the pirate, and shook his covered head

Jean-Claude:"There is a door, Sir."

Perry:Pere tossed another rock, to where he knew them both to be. "It's romantic this way, JC. Women dig it." Casting a grin over his shoulder to the man, he turned before the eyes of the other would give a roll, and his feet would shuffle to gain a better stance. "Speak to me only in French, women love that too."

Jean-Claude:"Comme vous souhaitez."

Shaden: She stood abruptly following her sisters near panic.. opening the double doors for her out into the great hall.. " The Veranda " she moved before Ealora showing her the way.. never hearing the pebble nor the pretty words.. as they stepped out onto the back veranda.. " Stay here and I'll get some kindling from the fire place and light the brazier.. it's chilly " she disappeared back into the great room of the small mansion.. collecting both a stick of kindling that was lit with flame.. as well as two woolen lap blankets.. and then returned to her sisters vicinity.. there was a small seating group of wicker furniture lined with plush cushions about a bronzed brazier.. the lap blankets were tossed to the fresh air craving Ealora.. while she patiently lit the brazier.. bending low to blow over the flames seducing them into full flame " there.. at least we won't freeze out here.. what got into you?"

Ealora:She could of melted right into her sister so hot on her heels as she was. Pebbles and pretty words were missed..thankfully as she would of killed the pirate in the rage of panic she was in. As the nights chill washed over her, she took in a deep breath, holding it as the panic began to subside. She was left alone for a minute and she took the time to press a hand to her forehead and heave in a large breath again before releasing it. Calming her nerves as she sank into the wicker seat and pulling the blanket tossed at her into her lap. Lord it wasn't chilly, it was freezing to the desert born woman! Legs were pulled to her chest again as she curled to blanket against her chest and tugged it under her chin. "I...don't do enclosers well..it finally got to me is all.."Such a perfectly painted half lie that flew from her lips with ease for it was in some way partly true. "That and being hunted like some wild animal by a darkness to coward to reveal a name..I'm ok now, it was nothing.."A sweet smile was tossed at her sister. "Are you sure your ok to be out here? Its freezing and with you being..ill.."A slender brow rose in concern towards her sister. Despite Shaden's protest that she couldn't possibly be pregnant because of what was done to her...she still stuck firm to what God willed..happened.

Perry: Both men drew very silent as the sounds of voices lofted in a breeze that perhaps would have covered. "Funny how she speaks of being hunted..and does not realize that even now.." The silence broke after Peregrin's hands curled around the gate's bars, a fire filling his chest and raising to ice blue eyes. "Quiet." He barked, fingers clasping the gate so hard had it not been for the sudden shift in his movement he might have pulled it off. "Keep still that mouth of yours or I'll cut out your teeth." A promise only a pirate would make. "We'll use the door." He grumbled and moved his much shorter frame to the massive facing of the home. A gentle knock at first turned into a pretty heavy bang before the doorkeeper could answer her duty. Another suitor no doubt, the woman mused to herself and let them in. Down the halls she would go, but stilled them just outside the doors of the verandah where they had moved, "I'll announce you Mr..." "Captain Peri' Von'...uh..." He started to stumble over his words, and it would be then the much taller dark frame of the other would sweep before him, catching the eye of the woman. As navy as the night sky, his eyes spoke only truth, or so the woman would know.

Jean-Claude:"Vasser. Peri' Vasser, Madame. Forgive his lips they move faster then his mind." A tilt of his hat would only show his genuine smile, pale thin lips that curved like the fingernail moon. "And I am only his watchmen, I need not a name." With that he gave the woman a full bow excusing himself to return to stand behind his Captain.

Shaden:The other blanket was lifted as she settled into a wicker chair curling up in mirror position to her sister.. twins almost in aspect.. a shiver and then she nodded.. " I'm fine if I get to cold I will go inside.. despite my relationship with your husband I am not a masochist.. and do not plan to turn into a ice sculpture.. anytime soon.." She leaned forward as Gerda came to the door and announced Monsuire Vasser.. and his guard.. her eyes quirking upward s her hands outstretched over the brazier for warmth.. as she watched the two men.. join them on the veranda.. " Captain Mallory... may I present.. Monsuire Vasser and his companion ....?" the words dropped off in query as she stood blanket still wrapped about her shoulders... " Kind Sir's My Sister.. Captain Mallory " she dipped a curtsey to them.. inwardly praying Maahes didn't show up, after she had promised to stay away from Perri... but truth was he came to her she didn't seek him out.. but knowing the bull.. well he wouldn't see the fine line of difference there...

Ealora: She offered a hum of a laugh followed by a snort to her sisters remark. This was very true but Ealora could swear the winter weather would turn her into one! "I think he would much prefer it if you did...you're the flame sister...people are naturally drawn to you." Her lips clamped tight at the announcement of guests. Honestly she didn't know the pirates last name but when he came into sight, she growled and hissed like the panther she was, jumping up from her chair to snarl in his direction "What the HELL are you doing here?!". She was all most certain in her half crazed state that he had heard her inner turmoil and was there to torment her.


Stryker: There within the shadows the knight lurked till the pirate woman jumped from her seat. He had been quietly present in the room next to the library, ready should trouble strike. How he had managed to go from there to the shadows and just appear...was his business but he was there to protect Shaden and the girls...and her guests. The guard stood as silent as a statue, not saying a word...at present. He simply was a statue in the shadows of the veranda. For now.

Perry:"Captain Malory, what a pleasant surprise." His lips curled into a natural smile, the very essence of his soul captured there in the bliss. "You look as beautiful as always. Though I have not come to dote upon you this time, beau s'est levé. But of your companion. She's to be my attendant to the festival and I have come to see what color she is to wear so that way we may match." Lies. "Though, I am very sorry to hear of your husband. He's to go away to war after the new year, will leave you many nights alone. Perhaps you'll come stay with Mademoiselle Aramoire, and we will see one another more often." Maahes had not told Ealora yet of the pending war, but was relieved that Sleat was no where near the passage the Bruce would take. It was why he gathered all the information the night before. To better keep it from her...guarding it like a secret placed among the highest shelf.

Jean-Claude:Behind him like a perfectly sculpted statue, his long strands of raven black hair caught with the chill in the air and swept across a well hidden face, yet the light of the fire could not be missed in cobalt eyes--Eyes that were set upon the fire haired woman. Jean-Claude had a passion for art, collected masterpieces that were unusual and odd..many saw them as ugly but to him all beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Shaden was not ugly, but her hair had been cut short he could tell by the clean edges and fine lines of her curls, it did not happen too long ago. Women valued their hair, so he put together that another did this to make her feel less then what she was. Pity, the attempt was a failure for he found the healthy motion of unbound hair to be a fine work of art. Ratty ends would not move the tresses such, as the breeze with the added heat of the fire gave them a mind of their own--intriguing wasn't it? Silent and sure he remained, perfectly still as if lost to his world when in fact he was alive in it. He felt what he did not see, and if the knight would dare strike first the man would find himself inches deep in his own blood

Shaden: " I see you two have met " it was more question than statement as glacial green hues settled between her sister and Perri.. a frown at the obvious hostility.. before she turned on the charm to diffuse the tense situation " Ahhh Monsuire Vassar.. what other color would I wear beside that of the flame.. it is a masterpiece of stichery I tell you... all the colors of fall's best show.. and the flames teasing flicker " she cajoled him as she soothed her sisters arm with a soft caress up and down... hoping beyond hope that now that he had his information he would leave.. uncharistically , not offering him a seat.. or a drink... " My sister and I were having a girls night.. we seldom get that anymore " she offered in way of politely showing them the door " I however look forward to escorting you to the festival " she smiled enchantingly.. at Perri.. though something about the man over his shoulder seemed to capture her gaze drawing her almost into their cobalt depths.. " I didn't get your name Sir?" a warm feeling washed over her as she felt the familiar presence of Nic as he appeared... she had come to rely on him heavily of late he was her.. champion.. her safety.. her... friend.

Ealora: "As if your doting on me would mean a horses rear end to me.." There was a roll of her eyes as her jaw clenched tight, her fists to match. Oh how she would love to just take one swing into that prettyboy face of his. Celadon eyes swung to his companion and then back to him and finally to Shaden. He was accompanying her? Oh just one hit, pleeeeassee, its all I want for christmas! Though surprise overwhelmed her insides at his mention of Maahes going to war after the new year, she managed to keep her face calm, outwardly. "What makes you think I'm not going with him hmm? Wars aren't always won on the backs of men alone..." The calming touch of her sister was met with a return hand against the one caressing up and down her skin. Fingers curled over her sisters hand in a gentle reassurance that she was fine, she wouldn't do anything in her home. The street was another story. "Yes we've meet...this horses...this man is a pirate.."Ha, as if she wasn't one still in some way. The blanket was collected and, pulled around her shoulders as she shifted close to the fire. Cold...so cooolddd! and so insane at the moment.


Stryker:He knew Shaden felt him there. Just as he felt her even when she wasn't in sight. It was perhaps the closest connection he had with a woman besides that of his late wife...though he would never admit it. Gloved hand groaned as it curled over the hilt of his sword though his feet shifted in a, what I'm just standing here, kind of way. Non threatening. "My lady Aramoire.."Baritone voice floated against the wind. Do you want me to show your guests out? Unspoken words seemed more like an announcement he was there to others.

Perry:"A recovering Pirate as yourself, Captain." He spoke in a gentle calm voice, "You have such harsh things to say about me..for what reason I'll ponder tonight. I have done nothing wrong to you." Yet. "No, war is not won only by men, but what legacy would you leave behind should your husband fall? I have no doubt you will be with child soon, does he not take you most every night? Surely he will catch you as you cycle..That is..assuming he got over his issues with the human touch, abused in his teenage years, by a man no doubt..made him crazy for a bit, such a wild one. Yet I have no doubt one so full of fire would correct that." With that he cast her a wink, turning to Shaden he caught her question and before Jean-Claude could answer he spoke for him. "Call him JC, his formal title is of little importance." Waving off the rest of the conversation he turned for the door. "Come, now let us leave these females to their bonding yes?"

Jean-Claude:If the dark of night could be captured and put behind glass Jean-Claude eyes would hold them. A good foot taller then his companion his frame was much the same long and delicate, almost feminine had there not been definition. Though he filled out the suit well, his tailored perfection could never even dream of fitting around the man who approached them. Well toned, a body that held no fat only had room for muscle right? "Comme vous souhaitez, capitaine" With that he gave a bow of his head feeling himself not wanting to pull away from the gaze he captured. "Have a good evening, Madame Aramoire." Spoken with a delicate whisper of a heavy French accented poetic voice. "Mademoiselle Malory." A click of his heel would have him turn in the direction of his captain; gloved hands still folded behind his back.

Shaden:She looked between Ealora.. and Perri once again.. good going Ealora.. keep talking and he'll keep answering.. was the look beneath a copper brow that was cast at her Sister.. as Nic spoke she didn't even have to turn around..her hand moving behind her as if beckoning him... the gaze locked with that of midnight.. seemed to sway.. and distort.. a rush of warmth.. as blackness closed in...slow motion seemed to prevail as she begin the descent.. knowing Nicholas was behind her she tried to reach for him.. but seemed stalled in the thick quagmire of space that had separated into the slow churning blackness of oblivion... yet even as she fell her eyes were fixated on the darkened hues... and then.. nothing... she fainted...

Ealora:A low growl emitted from the throat of the pirate queen, her fingers biting into the palms of her hands. She wasn't going to answer him, he wasn't worth answering but she did lung at him, ready to strike when a pair of arms encased her waist, holding her back. A swing of her head, Nic..She gave another growl, struggling against the man who wouldn't let her go until rage exploded and fizzled..not here and not now...as soon as the rage subsided the arms loosened and she turned to find Shaden...falling? No that wasn't right and she lunged then for her sister to catch her...missing it as the knight took over.


Stryker:He was no mind reader but he could tell what was happening before it did. When the pirate queen lunged, he did to. Capturing her waist and pulling her back against him to keep her from attacking the man. His arms held true as she struggled, till he felt her rage subsiding like a rush of hot fire against his own skin. It was from the corner of his eye he saw Shaden paling, reaching for...him. His arms released the pirate and he slid behind the courtesan, grasping at her back and swinging downward to curl under her legs as she fell so that she swung right into his arms without ever getting close to the ground. Curling the smaller woman in his arms, his eyes swung to Ealora and then the two men. "Get out..now.."Baritone voice didn't raise more then a hushed whisper but it was a command that would book no refusal as he swept the woman inside. "Gerda.."His voice rose within the mansion"I need a damp hot towel...and fetch a healer." Slow steps carried the woman to the nearest couch and slowly he lowered her upon it before the gloved hand groaned as it eased from its grasp of the underside of her knees and swept the firey curls away from her face.

Jean-Claude: "I am a healer." His voice carried quickly behind the boy who held Shaden and he came round the side of which he stood. "Prop her feet, we must get the blood forced through her body." The pearl button of each glove soon would find fabric peeling from his hands. Fingers long and delicate were pale and cold. So cold that the skin where she would be touched rose with chills whether her mind realized it or not. "Cut away her corset, she needs not to be wearing it in her condition.." He sighed, jaw clenched harshly under pale features as he did something he should not and never did- removed his hat. Long black tresses ran his spine and fell from the keep of the fashion shifting in an imaginary breeze that could be mistaken for an open window draft. Ghostly white, he looked fake like a doll carved from porcelain with only the small rush of color to his cheeks as he worked. "Tell me, what has she ate?" Navy eyes rose to the man who so cared for her. "I bet she has not been sleeping well, and ill more often then not?" The reason he was sure was of the same reason her hair was so short. Once the corset was cut away he pressed around the area of her stomach feeling in places a gentleman should never touch, the curve of her hip just where her leg would meet her torso, the dip of her pelvis. Air was sucked in through lungs that until now were not felt. It was painful this realization of this woman's life about to be turned upside down. His cold hand turned to tip her face just lightly to keep the alignment of her body in place, and a whisper left him like a lovers caress; gentle like a song, "Come, bon s'est levé, ma petite, Ne donnez pas dans l'obscurité. Return."

Shaden:Her skin had chilled to his touch.. as he undressed her, pressing into the most intimate of places searching out the truth.. in darkness flashes of violence and hatred pain and rage assailed her.. memories.. and current worries and sorrows all bound together.. yet it was a comforting darkness that overtook her.. a place where she could hide... until she felt hands upon her... pressing back up to the surface of reality she came.. words washing over her like.. poetry were met with sheer panic.. as she fought against the hands that held her.. lost in another time.. " nooooo " she cried out as she came too.. then stopped stock still.. caught within the web of the mans eyes...for a moment time seemed to suspend.. before she found her voice "Where... what..?" copper curls turned this way and that.. searching for familiar faces... Nic Ealora.. Gerda... all there... she felt the cool night air across her body.. delicate hands scrambled to bring together her bodice.. " What were you doing?"

Stryker:Where the man would usually question a stark silent man about suddenly being a healer. He did not here. There was no reason for Nicholas to not believe the man was what he said he was. Propping her feet with the pillow first, yes it irked him to take orders from a person well not Shaden. Fingers were not so nimble in opening the bodice of her gown but the cut of a dagger in one swift and straight line up the corset beneath was. Lifting her body a small amount, he pulled the corset from inside the gown and threw the ruined piece of fluff to the ground before setting her down again. He felt heartsick at leaving her so open to anyone's view but it was worry over her well being that overtook his guilt. "I don't know what she ate today but yes she hasn't been sleeping well...nor keeping much food down.."Perhaps he saw more then he was supposed to, butting his nose where it did not belong but protecting his lady was more then her person in public, it was carrying her burdens when she could not, it was a gentle hand of a friend when she needed it, it was making sure her life came before his own. He shifted to kneel beside her head, gloved hand groaning as he stroked it through the copper curls, silvery eyes watching her face for signs of waking. His arm curled around her arms, a gentle caress, comforting as she came to and fought. His lips pressed a gentle wind of shhh to her ear. She was safe, there would never be any harm to her while he was around. Not if he could help it, even if it meant his life. The blanket on the back of the couch was pulled down to cover her open bodice as she moved to pull the folds closed. "You fainted..gave us quite the scare....my lady..."voice still in a hushed whisper.

Jean-Claude:"Your corset was too tight, Mademoiselle Aramoire, air could not fill you as it should." Lies, but what kind of a gentleman would be if he exposed her secret as it were. Instantly before she could realize it he pulled away his hands and ran them quickly over the thin strands of black to capture and return them to his hat. Gloves were replaced, and he dipped his head to shelter his features. "She should go no further then her bedchamber, for the remainder of the evening and well into tomorrow. Only rise when needed, and send for a healer first thing in the morning." He had his doubts any would come on such a cold night. Somewhere in the midst of the commotion, Peregrin had left without him, and it was a good thing as the massive frame of Maahes stood just outside the door..having knocked three times.

Shaden: His voice had been calling to her... and now awake.. she shivered.. so cold... turning into Nic's embrace.. gathering his warmth " I don't know what happened.. I don't faint " she scowled feeling absurdly delicate.. at JC's words of not leaving her bedchamber , her eyes widened.. " But I have so much to do.. the upstairs is yet to be finished " the knock on the door..was heard.. and Gerda moved to answer it.. as she gazed back at JC once again " Thank you for your help.." it was a soft sweet words that were sincere.. " I will repay you ... for your kindness.." though all the time her hands were firmly wrapped about Nic's arms as if he were a life preserver.

Ealora: You do when your pregnant..Ealora wanted to say it but in the present company? She wouldn't. Now she had something to envy in her sister. Arms curled over her arms as she stood just inside the double doors, watching...waiting. She didn't do well when those she loved got sick...or died..Death to family was like the stab of death to her heart. Her sister wasn't dying but when she had fainted...she nearly looked it and it chilled Ealora to the core. Celadon eyes lifted from Shaden and Nicholas to the man. She did not trust easily, never a good judge of character either but she just couldn't bring herself to even smile at the man for his help...she merely scowled. "You will even if I have to strap you down...your rooms can wait..your health cannot.." She hissed from the corner to her sister. Hang the damn rooms, your life is more important!


Stryker:Fingers curled the blanket about her shoulders, the singular glove continuing to groan with the work of fingers before he lifted from his kneel to take a seat beside her. Hang the other people there, his arms curled about her, pulling her into his chest to warm her, to comfort her. "My lady...please...for your health.."He fairly whispered into her ear. Yes, he would be her life preserver while she needed it. It wasn't completely a part of the job but she was his friend...he could do this for her because she needed it.

Jean-Claude: "My life is devoted to servitude, you will pay for nothing." A gloved hand passed, as if he could whisk the thoughts from her mind, and with that the figure in black met the night passing the General, whose black brows were already arched.

Maahes:"What is going on here?" Shaden was laying on the couch, Nic at her side, and his wife..was she cowering in a corner? "Ealora..are you all right?" Turning for his shaken wife he reached out his hands to sweep her body into his embrace. Though he was covered in cold mud from the rain that had fallen on previous days it was dry enough not to spread. Maahes worked his bum off today, and it was clear across his vacant expression and tired eyes. Instantly amber orbs passed to Nic and Shaden and once again a brow would raise in question. What the hell was Shaden doing clinging to another man?

Shaden:She nodded softly up at Nic.. and cringed as Maahes came booming in.. did he ever adjust his voulme.. would someone teach him what an inside voice was.. Drawing the blanket about her... she moved to stand " I'm going to bed.." she announced in a weakened voice.. then swayed into Nic.. lighlty before righitn herself.. once again.. " I shall sleep late as you all have requested.. " she frowned.. at them.. then headed toward the stairs.. knowing Nic would perhaps follow.. she turned and placed a soft hand on his chest.. her meaning clear she did not want trouble with Maahes.. this evening.. she wasn't up to it.. "Goodnight Nicholas.. thank you.. for everything"

Ealora:She curled into his embrace like a child to a parent, her arms clasping around his broad sides as she pressed her face into his chest. Hang the damn mud too. She was glad he was there. With a heavy sigh she let her head raise again answering in a quiet whisper. "Shaden fainted...Stryker caught her before she hit the ground though.." Celadon eyes shifted to watch Shaden as she rose, even swaying on her feet and she pressed a worried glance in the knights direction before returning her gaze to her husband. See Ealora, she told herself. He came instantly to you..there is nothing going on. Stupid insanity. Blame being on land. Again her eyes turned to Shaden. "Please sister...for me at least..rest well tonight..I will stay in the city and come visit you tomorrow.."quiet words pleading with heavy concern over her sisters....condition.


Stryker:His let his arms fall away, rising as she rose and again clasping her shoulders as she wavered on her feet before releasing her as she moved to the stairs. He swiveled on his feet, away from the couple. The woman's husband was here, no need to worry over her and he did indeed follow the courtesan till her hand fell against his chest. His hand rose to clasp the one upon his chest. Let him bear the burden of the bulls rage tonight. Normally he would not refuse her but without a word he swept her up into his arms, cradling her like a baby and carried her up the stairs and to the room she occupied for the moment. He didn't want to risk her fainting again, hurting herself...he was there for her protection...all around protection.

Maahes:Watching Shaden walk away his eyes turn worry over inside, "We'll get a room in the Inn or stay here, which you want." Spoken to Ealora as he inhaled her scent and closed his eyes for a moment--finally. "Why did she faint? Is she sick? What are that man's intentions with her? Go..put her to bed." He gave the backside of Ealora a light tap, as if to tell her to take his place and SHE go put her sister to bed.

Shaden: Swept into Nics arms she didn't fight merely leaned into him almost grateful she didn't have to climb the stairs.. arms curling about his neck "Thank you " she murmured as they ascended to the second floor and into the room she was currently using.. until the third floor suite was finished.. once inside..she was layed on the bed gently.. while he started a fire.. she pulled up the blankets over her " You did not need to carry me.. Maahes will think... " she begin to speak and then quieted.. smiling gently " you are good to me Nicholas... too good.. "

Ealora:"Sick...or with child.."She lay a hand against his chest. In moments where she was frazzled, she needed to feel the beat of her husbands heart. "He is her guard, meant to protect her in all matters...nothing more my husband, trust that."She rose on her toes to press a gentle kiss against his lips before floating from the room to follow nic and Shaden into the room leaving Maahes alone...briefly..


Stryker:His fingers curled into her legs, beneath her knee were he held in one place, around her side with the other. There was no strain in the man to carry his lady to her chambers, she was nearly as light as a feather, though his knees did protest some. "Your welcome my lady.."He whispered in return as he set her down on the bed then went to tend a fire before returning to her side and pulling her blankets up to her chin, without thought, he leaned in to press a soft kiss against her forehead. "Hang what he thinks..what is reality is more important..you are a good woman my lady Shaden..one of the finest, I have a great pleasure in knowing you...and you deserve to be treated well...with respect, kindness and yes even goodness.." Gloved hand groaned as he swept back the copper curls from her face as Ealora made her presence known with a clearing of her throat. "I'll go see a room prepared for your brother in law and sister..and I'll bring some tea up to you.." Taking a step back, he dipped his head in respect to her before swiveling on his feet and heading downstairs pausing briefly in the sitting room. "I am having rooms prepared for you and your wife General..."quiet words spoken to the man. As a General, Nic could give the man some amount of respect though he had showed none in return upon their first meeting.

Maahes:Maahes watched his wife move up the stairs only to see the man follow behind. "Is she ok?" The man's words were lost to him, as he read the other's face. Searching for any sign of lie or unjust reason he wanted to know she would be ok, "I'll send for a healer is one needed?" No JC sure couldn't get one to come, but Maahes would have 20 within minutes. Maahes back his own aches and pains to worry of Shaden. The man hadn't eatin yet, bathed, or cleaned up. However his worry for his sister-in-law was first.

Stryker:"A good nights rest and a day in bed should see her to rights..she has been seen briefly but I am going to send for one in the morning for a second opinion." His fingers worked his belt loose, unstrapping the sword from his side and leaning the hilt on a nearby chair. With Shaden in bed, he could relax of attack, though if one came he had other weapons hidden on his person. "You and your wife can stay in one of the rooms tonight...be here when the new healer comes tomorrow...tonight though, enjoy one of the beds...I'll even have Madame Gerda bring up a hot bath for you and your wife..and anything else you require." No there would be no lies on the mans lips. He had no reason to doubt JC abilities but a second opinion would not hurt and with a registered healer, perhaps a woman who could handle delicate matters. He had heard of a lady doctor who took care of women and children...something thorn. He'd send for her in the morning.

Maahes:"You speak with Ealora of that, it will be up to her." Tradition in his homelands the women took care of home, making a comfortable bed for their men each night. Yet, this was more if Ealora wished to stay or not. That was her sister and all the family she had, and Maahes could put away his harsh feelings for the house for one night if he must. A bath did sound good, and something to eat. "Hire the best healer, no matter the cost, see to it she's as comfortable as she can be, and I'd like a servant to check on her every hour." Now to the topic of Ealora, "My wife needs to eat as well, she was pale. Where is the kitchen?" Spoken like the ass he was, but frankly it was only due to the fact he was so darn tired...yeah he was going to cook it himself.

Stryker:"I'm sure your wife will not want to leave her sister tonight but I will ask her.." He dipped his head as he spoke. "I intend only the best for my lady Shaden General...you can rely on that." Gloved hand lifted to point down the hall"Second door on the left..and the room if you decide to stay will be on the second floor, across from my lady Shaden's...just in case your lady wife wishes to check on her during the night as well..why don't you head up to your wife General..I'll have the bath and food brought up to you both..I'm to fetch tea for my lady Shaden before I will take first watch over her for tonight." The man could be an ass, yes Nic could all ready tell but the annoying thing with Nic was his voice never raised, his face never changed from the perfect calm...except once...when Shaden fainted and he had become the wolf protecting one of its pack members. No Shaden was not his mate and he didn't intend for it to become like that...ever. She was simply...his friend.

Maahes:Maahes would have stayed put just for the pure principle of the bossing this other man was giving, but he did want to be close to his wife. It troubled him to see her so shaken. Shaden was put to rest that much he could tell from standing in the door frame he watched the pair. "We'll stay here tonight, Ealora or as long as it is needed." He whispered taking a lean against the frame, his shoulder supporting his weight. "Stryker is going to bring you dinner, and a bath.." Worried, puppy dog eyes shifted from her sister to her own eye. "Come let her rest." He dared not go into the woman's room, but stretched out his hand to her.

Ealora:She had closed the door after Stryker and helped Shaden to change into a nightgown before retucking her sister in. All the while ignoring any comments of how she was not a child. It seemed though, Shaden was asleep the minute her head hit the pillow again and Ealora stayed, sitting on the edge of her bed till her husbands voice floated in from the doorway and she turned. She heaved a sigh of relief and lifted off the bed to come at his beckoning. "Thank you.."She breathed in a whisper as she took his hand and leaned into him, meaning the staying part. She knew how he hated the symbol of this house, but it was now just Shaden home...it meant a lot to her that he would push aside that feeling of hate for this place...for her. Quietly the door was shut behind her and Maahes as they moved into the hall. "Me a bath and dinner? Looks like you need both too.."Her free hand, now wrapped without splint, still for just extra protection raised to his face and stroked along his goatee. "You look very tired my husband.."

Maahes: Leaning into her palm his nuzzled the heated skin of the underside of her hand as it ran his face. His eyes closed and with a nod they would open again, "If I could I would skip a bath, I'm that tired..but your sister collects fine things, I'll not ruin anything or be to blame for the tarnish of her name.." Any further. "I have an army to get back on it's feet, all of days will be like this..I'll not have a lot of time for the Valley." He hated to admit it, but the thought of moving back into the castle had crossed his mind...even just for the season. "Did you see the healer today?" His fingers traced the wrapped wrist seeing it without splint it gave him relief knowing she was on the mend. God he loved her, loved her more then she could ever know.

Ealora: "Thank you for that too..besides a bath will sooth you into sleep..do not worry my love"Ha, do not worry when she probably would not sleep to much tonight with her own worry. Her smile at him turned into a frown as her hand dropped away from his face. "Yes I heard..I've my own crew to get ready...and the Shadow Storm to inspect..make sure it will be sound for the journey..but I'll make time for the valley where you cannot...the people will not want for anything, I promise you.."Yes Perry words rang within her head, if there was a baby within her soon and she tried going into battle with him...and he fell it would be to her to carry on his name in their child...but if there was no baby...well she could fight along side her husband..she had no intentions of sitting home sick with worry. What was she going to do sitting home? she couldn't do it and he had said he wanted her to be just the way she was, she was a fighter...she was a sailor of the Skye naval force. Celadon eyes fell to her wrapped wrist and she nodded. "I did..the healer said the break seems to have healed but to keep it wrapped tight...just in case." She watched his fingers trace the wrappings and turned her hand to capture his hand within her own before bringing it up to her lips, kissing each knuckle tenderly.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Ealora:There was no ifs, ands or buts. Not that Maahes complained but they stayed in town while Shaden was sick. First night at the Gilded Lily and the next within the rose. Seen by two healers and Ealora had no idea what was wrong with her sister though yes she did have her suspicions. What was there to do while staying in town? Walk...shop...think. Every time she had an attack, a gripping doubt, Maahes had seemed to appear and sooth it without ever knowing what was going on...what was in her head. It was just within a look, a touch...a kiss that broke her doubts about what was going on behind her back...or not going on as she reasoned each time. Still it was hard to let go, not because she did not trust her husband, it was because she loved him so much...she didn't think she deserved it. Didn't believe it would last. What did she do that day? The same she had done the day before and the day before that, she walked the streets in the morning, rode in the afternoon pushing horse and rider to tbe brink and in the coming dusk she retired to walk more around town. Each time brought her closer to the docks and closer to pulling away from them. She had never been afraid of the sea, never afraid of her crew or her ship..but something held her back. Memories. The bruises and lashes had faded, her nose had healed and her wrist was all most back to normal..but the memories would not fade. The nightmares had stopped, safe at home, assured of her protection. They had ceased as quickly as they had started but it did not mean the encounter was not always on her mind. She couldn't go to the docks, but she could go the seaside, the coming waves lulled a peace in her that could not be found anywhere else and boots were removed as her feet dug into the sand, her body leaning forward to clasp her knees as her head dipped to rest chin upon her arms. Lids slid closed over her eyes, washing away the scene of white caps kissing land to hear the beat of the hearts ocean. Peace..just complete peace.

Pembroke:"With a bounty on your head you should not be alone.. much less... in this area Malory " his voice was rough and timbred... had he been following her thru the maze of cobbled streets and docks.. perhaps since catching sight of her he had...or perhaps it was chance that he too was staring out onto an ocean.. where his ship no longer sat at anchor.. he stood some paces off.. not close enough to cause her threat.. knowing she was probably still.. rather less than fond of most males in the world... " You seemed to be.. almost healed.. hows the nose" he tapped the side of his own nose.. still bruised.. and matching her broken one.. darkened splotches still marred his sea warmed face... but he seemed whole enough.. from the outside.

Ealora:"There is a lot of places I should not be...a lot of places I still can not go..I do not want this place to be among them..Pembroke"Her head turned as she spoke, laying her cheek upon her arm and lids sliding open to regard the figure near her own. With the full moon in the sky, she could make out his form and the shadows of his face where the moon caught it. A slow smile curled her lips before her head lifted and she released her knees to lean her palms back into the sand. "Healed..."Her wrist panged, reminding her that it was not completely sound yet and she shifted to lean her elbows instead against the sand. "How is your own wounds? Healing I hope.."Her head jerked to the sand beside her, beckoning him to join her.

Pembroke:He approached her slowly and then settled a few feet away.. stiffly coming to rest, there were still.. places that were sore.. and healing " Ship Shape.." he grunted as he shifted to a better position... " Things well with your husband...?" while incarcerated courtesey of her ... husband he had... wondered... how she faired.. if the blackmoor treated his wife .. the way he treated the man that brought her home.. then he had feared for her well being.. it was not his place to judge.. if she wanted a savage heathern that could not... abide by normal curtsey and honor it was on her... and yet.. he had worried...running his hand beneath the sand he lifted it.. letting it sift from his palm before returning his gaze to the darkened sea...

Ealora:A small hum of a chuckle escaped her lips"Sound a bit rusty still to me Pemmy." Her head turned again to take in the sight of him. She felt guilt for what had been done to him though she hadn't inflicted the damage, she had been the cause of it. "I'm sorry August..I should of stuck up for you.." Spoken quietly before her head turned to watch the whitecaps rolling in once more. "Things are well..." Despite the rumors my husband is sleeping with my sister..and my worries its true...Couldn't bring herself to say it, but she sure did think it. "Where have you been anyways? Woulda thought you to come after Maahes for throwing you in jail..though I'm quite glad you didn't." Her fingers curled into the sand, drawing inadement and worthless little squiggly lines within the soft earth. "He was sorry for it too...though he'll never admit it. Heard he sent you a pentice for it though. Hope the coin went to good use."

Pembroke:The sound he made was of a snorting grump.. " I doubt he worried over me.. tis done now.. though.. and I would not have made things worse for you..." a sea shell was lifted from the sand and stared at before it was flipped away callously.... " You owe me no apology.. you did what you had to.. a womans place is never easy with a man like that " he disapproved of her choice in husbands that was evident enough.. " but you seem to carry the weight of the world still on your shoulders..." he had avoided the where and what he'd been up to.. it wasn't for.. public consumption.. at the moment.

Ealora:"He did...he said so, he acts before he thinks...he always has."A small hum of a chuckle left her lips again. Yes she loved her husband dearly, despite his bullish and assholish attitude. It was different with her, it was still there but he was a kitten with her, purring and gentle. No one would ever understand it and she couldn't say anything that would. "I always carry the weight of my deeds on my shoulders. It is my personal hell till I get there after death." Wiggling in the sand, she sat up and let out a snort of a laugh. "My place as a wife you mean? My being a woman has nothing to do with it, all horseshyte. I am his wife...his lady but in no way does he own me..."Her hands dusted off against each other as she let out a sigh. "I owe you an apology..I gave you my word I would repay you for what you did for me..I still will."

Pembroke:"nothing is needed Mallory I did not follow you because I expected some boon.. I did not rescue you becasue I expect payment.. it was simple decency.. " he looked away... " It's apperant you havn't been used to the concept.." he rose annoyed with her..that she would think he needed apoligies or repayment.. bones creaking stifly as he stood.. " You should stay away from your sisters place.. she is a person of Intrest to the English Lord.. Maurbury... you don't want to get cuaght up in that " hands laced behind his back... standing resolutly looking out to sea... he seemed made of stone...

Ealora:"Probably not used to kindness and decency no but had it been because of boon or promises that you did come after me..you can be sure I would of made no attempt to repay you or promise to have your back." With a groan of irritation, she clamped her hand around and tossed it at his torso. "Seems you don't know the meaning of friendship...or promises friends can make without incased meanings behind them." She stopped then, her irritation turning to one of shock and surprise as she turned in the sand and tilted her head back to look at him. "How do you know that...about Shaden?"

Pembroke:whatever she tossed at him thunked into his back, causeing him to winee , he lash marks had not had as long as hers to heal.. a twich in his jaw was the only outward sign she had met her target.. " Madame Aramoire has made her bed and now must lie in it.. however you do not need to share her fate.. " he still did not face her " I've said to much already.. but... as you say.. my friendship with you would not allow it to go unsaid " He wouln't turn and look at her.. because to do that would inspire treason...to tell her what terrible things were brewing in the blue castle for those of the Isle..

Ealora:She could not get up quickly, the sand was to soft, her wrist to sore to allow her the quick movement but she did get up, with a groan and slowly righted herself completely. "Pembroke what have you done?" Honeyed voice was thick with concern and worry, both for him and for Shaden. Moving forward, she grasped his arm and tugged him to look at her. "I admire our friendship Pembroke...more then you know..but please tell me you have not betrayed me...or my family..I do not take betrayal well.."

Pembroke: "I have not betrayed you or anyone you love... it is a matter of war between your People and Mine.. I only know.. " he turned as she grasp him.. his hands falling onto her shoulders lighlty, oceanic eyes the color of the sea they both loved softened as his fingers touched her gently " I only know that Maurbury intends... to bring her to trial.. what for... I dont' know.. " the look on his face spoke volumes.. he was just warning her... " He is intent.. nothing will.. save her.. but you ... you should go back to your valley.. distance yourself.. from her " a hand lifted to brush back a tendril of russet hair the wind played havoc with.. " I did not save you to see you fall again so quickly"

Ealora:"My people...and yours? Pembroke your in Skye..Scotland..Do you not see we are all the same? Love our home the same...live the same..the only thing to come from this war is unneeded bloodshed." Her chin tilted upward, celadon meeting eyes of the sea. "I will not that happen to her...even if it means my life..she is my family..she will never walk a path I can not follow. I am sorry Pembroke, if it is in Gods will...then you will have rescued me only to see my fall again..I bare my friends..my family above my own life. I always have. If you should find out why he plans to bring her to trial...for what..I hope you will tell me...for I will kill in order to get it...in order to save my sister."

Maahes:Of all God's creations it was sad Maahes could always respect. Be it of the beach or of the desert he found the power of illusion so easy to learn. In the baited heat of the Sahara, one could be lost for days, but here on the beach it was easy to be found. The ocean only went so far, and could not hide the tracks he knew all too well. Even the steps of the draft horse could be lost with the rush of the waves. "The only reason you saved her the first time," His voice boomed from atop the dark beast in all his painted colors of Lord General, "Was because I was not there." Full thick lips were flat against a clenched jaw, as Maahes looked very much the part of his title. If wars could be won by intimidation alone, this man could defeat any enemy who dare face him. "I assure you Captain, it will not happen again." Eyes parted with his anger from the man, to his wife and back. "Do not worry my wife with stories of such things, until her trail is set in stone." Meaning there were many things he hadn't told Ealora, but as always he did not want to worry her. "And when I meant safe passage through Skye, I meant only on events of great importance If that is your reason, Sir I suggest you take your leave." The horse danced for a moment in place as the weight of his legs were shifted, but Maahes quickly corrected, eyes however never ONCE leaving Pembroke.

Pembroke: "stubborn stupid woman " he cursed her as he let his hold on her go " You are a witch.. I betray my country in telling you this to have you throw it back in my face.." he was irritated beyond belife with her, the urge to pick her up and shake her till her teeth rattled.. and then.. he heard the booming voice of the heathern savage.. a slow turn had him facing the man upon the work horse.. fresh from the fields no doubt.. both of them " You seemed to have a way of loosing your wife.. perhaps you should take her back to the valley and keep her there " he scowled at the General.. if it pissed Malory off so be it as long as she was out of Turas Lan.. and yes he was talking about her like she was a little housewife.. so what.. he would not endure her scolding tounge and temper this night.. her husband would.. " I have diplomatic reasons for being in Skye... I'm attached to Lord Maurbury's contingent now General... I will be staying till Lord Maurbury sails away home.. "

Ealora: "From the roots my hair to the tips of my toes.."She retorted as her body turned when Maahes spoke, now angled between both men. Her eyes rose to meet her husbands and then back at Pembroke. Oh hell nah! Her rage flamed, heating every blood vessel within her body till it reached celadon colored eyes. "Damn you, I am not some prized item and you will not speak of me like I am one." More then half the island new of Lord Maurbery and his evil intent. His intent might of been to conquer the island on whole, but divide it was what he was trying to do at present. Gather his followers to do his bidding. She couldn't believe her ears, they itched and burned with the words he spoke. He had indeed risked much in telling her as much as he had, why even bother if he was going to join that blackhearted...git..Her hand twitched, she wanted to smack the hell out of him, smack that stupidity right out of him. She did perhaps the second most surprising thing she had ever done, she moved back, away from him and the physical hurt she wanted to lay on him. Slowly back one step and then another to she met her husbands horse. Her hand raised and lay upon her husbands thigh as she turned her head up to meet his gaze. "Hello my husband.."She gently purred up to him although this panther was inwardly growling in rage.

Maahes: "Then we are enemies." Oh, how that rage of fire came alive with a twisted little smirk and in the glowing embers of his eyes. "If I killed you it would start a war." He breathed, but it had been all he had thought about. Maahes knew the fine lines between civil and real wars, that the English wanted this land and did everything in their power to 'join' forces with Skye. Lord Maurbury was a rook in the English army, and now Pembroke was his pawn. No Maahes had not been in the fields, and was still dressed in noble attire. Yet the colors of the lands had faded under the mud covered man whose day was spent raising an army to defeat what was to come. "Ealora goes where she pleases, we'll be staying in town until she is ready to go. Do not mistake my love for her as control. You of all people should know you cannot capture the wind, Captain." Not once did his body move, his back straight chest raising and falling only with his breath. Ealora's words would only get the up turned palm of his hand as he would not dare take his eyes of Pembroke now. He was to help her on the horse if she would receive it.

Pembroke:Stupidity was a trait of the people of Skye if he were to judge by the Witch before him who could not heed a warning and the puffing and preening General who did not see beyond his own yearning for blood and his pride.. " Take the words as they were meant Mallory.. as concern for you.. and yours" sea blue eyes almost seemed to laugh at the General.. as he watched the man played like a fiddle.. by the wills and wants of his wife.. instead of taking her to safety even against her will.. well it was settled in his brain then.. the general was girl-thingy whipped.. no doubt in his mind.. the bigger they are the harder they fall.. it would seem.. he almost felt sorry for the brute.. for both of them.as they were to bullheaded and assinine to see an friendly gesture of concern.. " No need to escort me Back to the Castle... I know.. my way well enough " he shot them a grin full of English Charm... better they hate him and leave the area than stay..

Ealora:"I will Pembroke..as you will heed mine, that I will do anything to protect what is mine.."Celadon eyes slid to the form of her friend...yes he was still her friend. He had saved her life and she could not easily toss that off. She owed him a debt, by her own words and she was never one to break a promise. Unless he betrayed her and he had said he would not...did not. It was hard to see Pembroke as an enemy, even the first time they met she had her doubts. Then again, she was willing to admit she was never a good judge of character. There was also one motto though, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. She was always on a balance beam or at least it felt that way. On one hand she could see his reasoning, Maubery was England..Pembroke was English, he was in a sense England but did he not see the danger in the path he was taking. "Be careful Pembroke...I fear for the path you are on.."Her fingers curled against her husbands thigh. No she wasn't going to get on the horses back with him..poor animal would break in two but she wanted him to know she was not going anywhere. She felt pride in his words of her. That he spoken openly of loving her...of not controlling her.

Maahes:He was not THAT heavy, sheesh! If she was not going to get on then he would get down. On the opposite side from where they stood so that he may hide his wince, or hear the air that was sucked in through his breath. Maahes never rode a horse, but Maahes also never lost at one of his own games. Was all part of the training right? Just happened today he was off his game, and found himself victim to a sprained ankle. However, he would hide it well, as his steps of his normal; Maahes always limped a bit anyway right? Motion was pain with day in and day out of work. "He knows what he is doing Ealora. Do not worry for that man."

Pembroke:August had more hen enough of the pair of them shaking his head he brushed past the Pirate Queen headed toward the docks past the Beahemoth of a savage.., Maahes was a big Man but Pembroke was not small in stature either.. at 6 '2 230 he was sturdy and barrel chested.. an strong as an ox from years aboard a ship.. and that was when it happened, without warning a hard right hook to the jaw.. of the General. sucker punched.. as he watched him fall to the sand he looked down at him " I owed you that one General.. we are even now " he looked back at Ealora... and nodded " Evening.. Captain "

Ealora:Her head canted to the side, brows knitting together in concern. Maahes was pained. He hid his walk well but hell, he heard her thoughts just as she heard his. She could tell he was keeping in pain. What had happened? Her gaze turned from him to Pembroke as he pushed back, just as her mouth opened he struck...her husband. A small gasp left her lips and she flinched as fist met face and down went her husband. Before she had any time to realize what she was doing, she shoved her hands into Pembroke's chest. "Damn you, what the hell are you doing?!" Another shove before she was turning and kneeling beside Maahes to help him up. "Maahes are you all right?"

Maahes:Perhaps it was just the day he was having..the rain..the barrel this morning...the twisted foot ..untied shoes...the cold..finding his wife with the captain..hearing he was part of the English..and now this! All of the rage he could pull together would only get one thing...laughter. Maahes laughed from deep inside his chest, as he had flat out reached his breaking point. The deep rumble would be proof, as he pushed away from Ealora and just pressed back in the sand. Raising up with the aid of Ealora tears ran down his cheeks from the chuckle, a rush of 'was that it?' This was over, leaning against his wife he smiled. "Don't worry, love. I know when to be a man and walk away." He would let her help him up, wrapping his arm around her should he used her as a crutch his foot really killing him now, but would pass soon. "We'll never be even, Pembroke." Bite your tongue, bite your tongue. "I'll always have one thing over you." His hand tightened around Ealora's shoulders and then reached out for the horse's reins. Yeap, he needed that horse. "Come let us go see your sister yes? The air smells like an English pig."

Pembroke: He took the two shoves to his chest without wince, only the tightening of the jaw as he watched her kneel and tend to her husband.. " Enjoy your Evening.. " and then he dissipeared into the descending mist.. whisteling a tune.. his hand hurt like hell now from flattening the savage.. but he felt sastified deep down in his core.. damm that had felt good... he chuckled at the last words of the General.. interupting his whisteling.. before it began again.. thinking yeah well Keeping her is the real... trail of fire.. he didn't envy the man that.. at all.

Ealora: Her eyebrows knitted together in both frustration and confusion. He was laughing? What the hell was this? Grasping his arm, she rose as he did, grunting with the effort, no he wasn't THAT big but big enough for her that it was a difficulty especially when her wrist screamed with pain. Her arms encased his waist as his hand went around her shoulder. Just bare it, she told herself as her gaze followed Pembroke retreat and she was truly proud of her husband then. Not beating the man to a pulp as he was apt to do at any other time. He truly was a beast but she loved that about him too. A heavy sigh of frustration left her lips but she let it go...as he had."Yes lets go see Shaden...up on the horse you get."She reached for the reins with one hand, the other smoothing over the horses nose to sooth the beast from any nervous nature from raised emotions of the humans.

Maahes:Oh it was coming, but with politics he knew this much. Pembroke's Lord was important, and a war would start should he look upon the lands with distaste. If Pembroke returned with a broken nose, he would no doubt say what a savage Maahes was, and this was the choice his Duchess made. Bess put Maahes in such a position to keep her country alive, not see it fall. "You'll have to ride behind me." He spoke, words slurred as suddenly he felt really tired. Yeap, he was about to pass out. Rush of anger, rush of laughter...the rush of Pembroke' s fist. That and he gave his lunch to one of the squires today that he felt was too skinny, it was all he could do to get atop the horse.

Shaden:Shaden had spent the day much as the past few days Mornings working with the carpenters and painters getting the Lily ready for opening day the afternoon with lessons for the courtesans.. all under the the watchful eyes of Gerda and Nicholas.. she felt as if she were tripping over them.. more than once leveling looks to Gerda. " The healer said I was fine.. no need to worry " she scowled lighlty then continued her day.. now that night had fell though she was exhuasted.. resting before the fire in the great room.. book in hand.. on the sofa.. Gerda had finally left her in peace and Nicholas had been relived of his guard duties for the night.. no doubt lurking nearby.. it was an odd pensive mood that found her reading and re-reading the same lines over and over again finally tossing the book aside in frustration and staring into the flames of the fire.

Ealora:They had barely made it back to the Gilded Lily...barely made it into the bedroom that had been sharing in order for them to keep an eye on Shaden when Maahes finally passed out...or slept. She really could not tell. but she got him settled, under the covers with a tray of food next to the bed should he awaken hungry. No doubt Shaden would not begrudge them staying there a few extra days, for both Maahes health, her own and Shaden's. His boots were the last thing she attended to. Seeing the swollen and black and blue ankle, she grimanced and swallowed the bile that had risen in her throat. Blood and guts she could deal with..the swollen and offset ankle she could not. No wonder he was in pain! When she left him it was to instruct Gerda on getting a cold compress on that ankle, and some herbs from her bag that would help with the pain. At least she had had a sense to bring some things when they had come into two days before. But of course she did not leave him wanting, a tender kiss to still lips and whispered words of 'I love you' in his ear before she was moving downstairs, quite out of her own body, or it felt that way as she met her sister in the great room, a tender kiss pressed to the alabaster cheek in greeting. "Hello sister mine..how are you feeling?" Spoken as she moved around the couch to sit beside her.

Jack Trades: I'd say she's got something weighty on her mind. -=The voice rumbled out from the entryway as the thump of hob-nailed boots carried him inside. With a nod to the captain, he halted at Shaden's side. A calloused hand rested on her shoulder, squeezing gently=- Donnae let me ferget that I have some questions fer ye, but wha't on yer mind, sweetie?

Shaden: She smiled softly as her sisters kiss was pressed tenderly to her cheek.. "I'm well.. I wish you all would quit worrying between Gerda, the girls and Nicholas.. I swear I feel like the most watched over woman on the Isle" her eyes lifted to Jack as he came into the room.. her hand laying over his as he rested it upon her shoulder... patting it lightly... before looking at Ealora once more " You look like death warmed over where is your husband ?" changing the subject perhaps.. no not really just concerned over her sisters appearance... there was a shadow in her eyes that Shaden knew meant trouble.. to both of them she motioned to join her by the fire.. scooting to one end of the sofa and snuggling the blanket over her lap.. as she made room for Ealora...

Ealora:"It is because we love you that we watch.."she hummed in response as she slid close to her sister on the couch. Her head drifted back to rest against the back of the couch as she let out a sigh. "Asleep..or passed out..he is pushing himself...and his men...to prepare for battle. I must start doing the same. His ankle is swollen and black and blue. I think it might be broken...or sprained. What was that healers name that attended you?" Yes there was much on the pirates queens mind that could lead to trouble, when was there not? Peace was not to be obtained..not yet at least.

Jean-Claude: The night was young, the day just started. With the rain clouds breaking light of the moon, the path was well lit by pale light one moment, and black the next. Yet, for eyes that did not need, he felt. The Frenchman knew this path well. The sights and sounds of the Lily had become well known as his Pirate captain was starting to become favored by the ladies, though still was a sour taste on another. With long pale fingers curled over the tip of his walking stick, and perfectly manicured nails tapped lightly against the polished black wood. Though the age of this time was not as sophisticated here, he still dressed the part on the latest of fashions. A long overcoat of black wool, covered the royal purple vest of silk along side a crisp clean tunic laced as far as it would go. Unlike the other night his hair was not tucked away in his hat, but left to cascade down his back, tied of course with a black ribbon. (of course right?) Thin pale lips ran together as he stood outside the door giving himself one more moment to press out any wrinkles. A knock on the door with the ball of his cane, he wouldn't have any freehands, as the other held together only the reddest of roses. Once the door was answered he gave the woman a bow, and she would smile in return. "I've come to see to it, Lady Aramoire is no worse for wear, mademoiselle." The woman gave him a skeptic frown, but as well smiled.

Jack Trades: -=The iconic wrinked brim tipped up from the cozy scene unfolding before it to swivel towards the foyer and the front door. The softeness of the hearty voice hardened a bit, but did not carry beyond the expanse of the plush couch.=- It seems ye have a visitor, Shaden...and more questions fer me tae ask...

Shaden: "Thorn.. Avery Thorn... was her name.. quite a lovely Lady I might say.. very educated " she nodded softly as one of the servants approached bearing a tray with wine glasses and a bottle to settle on the low table before the couch.. a delicate hand stopped the girl... and spoke softy requesting a pot of tea..with lemon and honey... foregoing the wine.. but she leaned forward and poured for both Ealora and Jack.. handing a glass of the exquisite vintage to both... " I will be glad for winters respite from this warmongering.. it will be the first time in years.. I do not look forward to the spring.. " she shivered and pulled the blanket tighter about her.. as if somthing else beside war trouble her.. them cast an illusionary smile back to chase away the gloom of her statement... smiling at Jack as her hand touched his in passing him the wine.. her thumb caressed for a moment.. " And how was your day..?" she never knew what he was up to.. or just what his work entailed.. secretive.. but then again.. she had her own secrets... a knock on the door was heard and Gerda moved to answer it, seeing the French Healer from a few niights ago she gave him an odd look then allowed him entrance , escorting him to the great room with much noise so as to forewarn the party near the fire. At Jacks.. proclamation of more questions her brow raised at his tone.. then she stood... " Ahhhh Monsuire.. Welcome..." her eyes took in the roses with a soft smile.. " Gerda... would you please.. put them in water.. and set them by my bedside ?" she questioned the housekeeper before a danity hand waved the healer into the warmth of the fire.. " Join us please.. would you like wine ?" already she poured it.. as if it were a done deal.. how could one declined already poured wine?

Jean-Claude: Indeed it was hard, but with perfect composure his long slender hand reached out to accept with a bow of his chin. Spanish lace fell from the cuff of his overcoat as palm turned upward to hold the glass correctly. (right?) With the offered placement he took his stance against the hearth, with one hand tucked against the back of one hip. "I cannot stay, after your gracious gift." The wine lifted once more. "I will need to return. I do hope I am not interrupting something of importance? Or does the Lady always break out fine wine when the sun goes down?" A note was infact taken of the Courtesan's drink of choice, confirming what he knew..she knew. His voice was smooth, and full of grace like a true cultured gentleman whose manners were bestowed upon him from the very moment he took his first breath. Funny how a man like this, was second in command on a ship of thieves. One could not help but question, hmm? Dark eyes of navy washed between the rest, upon the man who was in dire need of a shave, and to the woman from the night before. His head would bow to them both with greeting. "Have you been tending to her as I asked, Captain?" Settling his thin lips into a comfortable fake smile, that all in such position grew to keep.

Maahes:Upstairs the bear was awake, and was making a lot of noise. "Mmmmmm." He grumbled rubbing his eyes, and passing a hand to scratch across an almost hairless frontside. "Mmmm..ow." He cursed under his breath as his feet hit the floor, having forgotten about the ankle. Looking around, dark amber eyes pulled the sheet around his naked body and was tied off around his hips. Ealora had put him to bed, she knew he got too warm at night and to save him from kicking off the covers they wore nothing. Down the halls he wobbled until the light of the fire spilled out and he instantly straightened hiding the pain rather well. Stepping into the room, looking the part of the savage he rose a black brow in wonderment. "Whose the fruitloop?" Yeah good morning to you too, Maahes.

Jack Trades: -=With the wineglass resting in a rough hand that appeared more accustomed to holding anything other than fine crystal, the burly frame unobtrusively moved to the periphery of the fire's warmth and silently let the exchange unfold. No response was given to the bowing head save a prefunctory dip of the brim. The stolid figure neither gave a reaction to Maahes' less than refined entrance.=-

Shaden: " the Lady offers the finest to her family and friends which.. you have become part of the latter with your kind caring.." she smiled enchantingly as her own tea was served fixing it just so.. and blowing over it before she sipped." You have not interrupted anything.. though perhaps I should introduce you.. Jack Trades... this is.. Monsuire... JC? " her words tipped up in tone with question as she fished for his given and surname.. Before she cast a glance at Jack that basically said 'be nice' then back to the mysterious well dressed gentleman " I have received perfect care.. and am fit as a fiddle now.. no need to worry " her words carried the impression that she didn't want her secret revealed to those about the fire... glacial green hues practically pleaded with him for his aid..

Ealora: Well at least she waited a minute in between glasses, but the second glass was downed much as the first had. Friggin wine, didn't she have something harder? Her head tilted as she swallowed the last bit of wine. Eyes slitted towards JC. I don't like you...her eyes seemed to burn into him. "See..."She retorted shortly before sliding to the edge of the couch to pour herself another glass of wine. Sliding back again. Her head turned to find her sheet clad husband in the doorway. "Maahes..lord all mighty, you hardly slept, get back to bed, and get off that ankle!" She purred towards her husband with a laugh, though yes she was scolding him like a wronged child. Ok so wine wasn't that bad. She still craved her whiskey though, hadn't had that since before she married him!

Maahes:Again with the laughing, "What kind of name is..J.C. Short for..? Doesn't your god have a son named Jesus? Christ right?" So Christ it would be. Coming up behind the couch he gathered the lengths of Ealora's hair and pulled it away from her shoulder. "My ankle is fine..doesn't hurt. Where is dinner?" He would start to rub her shoulder lightly, as to change the subject real quick.


Jean-Claude: "Yes, JC." The distaste for the name his captain gave him only grew, but he never once let go of that same fake smile. "You are very observant, Lord General. A talent." Wink. With that the mask he wore was still intact, and the wine was sipped only once more before returned to the keeper. "Thank you." Attention, was never spread too thin given in perfect equal segments, but once again in turn he would return to Shaden, "Then if you are fit as a fiddle, perhaps you will have dinner with me on the fall of tomorrow's night?"

Jack Trades: -=The wine glass disappeared under the shade of the brim. It re-emerged empty. The calloused hand set the glass aside ona convenient stand. The hearty voice rumbled across the short distance.=- Please, donnae part just yet. Ye have just arrived. And the introductions are far tae paltry fer an esteemed guest. Please, tell us a bit of yourself. Whence do ye hail? How did ye meet our lady Shaden?

Shaden: "Maahes !" she scolded him with a arched brow that punctuated her displeasure " He is a guest in my home as you are.. please..." there was no need to ask further.. for should he continue no doubt she would begin a lengthy diatribe about manners... and his quest for them which at this moment he was failing miserably.. although to Ealora it might appear that Shaden had a little to much sway with her husband.. chastising him so familiarly, with a look that could scorch the dark hide of the General...She smiled as JC took the disgraceful welcome of the General with a suave grace..that was noted and applauded...within.. though a look of shock was fleeting on her face at his invitation.. it was quickly replaced by a soft smile.. " Of course.. I told you I would repay your kindness and I shall.. perhaps I should have dinner prepared for us here ?" rock and hard place between manners and courtesy.. and the displeasure of those in attendance at the very idea...but certainly staying near home would alleviate some of the misgivings they would voice.. and she had no doubt they would. Like a clock chiming the hour.. Jack begin his interrogation.. on one hand she found it.. irritating that they all thought she could not be friends with a man without and interrogation as to someone's motives.. and on the other her woman's heart smiled at the tinge of green eyed monster that was claiming Jack Trades at this moment.

Ealora:Honestly, her husband was going as crazy as she felt she was inwardly. A gulp of wine taken before her head fell back to his brushing back of her hair and the squeeze of her shoulder. "I'll have supper brought up to you..now get off that ankle or I'm not..."She paused to find a civil way to say it in front of company. Hell she couldn't do it but her voice did lower to his ear"make love to you for a week..."A brow arched upward. Try me...I dare you. Celadon eyes swiveled to JC, did he just ask her sister out to dinner? Eyes slanted in his direction once more, I really don't like you. She really did trust her sister..it was that person she didn't trust. Still, when had she ever been a good judge of character? She clamped her mouth shut or really around the edge of her wine glass, tipping it to drain yet a third glass of wine before she moved on the couch to go get something to eat for Maahes.

Jean-Claude: "Our lady, monsieur Trades is going to escort Mon capitaine, to the festival in the lands of our Lord General. I dare say he has been very prized on the idea." His bare hands came to clasp behind his back with an amused look to the couple. What a romantic this one, and to see a young love unfolding before him. Maahes dipped his lips to capture those that whispered and then turned to make his way upstairs with a grumble. "I hail from France, from a town by Rouen. Terre d'abondance..Is French for land of abundance. It is much smaller then this, but the thoughts of home do warm the heart yes?" An amused smile passed to the man, and returned to Shaden. "As you wish, but would it be so forward to say I would wish to dine with you alone? Here..in your home, I would not think so many would object, no? " Of course he would keep his motives to himself, but a flash in navy eyes spoke for him.

Jack Trades: -=The hearty voice rumbled flatly as the wrinkled brim turned to watch Maahes' wise retreat. It swiveled back near the end of the speech to witness the exchange.=- I appreciate it, but it nae be necessary tae translate. -=The wrinkled brim centered slowly toward Shaden. The hearty voice retained it's flat timbre, but dropped nearly half an octave as it hushed to straddle the line between speech and whisper.=- Shall I leave ye tae this farce of a secret, or by this display, is this yer way of baiting me intae the secret?

Shaden: She had fleeting memories of the French countryside of her childhood as he spoke something in his tone.. a longing brought it back for her.. a soft smiled hovered on her lips as she nodded soflty " Indeed it would not be foreward of one who offered such kindness to me " she stood then.. as if in setteling the dinner date the evening had come to a close.. indeed she was stratigecally seperated a fast growing irrataited Jack from the suave and mildly Provoking JC... " Allow me to walk you to the door Monsuire?" a tilt of her head that was charming... coupled with a flutter of lashes.. as she stepped before him guiding his exit... To Jack she gave an exasperated look.. " I will return and answer any questions you have.. in private.." then she would lead JC onward to the door,of course he would know what she was doing.. in the entryway beneath the arched coulums that seperated the greatroom from foyer she stopped.. whispering in hushed tones for only him " I greatly apperciate your care and concern.." her cheeks blushed deeply... " and your offer for dinner... but.. could I beg another favor of you?" her hands would fidgit slighlty before her.. in nervouse engery.. " would you please.. keep my secret.. to yourself for now.. until I have a chance.. to .. tell those that need the telling ?"

Ealora:The glass was set down on the table next to the bottle of wine. A tip of her head went to the trio as Maahes retreated upstairs grumbling. Aha! Ealora one, Maahes, zero. Though no doubt he could use the same tatic on her if she were hurt. Though he had yet to try that one, it was her first and a success, she would remember that. Slow steps carried her out of the great room and off to the kitchens to find some left over supper for Maahes. Ah, beef stew. It worked. On a platter with a couple slices of bread and a small wedge of cheese and a mug of warm cider as well, carried upstairs to the bedroom they borrowed. Such a good little wife, she snorted at the thought as she balanced the tray on one hand and opened the door with the other before retreating inside, her foot to kick the door closed. No worries Shay, no scuffs.

Jean-Claude:"Mon beau s'est levé..but of course, forgive me if I have let anything slip, it was not my desire." The walk to the door was a much closer, and his tall thin frame would almost take it up. "It is my reason for our dinner, none other. Yet..if you are already aware we can simply just speak no reason for an elaborate occasion. I am much a humble man, just have an eye for intrigue." With that his longer fingers came to touch lightly the ends of her cropped curls, but nothing else. With a bend at his hip he gave her a polite bow and soon find the night.

Maahes:"Woman..are you drunk?" Ealora was walking much like him, but she also had that..look her in eyes.

Jack Trades: -=The stolid figure stood silently as Shaden made the frenchman's egress. A calloused hand took hold of the bottle of wine by the neck and he slowly walked over to the window. There it stood, staring out into the patchy moonlight.=-

Shaden: "I promised you dinner and dinner you shall have.. we will speak then.. I am a woman of my word " she smiled thankful for his sensitivity on the matter.. as his fingers came up to touch her curls.. she almost balked but stood fast a sure sign of the abuse she had suffered at another's hands.. nothing more was said as he bowed and took his leave.. she closed the door bolting it behind his retreating figure.. then turned steeling herself for the... conversation to come.. which she believed would consist of much yelling.. cursing and maybe even broken things.. Her return to the great room was much like a march to the gallows... somber and lacking a real want to face the music so to speak.. she settled on the sofa then looked up at the silent Jack... " Ask whatever you wish , you shall have the truth"

Ealora:With the door shut, none but a passing courtesan in training or gerta..maybe nic would hear mumbled words from within. The tray was slid upon the bed and she hummed a small chuckle as her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "Just a buzz..will take more then three glasses of wine to get me drunk Maahes.."

Maahes: "Come here and snuggle with daddy." He gave a pat to the bed with a nod of his head in his own direction.

Jack Trades: I donnae have tae...-=In a slow motion, a calloused hand opened the window. Without warning or pretense, the brawny frame snapped and launched the bottle out into the night where it dashed itself on the street below. The hearty voice did not change its tone from before.=- Nae need tae worry, Shaden. Ye were nae drinking it anyway. -=The burly frame turned slowly. A few short strides brought him very close to her.=- When were ye going tae tell me, Shaden? -=Before she could draw a breath to answer, a hand shot out from under the oislkin to grip her stomach. Gnarled fingers dug into the softer parts of her tummy, taking a tight hold.=- When does it finally suit ye tae fill me on something this important? When I try tae dress ye in armor fer battle? Or when I'm countin' on ye tae be able tae run from multiple assassins?


Shaden: She had flinched as he tossed the bottle onto the street then slammed the windows shut loudly.. shocked when he grasp her harshly , fingers digging into her soft flesh she slapped away his hand.. then pushed him.. back from her.. moving toward the fire... her hands shielding her belly protectively... eyes snapping green fire at him " I only just learned.. for sure yesterday when I saw a healer... and you have not been around.. much to tell of important things " she leveled a gaze at him.. her chin lifting... " If that is what you worry about.. if I'm capable of joining you on your little adventure jaunts then.. it should not concern you at all.. " the fire poker was lifted and thrust violently at the flaming logs in the fireplace.. one had to wonder who's head she saw as she was bashing that log.

Jack Trades: Why then would it nae be one of yer top priorities tae inform me then? I take it that yer visitor is the one who helped ye find out then? Were ye "escorting" him? What of these other fellows I find tailing in yer wake? Is Corren a client as well? -=He followed her to the fire, dangersouly close to flame and the poker.=- It be impossible now fer ye tae join me, and only happy accident that I didnae invite ye already. Shaden, I love ye tae much tae risk ye unnecessarily. Ye should know from the treasure hunt that any child of mine will be saddled with a terrible burden. Shaden, is it mine?

Shaden: Her back was to him as he approached.. she was trembeling with anger as she tossed the poker to the heart.. " I wanted to speak to you alone.. " she turned then and looked at him " And have we been alone.. lately.. except when you crawl into my bed while I sleep to be gone befor the sun?" her jaw set as he asked the next round of questions " JC was here with his Employer last night.. Perigrin Vasser.. and I fainted.. he is a healer.. and took care of me.. but I did not know until I saw a Lady healer.. that I was pregnant.. I was not escorting JC and Corren is an old frined .. I met him in Venice.. and he has never nor ever will be a lover or client he is just a frined... a very dear frined" she looked down at the floor for a miserable moment.. " Truthfully I do not know if the child is yours... or... not " her arms crossed over her middle and she seemed to wait as if expecting a blow...to fall...

Jack Trades: I see... -=It was the only response as he stepped over to the couch and let himself slump into it. The brim turned wantingly towards the window now as a thought of the dashed bottle flitted through his mind.=-

Shaden: She watched him from her position by the fire.. for a long moment.. it was an icy cold that seemed to cover her like a mantle.. " Do not worry Jack.. I will place no demands on you ... you will be as free as ever.. " there was .nothing in the way of emotion from her it was as if she had slammed a door shut over anything warm.. blood turned to ice water.. as she stared at him... " Twas only you.. and the King.. no one else...I've been faithful to you... but I can imigine you would not belive it.. and that I understand.. " her chin lifted a small measure... " tis no ones child but mine... my resposibility.. " and with that her arms dropped to her side and she moved like a stiffened soilder of ice past him and up the stairs.. the last sound of the night he would hear.. a faint closing of her door...

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Maahes:A healer had been seen, and he was to be on light duty for the rest of the week--just a sprain. However the blow to his face was turning a well fitted black, and outlined in a deep navy blue. Maahes sat in the bed at Briar Rose, watching the sun fill the trees outside the window with a fire of autumn. The evening was drawing close, or closer then he thought as the days grew shorter. Each meal had been brought to him, and with each passing person Maahes held his breath in hopes it would be his wife. Where was that woman? Pushing the covers back, he had to get up--had to. If only to sit on the edge of the bed. The sprain wasn't bad, just was a numb pain so long as he stayed off of it.

Ealora:Today was the day she would visit the docks. He might if had a sprained ankle but she knew anything that happened to her and he would risk further damage in order to get to her. It was what made her brave enough to leave him in the hands of the staff of the Briar. The Healer had given strict instructions he was to stay in bed and she knew just the charm to keep him there. While every fiber of her being wanted to dote on her husband, she could also not resist the call of duty. There wasn't much information to go by, what she had heard from Perry and in passing. Winter would be a lull, in spring they were to war again. As part of the naval fleet of Skye, she could not sit by, not because he asked it of her or because she was afraid that any day soon she might find out she was with child. It could happen at any time though it was not to be so right now, God worked in mysterious ways. He had given her will to fight, he had brought her Issa and yes, he had guided her to Maahes. It was because of Maahes, because of Shaden and the island that she wanted to fight. To fight for friend and family was the greatest honor she could give the people she cared about. It was...her. She was not to be a woman who sat knitting all day long, she never had been. Her day had been spent on the Shadow Storm, for the first time since the beating. There was no painted stares, no words of sorrow. Only songs of joy at her return, happy workers still loyal to the patron of the ship. Why had she been so worried? She still couldn't go into the cabin though, each look towards the door brought painful memories she just could not deal with. Would not deal with. All pushed to the dark place within her, the place always threatening to explode into the bloody panther she had been known to be before. Still a panther, she was much more tamed. Happily so by love. The same woman underneath but still fueled, now not by vengeance, but love. It was a great purpose, the best. How could she never know it before? As the sun dipped low in the sky. She bid the men goodbye, promising to return on the morrow for another round of full repairs and upgrade to the Shadow, as well as some training. She took her time to return to the Briar, not for fear of the wrath of her husband, but for the walk, to relax after a tiring day. To gain her second wind as she reached the Briar. A smile was tossed to Rose as she headed towards the stairs and up to the room they shared there. Funny, same one he had gotten her after releasing her from jail. Did he realize that? She did. The door flicked open and she slid inside, one fluid and graceful movement as the door shut behind her and her coat was opened, letting out a rush of salty ocean air. "What are you doing up? Lay back down, put that ankle up.."She scolded with a grin towards her husband.

Maahes:The world was moving in slow motion, spinning from being in one position too long. "I'm going home." He grumbled under his breath, if he had to be off his feet he wanted to be home in his chair. "With or without you." Amber eyes parted from the floor to catch her own and with that he smiled. In walked his vision of a wife, and suddenly the world seemed such a brighter place. Standing then the ever defiant giant took up much of the room, and instantly shadowed the Pirate Queen. Maahes moved like a warrior brave, showing no sign of pain his shoulders back steps in perfect composure. It would not be until she was within his reach would the much smaller frame be pulled into his embrace, and his hands raising to cup her cheeks. Thick full lips outlined by a perfect trim (thanks to Anulia) met the plush pillows of her own, and in his kiss he promised her his forever--as always. "You smell of the Ocean." He whispered as he broke his kiss to trail the tip of his nose with a nuzzle against her cheek to become lost in the silken strands of her hair. "Did you see your ship?"

Ealora:Her hands rose to meet his sides as he pulled her in. Chin tilted backward, only not this time in defiance...this time there was a grin upon her lips as his descended and together met. Perfection. Each kiss was perfection. A promise given and a promise returned. She hummed in a soft moan as lids slid closed over celadon eyes as her fingers tightened to his sides. "You love that smell...always have...I did...There is some repairs needed, some moderations...and my men need training. We should be more then ready come early spring." Fingers curled around his backside and weaved together, locking him against her as he nuzzled her hair. "You stayed abed all day as the healer commanded yes? If you did...then I will take you home. If not then we're spending another day here and you will have to spend a full day in bed..."Teased at his ear though she was quite serious, he could not afford a bad ankle in his line of work. Couldn't risk it. At least she wouldn't let him as much as possible.

Maahes:"Mmmm, yes I love the smell of you." He canted his head back to look down the edge of his nose at her. Such remarkable beauty in this one, but it was in the little looks she gave he found himself melt. "Look at that bed." Of course he would not look over his own shoulder, but the view was no doubt of the mess of the covers where he had tossed the entire day. "I'm out of that bed, and want out of this room. Walk with me to your ship, I want to see the repairs."With a crutch against one wall, he would of course not use it, but no doubt would need it. "Let's go see your ocean. Much like you I have missed it."

Ealora:"Are you sure you can make the journey there and back?"A slender brow tilted upward in question though she couldn't help but smile at him, his smile as her eyes slid from the bed to him. Her hand raised and pressed against his chest to still his movements though, a look of stark realization within her eyes. "Wait..I have something for you..go sit on the bed...and close your eyes...no peeking and no questions...else I won't give it to you.."She didn't have to watch him to know he would do as she asked, she wouldn't give him his gift if he didn't. The door opening and closed behind her. The waiting minutes could of felt like eternity, really it was only a few minutes before she returned, the door opening a bit wider so two of the Inn hands could bring in a mahogany chest. Whatever it was, it looked heavy but looks could of been deceiving, she still could not lift moderately heavy things with her wrist. The trunk was set down and she stooped to open the lock before pushing the lid back. If he was peeking, all he would see was a white sheet over the top of some bulked items within the chest, she turned to make sure he wasn't though before the sheet was tossed back..."Lift your arms..no peeking..."Honeyed voice floated across the air of the room to him moving closer as she did. It would not take a genius to tell as she pressed a thin piece of metal to his chest to know what the item was as it was strapped on, leather holding two pieces of metal, one in front and one in back with straps at the shoulders and sides so that it could be adjusted as needed. Taking his hand into her own, there was a clink before something was set on the bed and finally one wrist and then the other was fisted with metal, much like shackles although longer..thinner and surely not bound together by links. Bracers. The final item lay within the bottom of the chest. That one she wanted him to actually see. Taking his hand into her own again, she moved it to his chest and began to trace lines which had been etched into the metal. The curve of a lions muzzle, the proud billow of a mane."Open your eyes.."Honeyed voice whispered softly to him as she helped him trace the pattern of a lion head on the front of the chest plate.


Maahes:Oh there was a groan, he didn't want to get back into that bed, but she wasn't like this. Ealora kept her secrets until it was too late, this much he had learned the hard way. Yet her petite hands moved over his body just as they in private. She was careful, worried, anxious. Would he like his gift, of course. Maahes had only ever worn a leather chest plate because he's never been given another. So many of his higher ranks were afraid to ask him to change, as if how he dressed was a routine he used to bring on good luck. "Is this for the joust?" Knights only wore such beauty in things like that right? "It is for a King." His palm ran over the polished surface in awe. He felt his heart quicken with a smile, as his eyes rose from the gifts to his wife. "Am I to wear this to the festival?" Words were quiet and sure, like a gentle purr of 'thank you'.

Ealora:"I am sorry it took me so long to give these to you..I never knew it was so hard to etch metal."Yes his wife had done the lion herself. The same lion graced the bracers on his arms. A small hum of a chuckle left her lips. "They are for you...to wear in training..in battle..to the festival,..wherever you wish. It adjusts too, by the top and sides so it will always move with you, grow with you..and this..."She moved back and removed the last item from the trunk. The scabbard was black with gold etching. Just from the look of the sheath one could tell the blade was curved, like the swords of their lands. The hilt itself had a lions head at the end, celadon gems within its eyes. So he would have something likeness of her always with him. The hilt lay in one hand, the sheath end within the other, it was a rather large piece of weaponry, crafted especially for him and his frame. "You use to protect others as you have always done...to fight for justice..let no other hand grace it besides your own..it was made for you...and only you."Her arms stretched, offering the weapon out to him.

Maahes: Over a lifetime wielding every weapon massive hands came across Maahes knew weapons like a favorite book. "A gift you give me now, but someday i'll look out upon the field and our son will carry such a treasure." He could barely speak, gracious of course Maahes was simply awkward at this whole thing. He was not one to express what he felt, or be one to dote upon such a gift, but she would never know the depths it struck. Many over the years had called him Beast, the Lion from Africa. As eyes had seen such a man in battle. The necklace he wore a gift from his once mate, of the Lion he killed in the arena at an age most boys were only learning to ride. His name, Maahes the name of an ancient Egyptian God, believed to be the son of Bast, whose name meant 'God of War and Protection, The Leonine Lord of Slaughter, but now it is..Maahes Husband to a Pirate, Defender of Skye, and completely..hopelessly in love with the woman before him. "Only for you." Reaching out to take her hand the tip of the sword would find the flat of the ground and his hand would curl around the lion's head as perfect as it fit. "Will you always stand at my side?" His wrapped foot would stretch out to capture the back of her legs and force her forward..hey he was keeping it elevated right?

Ealora:"Someday when we have a son yes...and when he is old enough.."A smile curved at the side of her lips as she watched him. He did not have to place doting words of thanks on her. She felt it. Her hands lowered as he took the sword and she could only laugh as she was pulled towards him by his foot. "Stop doing that. You're going to injure it more.."She flowed the rest of the way forward and pressed against him, her arms again curling around his sides. Pressed against metal was uncomfortable, she could not feel his heart matching her own beat for beat but he breathed and she felt that....felt him even when he was not near, a thin piece of metal would not stop her from loving her husband both physically and mentally. In times like these she did not know why she had ever doubted him...ever believed the rumors that floated around the city despite Shaden's attempt to quill them downward. "Always...even into eternity..you my husband...my love..my Maahes, are MY soulmate.."

Maahes:"Woman, if you think this is bad you just wait. My foot looks good compared to your face when you came back. That healed did it not? I kissed it." Such a heathen wasn't he? "Yesterday, Pembroke was allowed one hit, the next time I will kill him. We will cross in the Spring..he'll be dead." The flat of his palms chased the bend in her hip and held tight to her side as she did him, and locked his ankles together to keep her in place. "With this he will see me coming, know it is your husband. Maahes. General of Skye." Not that Captain Pembroke would need the armor. "When I find this man that wants you, he will know it as well." With that he bent to place a kiss to the smooth skin of her forehead, a tender touch to such vicious promises.

Ealora:"Yes, but I didn't need to walk on my face now did I?"Retorted with a grin and a chuckle following as she leaned into him, trapped as she was...besides she had no plans to go anywhere and hey look, for once she was taller then him for a moment before she sank into his lap. A frown pulled at her lips, much as she did not like Pembroke's path...she could not deny what promise she had made him...nor that he was indeed, one of her friends. "Maahes please, do not promise such things about Pembroke..I've chosen paths not usually walked, realized my mistakes..no one can force him to see the wrong in what he is doing, but I need to believe it will change..Why do you hate him so? Because he touched me..? Because you think he loves me? Not all men are in love with me as you are mine husband.."Her fingers stroked at the bruise upon his face, yes she was angry at Pembroke for striking her husband...Maahes had tried to make amends..but no woman could ever make out the will of men..just as men could not make out the will of women. It was just not meant to be like that. "Though your promise of the darkness that hunts me..I will take..together we will stop him..I do not mean to let you walk a road I do not plan on following myself...ever, in battle or in peace." Her eyelids closed at the gentle kiss upon her forehead and she let out a sigh before her eyes found amber ones staring down at her.

Maahes:"Take one look at my face Ealora and see if the reasons I will hunt him down are upon it. He can say he does not love you, but I find it hard to believe." He shook his head just a bit and cant his head backward a little to better keep her gaze. "He will be killed if he goes to war with the English. If I face him in battle, no matter the amount of gratitude I have for him helping you he will be killed. Captured, and then hung. He will do the same for me. This is no longer a matter of you, but of this nation. He will not spare me to save your tears, as neither will I. This is the man you married, I kill for the greater cause." His fingers came to curl under her chin and lift her face. "Look at you, Ealora. You are sick from worry, something inside is bothering you. You do not sleep at night, even in my arms you cry. You are afraid. You are worried. Things trouble you, that you will not share with me. I have learned to accept this, and offer you all that I can." Broken English stilled for a moment, "but Someday you will have to let me in."

Ealora:She couldn't help but let out a hum of a laugh. Every man in his eyes was dying of love for her, if he could why couldn't others right? Wrong. Did he not know she did not let others in like she had let him? Her chin rose a bit to match his gaze. She knew what he spoke was true, it could not be helped. Weren't some wars that way? Had she not fought her own against a past lover....and killed him. Her chin dipped, her eyes averting from his own. She knew what he was when she married him. She loved him because of it, but not all because of it. He was a good man whether he saw it or not. Her chin lifted again within his grasp, celadon eyes finding amber ones. Her mouth opened to protest, but she couldn't lie to him..not when he knew the truth all ready...or that something did bother her. How could she tell him what she feared most? How could she tell him that what frightened her to sleepless nights or crying within what sleep she got was because of stupid and silly rumors that within moments like these felt so hollow and unreal but in the waking moments alone during the day when he was not near her, when his love did not blanket her with his presence that she feared the rumors were true. Or that the rumors themselves were driving her mad, simply because she loved him so much it was hard for her heart...for her soul to fathom them being realty instead of rumor. "I can not lay my burdens on you..will not..You are General of Skye Maahes, your duty comes before me...it always will and I accept it..you have enough on your shoulders now..."whispered words when finally she could speak...something.

Maahes:He sat her back only enough to undo the chestplate and let it fall against the bed. It would be then he would move his hands to her backside and pull her onto his lap again and curl her against his chest. "My back is strong, never have I been beat like a slave, so what makes you say I am unable to carry yours?" His chin raised to press her head against his shoulder and nuzzled until she would be unable to raise it. However he would not hold her down. "You have to let me carry you." He whispered brushing back her hair, "there will be times you will carry me." Like last night. "This what works with marriage yes?" Lacing his fingers with hers he pressed her palm to his chest, "This hurts when you cry. It hurts when you won't let me protect you. Men have done wrong by you, but you have not known a man like I am. I am true, I do not lie. I've no reason to lie to you. I do not love easy, but when I do it is with my all. I'll not go any further if you are not willing to return this to me. "

Ealora: Curled into his lap she let out a soft sigh. How was it within his embrace the whole world seemed to melt away and it left the two of them alone, as if only this room and they two existed? Gently her head was pressed against his shoulder, nuzzled and she let it rest there, lids falling closed as she sucked in his words. Fingers lifted within his touch and pressed against his chest, pressed against his heart and she held her breath as she felt it thump beneath her fingertips. She had no reason to doubt what he said was true..they were beautiful and yes she found comfort within them. Her throat hurt with the size of the lump resting there, she had to swallow twice in order to push it away. "Maahes I love you...so much so that..."she paused and finally her head rose from his chest, eye for eye again."I feel insane at times..there are rumors in town..that make it so I feel insane...doubting its real when I am with you...unable to doubt it any other time.."She couldn't bring herself to say what the rumors were just yet but she was trying.

Maahes:"Insane? Like you are crazy at times? Crazy for what? For marrying me? Because of what people see I am? Or is it because you are afraid you cannot let go of your pirate days? Damn it Ealora, that life is over. If you did not want this, then you should have told me long before. You can keep your life at the sea if that is what would make you happy." His heart stilled under his chest as it seemed they both had things they would need to work on. He feared she would leave, and she feared what others thought he was doing. Trust was a very deep part of any working relationship. It took two to complete. His arms tightened around her, and though his words were willing to let her go his arms were not. "Say what is on your mind, do not be afraid to hurt me. Heart ache is nothing compared to what I have been through."

Ealora:"Yes like I am crazy at times..no not crazy for marrying you..no not for my pirates days...they are long gone. I promise you that.."Her fingers curled against his chest. She felt his arms tighten around her. It wasn't that easy, but her head dipped, pulling his lips in with her own. If she was to say it, she wanted to kiss him..in case he threw her away from him...in case they raged at each other later. She wanted him to know in that kiss how much she loved him. Her hand slowly lifted from his chest to stroke through his goatee. Her thumb brushed over his lips as she pulled back and let out a sigh. It took all the courage within her to utter her fear and when she did, it was in a soft whisper"People are saying you are having an affair with Shaden.."

Maahes:"Your sister?" Ha! He gave a snort, "Your sister is beautiful I cannot lie about that, but what makes you think I could ever do that to Jack or You." He gave a sound snort, with the pshhht sound leaving his lips. "I would kill her before I ever bed her. I am very sure of my God, and with the women I give my body to. She would have to serve a purpose, and the only purpose she is good for is getting into trouble!" Curling his fingers over her thighs he started to massage slowly. "She is the type of woman for men like Adam, and Pembroke..not me. I cannot be closed in, she lives her life behind closed doors." The Beast's head dipped to kiss lightly against her neck fingers trailing upward to gather the fabric of her tunic, just holding the ends lightly. "What do they say? What proof do they have? I'll be quick to correct it."

Ealora:A slender brow rose in confusion and wonder. He was laughing...snorting..he thought her fear was funny? "The women you give your body to? Am I to expect there will be others besides me?" Though now highly curious of how he choose to phrase his words, she could not help but let out a purr before wiggling in his lap. Damn man knew her soft spot but this was not the time for heated passion...at least not yet. "Maahes...stop that..these are very real fears for me..it does not mean I do not trust you..but they say that day you went to visit her in her gardens..that she...gave you pleasure right there on a bench. They said they heard you moaning and saw her disappear in your lap..."

Maahes: "Disappear in my lap?" He rose an arched brow. "In a garden? I do not recall this." Other women, Maahes took a deep breath then letting his eyes fall away from her, and instantly hesitated on the words."Have they told you about Anulia? How my promise to her is one of my life? All of them know the story, it is told around fire pits. I hear it whispered in the Briar Rose when her and I speak. They think we are going to fulfill our duty. She is going to bare my child, and this promise was long before your time, Ealora." Unspoken words that should have been spoken of months ago huh?

Ealora:"They day we came into town on the cart Maahes.."she let out a sigh and turned her gaze down to him. She had only known the rumors that he had married her. Instantly her heart began to beat wildly in her chest even before he spoke. Her mouth dropped in shock and she let out a small cry"No!" as she pushed out of his lap. She could of died right there of a heart attack and felt less pain then this. Her hand lifted to her mouth as she moved a few paces away from him. She kept the growl she wanted to roar from rising with the press of her hand to her mouth. She didn't know if she shook with rage or with shock. "Bare your child?" She spoke again as her hand left her mouth. "Is she pregnant now Maahes? Did you lay with her while I was gone?" She turned to face him then whirled around. "No...no...damn it! I...I..."She couldn't get the words out and her hand pressed to her mouth again.

Maahes:His teeth came down hard on the inside of his cheeks to keep from barking his return to her. Even his fists balled up tight, but he could only keep back so much. "I've NEVER Given you ANY reason not to trust me!" He growled, though the pain of the realization that she truly did not trust him set in. It hurt! "Not one reason." He stood then quickly hand raising to set his tone with a point at her, "You married me when you do not trust me?" He started to pace the floor then like a caged lion being poked by the edge of a spear. "You know..You go ask her. You won't get an answer from me." How dare she try him for treason, adultery..sin. She turned away from him, this cold shoulder he was growing used to. The pain in his foot was suddenly gone, but lord his heart was breaking into a million pieces However the bull would not cry tonight, no too many tears had she shed for her, to cry was weak..he wasn't weak. However never had he looked so completely lost and helpless; like a child begging to be accepted, and in a much quieter raspy voice.."Fix this." He sucked in a breath, "please." The magic word.

Ealora:"I do trust you, I married you because I love you, because I couldn't stand the thought of living my life without you...or with anyone else." She turned to watch him pacing like a caged lion. "I am your wife..I am here to witness your life...to give you children...to love you and bear your burdens when you can not...yes this is what I believe marriage to be...love..trust..but most importantly, two people. Not three and not four...two. I would never think of bringing another man into our marriage...would never entertain the thought of bearing another mans child when I am married to you...you may of made that promise before me Maahes..but can you honestly expect me to bear watching another woman with you? Another woman bearing your child in what should be mine..."Her hand moved to her chest. "You want me to let you in? It hurts Maahes..it would hurt less if someone rammed a dagger into my chest and rip out my heart.."Yes the pirate was crying.

Maahes:"Anulia means the world to me, she's all I've got. I lost her once, and am not going to let her go. When you married me, you married all of me..She is part of me." Her tears broke him very much, but it was in truth the words. "I owe her a life, a home..if not a child. I have never put her to bed, but slept naked at her side many nights as the illusion we kept. She respected my religion, and I respected her purity. I defend it now. She is still a flower, Princess. That promise we let go of just after I met you..she knew in the way I looked at you, but these are stories you are going to hear. Ours is of legend here. Different. People make up things in their minds when they do not understand. Helps them learn..I was a child like that, what Anulia was to carry. My mother was paid to have me, I never belonged to her. Do you think I would want that of my son? It is why we did not complete. These are the lands of the desert outside the rule of the tribes, same lands you are from but still ancient in barbaric ways. I do not regret one thing, or wish to change a single moment in my life." Well ok he could take out a few, "They put me here..right now. With you."

Ealora:"I do not doubt she is part of you. I am glad she is. I would glad to have her as family Maahes.."She stopped then and turned a slanted stare at him..all most confused. "Do you mean you are not going to uphold that promise?" Her hands lifted to her cheeks to rip away the tears and the pirate queen laughed, if it was true that the promise was not to be completed...then she had just started a fight that should never have happened. She sank slowly to her knees both crying and laughing. She was truly going insane. "I love all of you Maahes, both past and present. I would not change you for the world...I do trust you...its me...my own past that fuels these doubts...that fuels that the rumors are true when they are not..its like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop...that the darkness will swallow me whole again...you weren't supposed to happen..I never expected...never thought to love someone the way that I love you...so much so it fuels this insanity from me."

Maahes: "You love me, you will fix this. You will understand that I can not be married to someone who is...insane." Her words not his. She may be laughing but he sure wasn't, he was very quiet in fact. His stance was a rigid tired 'don't touch me' I've put up the walls. Wanna break em back down? Trust me. "It will take time. I will move back here in the castle until you have healed. I have much to do for the war, and Bess's baby. A rightful heir to Skye will be born the child's life will be in danger. "We break until you can learn to trust yourself." Boy would Tommy be standing upside down right now.

Ealora: She shifted back, sitting on her heels. A single hand rose to push the rest of the tears from her face. Celadon eyes seemed to flash with fire, there seemed to be a slam of a door. He had shut himself off from her. She had done so too. Bearing herself to him for him to throw it back into her face. Slowly she inched her way from the floor to stand up, a single button done back up on the coat as she moved towards the door. "You do what you have to do...your duty comes before me...always has...always will.."no she was not going to tell him where she was going to stay at. It was not going to be with Shaden, for one she would not burden her sister with her mental problems, nor did she really want to tell her sister the root of the insanity.

Maahes: "This isn't good bye, I don't believe in devoirce..just fix this." Was she really going to get mad at him for wanting a normal...ish relationship. "This isn't about my duty..it's about our marriage. You don't trust me..I've never given you any reason not to. I'm a loyal good man, God Damn it. I am. Don't turn this around on me...you punish me for things I've not done. Close me out for stories you hear." It's not fair dang it!

Ealora:"No I do not believe in divorce either.."She paused, hand on the door to turn a look upon him. "I do trust you Maahes..I just told you the fault lies with me...I just told you the rumors are driving me crazy only because I love you so much...only because my heart...my soul can not stand the thought of it that breaks me. It does not mean my trust in you is broken...no you've never done anything to give me reason to doubt you, never given me reason to not trust you...it is all me Maahes...all me. Because I have a problem believing I deserve any of this...marriage and love..I never felt I did anything in my life worthy enough to have either of those..but regardless of that I fell in love with you..married you...because despite a bloody past I gladly put behind me..I looked forward to a brighter future...a future full of promise. Determined that even if I didn't deserve it, I was going to make the best of it..do all I could..all I can to prove to myself...to the world that perhaps I did....do...deserve it. So yes, the fault is mine. I thought you meant to keep that promise to Anulia...now your saying you are not. The fault in that fight is my own and yes I am sorry for it..."

Maahes:"Then you understand why I ask you to take this time?" His foot was throbbing so he took a seat against the edge of the bed pretty close to climbing back in it. "I want you to do this for me. I want you to know that I'll be here when you are ready, but I can't live with not being trusted. It is what drives this nation--trust. These demons from your past are not things I can kill for you..no matter how much I pray. You need to heal from a past without my anger. I'm in the public eye, this will not be the first time someone speaks of me like this, but no matter how hard they want to believe it..none have proof." Oh boy were they in for it.

Ealora:"Yes I understand.."she released the door handle to turn towards him but she wouldn't move towards him. It had felt like a slap in the face when he had said he could not stay married to someone insane. "A marriage Maahes..is not about picking and choosing what qualities you can and not live with...its dealing with them whether they are there or not. I agree though that trust is needed. I am not accusing you of anything...not saying I do not trust you..I will say it again..I do trust you..I am proud of the man you are. Proud that you are my husband..I will be proud still when we announce it this weekend. You rest now..stay here...or in the castle..or Red Wall..I'll stay on the Shadow until then...or maybe with Shaden...let me sort this all out...but know I do love you...I do trust you.."

Maahes:His eyes grew tired and he gave a nod. Maahes would just never fully recover from that blow so many years ago, that he was in his prime and always tired when the sun fell. Having slept most of the day he still curled onto the bed stretching out face down as he always slept with a pillow tucked under his arms to support his head. Couldn't sleep on his back with those dreads now could he? "I love you, woman." He said behind closed eyes. "We'll have lunch tom....ZzzzzzZzzzzz." And he was out.

[Sir Nicholas Stryker]

Stryker: It was sometime between midnight and dawn...this he knew for when he awoke with a start, sweat dripping down his forehead soaking into his pillow and night shirt that the room was still pitch black. Or perhaps he had just woken still somewhere in the mist of night and it was still nowhere near dawn. He was not sure. The only thing he could be sure of was the dream had been to horrific to allow him to get back to sleep. The house itself still had its settling groans and pops, but no voices. Sitting up within the bed, he reached onto the nightstand for the singular leather glove and slowly slid it onto his right hand before wrapping the belt and latching it closed about his wrist. Sliding from the edge of the bed, a pair of slacks were pulled from the end and pulled on before the tunic was adjusted and left to fall over the slacks. Padding barefoot, he could see well in the darkness but had also learned the house well, this way he would not fall over anything in pursuit of an attack...should any happen within the Lily during the late night hours. He paused halfway down the hall..where did he think he was going? The kitchen...the great hall...the library...her room. A low grumble sounded from his throat as his hand swept through his bedhead , pulling the dark locks back into some semblance of its former place...but was really no better then normal. Save the formality for outside the Lily walls. Or anywhere for that matter. Feet began to move again as he made his way towards the kitchen. Never a tea drinker unless it was his late wife's tea that settled knees that popped even now as he walked..he still needed something to do, anything to keep his mind off dreams or thoughts that regularly plagued his mind. Though when the hermit reached the kitchen...he just stood there like an idiot. He wasn't hungry so why make something to eat if he wasn't going to eat it...and he didn't want anything alcoholic..he had to keep his mind sharp..for anything. Moving to the island counter, he took up a mug and pitcher of water and poured himself a glass...well that was something but the task was done much quicker then he wanted.

Shaden: It seemed that sleep was a hard thing to come by in the Lily this night.. Shaden suffered not from nightmares but a restless mind that was plagued with worry and what if.. sadness and disappointment.. and still some shock that she..who had thought never to have a child of her own.. was indeed.. now... pregnant.. finding no rest in her bed.. she slipped on a warm woolen robe over her nightgown and slipped downstairs with just a single small candle to light her way... tea.. perhaps would sooth her.. or maybe hot milk.. to calm her troubled mind. stepping into the kitchen she stopped seeing him there her words soft.. as not to startle him " I see I am not the only one up at this hour..the sandman seems to have skipped us this night.. " a gentle smile as she moved to the stove.. bending to place a kindling in it's belly.. the coals banked coming to life abruptly as she closed the door on it.. then turned to find a tea pot.. and the small tin of tea she had bought from the Russian tea house a few nights back " Chamomile and lemon.. said to help one sleep " she waggled the tin at him.. " shall I make two cups?"

Stryker: Cup posed to his lips as the door swung open and silvery blue eyes watched the figure of his employer moving in, in nothing more then a nightgown and woolen robe. The cup tilted and he took a swallow of water, it'd help to replace the moister in his body lost from the nightmare sweat. A nod of his head in agreement. The sand man person had forgotten them tonight. The cup was settled onto the counter as he slid onto a stool beside the island and he watched her preparing to make tea. A jerk of his lips into a smile as he let out a small laugh. "I'm not a tea drinker..but thank you. What has you so sleepless my lady Shaden?" True Healer Thorn had said the lady was fine but had not given a reason for the woman's upset stomach or her sudden faint the night before. Nic was stupid enough not to know what the hell was going on. His wife..or now late wife had just shown up on his doorstep one day, big as a house and out came their son a day later. He did not have the pleasure of seeing her stomach swell with life, nor the displeasure of a hormonal woman who's body was changing as the baby grew. He had had to raise their child alone, she had been taken from him, put into a state like death, they had told him she died and he had raised Jadrien...alone for five solid years only to go off to war and come home to a volcanic taken island...no wife..no son. A hand rose to press through his hair again, willing the memories away as his gaze shifted about the room, he half expected to see Soren standing there but no, it was Shaden and his eyes continued to linger on the woman before him.

Shaden:A discomforted blush crept up her cheeks.. " I suppose you can say.. my world changed beneath my feet.. and I now find myself with the task.. of learning to stand on my own... once again... " vague perhaps.. true as could be , " I find myself having to sort... out many things.." a few scoops of the tea leaves were measured into the cup as the tea kettle was waited on patently.. moving to slice a lemon from a bowl of fruit on the counter... copper curls shielding the sadness in her face as she carefully sliced the lemon into sections... " And you what keeps you sleepless.. tonight?" her eyes did not lift upward.. she had learned a harsh lesson with Jack.. and was shielding herself from further entanglement.. at least that is what she planned.

Stryker: "I have found myself in that position many times..in that position now as matter of fact. You are not alone..my lady Shaden." He shifted upon the stool and rose to move towards her, taking the lemon and knife from her, a playful bump of his hip to make her take a step to the side and he went to work cutting the lemon into sections. A halfhearted sigh left his lips."Bad dream.."It was simple and sweet but with no bullchyt behind it. Lemons sliced, he turned, pressing gloved hand into her back and gesturing her towards the stool he had left. "Sit..let me take care of this..". He moved to gather a teapot and strainer for the tea leaves. The kettle began to whistle and the man moved to gather a rag and lift the kettle from the stove. Just because he did not like tea did not mean he did not know how to make it. "If its of any consequence..in my opinion..you have always known how to stand on your own two feet my lady Shaden...look what you have done with this place..the grace with which you work every day, the girls who look at you like a Goddess..situations change, but I've known doubt you will be able to take whatever task at hand and make it work, whether it was intended or not, wanted or not. You have a way about you, able to conform, to meld with the dance that is life even when the beat changes. I've no doubt...no doubt...you will find your way and be the better for it too." Waiting patently as the tealeaves steeped in the piping hot water.

Shaden:She relinquished the knife and lemon, under his playful bump looking up at him with an arched brow and that elusive smile that had been missing the past few days.. a little quirk of her eyebrow that returned the playful nature.. as she was pressed into his seat... " nice of you to warm it for me " she winked.. and perched watching him " you know I am capable of making tea.. very little else in the kitchen.. someone must have told you I'm a disaster with a oven" she chuckled as he continued her face lost it's smile and took on a soft saddness.. " You flatter me Nicholas.. but sometimes I wish to stop dancing a fast moving jig... and settle into a slow waltze.. but I never seem to find.." her voice trailed off as she looked down at her lap...a partner who can sustain a lenghty melody her hands folded over her belly softly a thumb caressing the flat plane beneath her robe.. not even a bump yet.. and so much..had changed.. just with the saying of it... a child.. Teeth worried at her bottom lip for a moment.. as she changed the subject " I recived a shipment of books today for the library.. I was hoping.. to get them all shelved tommorrow.. I know it is not part of your duties.. but then again neither is tea making.. would you assist me with the crates.. they are a bit heavy ?"

Stryker:He let out a chuckle..yes it just slipped out, his lips curling into a grin as he returned, yes returned her wink "My pleasure my lady..and yes I've heard..but what kind of gentleman would I be to make a lady do the work while I sit...no no."A shake of his head as he poured the tea into a cup, slit a line in the middle of a lemon and placed it on the edge of the cup before taking it to her and setting it down in front of her. Gloved hand lifted, grasping her chin within his fingers to raise her gaze to his own. "I've no doubts you've been through much...but trust me, you will find whatever it is you seek. If you trust in nothing else..trust in that, hope is what makes us human..sets us apart from any other of Gods creations. Hold on to that hope." His grip loosened and finally released. He could tell a subject change when it came and he leaned against the counter beside her as he gave a nod of his head. True, tea making and crate lifting, book shelving was not his duty but when had he ever denied her anything either? "As you wish.."

Shaden:When he had lifted her chin , her gaze meeting his... she listened as he spoke of hope.. and smiled " I never loose hope.. just patience in waiting on what hope is supposed to bring " her hand lifted to caress the gloved one that held her chin.. not removing it.. just cradling it in her own fingers.. before he released her... and moved away... she picked up the lemon and squeezed it into the steeped amber liquid.. her gaze adverted , then sipped and shivered warming her arms with opposite hands crossed over her body.. " Winter is impatient as well it seems " another soft shiver..

Stryker: "I know that feeling well.."A dip of his head in understanding, but here he was a man without hope telling her to have hope. What was that called again? The thought was brushed off as he saw her grasp her arms and shiver. "I've always liked Winter myself..still look at you.."He paused speaking to move to her again and grasp her shoulder before his hands moved up and down her arms to warm them."Down here in a thin nightgown and just some simple woolen robe...I'll go build a fire in the great room and get you a blanket to curl into..we can even bring the tea, hmm?"Laughter danced in silvery blue eyes but didn't leave a mouth that had curled into a grin down at her.

Shaden: She nodded simply as he offered a fire and blanket before the hearth " Only if you stay with me... if not I shall go and stare at the ceiling in my room..some more " as he warmed her arms she leaned back against him a little , the scent that was only her.. orchid and jasmine lifting to perfume the air between them... " I would enjoy the company?" there was almost expectation that he would deny her.. how much had she been hurt by Jack's reaction the night before.. that even asking for company on a sleepless night seemed to much.. to ask anyone.. after Jack had left she had watched from the window.. as he stormed off down the street.. head pressed to the frost dusted window panes.. willing him to turn around.. but denied... and still he had not returned.. She felt dirtied.. unwanted.. thrown away... and she doubted that anyone would want her company.. Even Ealora.. seemed... to avoid her.. did she know.. did Jack tell Maahes.. and so forth and so on... isolated... and alone.. the feeling of unworthiness assailed her... " But if you are tired you should go to bed... I'll just.... go back up to my... room " when had she become so self conscience and lost her confidence the moment She was taken by the Bruce.. and it double when Jack walked out..

Stryker:Could she feel the old knights heart quicken as she leaned back into him ? Though he was a perfect picture of calm on the outside, he could not help but inwardly groan as the scent filled his nostrils. "I will stay with you" The sound a soft whisper at her ear. His fingers gripped at her shoulders as she was lost in thoughts he could not fathom her having. A hand slid across her shoulders and he leaned down, whispering towards her"Put your arms around my neck.."He didn't give her a chance to protest as his other hand found their way across the back of her knee and in one swoop, he had her within his arms, much as he had the night she fainted. He could come back for the tea but he wasn't about to let her walk the halls in bare feet while the floor was cold. His own feet were near ice. His fingers tightened near the underside of her armpit and curled to meet one knee. She was safe within his arms, he was not going to drop or abandon her. Silence fell as he carried her from the kitchens. Yes his knees protested in small pops as he moved but no sign of pain crossed his face as he carried her into the great room and over to the sofa. He bent to lay her against the cushions before grasping a blanket and unfolding it to lay it across her wrap. Each movement one of a subtle grace not seen very much if at all in the hermit. When he saw her comfort upon the couch, he held up a finger, one moment, and disappeared into the darkness only to return with candle and mug of tea which was set on the table beside her before he was moving again, this time to the hearth to start the fire. Only as he kneeled to tend the flint to the logs within the hearth did he speak again. "Trust is a hard thing to come by...it should not just be given but earned. I hope one day to earn your trust...my lady Shaden...that you will confide in me what troubles you so..."

Shaden:Without much warning she was lifted, lost in her own thoughs she did not feel the quicking of his heart nor the inward groan of apperciation of her scent.. sometimes the girl was oblivious to her charms.. arms encircled his neck like a delicate wreath..of feminity as she laughed soflty " You seem to end up carrying me alot.. I am not so fragile I cannot walk.. " deposited and covered upon the couch she watched as he moved and returned then stooped to light the fire... " You have earned my trust.. and frienship Nicholas... tis nothing of you... that keeps my troubles my own.. " she gave him a tender look... " I suppose you will know soon enough anyway... I'm with child.." she looked down at her hands and fidgited with the hem of the blanket.. " It is not.. good news to everyone in my life... I didn't think I could have children.. so it's a shock.. and takes some... time to wrap the mind about the situation..." there is was said.. it wasn't like she could hide it forever.. not in a town rife with rumors such as this one.. and certainly not when people started asking the questions they undoubltedly would... whos the father..

Stryker: Well now everything seemed to fall in place in the knights mind at her words. The poker taken up to poke at the log, batting the fire to rise before it was laid aside before he was rising from his lean, knees popping with the movement and he was moving to join her on the couch. Lips pulled back into a crease of thought. Without ceremony, he grasped her arm and pulled lightly as he inched closer and drew her onto his lap. Much as he had the night she had a nightmare on the couch. His arm wrapped around her side, laying gently against her stomach. No bulge, no sign besides her words admitting that life moved within her belly. Had it been this way with Soren? He wondered as his fingers moved over the flat line of her belly, not pressing, to fearful of hurting the baby to do such a thing. "I am sorry that others can not see the gift given to you then...but I offer my congratulations to you...my lady Shaden. I happen to think you will make a wonderful mother." He reached for the blanket which had shifted with her movements and drew it around her again, and ultimately himself. While he liked winter...he was getting cold. "If there is anything I can do for you...I beg you to let me know. Anything for yourself or the baby..."He paused, the silence lingering for a good minute or two before he spoke again. "come to think of it...I should still have Jadrien's basinet and clothing in Athelia..I will send for them in the morning." Yes it hurt his heart, his throat clamping, his soul screaming to even say his sons name but if it was for new life...new life could make things right...not for himself but to release the items for another life for the one he lost. He could do that.

Shaden:She snuggled into his arms as if it were a safe haven.. how had he known that she craved strong arms about her to tell her everything was going to be ok... just a little comfort as her world unhinged and flipped upon it'self "Nic"his name was like a prayer granted from her lips.. she shuddered softly, the tenderness he showed her making a lump in her throat.. and the pain in her heart that much worse.. as she remembered Jack walking away... the contrast seemed stark.. but then again.. Jack was in shock... and Nicholas did not have a part in perhaps being the child's father... she would give Jack the benefit of the doubt.. this her mind said logically.. yet her heart.. felt his leaving as if he had run her thru with his anger and lack of caring.. hot tears fell from her cheeks onto his shirt, replete with sniffles and soft sounds of crying.. her fingers curled into his chest.. for a few moments before she regained some composure.. sniffling and wiping at her eyes like a three year old, " I'm sorry.. Nic... I've just .. " sniffle.. sniffle " Been overwhelmed.. " a few deep breaths and she seemed to have a bit more control.. "thank you for the congratulations..." her eyes darted upward to meet his " Jadrien?" in question... but she still had not released her grip on his shirt nor relinquished her place in his lap..

Stryker:His arms tightened around her as he felt the tears begin to soak into his shirt coupled with her soft sobs. Without thought, his head dipped to press a soft kiss to her forehead as she rested it against his chest. His fingers worked in small circles across her back, comforting as another kiss was pressed to her forehead. "Don't be sorry...you don't always have to be strong Shaden..there is no shame in crying.." A baritone low in a whisper against her forehead before his eyes went skyward to the ceiling. Men were never supposed to cry...and yet he could honestly say he had never fought it when the urge to cry came. A girly trait perhaps but he wasn't going to outright admit he cried too. Silvery blue eyes lowered to stare at the flames as the name of his son came from her lips. Another soul screaming rip of pain went through his heart like a dagger. His hand found hers gripping at his shirt and just...lay against it. "My son.."He offered in answer to her question. "He is no longer with us.."Though Nicholas had no proof that his son was indeed dead nor his wife...something told him his wife was dead...it lead him to believe his son was also dead and how long ago had Bowen found him..told him he was going to search for the child and no word. It must be true then..he couldn't dare to hope.

Shaden:Her eyes softened as he spoke of his son... she felt the deep pain and anguish that still ravaged the man who was comforting her.. in her time of need.. the opposite hand of the one he held lifted to caress his cheek..pushing back dark strands from his temple.. " I'm sorry for you... I cannot speak to the loss of a child.. I would dare not say I understand.. but.. I'm sorry Nicholas.. " his name soft and tender upon her lips.. as her body drew closer to his in a comforting nearness.. there was a subtle tension between them as she gazed up at him... cocooned both in their own pain.. now shared.. between the two... " If you ever need to talk.. or wish to talk about him.. with someone... I would be honored..." she leaned up then and kissed his cheek softly.. pressing her lips for a long moment as if sealing the offer..

Stryker:"Thank you..it means a lot to me my lady Shaden...to hear you say that."Lids slid over silvery blue eyes at her touch. Comforting and gentle and he let out a soft sigh as she offered her ear should he need to talk. Slowly lids slid open again. "I very much appreciate the offer. I just might take you up on that one day my lady...but tonight.."He paused for a moment. "tonight is for you.."His head turned as he spoke and as she moved to place a kiss against his cheek. Instead of meeting a cheek, lips met lips. The old hermit knight was stunned into stillness. Surely neither of them had meant to meet lip to lip but here it was. His hand lifted, her lips still against his own, gloved fingers pressed softly against her cheek as his mouth opened, capturing her bottom lip within his own. Let this be a seal of the offer. He held that kiss for a moment before pulling his lips away. He was not going to act like a blubbering idiot nor act embarrassed, instead giving one final stroke of her cheek before that hand moved to join the others against her back and simple pressed her in a hug against his chest.

Shaden:As her lips met his, she was not stunned or shocked.. it seemed almost natural.. dark lashes fluttered closed over her cheeks, his mouth capturing hers in a sweet tender kiss.. lips moved hesitantly in soft fluttering movement.. before she was crushed to his chest... in a soft hug... the only sound between them a soft sigh as she nestled into him without complaint...comforted by his hands stroking her back.. her own laying upon his chest.. over his heart..and yes.. now.. she felt the increased rhythm.. the strong pounding beneath... it much matched her own.

Stryker:Her hand pressed to his chest and he knew without a doubt she would now feel the increased pounding beneath his ribs. For a while there was only the crackle of the logs within the hearth, giving way to the fire that consumed them. the two of them content to just sit there. The knight had never treated a woman this well besides his wife..and yet here he was holding onto the much smaller frame of Shaden still nestled within his lap. No woman had ever seen the softer side of the hermit besides his wife..and now Shaden so how could others really fathom what a wonder it was to the night to be at such ease holding this woman in his arms, the natural feel of it. The feeling of her lips, soft plush pillows still lingering upon his own. Neither of them had meant to meet lip for lip but it happened...it had effectively chased the nightmare right out of his mind. It was the furthest thing from his mind. The clearest thing was the lingering feel of her lips, the way it had felt to kiss her, the soft sigh she had uttered after. The natural feel of her in his arms...of how he wanted to kiss her again. Kiss away her anguish, kiss away her pain..find a way to make her happy...content without plaguing worries and heartache. Silvery blue eyes reflected the fire from the hearth as he stared long and hard at it, as if willing the flames to give him the ability to do all this for her..as if willing it to show him the way to do it at least. "Are you happy...about this child?"He finally asked as his head lifted from resting against her own and turn down to look at her.

Shaden:"I'm numb" she shrugged lightly " It wasn't something I considered possible.. and the circumstances.. about in which it happened.. are.. not the best..." she stopped and was thoughtful a moment... " I've always thought I wanted child.. to have children.. it is a natural thing for a woman to want.. even a woman like me... " she inhaled softly as if making decisions as she sat snuggled into him... she had done alot of thinking on the matter the last few days but had not said anything aloud.. " I'm going to keep this child and love it.. it's my child.. no matter who... the father may be.. I can love this child and raise it alone... " she nodded soflty " So yes... I'm happy to be given the chance to be a mother..." she nodded softly as if saying it made it so.. and to hell and damnation with any who choose to think different.

Stryker:"It is...very natural." He gave a nod of his head and his lips began to lift in a grin as he watched her movements both in thought and in talking. Did she realize how animated she got in both of them? "My congratulations again then my lady Shaden...for your decision...for your condition..you're going to make a wonderful mother..and you will not have to raise it alone. I'm sure those you care about...those who care about you will be there for you...even if they don't...I'm not going anywhere..like I said, I will send for...the things from Athelia in the morning. The basinet hangs from the ceiling, is rimmed in gold. It was made for a prince but your child could very well be treated like royalty...I see no reason why not...the clothing might be for a boy but...we can get other clothing if the baby is to be a girl." His arm tightened around her as she snuggled in against him. "Take a bad situation and make it beautiful Shaden...the circumstances may not of been bright, but you are a wonderful woman..this child will be very lucky to have a woman like you as a mother."

Shaden:She leaned back looking up at him with a soft smile " I believe that you can call me Shaden... now that I seem to find myself within your lap on more occasions than not" her hand lifted once again to push back that unruly dark hair "And I would be glad to have the things you offer.. from Athelia , your very kind Nicholas... perhaps more than I deserve.. but I'm grateful for you... " as his arms tightened she looked up at him with a soft tenderness.. his caring and kindness had melted the icy wall she had thrown up around her the last few days.. and she was visibly relaxed and content for the moment.. with him in the darkness only the flickering flames to keep them company... "This will be... alright... it will work out... " she spoke softly against his chest... as if convincing herself..

Stryker: "I will make you a deal...I will call you Shaden in private, but it is respect for you that I call you otherwise and will continue to do so in public. Deal?"A slender brow rose but he let slip a chuckle at her words. It was true, this was what, the third time she was in his lap. But who was counting? Nic. "I am not kind...and yes you are deserving..do not think otherwise, or speak such in my presence."Baritone was more playful in tone then what could be expected out of the old knight. A grin curled his lips. She was grateful for him? Hmm that was a new one but another chuckle slipped, rumbling deep from a hardened chest. "You might need to remove the royal seal on the baby clothing though...I'm afraid my household got a little carried away with the birth of the heir.."He spoke against her hair as he snuggled down a bit more with her upon the sofa.

Shaden:"deal" she whispered as she nuzzled against his chest " royal seal ?" she questioned between yawning softy... " Your royalty?" she seemed to conform to him beneath the blanket.. apparently he was good for sleeplessness.

Stryker:He shifted and moved till he was laid against the back of the couch and she against him, his arm curled around her waist. A grin curled at his lips again with a soft chuckle. "I was..a king...a very long time ago..now I am just an old hermit an retired knight...guard of the Gilded Lily and its mistresses..and of its flame..Shaden Aramoire.."He pressed a gentle kiss against the back of her head as he wrapped the blanket around her more securely while whispering. "You are safe..you are wanted and you are loved..sleep now. Sweet Dreams...Shaden" Even the old knight yawned as he rested his head against his arm while heavy eyes were quickly loosing the battle to stay awake.

Shaden: She followed easliy not thinking at all that if they were found snuggled and sleeping on the couch by morning there would be more rumors going about.. she just needed to feel safe.. and so she curled into him arms, and slept.. finally the first time in days... blissful dreamless sleep.. her head atop his chest.. the steady sound of his heart lulling her into dreamland.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Perry: Burning sun melted in the sky bleeding reds and royal blues over the horizon. Dark shadows swept the lands and blackened the sea until the world was one dark abyss with only the dying light--the end of the tunnel. The city was closing up for the night, spilling their warmth of their lit fires into the streets only to take it away. The wind held a bitter chill, promise of a harsh winter, yet on the dock of the ship settled in port it was not the chill that washed the Pirate Captain, but the realization of what he was to do. The Shadow Storm had been active again, Peregrin had watched from his post as the men moved over the dock. Where was that captain? The vision in red had only made scarce appearances here and there. Was she afraid to return? Her husband had not been in the barracks today, had they gone back to Red Wall? His fingers curled over the railing, as the night fell and there were many things still to take place. "Jean-Claude!" His voice carried down the haul and into the lower deck, "Get your lazy ass up or I'll get the whip!" A grin could not be seen by his second, but he knew it was there. The captain wore his normal, brown breeches of brushed leather, a white tunic undone and free flowing; made from the sails of an old ship. A deep hunter green cloak covering his shoulders, blending with the brown vest that covered his only weapons. Peregrin looked more like a scout on a hunting trip--not a pirate. Clasping his knees he rolled from one foot to the other as he waited.

JC:"You cannot rush the dawn from rising, or a rose from blooming, master." Spoke the low French purr as he climbed from the lower deck, "I have much hair that needs to be brushed, Sir. Many tangles that need to be worked out." Navy eyes parted from the sea to slide over the pirates messy mop atop his head, "Something you could use as well." As always the Pirate was perfectly put together, but tonight he would 'blend in'; flowy poet's shirt with all the frills and lace over black pants that fit in every way. Long boots up his knees and black hair flowing down his spine straight and...brushed.

Shaden: Shaden had spent most of the day in a particularly sour mood.. things weighed heavy on her mind.. not the least of which was the sudden appearance of her sister..on her doorstep.. without her husband.. no questions asked.. just open arms and an open house.. and when the time came an ear and love aplenty.. she knew there was something wrong.. but until Ealora wanted to speak of it she would not push.. and in same said retrospect.. Ealora perhaps felt the same about the worried darkness in her sisters eyes.. until the time came for them to both spill their secrets.. well they would just be as they always were.. twin souls.. The Night would find Shaden alone.. staring at the small table that had been set up in the private salon.. long burned down candles and now cold food.. littered the table accompanied by a tea pot.. that was empty of it's soothing contents.. he had missed their dinner.. and cook had done such a and was about to leave the room.. but sank back to her chair in the darkness. silent.. tears staining her face.. where no one could see...

Ealora: Ealora had tried to go back to the Shadow Storm last night...something had held her back from entering her cabin and that something was memories and a stomach that will not still its rolling until she had left. There was only one other option, Shaden's place. It wasn't that she didn't love her sister...but after admitting her fears over the rumors, how could she face her? As if Shaden could read her mind. Yet there had been no questions, open arms and open door. There was only one fact that remained completely in the open. Maahes and Ealora had had a fight...again. She hardly slept the rest of the night, gone from the Lily by morning. A note left that she was going to the Shadow...but no time in which she would return. Yet the time had come sooner then when the light of day had begun to leave the isle. A mind in trouble was no mind to be at work, fitting repairs to the ship. She left instructions with the crew, her will be done. Of that she had no doubt when midday struck and she headed back to the Lily. There were still no words to say, a wall had crept up. To protect herself from last nights words...to protect herself from saying more then needed to be said..no more screaming or yelling, no more tears or heartache, no right now. She couldn't take it. Changing into a loose fitting pair of beeches and likeness tunic, she slipped out into Shaden's garden and just..walked. Moving till the right spot felt perfect and there she had stayed till the sun had begun to fade into the distance...what had she been doing? Meditating, twisting her body into odd shapes. Lips pressed together in deep thought. It had been a long time since she had done this..it had brought a round of peace to her...if only for a moment for the memories such meditation brought were the same ones which had in fact caused years of endless nightmares. Forced to the brink of snapping, she had to stop. It was then the pirate queen moved inside, changed once more to a more form fitting set of black breeches, a white tunic, dock boots that incased the breeches to the knee and the familiar captains coat, left flowing open as another note was left...she was going for a walk. She would be back in a little while, no worries. Her hair was pulled back as she moved the streets, pulling into a ponytail which bounced and swayed in her movements of endless walking and sights seen but not taken in.

JC: "So what shall be on the agenda, Sir? Shall we make way to the local tavern, find you someone...new?" The thin black brow arched to the Captain. "Or shall we make way to the Lily and see if our..bet remains?"

Perry:"No..the bet is off." He turned to the man a good foot taller then his own frame, but much thinner. "She'd do more then slap me, I fear she would run me through. The woman I held last night, said her husband slept alone. She'll be in a fine mood...but.."A slightly pointed ear twitched with the sound that was held in the tender shell. "Your heart races..nervous, JC?" Peregrin moved over the boards towards the plank with a slow steady step keeping his eye on the other until it was no longer possible. "You are anxious to see her again?" A smirk crossed his face as he held the railing and waited for his reply.

JC: "One can not be so inclined in my position now can I? I wouldn't dare dream.." Uncurling his cape from the fold of his arms he threw it over his shoulders and did up the tie. "Besides.." Spoken without care and a dull air in his voice, as he plucked out the lace from the cuff of his sleeve to fluff it from the tussle. "Her lover made himself very clear. I have no doubt he man handles her every night." Peregrin was a bit shocked at the other's choice of words..it wasn't like Jean to get so heated by his words. "I could almost hear her skin under his calloused hands; Brushed with sand the sound. Women of these lands go for those types." "Your telling me." Jean-Claude straightened his entire frame, but could not look his captain in the eye. He held a secret, and was never a very good liar. It would be then Peregrin would close the distance hands upon his hips--knowing. "Just say it." "I want to see Shaden." Spoken without flaw or restraint.

Perry: “There was that so hard?" Peregrin spoke with a grin turning on his heel and moving down the plank. "I feel like starting a bit of trouble anyway so come on." With that the pair set off down the streets, one tall graceful motioned man, and the other who had a certain...bounce in his step soon found the gates of the Lily's garden, and a wickedly wide grin spread the lips of the captain. How many times had he sat foot at the gate of the Rose Garden of Sionly greeting those that came and went with his smile. Yet here he was curling his fingers over the stone to gain the top and peer inside the vegetation. With the full moon at his back, children could often mistake him for childhood fairy tales of boys who NEVER grew up. Free spirited and untamed this one won the hearts of many, but somehow could not crack the shell of this..Ealora Malory. "One day Ealora, your face with freeze with that frown. Those eyes that sparkle like diamonds will loose it's luster, and you'll be as old as that tree. I can hear the scholars now writing of the little wife There was an old woman Liv'd under a hill, And if she isn't gone She lives there still. "20 Children right? Perhaps they will have to write of a shoe. Hmmm." Slowly his gated steps worked their way over the garden wall in perfect balance as he found himself pondering the thought.

Shaden: Time seemed to crawl by as she sat alone in the darken salon.. it was the first time she had allowed herself to cry.. since she had been in the Bruce’s castle.. it would have shattered the less strong of a woman into a thousand pieces that could never be made whole.. but yet.. somehow she had survived.. and seemingly thrived... there was no one to know her well enough to see the tiny cracks in the fasade.. the too bright smile.. as if always on stage... trilling laugh, or the quick wit that hid what she trusted no one to see. In those few moments in the darkness she let the icy wall down.. and sobbed.. for all that had been and all that would be... and when the sobbing quieted she dried her eyes.. wiping away the evidence of her frailty.. her mind made up.. this was her child.. it mattered not who the father was... only that she was the mother.. any who could not accept that.. could go to hell.. it was a line drawn in the sand that would not be breeched for anyone.. anyone... A match was struck in the darkness lighting a single candle on the table.. as if that light was the rebirth of her self worth.. she whispered defiantly " No man will dictate to me... the way I live my life.. no man " a finality sounded with those words... Then she begin to clean up the remains of the dinner that was not to be..

Ealora: Celadon eyes swiveled to Perry and she scowled. She had believed the days could not get any worse...she had been wrong. "There are all ready enough stories about me. . “The coat was shrugged onto her shoulders and adjusted. "Why are you here hmm?" Her head canted in his direction as she moved towards the gate, only to pause and turn to him. Now that was funny, she expected him to give a straight answer?

Perry: "It's a blue moon, Ealora. No one should stand alone on nights as this." Slow and careful steps moved over the stone and a sweet gentle smile lifted his lips. "Besides you look like you could use a night out." With the rush of the breeze, the cool crisp Autumn air shifted carrying the scent of the sea from the bay, mixing the dried leaves to filter around them. "See..She agrees." Crystal blue eyes passed from the pirate to the now lit room where a shadow moved. "Mmmm," Eyes fell from the window to pass over his shoulder to the man still standing upon the road, "Un coeur se casse, Jean-Claude."

JC:Dark navy eyes lifted from the gardens to follow the shadow moving through the light of the candle. His eyes closed as the world spun and like air he felt it.."Non, on l'a trouvé..." He spoke with a smile as his eyes opened to meet Peregrin's again.

Shaden: Soon enough she had gathered up the dishes and set off to take them to the kitchen.. a swish of butter colored velvet skirts..with an darker amber underskirt as she made several trips back and forth.. Gerda had already retired for the evening.. and Nic was assumed to be the same.. the whole house.. seemed asleep.. once that task was done.. she made her way into the small room she was calling a library.. her desk and now crates of books some dozen or more set unopened stacked here and there about the floor.. " well no one will do it if I don't " she said with a half hearted smile.. taking up a small pry bar and hammer went to work.. clank clank clank clank

JC:He would say nothing, words held back of his desire to see her sister, but she knew not of the politics that rose with captain and himself between women. Everything was a well played hand, and at the moment he held each card just as it was dealt, but held back. Shaden needed that alone time. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the quiet peaceful hour would be a road to healing. Though she did not give him a time, JC felt horrible for Ealora's announcement..had she been waiting long? Turning from the pair the heels of his boots clicked across the cobblestone street and hands remained folded behind his back as he moved to watch better through the window; Something by now he was used to looking at life like looking through a glass. You can see the pretty dancer below the globe, but you could not touch it. What song would Shaden be? What sweet little melody would raise out by twist of a key and the winding of cogs. Should he collect her? Go see if she too would be interested in a walk? Or would she spit upon him turn him away in the same fit of rage her sister was known for.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Ealora: "A while...what does trees have to do with anything.."She scuffed in annoyance as her hands hit at her sides as her head shook from side to side with a roll of her eyes though a smile did curve her lips as the mental picture of her fist connecting with his face, the way he would tumble over the wall, head then feet first to the street below. It made her laugh, the corners of her mouth jerked upward into a smile before she shook the thought from her head all together. Slowly her head turned to look at him and his outstretched hand. How the hell had he known her husband didn't believe she didn't trust him? He seemed to know to much, it made her suspicious, highly so. Her body was tingling like a silent alarm that something was up...that his knowing all of this meant something. Let him help her shake these feelings she was having? It wasn't feelings, it was insanity. Still the itch to see where this would lead and the chance to bash his face in at the end of the night seemed such a sweet compromise for being in the company of a pirate she seemed to hate for no apparent reason. Curious hell cat...your headed for trouble. Slowly, she reached out to take his hand into her own even as she spoke. "This doesn't mean I like you...and this doesn't mean I trust you...one false move and I'll bash your face in...."


Perry:"Tonight is about me, tonight is for you.." Much smaller hands then her husband no doubt took hold the Pirate's hand and eased her upon the garden wall. As if they were to dance he outstretched his arm, only to then bend at the hip in a proper bow and bring the back of her knuckles against his cheek. No doubt she would think he had means to kiss, but wasn't she surprised? "Tell me Ealora, why is it your face is turned in such a horrible position." Slowly he would ease her along the wall until the ground was met, and the woods opened up before them. This was the very same way Peter Pan took the lives of children. Neverland a purgatory, and the spirit of youth would lead them from the windows and watch as they fell to their death; only to take their souls away to be forever young. Funny how fairy tales changed from the ages.

Ealora: Fingers curled into his hand, if only to hold tight as she was eased up onto the wall. Funny how something so different then the deck of a ship could still make you feel on top of the world much like the deck of the Shadow did for her. Salty air wafted from her clothing as she moved to stand beside him on the wall. Her hand was risen and a brow shot up..all most daring him to kiss her hand and see what came after and yet he did not. Pulling her hand from his grasp, she shoved her hands into the pockets of the coat and followed after him till off the wall they went and the woods came into view and embraced them like a lover. "Why don't you tell me...as you seem to know everything that has happened to me..or around me these past few weeks." Ha! Try to wiggle around that Perry. She'd agreed to come, but didn't promise to give any straight answers. Curious hell cat that she was, was to find out HOW he knew so much about her life these past weeks and HOW he knew all of it. Yes this was a game..perhaps of wits but still a game. Hands came forward in the coat to close it around her form. The autumn wind and chill never agreed with her.

Perry: "I slept with one of the keepers of the Inn last night. She told me about how Maahes slept alone and that you two were fighting again, but must we really talk about him?" Eyes darkened then with the thought of the Beast. Funny how the other pair was talking of the story. Deep blue watched as she pulled her coat closer, and as they went further down the path less traveled.
Ealora: Her hands were shifted from the coat pockets to button the jacket up before hands were moving to loosen the ponytail, fingers the comb to wiggle and weave the russet curls back into their usual place at her shoulders. The tie that had held her hair back was wrapped and unwrapped from her fingers, played with as she let silence befall them as they crunched through the path less taken in the woods. A slender brow rose in silent question as to where they were going. Truly her mind wasn't on the companion she rather didn't want beside her, more really she kept repeating memories in her head, that lead her to have such a distrust for people. That lead her to have this temporary insanity causing her to question her husbands loyalty where really she didn't. Her heart knew his loyalty, her soul knew his loyalty. Her head did not. Her mind was twisted, because of the past...and Maahes was right, she had to heal it to learn to move on. A roll of her eyes and a snort went to his admition he had slept with one of the woman at the Inn who hadn't been able to keep her mouth shut it seemed. "No..I don't want to talk about him...you brought it up." Truly Maahes was not the only reason for the scowl on her face and while she always had the manner to speak her mind about others, she was very hesitant to do so of her own life.

Perry: The trees swayed in the breeze, yet the cool air was not felt. Here the leaves that would fall, fell slow; a wishful dance of once more. The deeper the wood; the more scarce the vegetation became until it was them and only the height of ancient trees. "Though I do have to admit.." The sound of his voice was almost a whisper crossing paths with the wind. Here the scent of the sea long gone, but the rich deep smell of the earth rose around them just as it had on their ancestors. "I have to say, I am surprised he has taken to you..with his hatred of me." The treeline thinned out until the massive oak with limbs that twisted like arms reaching for the sky. Peregrin walked around the trees base planning each step like drawing a map in his mind. Hope the little Hell Cat could climb, if not she was about to take on a whole new adventure.

Ealora: For a while more she was silent, just listening to the wind rustle through the trees like a sad song sung by the ancients followed by the crunch of their shoes against the forest floor. Her head lifted as he spoke, her eyes rolling skyward with a small sigh. Didn't they just say they weren't going to talk about Maahes? "You mean the hatred of our kind..or what I used to be...Yes I admit I am surprised too, but I thought we were going to talk about him. You're doing it again.."she mused his way as they reached the clearing to a very large old oak tree. One brow seemed to reach skyward as the other dipped low in a 'you have to be kidding me' kind of look. They were here to climb a tree? This had better be good she mused in her mind as she began to climb up the limbs after him.

Perry: A small chuckle escaped him the kind that was wild and free. It was easy to laugh when one did it very often. Pere' had lines around his eyes that wrinkled from the years of laughter. It was easy to smile when you didn't care right? Limb after limb he trailed her until the top of the tree was met, and the folds of the branches found them a perfect seat. "This is my thinking spot." He whispered balancing himself on the branch until he crouched close to her. "Here I am on top of the world, without anyone to see. Look out you can see your ship from here. There.." Pointing the lines of the tree crossed his skin like a tiger in the brush. "This." He started looking up to the millions of stars in the heavens above. "Is a good place to dream, and when you close your eyes if you are lucky you can see them come true." Childish huh? Forever the enteral youth wondered the world for moments like this. "Tell me what you dream of Captain..what's in that mind, hmm?" All part of the game, though when it came to this point he was honestly holding the desire to know.

Ealora: Little grunts and groans would come with the exertion of climbing the tree until they reached that perfect spot and she was gripping the branch between her thighs as her fingers gripped the sides. Slowly she pulled in a breath, held it in as lids slid closed over celadon eyes until her lungs ached for new air and she released it as lids slid opened again to watch where he pointed. Indeed, she could see the sails of the shadow in the distance. Leaning back on the branch, her hips clenched harder against the branch. She didn't want to meet hell this quickly. "Dreaming ends in time Perry...they die hard...and we hold them in our hands long after they turn to dust...so why dream?"She fell silent then, was she going to tell him what she dreamt, of the home in Red Wall, of growing old with Maahes surrounded by grown children and utterly overwhelmed with grandchildren? Probably not. Her thoughts slid to Issa...and her heart hurt, lurching in pain till her thoughts slid to Issa father Benjamin. It was because of him she was scarred, because Issa was dead...because his name was on her neck...because of her past..it was all him and though her revenge had been taken out on the man for Issa death, it could not now be taken out on him for her dark past. As for her uncertain future, that was all her fault. Her trouble in trust, her bad judgement of people. Legs swung back an forth in the dead air in time with the memories that slid in and out of her minds eye. "I dream of peace Perry...of a time without bloodshed, of a time of birth and growth..." but if things continue on their path...that dream will die too. She didn't say it, but thought it, felt it. Maahes couldn't love a crazy woman and her past coupled with her unstable mind...SHE was threatening to ruin it all, all from a dark past she held on to with no reason to. The realization of just that made her seem shocked, her expression just stock surprise and she let out a laugh. Lord she was nuts.

Perry: He was silent then as he sat beside her watching the distant moon sparkle over the sea. What had this world come to? Where was that dream, that child like innocence that every being starts their life with. This pained him, and the black hole in his chest started to fill. Reaching out he covered the back of her hand with the palm of his own, warm and gentle. "How badly you must have been hurt, Ealora to feel so." He would not let his touch linger. He was not here to seduce her in any way, but to help her built that trust with her husband. "You know.." The moment of silence broken again as he held tightly to the branch. "No one can hear you scream out here." Random right? Passing his gaze from the sea he let them fall upon the woman at his side. Was his means to kill her? "Just like no one can hear your thoughts..Of Peace, a Good Life..Grand Children. Just like this view wouldn't exist if you close your eyes." A smile passed his lips.

Ealora: One slender brow went upward while the other went downward as his hand covered her own. Her lips drew into a thin line at his words as she jerked her hand away from his own as he removed it. Her head turned into a slant, nearly glaring in his direction. She had no given reason to hate him besides what Maahes had said of him...which wasn't much. He had indeed never done wrong to her but she did hate his pirating ways. She had been one. "Why have you brought me here Perry? Why do you even care what is going on with me? What's in this for you?" Even his grin didn't break the scowl on her face at him. She wanted answers and she wanted them now.

Perry: "Again this night is not about me..You. You are the one with a husband waiting and praying for your return. He wants you to love him as he loves you. Come." He stood upon the branch of the tree with ease reaching the top of the tree until he stuck out the top. The breeze gave a sense of vertigo, but it was the rush he lived for. "Come tell the stars what is holding you back, Ealora. Get this off your chest. Like this. I STILL LOVE YOU AUTUMN!!!!!!!!" He cried to the night the wind pressing back his hair only to have it rush over his face when he turned back to offer her his hand. "See feel better already."

Ealora: "And he was the one who said he could not have an insane wife...but I still love him, more then he knows." He shifted on the branch to stand and balance, following him up to the tops of the trees. A slender brow rose watching him screaming into the wind. "You've gone completely crackers.."She retorted even as she reached for his hand pulling herself up beside him till she too poked out of the top feeling the rush of autumn wind. God it was cold up here. A deep inhale of the autumn chill made her lungs ache but none as much as holding that breath in till she screamed out into the night "I HATE YOU BENJAMIN, YOU MADE ME THIS WAY!". It wasn't the autumn wind that had her shaking at this point, it was pure rage as if she could see the black hearted devil there before her and she sucked in a breath before letting out a blood curling scream of both rage and...pain.

Perry: "YES!" He cried out turning to the woman and pulling her into an embrace. "Benjamin! You are missing out!! LOOK AT HER! She's perfect!! IN THE ARMS OF SOMEONE ELSE! and LOVED! Now..tell him about your son. Scream that too. Get it out Ealora. Let it go."

Ealora: She couldn't help the laugh that left her lips at his outburst or the hug he pulled her into. Celadon eyes moved his way, how did he know about her son? The thought was lost in a wave of rage and pain of even the mention of her son. What should of been her and Maahes child...of how Issa should of been Maahes son regardless of parentage, from their love or from his love for her. Gripping the branch at her stomach, she dipped to meet it. The rush of emotion all most to much to handle and then yes, she screamed into the wind again. "YOU MURDERED MY CHILD! HE WAS MINE, NEVER YOURS! YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME YOU BASTARD! HE WAS MINE, HE WAS MY LIGHT, MINE!! MINE!!" Despite her dislike for the man beside her, she had to admit, it did indeed feel better.

Perry: Funny how he found himself falling in love with the last girl he did this with..but just couldn't bring himself to tear at the Beast anymore, and was instantly regretting the events that were about to happen. "Yes..let it go, Ealora." How could he go on with his duty? The coin it would bring..the coin that would keep his ship alive, and keep his hunt going. He and Jean-Claude were not the last, he needed proof. Peregrin fell silent as she let go of her fears. "Now go home, Ealora..go love that husband. Here is where you change, and trust him.." He almost couldn't say it." Fully. Maahes is a good man, and one whose love is pure. Go trust him.."

Ealora: Her voice was all ready hoarse, her lungs aching and heaving as she pulled in deep breaths and releasing them quickly only to pull more in as she clutched to the branches, knuckles white in tension that slowly began to ease. Russet fell forward as her head bent, her body doubling over the branch. She had never in her life done what she just had. Usually she bottled up her emotions. Letting them eat away at her until....well until she went insane with them. Slowly she rose up from the lean on the branch and shook her head to brush back the russet curls from her face. Celadon eyes falling onto the pirate next to her as he spoke. The words were stuck in her throat like hard tack but she managed them as much as it was a pain to say them. "Thank you....Perry" This doesn't mean I like you..Shifting around on the branch, she started her climb down from the massive oak.

Perry: "You have no reason to thank me." Or at least you won't later.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Shaden: All the candles in the house had been snuffed out and put to rest save the one that flickered in the office where she worked.. humming softly after the first crate had been opened.. she thumbed through the books lovingly admiring each one before settling them upon the barren shelf's.. some day all the shelves would be full of such.. perhaps not a library to rival the nobles but many more than the ordinary household could claim.. slowly the books were unwrapped until the first crate was emptied and the volumes neatly assembled.. there would be time after they were all unpacked to put them in alphabetical order.. Beauty and the Beast.. she lifted the beloved romantic title.. flipping open the pages.. as she paced slowly reading out loud before the window, the flicker of the fire from the hearth and candle behind her casting her in a golden glow, copper curls seemingly alight with a flame of their own.. " all her sisters demanded furs gowns and beautiful jewelry.. but all Beauty asked of her father was a rose... Unlike her spoiled sisters.. Beauty loved her father dearly.. and would no ask for things he could not afford.. and so it was this... request.. that would change her life forever ".. she smiled sadly at the book closing it... then placed her hand over her belly in a loving gesture " and so baby you will change mine.. but it will be.. an adventure for us both..." a gentle rub.. and then she moved to place the book upon the shelf "someday.. I will read this to you... and we will laugh at how silly.. she was to ask for a rose" a chuckled as she moved to the next crate...

JC: The streets were empty, of the clicking sound from fine leather boots. Yet they were not heard anywhere. Not passing the door way, or joining the stairs..not down the hall or even entering the very room Shaden read to her child. Not a single sound was made save for rise of his voice from the blackened door way. Shadows played tricks over the pale flesh of the man, crossing him like ocean waves beating the shore. "But it was not such a silly request when it was from the heart. How different Belle was to be so unselfish. Unlike the cruel Prince whose curse was there within that very same rose." Oh he knew this one very well, how the father had gone into the garden to pluck the rose, only to have his life hanging by the hands of a Beast at the next. The sisters would fight over who was to go, but it was Beauty who offered..for it was her rose, right?

Shaden: "Yes it was her responsibility ... and she would endure the punishment to save her father " was there something deeper here.. in her words or the tone... " The Prince was cursed to his.. beastial form because he judged people on their appearances.. and not on their deeds... " a wry smile as if she knew something about being judged.. she turned another book in hand.. Taming of the Shrew... and tilted her head sideways... " I did not hear you come in.. did Gerda.. show you in?" to polite to say.. your late... " I though she had long since retired.. after dinner was served " zing

JC: "You speak of such as it were a sin. To judge, act upon first sight. As if the rose were beautiful only for the petals the color of your lips. Yet.." The heel of his boots clicked quietly over the floor as the room was given a once over. "Yet each rose, though beautiful at first will wither with time, and turn black." Turning to face her once again, the window against his back the tall frame casting a long shadow from the moon in full rise. "So is this your me for not arriving on time for our dinner. I...was detained much longer then I had wished." With that he gave a small bow, a bend from slender hips, the dark black of his hair falling over his shoulders like a waterfall of black silk.

Shaden: "It all ends well.. in the end.. and no forgiveness is necessary.. unless it is to the pheasant which is beyond redemption now.. save for the hounds.. " at his bow she smiled utterly charmed with his prologue " Though I do reserve judgement as it is not my nature or inclination to judge hastily but take my time in ... exploring the situation. " an arched brow tipped up in mimic to his... as she dipped in response to his bow... " I hope all is well with your business that kept you detained?" she queried as she turned to a crate and lifted a few volumes out.. dusting them off with a cloth , inspecting then thumbing thru, some were used and some were new.. the used ones she delighted in most because they had names or endearments written inside the covers... lives that had gone on before and after the books had been read into the imagination

JC: "As well as to be expected, Mon Cher when working with the crew that I do." A slender hand came to clasp his chest as if to still his pounding heart, "I have to admit I am relieved not to find you so angry, I trust that your day was as well spent in such company?" Meaning the books of course. "I will not keep you too much..but may I ask you to join me for just a moment to sit upon your window seat? I wish to speak to you about your..." His pale hand turned palm up warm and inviting; though in truth cool to the touch reached out for her. "It is the reason for our dinner no?"

Shaden: She closed the books and looked up at him thoughtfully... " My day was what it was... and the books are a great distraction.. and there is no anger toward you.. how could their be.. I am not angry at all " she smiled softly " How could I be with one not only so well read... but gallant enough to come to my rescue.. and.. keep my confidence.?" she gave him a teasing and playful look... " but of course I will join you.. " settling the book back onto the desk she moved toward him with the casual grace of a dancer taking his hand.. that was cool to the touch.. " I am at your disposal"

JC: "Gallant is not the word ma petite, I fear I have far too much time on my hands when out at sea. Though I dare say the story of the Red Rose is indeed one of my favorites." Seeing that she was seated he took form beside her, in perfect grace and fluid motions. His back was straight, shoulders back and one foot would rise over the bend of his knee to support his position. At this moment you could balance a book on his head, perhaps he was trained just as she. "You are feeling well I take it? The color of you cheeks as returned, but..that could as well be mistaken from a rise of emotion and the falling of tears." Jean-Claude folded his hands over one knee clasping the bend of his leg as he sat beside her. "I would hope for the first, but I fear for the last. Tears of joy I as well doubt.."

Jack: "There nae be much mystery tae it." -=The familiar timbre of a hearty voice rumbled from the darkened entryway before hob-nailed boots carried his bulk into the office. Dressed as always, the oilskin clad figure approached them and settled upon a convenient crate. The voice continued on as matter-of-factly as if someone had asked him if preferred mutton or eggs for breakfast.=- Somehow I doubt it really was an unknown tae ye. Which leads me tae suspect that yer goal is tae merely have her espouse it fer her own feelings - nae tae inform ye. She shall nae find solace in a silver tongue stuffed in lace.

Shaden: "I am well enough, the healer suggested ginger root.. tea to help settle my stomach when the morning sickness comes.. and now that I know what ails me " she smiled soflty a bloom of motherly love already forming about her cheeks for the unborn child she carried... " perhaps joy would be an overstatement.. tis not the childs fault that life is complicated.. and every child is a blessing no?" her lips pursed with the question and then she looked away.. " Tears can be cathardic.. and healing.. they are natures way of cleansing the soul.. or so I've been told.." now she looked back up at him with a soft tender gaze.. dark lashes lining eyes just the color of frozen sea water.. " While the situation is not perfect.. it is what it is.. all things happen for a reason.." so many cliquices she could apply and they all seemed to fit..Jacks sudden appearance both startled and shocked her.. those same eyes widening at his harsh and rude words to her guest... a tip of her head to the side and she seemed to be speechless... " Jack... don't be rude.. JC is my guest. she turned back to JC apologetically " Forgive my friend.. he's noteably on the unhappy side of the situation " her cheeks flamed with embarrassment over his actions... and she hoped he would be civil... now

JC: "Yes, every child is a blessing." Dark navy eyes passed from Shaden to her manhandle from the night before. "Then I hate to inform Bon Monsieur, that you are incorrect. I have not exposed anything she would not offer. Her feelings are not mine to give or receive." Spoken with those all to perfectly rehearsed manners that he pulled of as real far too well. With that he gave rise his tall slender frame filling much of the space from floor to ceiling. "But I will not be of burden upon an already tender subject. I shall hate to cause any to feel uncomfortable with my presence. Monsieur Trades, Mademoiselle Aramoire. Until we meet again. Good evening." With that he gave them a bow, a graceful bend in his hip and dip of his head.

Jack: Bah, -=the brawny frame sat stolidly on the crate.=- Ye deny that which ye are nae accused of. Or were ye hoping that it wouldnae betray yer intent...-=he let the word drip sardonically=-...monsieur. -=There was no motion from the figure and certainly no attempt to mask contempt for the sake of civility. The wrinkled brim swiveled towards Shaden as the voice rumbled on without heeding the bystander audience.=- Did ye really think me gone?

Shaden: "You are no burden, but a welcome guest in my home.. however I understand your lack of wishing to stay when some people are so ill mannered " her gaze locked on Jack with a definite hint of anger.. "I will see you out.. and next time we meet perhaps it will be under better circumstances" she smiled apologetically and genuinely up at him as she took his arm seeing him to the door.. not even a look back at Jack as she tried to mask the rage inside at his treatment.. she wanted to scream.. and rail at him but managed to keep her calm.. it was from the door that she did then turn back and looked at Jack for a moment.. her eyes giving him her answer.. yes she had believed he was gone.. had left her.. what else was she to believe?

JC: Dark eyes passed sadly against the man, but it was not an eternal emotion or doubt of his own esteem, but how sad it must be to be so...dense. He did not expect much manners from a man like that, but at least there would have been hope for when he was around the love of his life. Curling her hand in the bend of his arm, the cool tips of his free hand touched the top of her hand gently. "Do not be afraid to call upon me, while I am in town. If ever you feel the least bit poorly." With that he put his back to the night and release her arm to take her hand. With a bend again he gave the back of her knuckles a gentle kiss before slipping out into the night.

Shaden: She watched him go, and closed the door behind him leaning her head to the cool wood a moment, pressing her cheek there as if it would cool the embarrassed stain there... then she turned and headed to the library hands on her hips she stepped thru the door " What the hell has gotten into you ?" her hand flashed up in a sign to wait " No there is no excuse for.. this rudeness... have you no consideration at all.. That man attended me when I was sick and was checking on me.. and you act as if I were bedding him on my desk..! I'm not some silly tart who cannot see the nose on my face.. Jack Trades... " she paced irritatingly " And yes.. I though you left.. you made it perfectly clear you didn't like the idea of a child.. much less that I don't' know if it's yours or not.. it doesn't fit into your plans I understand that.. but I was never was unfaithful to you... and I didn't deserve the way you touched me and talked to me last night.. I don't' know why your here now.. but I've made up my mind.. this is my child I don't care who the father is.. and if you can't accept that.. then perhaps . then... then... " ohhhh why couldn't' she say it?


Jack: -=The matter-of-fact tone gave way to a grumble, but still he did not move.=- Ye make nae fuss if'n I kill a man that threatens ye, but yer upset that I am rude tae a man that wants tae prey on yer emotions? -=The wrinkeld brim canted slightly=- Shaden, ye ran intae yer room and closed the door after ye. What exectly about that gives ye the indication that I've left ye? If anything, I should suspect ye of trying tae sever ties with me. If ye can see yer nose, tell me this: Shaden, do ye remember the night we met? Where did we meet?

Shaden: " He was not preying on my emotions.. he was offering kindness there is a difference.. and I didn't run I walked.. and if you gave a damn you would have followed.. but instead you walked out.. I watched you from the window.. just left without word.. and then nothing .. all day... " she glared at him " You suspect me... Jack trades if you cannot trust me after all we have been thru.. I've not lied to you.. or betrayed you once..I don't question you where you go or with whom.. yet last night you treated me as if I were your possession.. questioning me as if I were guilty of some offense.." she still paced irritably then stopped looking at him oddly " In the cemetery.. with Kendrew he was drinking over his brothers grave ... that is where we met.. what does that have to do with this.. the here and now ?" she picked up a book out of habit opened it then slammed it shut as she settled on the window seat, glacial green hues glaring fire at him


Jack: On the contrary, I give a damn so I went tae make preparations. If ye wanted tae still be in me company, why on earth did ye remove yerself from it? Or does making me chase ye somehow prove that I love ye? Bah, that be a tart's game, Shaden. -=The brim lowered a bit as did the voice.=- The cemetary has everything tae do with it, Shaden. What sort of man spends time alone sitting amongst the headstones? Certainly nae a family man. If'n ye recall, I never had the chance tae greive me father. Donnae know if me family even has stones over their graves. A child complicates things, and presents many, many new risks tae the task before us. I am nae accustomed tae this. Ye know I am nae prone tae outbursts like the one the other night. That should tell ye something.

Shaden: "I'm not a tart.. and I left because you frustrated me so and made me angry I was afraid I would say something I would regret or throw something at your thick skull.. " she stood again.. pacing again " Do you think it was easy for me learning I was pregnant and all that that means...?" she faced him slowly... " And then you treat me as if I'm bedding everyone that has a cant.. in Skye.. tell me.. do you really think that I've been sleeping with anyone and everyone..? " her jaw tensed as she leveled a gaze at him.. " Tell me Jack why you never confide in me.. why you keep your secrets and then.. act as if I've done you a mortal crime.. when I didn't tell you two seconds after I found out? The one true time I needed your arms.. and I got your anger and scorn... that is why I left the room... and I wouldn't know about you family cause you never told me !" the last part was her voice rising hysterically.. as she threw the book against the wall in frustration, tears threatened but did not fall.. as she shook with emotion and anger at him.


Jack: Shaden, have I accused ye of bedding anyone? I can see suitors lingering at the periphery, even if ye do nae. They only make it harder tae connect with ye.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Shaden: So many things had just gone.. haywire.. nothing seemed real.. well almost nothing.. the fact that she was with child was real enough and seemed to spur all the other unrealness.. around her.. it was like being caught in a bad dream and waking to find.. you were dreaming still.. a dream within a nightmare within a dream.. where would it end.. now that was a question for the sages and oracles of old.. Ealora seemed to have vacated the premises once again..and Shaden was frantic over her whereabouts she went on a walk last night and never came home.. what if some bounty hunter snatched her.. or god forbid this darkness person that she was always saying was hunting her.. Granted there were few posters left after Shaden paid gangs of children 2 coppers for each one brought to her and promptly tossed in the fire.. whoever had paid for those posters was out a nice little sum because they were near extinct now thanks to Shaden’s Bounty on the Bounty! The day had found her sending off a Missive to Maahes.. telling him of Ealora's disappearance and asking if she were with him.. a similar one was sent to red wall and She visited the Shadow Storm herself.. no glory.. no one had seen Ealora.. In her mind Shaden practiced the tongue lashing she would give her sister about responsibility and not just disappearing in the middle of the night.. but in her heart she was worried sick and paced the confines of the great room.. riddled with Anxiety! " Where are you Ealora...?" exasperated sigh..

Ealora: The furthest thing from her mind after her walk with Perry was sending a note to Shaden. The most prominent, she had to get home to Maahes. Despite the late hour, she 'borrowed' a horse to do just that. Whatever had transpired within the confines of Red Wall fell on deaf ears or rather was very much ignored. The refugees and household had left the couple to make up through the night and into the next day. Just how the choose to do this was their business.when the missive arrived from Shaden for Maahes, Ealora couldn't help but read it, not from distrust but only because Maahes was...resting. There was no doubt within her mind that her sister was upset but she couldn't help but chuckle. She was in the dog house with her sister. Only one way to rectify the situation, go into town and sweet talk her sister. Wouldn't she be just delighted to have her sister be fine and with her husband again? A snort followed as she folded the missive, yeah that was unlikely but she could still offer her apologies. Moving through the house, she paused within the sitting room to watch her husband within his chair...dozing more like it. Crossing the space as quietly as she could, she nuzzled her nose to his ear and softly whispered" Maahes darling, I have to go into Town..Shaden is panicking...forgot to tell her I was going home last night...the horses are ready to go..do you want to go?"

Nic: Nic couldn't help but watch the anxiety ridden path Shaden was wearing within the rug of the great room "Shaden..I am sure everything is fine..."Baritone voice flowed across the open space as he moved forward, tray with tea in hand was set upon the table before he moved to grasp her shoulder, to keep the rug from wearing and to add some comfort in the only way he had.

Perry: Always with such a bounce in his step, the pirate moved down the streets with the sunlight warming his features. Blonde curls bobbed in his walk, catching the light in a different manner. "Morning ladies." He grinned with a sweep of his body in their direction. However he would not have too long, as very important matters were at hand. Dressed in his normal attire brown fitting pants that covered most of his boots, and a tunic of pale ivory..brown vest..swords...dark green cloak. Did the man ever change? Outside the door of Shaden's Lily the pirate stood and gave a hearty knock with one hand, the bouquet of red roses in the other.

Maahes: His head was bent forward supported by the underside of his palm, fingers keeping his neck from snapping as he slumbered in his chair. Heavy dreads of dark brown swept over the arm of the chair and down his chest, and the golden bands burning in the light. "Mmmm.." He whispered, groaning under his breath, but soon sounds became words as he spoke of how much he loved her even in his sleep. Amber orbs opened only to pass over the waiting features of his wife.he took her hand to ease himself up and head for the door..good dog.

Shaden: She stopped as his voice reached her turning when his hand lay on her shoulder in a light grasp, her eyes filled with worry " Is it too much to ask.. her to just leave a note.. tell a stable boy or maid or come say something to me ?" she was exasperated and worried.. had been all day.. writing notes to everyplace conceivable that could have seen the Elusive captain Mallory.. and not one word.. not a single word "What if some bounty hunter captured her... ? Maahes will go crazy.. if something happens to her.. I will go crazy.. she.. just needs to be chained to a bed next to Him until all this mess with the bounty is cleared up.. only then will I believe she's safe.. " she huffed and looked up at him as if willing him to make it all better... " I should go look for her.." she nodded her head... as she made the decision.. " Saddle Merri.. while I get my cloak ?"

Nic: His arms wove around her shoulders, pulling her back into a hug against his chest as his lips pressed against her cheek near her ear in a gentle kiss. "Do you really think she would be chained even if you and Maahes agreed on it? Believe me the streets would not be so silent were she grabbed by a bounty hunter. Not everyone thinks like you and the General..I do not say this to scare you but there are whispers of planning her capture but so far I have seen none take place...those people..are to afraid of her.." He hugged her tighter against his chest, as if that would stop her from going. "Where would you look where you have not all ready hmm?" The knock on the door sounded and he grinned. "See, probably her now..sit..have tea..I'll get the door” He released her then to give her a light push against the back towards the couch were the pot of tea, some pastries and cup waited. Sure it was Gerda job to get the door but the guard could give her a break and he moved towards the front to answer the knock.

Ealora: She could only chuckle and caress his cheek, cooing words of echoed love. Eternal love till his eyes finally opened in her direction and he was sitting forward. "You look handsome as ever" She purred in a gentle voice before taking his hand into her own. Yes his hand was much bigger then hers, much bigger then others but it felt so right, so perfect and natural cupping her own and out to the waiting horses they went before the journey began yet again back to the city. Her sister could have a fiery temper, she knew it, saw it once and never had it directed at her. This was going to be fun.

Maahes: His fingers curled around her own pulling her closer. "You did not tell your sister you came home? I figured she would hear you leave." Down the hall he stepped with her, and once outside he would wrap her cloak around her as he eased her upon her horse. "You are not the most quiet of people." Broken English seeming to purr from his chest. Outside with the presence of their General the men and women of the camps gave happy smiles and waves upon their passing. Ugh, he just woke up and already the politics start.

Perry: "GOooood afternoon, Sun.." He paused seeing that it was no longer the door greeter, but in fact a man! Peregrin stood there in the door way, the roses pressed forward in offer but quickly pulled back. "I've come to see your Mistress , M'lord..oh rats I've forgot your name." Lies.

Shaden: She was about to say... Ealora wouldn't have a choice.. and that chaining her was becoming an ever increasingly tempting idea when he enfolded her into the snug hug, and whispered words of soothing into her ear.. she relaxed minutely in his embrace and begin to argue " When they find her .. dead or in a ditch what shall I say.. when they ask what I was doing.. Having Tea.. and pastries ?" she scowled as he pushed her toward the couch and the same said tea and pastries " Nicolas.. I want to go see if I can find her I can't just sit here like a ninny !" she pouted and demanded like a spoiled child.. but in truth the impetus of her actions was her distress over her sister... and more recently the fact that Nicholas seemed to not be swayed by her dramatic tantrums at all still heading for the door as if the world was not on it's end.. and Ealora was not missing calling after him in a loud voice " I'm going out to look for her ... if that's not her!"

Nic: The smile easily slid from his face as he opened the door but it wasn't at the man on the doorstep though Nic did have a feeling of dislike for the man, for what reason? He gave him reason to pause. Not to mention he was still rather big hermit. "Stryker..just Stryker.."Shaden raised words reached the edge of the door and he cleared his throat as he stepped back and waved the man in. "Forgive the outburst..this way." The door was closed behind the pirate before the Guard of the Lily was turning on booted heels to take him to the great room where Shaden was pouting. "Mister err Pip...here to see you Mistress Ninny..I mean Shaden.."A grin turned in her direction, laughter reaching to the depths of silvery blue eyes before the grin and laughter quickly slid from his lips. Relax Shaden...everything will be all right. He seemed to want to tell her but didn't.

Perry: "Bonjour belle colombe" He spoke as he swept inside the room, a grin spreading back his lips. However his eyes turned back to Stryker.."No one has called me that since I was a child." Meaning Pip of course, and what childhood would be left to the imagination. "Sit and have your tea, Shaden your sister was in good hands last night. Do you think I would be so severe and not see her home?" In truth he did not go with her, but in many way his words were enough to insure her safe and swift retreat home. No doubt they made love all night, and today rode together like the newlyweds they are. "I come with gifts," The roses were shifted from hand to the other, "I heard they were your favorite."
Maahes: Watching his wife as if she were a Queen he could not help but smile inwardly, "You belong here..with me." He rode in silence for a moment the horse under him seeming to understand his..discomfort with the saddle. "I dreamed of our child last night." He finally mused breaking the silence hands folding over the horn of the saddle. "His hair was as black as mine, but eyes of you.." Passing his gaze to the woman at his side on her own horse he sat back to straighten his back. "I had wished his skin would be of your color and not my own." A crazy thought no? However what kind of man wouldn't want the best for their child.

Shaden: "you were with her?" her brows knitted together suddenly " She went home... to Red Wall?" she settled on the couch visibly relieved " you saw her home yourself..?" not that she disbelieved but.. well Ealora could be a pill to most men, and well from her observation of Ealora's reaction to Perry.. well lets say she was amazed the man didn't have claw marks and bruises on his face.. Over his head she shot a look to Nic.. narrowing her eyes at the Ninny NIC name ( pun intended) while she wished she could have snorted at him like Ealora often did when annoyed.. she declined the effort as unladylike and let the simple glance speak for her.. ohh he would pay for the Ninny comment later.. but as his expression softened her lips pulled into a little smile.. glacial green hues rolling upward.. acknowledging he was right at least if you could trust Peregrine " I'm relieved to hear she was in good hands... although now my anger is renewed with her for not sending me word " a pout settled on her lips as she though of the lecture Ealora was going to receive until the roses were presented... "Ohh how beautiful.. and yes .. I love roses.. between you and your friend JC I shall turn my bedroom into a garden..." she took them holding them up to test their scent... " Where is JC... did he not wish to come?" well probably not after Jack was so rude...

Nic: His grin broke over his face without restraint at her soft grin in his direction. Gloved hand groaned as it was brought to his chest over his hear. He meant the best and he got the reaction he wanted from the tease though he knew very well by the look he would get it later. He moved to join her as she gave a sniff to the roses and offered his hand out for them. "I'll make sure they are put in some water...and another cup brought for tea My lady Shaden.." though he did pause as he took the roses to lean in and whisper."Ninny.." Roses taken, he moved away quickly, if more to avoid being hit and disappeared into the hall.

Ealora: "Yes, I do belong here...with you. I quite agree. There will be no more parting.." She let the silence linger, much as she hated silence, things were well with her husband again, she could endure silence. Celadon eyes slid his way once the silence was broken again. A smile curled at her lips. "You did? Didn't I tell you we would have triplets the first time...or was it twins.."A soft tease before she let out a sigh of contentment and to gather her thoughts from his obvious distain at having a child between them of his color. "Maahes..you are well respected here..regardless of your color..outsiders can plainly go to hell. They know nothing of you..know nothing of the man beneath the skin he was born with. Our child...or children will be blessed despite the color of their skin. They will have parents who love them, people who adore them. A home to grow up in, strength aplenty from their parents lineage. There is nothing we will deny our children...whatever is best for them and the loss of tooth or limb at any person who dares judge them for color. Our children will be a blessing and will be blessed..."She turned her head to grin at him. "An each night I intend to lull them to sleep with stories of how much their mother loves their father."

Perry: "No, Shaden it will be all his doing. I don't give flowers..it's too typical, but I fear Jean-Claude is old fashioned. He will continue to send them until you are well. I have only come to deliver." He took a turn over the room, the lavish decorations far too girly for his own taste, but Lord could he see his second here. A scoff was given at the mention of Jack and he wrinkled his nose. "I heard of his barbaric manners, but I also look at his company and see where he might find inspiration." Turning to face her once again, he smiled. "Of course not you," He spoke with a side glance to the guard. "JC is asleep, he's a night owl has been since he was a boy. Seems to..come alive at night, and spend his days in his barracks..brushing his hair I'm sure, looking in the mirror..like a bird." Squawk, Pretty Bird. "and I would not expect to see much of him. He's not the type to become a burden on a relationship already in bloom, no matter how tempting." The last part spoken very quiet with the sound of desire burning in the words. Shaden was beautiful she knew that, but knew not how powerful her nature could be.

Maahes: "Will you tell them of me, even if my life does not go on much longer?" He asked with perfect reason behind every word. "Tell them that I would have loved them like a mother bear...but male of course." Maahes had a very simple yet complex mind at times. Meeting her eyes he echoed her grin, only the stars above could come close to the way she was the light of his life. Maahes would give up everything to always be at her side, but knew well his duty to this country. "I do not care how many you have so long as it's soon. I want to hold them so bad." The little Hope had been torture almost, as he held her and dreamed of holding her again. He felt his palms grow warm and his arms ache to cradle the child.

Shaden: A smile quirked her lips making the dimples in her cheeks dance, before her attention was turned back to Perry " Thank you then for delivering flowers.. it's such a sweet gesture.. though I know not what I have done to be so deserved?" she tipped a quizzical tilt of her head his way.. copper curls stealing candle glow and performing and intricate highlighted dance as they moved about.. the pale green velvet of her gown only seeming to add to the fiery bright coloring of her hair and eyes... like a pastel pallet with a smear of bright jewel tones across it.. " Jean Claude.. as last I hear his proper name.. " she smiled as it slipped from her lips, her tongue rolling over it with perfect French diction...at his mention of Jack her smile seemed to fade.. " You must understand Jack has been under undue stress as of late.. he is usually not so rude.. " and it was true.. she had placed him in an terrible situation.. and the guilt of what he must be feeling weighed heavy on her heart... " Take my word for it. Jack Trades is a good man.." now her featured drew even more concerned as he spoke almost mockingly of Jean Claude.. " Jean Claude seems a respectable Gentleman.. you should not mock your friend so... " she admonished him.. you see once Shaden had settled that someone was her friend she would defend them like a.. well like a lioness.. her cheeks however flamed when he spoke of her relationship already in bloom.. she would not deny nor.. confirm the suspicions he was fishing for.. " Please convey my thanks to him for the roses... " she smiled.. where was Nic with that tea... something about Perry just unsettled her...

Ealora: "Maahes don't talk like that..you will be there to see our children grow..we'll sit at Red Wall covered in grandchildren" She gripped the reins tight within her hand. She knew his duty, knew there was a chance he could not return from war. She didn't want to think about it though as much as he was always open with her, as she was with him. "But yes, of course I would..if something happened to you..it will be like you were there with us...always." She couldn't help but laugh as he spoke of hoping it would be soon. "We can not rush God my love...much as we want to but I do echo your sentiments..I find a particular glee in thinking of being swollen with our child..or children.."Her head turned to him again and she grinned, there it was, his smile...the one that was only ever intended for him, speaking of eternal love..of completely happiness for just him. She held his gaze for a moment before her head swept forward as they wound through the streets towards the Lily where once there, she dismounted to hand her reins over to one of the stable hands and wait quite patiently on her husband. She was not looking forward to a fuming Shaden.

Nic: He thought he heard something about him being a coward as he left her and there would be a faint baritone laugh from the hallway that faded as he moved further away from them. They talk would continue without the night and continued with his return, roses within the vase was set upon a nearby towel. A saucer and cup was set alongside the teapot. A brow rose in question, was something wrong? His head turned to her and then to Perry before he began to pour the tea first into one cup and then the other before standing. One cup set on a table beside Perry before he would carry the other over to Shaden, pressing the saucer into her hands, gloved fingers lingering on her own for more then the moment needed before he was moving to stand beside an all most full bookshelf. He needed to remember to finish the books as promised.

Perry: "Mmm, what a smile there with just a name. Perhaps I'll allow him one dance with you on our date." Passing gaze from her to the window he heard the horses outside and instantly drew his eyes back to her. "This Jack I have no doubt is a good man. He is much like Lord General." Over his shoulder he motioned with his hand out the window as the sound of the couples laughter rose up through the pane. "Good ole' boy, but where is the fun in that?" He smirked passing gaze in the direction of where Nic had gone, "He seems like a loyal man, but I have to ask..do you not worry of his reputation? I mean, he is here being guard to you when there is a war about? Or was that crossing my bounds?"

Maahes: "I have not even thought of Grandchildren." Oh what a smile pulled the General's lips. "I'll spoil them, raise them to be men at arms, but most of all spoiled." He could not help but grin with the thought of his wife with silver hair, and wrinkles upon her face. Lines of laughter, and not of stress though she should ask Eirian how hard it was to be a General's wife. As his boots hit the ground he gave a chuckle at the mental image. Moving around the horse he took the hand of Ealora and curled it over his arm. "Your sister will be mother to many should we pass. I would only trust them to her." He spoke as he took in the sight of the house.."though she would move to Red Wall." yeap.

Shaden: Perhaps it was Perry's innate cokeiness or the mockery of his friend that rubbed Shaden wrong.. or perhaps it was more than that .. though she would have no idea why.. just and growing uneasiness in his company . The cup and saucer placed in her hands.. the lingering touch that conveyed that indeed her guardian was watching over her.. and that all would be well.. soothed her nerves and gave her fidgeting fingers something to do.. one thing of which was to subtlety caress his index fingers length with her own.. a tender gesture.. of acknowledgment as he moved off to stand guard.. Perry however was intending to provoke her it seemed and with her recent emotional upheaval over the pregnancy and Ealora's disappearance she was perhaps the thorniest rose in the garden. If he thought she pricked him over JC then he would stabbed unmigaitedly thru as her brows rose over the intended slur toward Jack, Maahes and then Nicholas.."I assure you Sir Perrigrin " she addressed him in his formal name " That Maahes, and Jack are the finest men you will ever meet, and while they may not spend their time cavorting and having fun they add greatly to their country and those they love... " her chin tilted up slightly as he spoke of Nicholas.. " As to Nicholas being here and not at war.. I will assume you have noticed that the troops are back in Skye for winter... Even General Maahes and Lord Kendrew.. and while I am sure that Sir Stryker would be of great Aid to the army here that is his personal decision... just as it is yours to.. cavort and have fun.. while a nation lies at war" her words had a slight tinge of calling him on his own hypocrisy.. yet almost seemed conversation.. it was a talent.. to be gracious and wield a double edge blade with words... " I'm sure you would agree to that fact of personal choice.. and would not let something like rumors of gossip affect your judgment of a good mans reputation.. that would sincerely be.. a sin "

Nic: Gloved hand would groan as he reached the hollow of her back, pressing lightly in a gesture of thanks for her words perhaps but he could not help but grin in her direction and that of the arrogant pirate. The sound of laughter filtered through the panes and he shifted on his feet "I'll get that..I beat this time it is your sister.."The baritone voice had lowered an inch for her ears before he was moving again to do Gerda job and answer the door. Why not, give the poor woman a night off!

Ealora: She let out a laugh as her arm curled over his. "Yes Grandchildren...some day. But our children first and don't forget the girls. With Gods grace they will have your muscle and their mothers flatteringly good looks and sultry attitude.” Just for kicks, she gestured with her hand as if it were a fan and waved it in front of her face with a batting of her eyelashes in his direction. "You will be wrapped more around our daughter or daughters fingers then you are my own..I might start to get jealous." She teased further as she hugged at his arm, lifting on her toes to plant a gentle kiss against his lips. "I agree..I can see no other besides my sister to raise our children should something happen to us...and yes at Red Wall..I could see our children no where else." Hips swayed in a happy beat of a woman completely in love, perhaps not completely cured of all anger and rage from her past but well enough to leave it dead. A beaming grin was offered to Nic as the door opened before she got a chance to knock. "Sir Stryker! Good to see you!"A light tug to Maahes arm to pull him inside. The voices in the great room telling her where her sister was and she continued to tug her husband along.

Perry: "Mon dieu !" His eye brows shot up with his grin, "You must not know my middle name is sin!" He grinned then, "I had no clue you felt so strongly over this Trades fellow." He eyed her with a wicked grin though his hand came to rub his chin lightly, "How disappointed my servant will be to know this." He spoke to himself as if thinking the thought out would make him understand even more. "Do not mistake my meanings, sweet child. You are able to love who you wish, that is the right yes. It is a good thing you keep such noble company around. Hearing the doorway open and Ealora's voice rise out instantly Peregrin stood. f**k.

Maahes: The hair on the back of his neck stood up with the voice of the Pirate rising through the house, and he shot his gaze past Nic to search out the scoundrel. There was about to be one hell of a fight. Hope blood came out of satin.

Shaden: At the sound of Ealora's voice she was up.. almost running to her Peregrin forgotten complexity " Ealora !" arms were thrown about her sisters neck in love and relief " I was worried sick " she released her marginally to look her and stepped back.. " You should have at least left a note.. you could have been captured by bounty hunters or worse...!" her face was flushed with a combination of relief and anger " If you ever ever do something so foolish again.. I will never forgive you !" she threatened, as if she herself had not done similarly foolish things in the past and would likely do so again.. that was quite aside the point really this was about Ealora " I swear Maahes " she looked at her sisters husband.. " Can you not.. control her?" it was a jest of course.. but half heartedly meant a small relic of a smile on her lips.. " But I am glad you are safe and sound and back where you belong.. " she smiled at Maahes brightly, all but forgetting the pirate.. until she saw where Maahes gaze was directed.

Ealora: Her arm released Maahes as he seemed ready to kill but suddenly Shaden was flinging herself into her arms. A laugh left her lips as her arms curled around her sister and hugged her tightly. "Shaden darling I am fine..Shaden..I can't breath my dear"She patted at her back till the woman broke away and then hugged her again. Another laugh until Shaden spoke of Perry walking her home, no he hadn't! The grin slid from her lips even as her sisters arms tightened around her. "Shaden darling, cannot breath" She patted at her sisters backside as she was released again. "Perry...did NOT walk me home darling. You were misinformed I fear." Celadon eyes slid to Perry and narrowed, you bastard. Taking Shaden hands in her own, she let out a sigh. "I am sorry sorry sorry, after my walk I suddenly had to get home to Maahes, I didn't think of anything else. It will never happen again. Promise."A grin slid over her lips with a short snort"Yeah that'll be the day..he said it before, you can't control the wind." She winked and smiled in both the direction of her husband and her sister.

Nic: He stepped back as the form of the General and the pirate queen moved through. The door quietly shut behind them and he was wiggling around them quite elegantly to stand beside Shaden for a moment, after she had gotten through hugging Ealora. He had to clear his throat to keep from laughing before he was taking a step back and then another before turning to Perry. "There is a back door if you wish to...slip out Sir Pippin..or err Peregrin...sorry."A hand gestured to the hallway that lead to the kitchens and yes a back door. Run like a coward...but Nicholas would not allow bloodshed in Shaden home. To hard to clean up you see and he maneuvered his body between the General and the male pirate as if that would stop the bull(Maahes) from charging.

Perry: "You mistake my words, I did not say I walked her home, I just saw her home." With that eyes darkened never ONCE leaving the Beast's before him, even though on the inside he was suddenly afraid. However when the rest were lost in conversation Peregrin caught that knowing look in his gaze, and even the words from Nic were muffled. "Kept an eye on her the whole way." Spoken quietly and with a purse of his lips he wiggled his brows, and that would be all she wrote.


Maahes: Nic would be knocked out of the way, and a fist would meet the man's jaw so hard it sent him back tumbling over the table and sliding through the window. Glass would shatter in thousands of pieces falling like snow over the pirate's body, and Maahes would not be far behind. SCREW a twisted ankle he had enough of this fool. TOO long had he tormented him. "Get up." He barked standing over the man..hey at least they were not in the house right? Peregrin tried to scramble to his feet, the much smaller frame of the man barely met the other man's shoulders. With a raise of his foot Maahes pressed hard into the man's side rolling him over the glass, and the guards from the streets came with a rush. "Get him up." Orders were carried out quickly as the pirate was then picked up by his arms, to only be continued by the collar of his shirt. "LET me tell you this ONE last time. YOUR time here is finished!"Maahes's teeth clenched under his lips until his voice growled from him, "That is my family. You gave up that chance, boy. I love that woman, and I'll be damned before I see you start your lies." A massive hand released a dagger clasped to his back, and Peregrin closed his eyes blond strands falling over his swollen face. "This ends now." The guards stood with sure feet, ready and waiting for their General to finish the task.

Shaden: A copper brow raised as she was told she was misinformed and glacial green hues followed Celadon ones intent on the same target, of course hers was more of a question while Ealora’s was meant to kill him where he stood..and then all hell broke loose.. Nic knocked out of the way the Bull charged.. Ealora and Shaden sent sprawling apart.. both against opposite walls.. as the Bull was let loose in the china shop shattering vases, a now flattened table.. antique! and then a crash of leaded window panes sent them sprawling back out into the street to brawl... Shaden's smaller frame thudded against the wall.. harshly.. then stumbled and sat back on her bottom.. with a little cry.. of surprise..light green skirts fanning out about her , as her eyes widened looking about for Ealora and Nic as Maahes voice could be heard screaming from outside...
Nic: The guard went flying as he was knocked out of the way, behind the couch were the vase of flowers suddenly flew and shattered by his head. A head resoundly smacked against the floor blackening the knights eyes for a moment as pain shot through his head. God Damn General! He was not so quick to get up but once he was, he was out the window, his hand cutting on a edge of clash gave a sharp cry as he flung himself at the General and tugging at his arms to loosen the grasp he had on the man"GENERAL NO!"

Ealora: The grin slid from her face as hell broke loose. Tossed to the side, her hands lost Shaden's as she went sprawled against the opposing wall. Her back cried out as she slammed into it and slowly slid to the ground. She gave a resounding groan as her backside began to throb with the force of the hit. With the force of her hit against the wall, a picture frame lost its battle to stay upon the nail and slam, glass shattered as it impacted her head and slid to the side as Ealora gave a yelp before her eyes rolled upward. Maahes was charging...no wait..the room spun and finally went dark as she slumped to the side unconscious.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Ealora: What a day it had been, Going to assure her sister she was fine to getting knocked out and not knowing what her husband had done to the pirate. Though Ealora had a mind to believe he deserved it whether he had helped her or not. She still didn't like him. Still did not trust him and when she had come to a few minutes later, Maahes was gone and Nic was tending to Shaden...a little to well in her own mind. She gave a hasty apology. Asking Shaden to come to Red Wall that night, for dinner...to stay the night, anything. After a few days with her husband and a sudden renewal, she was worried about him. Sure she had seen him angry but never as angry enough to bowl people over to get to another. No doubt she was worried about Shaden to..but her sister had said Maahes came first, he would always need to. It was hard being torn between two people she loved so dearly. Perhaps it was partly the fault for her temporary madness. In any case, Shaden didn't know of it and Maahes..had let it go. To heal and return, that was her purpose. So it was half a days ride to two and now the other half to get home. The sun was settling low in the sky painting brilliant colors of orange, red, purple and low blues across the sky and darkening places which had before been open to the light of day. The twin mare of their matching horses was pulled into the yard of Red Wall and she had barely stopped when her feet were hitting soil once more. "Maahes!"She called across the yard and towards the house. Worried yes, and a little irritated he had not stuck around either.

Agatha: "Here M'lord, try this." The aged hands of the woman sat on the edge of the oversized bed he shared with his wife. Her hands trembled with a disease of the mind, but were still able to place the silver wire frames across the bridge his nose and tucked them behind his ears. The amber gold of deep brown narrowed with the instant clarification of the room as he peered through the small frames of glass. He was perched against the pillows, his back against the headboard and his hands were resting on his lap. Agatha had been one of the few to travel from Aberdeen to be with the children one of them being her granddaughter, but now they all called her Gran. Her aged face, was precious to Maahes as she reminded him of the woman who kept him and the other children taken care of. He looked forward to sharing his children with her, and for the many years to come. The woman had to sit back and grin at how absolutely different the General looked with the glasses. "How's that M'dear? Can ye' see better, hmm?" The Arab gave a nod, pressing the glasses back against his nose. "You are not so distant." The woman reached out her wrinkled hand and touched his arm lightly. "You keep em' so that ye' nae run your wife over." With that her hunched form rose from the bed and started to make her way down the hall, but Maahes would instantly call her back and refuse to take her spectacles, and they made a promise to have his own made. With that the woman moved down the hall, her skirts trailing behind with each hobble over he cane. "Good afternoon, My dear. Your husband be back that way." As the aged woman passed she took hold of Ealora's arm and squeezed, "And he be in a fine mood today, child. Uh-huh." With that she continued on knowing there was much to do still and not much day to do it in.

Shaden : Shaden had made sure Ealora was ok.. after she had come to and assured her that she was fine.. fending off Nic's over.. protectiveness before her sister.. and promising to come the next day.. In fact she would be coming to stay for a few days to help with the Fall Festival.. as promised.. of course she would bring London and Ride Merri out to red wall but Leo and the rest of the menagerie would stay at home.. and the New Courtesans would arrive on the day of the festivities.. so it was the next day.. before she arrived.. a wagon behind her carrying a few essentials for the festival.. namely her wardrobe.. and shoes.. and a few gifts for the newly weds since she never got to give them any presents when they got married. Of Course.. there had been much discussion and even argument over if Nic should come with her or stay at the Lily... with the girls.. to guard them.. as Shaden arrived in Red Wall valley.. it would be apparent who won the argument.

Ealora: The reins were handed over to a familiar face. Savy from her own crew had been injured in her own attack, now with a permanent limp, he had decided to leave the crew itself and take up residence at Red Wall, to look after the refugees and Ealora who he stilled considered his Captain whether on the crew or off. "Savy stop lookin at my ass"She hissed as she turned from heading inside. "Maahes catches you doing it and there will be the devil to meet..you won't survive employment here." The man had all ready lost his tongue ages ago, wheezed out a laugh with a pull of his shoulders upward and down. He was old enough to be her uncle...surely not her father but he had been loyal and the whizz of a laugh brought a faint smile to her lips. "Away with you, you dolt.." Turning again, she caught the hobbling form of Agatha as the woman caught her arm. The woman hobbled and still was as silent as death! "Hello Agatha...Yes I suppose he is.."She mused with a sigh. The sound of the approaching cart lost on her ears as she headed inside and towards their room. "Maahes...what the devil happened last night?" She took a lean in the doorway to watch him on the bed.

Nic: Yes it was apparent who won that fight as Nicholas himself drove the cart into Red Wall, though a scowl was set on his lips at Shaden riding a horse...in her condition! He shoulda strapped her to the wagon and rode out without the damn horse. Yes the man was in a sour mood but only because it was his employer who wanted to put herself and her baby at risk on a horse. Still, he wasn't her husband. What could he do but insist over and over that he was going..

Maahes: Outside the tall grain yet to be cut swayed in the cold breeze, bent over and broken in many places the fields were bare for the most part, and waited to be tended for the final time. The camps stretched for many yards, little single room huts filled with families and the sound of children laughing as they played in the yard. Though red walls of the temple stood out, the homes felt like they had been there for a very long time, like they were grown with the trees. Agatha watched as the horse drawn cart and it's courtesan rider pulled up on the road and instantly drew the few children to huddle with her. Proper manners you see, and their red cheeks all blazed with the wide eyes of wonderment, was she the Goddess of the sun? Shaden's hair was her trademark it with the way the sun caught it made their hearts race. Inside the Beast sat back and settled into the pillows refusing to get up. He was clothed from the hips down, but bare on the up. Nothing but the smooth soft hairs across his chest to cover the blush as her words entered him. He hung his head like a child, but let his eyes raise to her again so full of shame from his actions, "I couldn't help it, Ealora. He looked at you funny, made a gesture with his eyes to me letting me know he watched you." Spoken so quietly.

Agatha: Outside a few helping the servants of the home started to tend to Shaden's cart willing to do as she asked, but not a single one said their welcome until the wrinkled hands of the woman pressed forward the small group of orphans. Most of them were girls from the mid range of age, the oldest nearly 14 with eyes of pure blue and hair the color of a raven, and the youngest who kept behind the skirts of the woman had hair like sunshine and the rose tinted cheeks. "Good afternoon, Madame, welcome to the lands of Bant Chan.." The oldest was lost on her words and turned worried eyes to Agatha but quickly found her footing again and continued, "Ser. To the land of our Lord General Asad Aziem, Akanairo Kabe, the Red Wall." With that she gave a curtsy of perfect proportions and the old woman smiled, "Very good," She gave a small laugh extending her hand to Shaden, "Welcome back sweet child." The rest of the children gave their hellos and greetings, and perhaps Shaden knew how important it was to learn such trade. However after everyone the smallest would say nothing, and due nothing but hide behind the skirts of her Gran.


Shaden: Merri would be brought to a halt near the abode of the General and her sister.. and without waiting for Nic to get out of the cart she had slide to the ground before the gaggle of children and their grandmother.. waiting while the oldest girls gave their best proper greetings and curtseys, they were met with her own graceful curtsey that showed her respect for their manners and their proprity " Thank you for the kind welcome.. I'm sure the Lord General is most please to have such a graceful and beautiful welcome committee " to each girl she nodded in turn making sure each one gained proper credit for their manners until she came to the last one who hid behind the Grandmothers skirts.. to this one she knelt down before the grandmother and held out a soft delicate hand.. " And who do we have here.. ?" her voice was sweet and cajoling to the little one.. as her palm opened and a stick of hard candy was produced.. " It's my favorite.. taste like strawberries.. but I can't eat any more... would you help me.. and take it ?" of course she had some for all the children but somthing about the golden haired apple cheeked tot pulled at her heartstrings.. she had never known a childhood at all.. Behind her she knew Nic was scowling in dissiporaval of her riding but thehealer had said it would be fine until she started to show.. and he did get to win one part.. he couldn't win everything!

Ealora: "Lords nightgown..that man will watch anything will two legs.."Though she said it with a sigh, she gave a laugh after. Even in that moment she couldn't be angry. Her husband was just to damn cute for words. So jealous over her. So protective and now pouting like a child. How could she not help but laugh. Gliding across the room, she paused to turn her eyes to the stained glass window bearing the picture in colored glass of the Shadow Storm. Besides the necklace of red glass which hung around her neck, it was the second sweetest thing he had ever done for her. He seemed to have a knack for taking her breath away. Turning her eyes away from the window, she moved towards the bed, kneeling upon it with her knees and crawling up his body before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his lips. "Are you all right? Are you hurt anywhere?" Raising back up onto her hands and knees to look him over for any wounds. He had followed Perry out of the window for Christ sake.

Nic: The cart was pulled to stop behind the horse and he sat back, stretching and working the crinks out of his muscles from the long ride. Why did her sister and brother in law have to live all the way out here anyways? Granted the valley was beautiful, picture perfect but it unsettled the old knight. To many promises and hopes hung on the wind. He was not a man who took hope well...even as he preached about it. Seeing Shaden all ready on the ground, he took his time climbing from the cart and moved around to help the others who had come to unload the wagon. A hum of a laugh passed his lips. The wonderstruck children and the sweet nature of Shaden, even he couldn't help but find pleasantry in it. Hmm, the old knight mused in his mind. Something Shaden had said catching his ears but the look was suddenly gone and he was hulling one of Shaden trunks from the back of the wagon. Shoes no doubt. The woman must of had a bedroom full of shoes..

Agatha: All of the girls giggled, and looked upon Shaden as an idle with all of the boys being taken for squires what would become of them? This--her--all the fancy jewels and clothes it was enough to even make the old woman's mouth water. Who would not want their daughters grown to become such a woman making her life of her own will and not some man. The oldest with hair the color of night, kept her posture particularly perfect while the others all giggled. "She'll not take it, Ma'am." Though the child's bright blue eyes were full of wonderment she would not move an inch, just stood there without reason. "She's too afraid." Her voice was an even tone, with her chin raised to perfect her diction. "She don't talk none, either." Another giggled like a wild fool, as she grinned wide from a freckled face. The small one quickly moved to the other side of the old woman to get away from Shaden. "Don't mind her, we have much work to do still with that one." The old face of Agatha grinned and started for the walk way."Come now, you've barely beat the Mrs. home." "I hurt no where, but I fear I might have killed that man." If not the rats will. Outside he could hear the cackle of little girls and he took a deep breath was there to be no peace? "Your sister is here?" Did he hear Shaden's voice? Or was it the million questions each child started to ask, Will you be here long? Can we see what you brought? Does your feet hurt in those shoes? What is the city like? Do you curl your hair? You know things a gaggle of little girls would ask.

Shaden : The candy was pressed into the Grandmothers hands with a soft smile.. " See she gets it please.. " she stood not wanting to make the child anymore uncomfortable then necessary.. to Merri she turned taking out a bag of hard candy that was plenty for all the children in the settlement.. almost ten pounds and gave it to the eldest " I'm trusting you to hand it out to all.. it's a very important task.. " she smiled and winked.. as the children begin to question her.. " Yes indeed you will all see the things I have brought.. as the two biggest trunks are for you " she nodded to those taking down the trunks and then.. to the Grandmother.. as the girls practically pounced on the trunks " I know winter is harsh and most of them do not have adequate clothing.. so I brought some things for the children.. in sizes from infants to older children.. if there is not enough I will bring more.. " she turned watching the girls pulling out the clothes.. well made warm woolen dresses and undergarments.. and there was a trunk of boys clothing as well.. her face alight at the delight of the children.. " It is good to see them smile.. they've been thru so much.. " for long moments she just stood and watched them completely lost in the moment..

Ealora: "Maybe...but with good reason perhaps."She placed another kiss against his lips. Lord was he sulking or what. Shifting to the edge of the bed before she sat against it, turning her ear and face towards the wind and doorway. "Yes...I made her promise she would come and visit...she also promised to help set up for the Fall Festival and since when did she become just my sister and not Shaden your friend and likeness to a sister to you?" Celadon eyes slid his way, for a moment she feared he was not going to let go of the fight they had, the rumors she had admitted drove her insane. She lifted off the bed and moved to the window, through the stained glass she watched the candy and clothing being passed out and grinned. Shaden bless her heart, was a better woman then she would ever be. Turning away from the window, she leaned against the wall to cross her arms over her chest. "What's wrong Maahes? You've never let a fight get you down as you are now...not even one of our own." Yes she knew she should go greet Shaden but Maahes mood..worried her.

Maahes: "I'm just tired." He spoke quietly taking hold of her hand, "It's getting cold out." Perhaps it was just the time of the year, but he just felt strange. However like a true soldier he smiled, pressing through those boundaries. Sitting up and kicking his feet over the side he stood to cross the distance between he and the chair that was victim to the heavy fabric of his robe,and soon the material fell over his naked chest. "Come, let's go see our Sister." With that he held out his hand, as he slipped his feet into the sandals at the foot of their bed. Outside the oldest gave a quick nod, eyes alive and very close to tears, and she rushed to help the others. "They spirits are high, but it is now they touch the stars, child. You help them with this, it is a hard world we live in as women. Let us hope they will, grow to work for you someday, hmm?" Adjusting the babe upon her hip who had wiggled her way up, she knew it would not be long before the child was asleep and for that she was thankful. Too old she was to be lifting on such a thing. "This one is my blood child. The daughter of my son, God rest his soul." As soon as the babe was asleep she sent for the oldest and she quickly came to take the child and put her to sleep. "I'll go start supper." Knowing Maahes was still awake and soon would be wanting his dinner. Shaden : She nodded to the Grandmother.. " Tis a sweet blessing you have to hold after loosing a son.. " a delicate hand touched the baby's soft hair. lovingly.. then fell to her own belly as the girl took the child away.. to be put to sleep for the night... " I'll just be a while with the children.. I brought books.. too.. " she moved to the cart.. where Nic stood her hip bumping his.. " You can quit being mad now.. I'm perfectly fine.. " a winsome and enchanting smile was given to him as the soft green skirts swirled about his feet.. " Can you help with this crate of books.. I wanted to give them to Ealora.. to pass out to the children... " her hand laid on his sleeve briefly as if in peace offering..

Ealora: A slender brow rose in suspicion though she was one to talk. She rarely wanted to get out of bed lately. Still there was the families to see to, the children and now the Fall Festival to host. So much to do in such a short time. If she pulled all of her hair out, would Maahes be upset? Probably so, he was gaga over her hair. Curling her fingers into his own, she moved at a slow and leisurely pace as they headed out to the yard to see Shaden...with the children. Ealora caught the stray of her sisters hand to her belly and her brow rose again in wonder before the thought passed and she hummed in a small laugh. "Sometimes I think you should of been the Generals wife..You are far better at the graceful ad loving lady position then I am sister.."She called out in a light tease, at least a small testament that the insanity that had plagued her was gone.

Nic: "I'm not mad, only worried..first falling and then riding while with child...it concerns me is all.."Spoken quietly as his arms paused, stretched out to take out the next trunk as her arm fell upon it. His head turned and he humphed a small laugh as gloved hand groaned as it covered her own, lifting it and placing a soft kiss against her knuckles. His own peace offering.

Maahes: Shaden always seemed to fill him with mixed emotions. It turned his stomach to think the woman with another man, like the over protective brother who shouldn't worry of her own safety. Yet there was a very big part of him, that simply wanted to hold her because he felt no one else would...at least without falling in love with her. Was it so wrong to feel that way? Upon reaching the pair he slipped his hands over Shaden's hips and pulled her into a hug; holding her tightly. "Welcome home." He whispered into her hair and then let her go to reach his hand out to Nic in greeting, "You as well." Woah...someone check his head?

Shaden: The blush that stained her cheeks after the kiss to her hand was enough to confirm the tiff was over.. at least for now.. Round one Nic.. Round Two Shaden.. even odds ... on round three.. suddenly she was grasp up into a well not bear hug but Maahes hug.. shocked and surprised in a delighted way.. she hugged him back softy kissing his chin.. cause that's all she could reach.. " Thank you brother mine " she chuckled wiggling in his arms to look at Ealora.." I think you make a perfect Generals wife.. cause I just don't fit " she looked like a doll upside Maahes brutish form.. " I will stay as the doting and loving Sister to you both.. I relish my role.. and I don't have to put up with the fights !" she grinned and winked at them both.. smiling even more as Maahes extended a hand toward Nic... " Sir Stryker has been Kind enough to Insist he accompany me.. for safety's sake " she wrinkled her nose at Nic from beside Maahes almost playfully goading . The children behind them still ooohhhhing and ahhhhhing over the clothes and coats she had brought...

Nic: Perfect calm turned to surprise then back again as the hand was offered out to him. Swinging gloved hand around, he clasped the General's hand into his own and gave it a firm squeeze and shake. "Its a pleasure to be here General..You have a beautiful home." He released the mans hand and turned a grin at Ealora. "You make a beautiful wife Lady Aziem. I wouldn't doubt it, wives come in all shapes and forms. Your perfect for the General...as your sister will be for someone someday." Wrinkled nose of Shaden noticed, he could only grin back in her direction as he said the latter. Ok so he would pay for it later but he couldn't help but tease the ladies. An old Hermit but a charming one.

Ealora: Her hand loosened from his as he moved forward to hug Shaden. She was second to hug her and place a gentle kiss against her sisters cheek. "Yes Welcome Home." she let out a laugh and bumped her hip with Shaden's. "I'll have you know its not the fights that make it worth while..its the make..up...afterwards."She teased with a laugh. "I rather think though that Agatha likes you more then me.."Her voice lowered a touch"Though I don't think the woman likes me much at all."A wink given and her voice rose again. "I'm glad you both came..I'll need your help, don't think I could set up all on my lonesome. I'm a sea Captain not an event planner...though Shaden my dear, your looking more and more bright each day. I'm glad...I was worried.."

Maahes: His heart broke hearing his wife speak of the old woman and that she may not like her. That the title of General's Wife had been a plague to him ever since Eirian. It was a noble title, as the woman ran the household not he, that she must have thick skin to know her love ran off to war and she was forbidden. To build him an empire only watch as he was taken..this was what hurt him even now. After giving Nic a half-hearted shake he moved to stand behind his wife and press her back against his chest. "She's doing a great job, you should see my chair." He grinned one of those full faced smiles that lit up even his eyes. "And she..uh.." Well she does great in the bed..but in truth Ealora wasn't really able to enjoy the house between being kidnapped and then all the fights. In truth he had noticed how she was a fish out of water, and though he knew his gift would help he worried that it would not be enough. "She does what she can." Good save. With that he bent to kiss the back of her head and take a deep breath inhaling the scent of her. "and if Agatha doesn't like you I'll send her to the castle. She can live there." He whispered to his wife though knowing the rest would hear.

Shaden : "well Agatha doesn't get the final say so in who Maahes married.. that would be his and your choice.. " she grinned at her sister.. then shot an ohh your gonna pay for that remark cant of her brow to Nic.. someone's wife indeed.. that was not likely to happen.. there were women who were meant to get married and women who weren't Shaden was one of the latter group and she knew it.. no use having thoughts of what would never come to pass that was sheer folly and only led to heartache.. the surest path to a broken heart.. want something you cannot have.. and believe you deserve it.. all that had ended nights ago.. she had decided that the important thing was the child she carried and that she would make a life for it.. devoted totally to becoming a good mother.. she had reconciled to not having the time.. to devote to foolish notions.. but in truth it gave her a bandage to put on her wounded heart to believe.. that it was her decision and not one that had been made by harsh words and slamming doors.. her thoughts had brought out a thundercloud in her eyes as Ealora's words sifted thru to find purchase... " Ohhh yes much better.. feeling much better.. and I'll do whatever I can to help... " she smiled to cover up the fact she had missed part of the conversation.. just as the small yorkie pup started whining from its place in her pack.. " Ohhh London I almost forgot about you... " she pulled the yorki out and nuzzled it then let it loose where it immediately ran toward the grass and piddled.. she chuckled softly as the children begin to play with the puppy .. and smiled wistfully " Do you have enough things for them all.. is there anything else they need?" it was obvious Shaden loved children.. in the way she seemed to almost melt at the very sight of them.. hands straying to her belly as a soft look of knowing was cast toward Nic..

Ealora: Her arms curled over Maahes, bringing them around her as she leaned back against him, humming a soft moan of contentment. She had only been joking about Agatha. Still it was hard for Ealora to warm up to a female...that wasn't Shaden. The two of them had clicked and bonded as sisters all most instantly. How could any other woman compare? Though she knew what Agatha meant to Maahes, he was tender with the old woman and the old woman was set in her way, there wasn't much Ealora could do about it. She let out a laugh as Maahes tried to explain all that she did in wifely ways. Failing and saving both at the same time. It didn't matter that she could hardly sew or that she couldn't cook, it was all about love right? It was all about love and in that she made up for it and more for the man she held like he was a breath of wind to early gone, was more then she had ever loved. She had said it many times, he was her soul mate, the one saving grace that had saved her from a life of bloodshed. He would never know the depth of what she felt for him, what he did to her, how much he meant to her but she was resigned to show him as much as possible, even if he would never truly know. "Agatha goes no where, you love her to much to send her to the castle. I was only teasing, we get along fine." Her head leaned into the kiss before she was groaning "You brought the rag mop with you?" She huffed a sigh and shook her head"I'm sure we've enough for the children now..I'll let you know if there is anything you missed..You really.."She stopped, her head tilting at the way Shaden caressed her stomach. She knew that look...she knew that touch. "Shaden..."Her voice deepened as she gave her a curious look, one that said she would know if she was lying. "Is there something your not telling us?"

Nic: Oh yes he was very much aware he would be getting it later. He only chuckled and leaned against the cart to watch the family talking. For a moment his own heart squeezed. No one knew his was all that was left of his family line. He was intent on keeping that way. No pity for him. Life had been unkind but one dealt with it and he dealt with it in the only way he knew how, the way he had always dealt with life. Shut up and watch others. His head tilted downward as Shaden gave him that knowing look. A grin itched against his lips then slid offward before he was clearing his throat and pointing a gloved hand at the house. "I'll...take her things inside." He was no coward and should anything arise, he would be there, but this was her family and he had no part in it. With a nod of his head he was turning to lift a trunk of her clothing from the cart and move towards the home.

Maahes: "You will be staying too Nic? I fear I might have taken all of your trouble. I detained all of the Pirate's crew and had them arrested. They await trial, but no doubt will be hung." He passed eyes to the dog and the children before returning his gaze to the ladies, and their guard. "You are more then welcome. If I did not say that, before." Manners sheesh. "Ealora snores so you might want to move her down the hall." He teased.....O.O.....

Shaden : Her head lifted to look at her sister quizzically not understanding what she was getting at at all... and shook her head softly '" Ohh I brought books for the children.. they are in this crate " she patted the crate on the end of the cart.. and smiled.. and be careful with that crate it's a wedding present for you two.. they are breakable.. be very very careful, inside the crate was service for 30 in azure blown glass that was just the color of the ocean.. in the center of each plate.. a red swirl of color that was the letters E and M intertwined in a fiery display... the rims dipped in gold.. plate cups saucers goblets bowls everything they would need at their noble table.. a grin was cast at Nicolas.. " See you thought it was all shoes " she chuckled then looked at Maahes as he spoke of the Pirates " Maahess you.. did not put.. Jean Claude in Jail.. he's no pirate.. he's a healer.." her tone was not a happy one.. " he attended me when I fainted and was quite gentlemanly " she looked at Ealora for confirmation " Tell him Ealora... Jean Claude is not a pirate"

Ealora: She scuffed with a laugh as she lightly elbowed Maahes in the ribs"I do not snore! More like you moan and move in your sleep." She teased in return though a serious look did come over her face at Shaden. She heaved a sigh and shook her head, better to not say it then be wrong and get into a fight with her sister. "Nevermind. oh books for the children. I have been telling them stories from my own memory but they will love that thank you. A wedding gift? Oh Shaden darling you didn't have to." She snuggled back into her husbands arms. There was so much to do and here they were standing around and talking. At Shaden urging, she could only nod her head. "She is right Maahes..JC did attend her...I do not believe him a pirate...to well mannered and well dressed for it."

NIC: "I will stay yes. If only to watch over My Lady Shaden.."He paused from carrying the trunk in and turned to answer the General with a nod of his head. A grin teased on his lips"I appreciate the offer...and will be sure to wear earplugs...excuse me while I take this inside, its rather heavy...shoes.."A teasing grin went towards Shaden before he was moving inside again.

Maahes: Maahes stood there a moment, as if afraid to move..they were all not fighting and he didn't want to hurt anyone. "The gifts are wonderful, thank you." Big grin. Big grin..yeap just keep that. "I forced no one to go. My men could not arrest without reason, but all went willingly in due of their captain. They are guilty for serving under the flag.." He passed worried eyes in-between the girls and took a deep breath. "They will on trial within the fall of next month, Shaden..Ealora..I am so sorry."

Shaden: There was a moment when it looked like she would begin an argument.. her mouth opened to speak then closed abruptly... as she though over her words first.. " This week is for celebration.. of your marriage.. I will not argue the point until after the festival.. but I will then.. Maahes... " she stepped up to Ealora and Maahes offering a kiss on the cheek to both... " I need to go see to my things.. I will see you... at dinner.. thank you for your hospitality " a soft hand lingered on Ealora's shoulder a moment.. before she called the little dog and headed toward the room Nic had selected for her.. the rag mop trailing behind

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Nic: Whatever had happened out in the yard after his departure was lost on the Knights ear. There was safety at Red Wall. He felt it as sure as he felt the peace of the lands. Perhaps it was a bit unsettling to the old knight who was used to tense days and nights. Constant battle, and at the lily, there was a reason to be on constant guard because it was Shaden's home. Safe in a sense but those of ill intent could always find a way. Yet with the General and his pirate wife present and as this was their home, there was always that extra sense of security but now he had new lands to learn, for the time they would be spending here. Silvery Blue eyes were memorizing the halls even as he followed after the old woman to the guest room. Later tonight he would walk the halls in darkness to better get a sense of what could be lurking unseen. The trunk he carried was set down within the room as he swept through the open door. Safe against the wall where no one would trip over it as he moved this way and that within the small room. His room would be right across from hers, it seemed to fall on deaf ears as he seemed to be ignoring the old woman but finally a nod of his head would see her moving away...to attend the pirate...to attend the house, who knew.*

Shaden : Sometime later he would hear her arrived, muttering to herself about Maahes and his insufferable ways.. calling for a bath, sending the servants to gather a tub and things a lady needed.. then he would hear the yapping of the small dog, and playful nature of Shaden behind the closed doors.. playing monster to the brave little dogs hero no doubt..

The servants would be on parade bringing the tub and buckets of hot water steaming down the hall one of the girl casting glances toward him as they past... with an offering smile "DO you be needing a bath as well Sir.. I can have one brought to you.. and attend you if you wish " the pale blond cast dark honeyed eyes at him the offer plain as day.

Shaden : It was at that Moment Shaden opened the door across the hall to see the girl propositioning him with a bath.. a copper brow raised as she let the servants in with her bath water and tub.. a odd look on her face.. as she waited to see if he would accept the offer.. it wasn't unusual for servants to offer such.. intimate services to guest.. indeed in most houses it was expected and how comely girls such as the pale blond beauty made extra coin.. The servants however cast a dark look at the girl.. to ambitious that one didn't understand discretion.. it was rumored she was a bastard child of a Noble Clansman.. and that was the source of her ways.. " Come Mistress your bath awaits you "one of the middle aged chambermaids announce loudly enough so that her voice carried alerting Nic to Shaden’s proximity Abruptly she turned inside the door, her gaze catching his for just a moment.. before the door slammed..

Nic: Slowly he moved from her room into his, to again check it out. There was only a moment to give the room a brief glance as he heard Shaden moving down the hall, the yipping dog following. Moving to the doorway of the room, he watched the servants scurrying to do as bid, the tub and buckets of water. The pale blonde beauty was given a stern scowl. He was an old man, there was no missing the offer behind the first. Gloved hand groaned as he clasped the doorway to turn silvery blue eyes down at the woman. "A bath would be fine...but I need no assistance..and I would hope Madame, you would find more pride in yourself then to be so blunt. Find other ways to use such a talent..not this.."His voice was low even though the others had all ready heard her offer. He did not want to embarrass the girl. From his pocket he produced a few coins and slipped them into the girls hand, it perhaps looked as if he was accepting the girls offer of assistance but his voice continued low."To keep you honest..but remember..men who would take this offer of yours lightly without thought are not worth your time...being a lady..a true lady will attract the right kind of man..and you'll be much happier for it." The girl called out for another bathtub and water to be brought in. His eye caught hers, did she think he had just taken the offer? The door slammed and he sighed as he moved to gently rap against it, even as the tub was brought into his room. "My lady Shaden.." He spoke to the doorway, what was he going to say, I didn't take her offer. Well he didn't but he sighed and put a hand against the door. "Enjoy your bath...if you need me, I'll be in my own rooms.." with that he turned and moved into his room, shutting the door behind him. Ah hot water, his muscles were aching all ready.

Shaden: She stood there looking at the door as he rapt gently upon it.. the chambermaid behind her looking on with curiosity as she listened to his voice.. but did not answer..."enjoy my bath ?" she scowled at the door.. then turned facing the steaming tub.. crossing to her cloak she pulled out a few coins " Thank you I will need nothing further tonight " she pressed the coins into the woman’s hands and dismissed her.. the door opening and closing just enough for her to see Nick's own closed door across the hall.. then it closed and she was alone.. save London who had curled up beside the fireplace on a small pillow... " yes well if I had servants throwing themselves at me I would ... enjoy my bath " she snorted talking to the dog as she begin to undress.. tossing her clothing haphazardly on the end of the bed.. and slipping into the steaming water.. with a sigh of relaxation.. she hoped she would sleep well tonight.. she hadn't rested well.. since.. well.. since she slept in Nic's arms the night she told him of the pregnancy.. the trip out to red wall.. all the drama.. and the morning sickness that still plagued her were taking a toll..that accompanied with sleepless nights were exhausting her. Half dozing in the tub for what seemed like a peaceful forever.. the water begin to chill.. and she realized she should complete her bath.. before she turned into a block of ice in a copper tub.. reaching for a ceramic ewer to poor over her head to wash her hair.. it tipped and tilted doing a wobbly dance before it crashed against the stone floor.. echoing like a crash of thunder and lightening.. " Damm " she cursed.. and looked heavenward.. before deciding to wet her hair the old fashioned way.. and dunked beneath the water..

Nic: He moved around the steaming tub as he slowly worked off his tunic and breeches and tossed them to the floor. The glove was the last thing and was tossed onto the nightstand, with no one there it was easy to display fingers horribly scarred from tips of fingers to the palm of his hand and all the way around looking more like ground meat then hand. With the glove off, fingers curled into a palm on instinct and loose of feeling to control them. Balancing with his left hand, he climbed into the tub and sank down to his chin. Where pregnant women always so moody? He really didn't know. Soren had kept her pregnancy a secret till showing up on his doorstep ready to pop. Years of experience had him washed head to toe with one hand within a span of a only a few minutes. Didn't want to prune did he but he did find himself sinking back within the soapy water, enjoying the feeling of hot water relaxing stiff muscles. He knew it was time to get out as his face hit soapy water, invading his mouth. He coughed and sputtered spitting what soap he could from his mouth as he climbed from the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. It was then he heard the clatter in Shaden room. Without thought the door was flung open and he was flinging her door open while jumping inside, looking for any assailant present. Seeing none and Shaden underneath the water, his heart leapt just as his body did, grabbing her arm and yanking her above the water"Shaden! Are you all right?!"

Shaden : She gasp as she was hauled up from the water unexpectedly.. sputtering and looking at him as if he had gone mad... " I'm washing my hair " she offered.. with a look on her face that was confused.. then her eyes took in his towel wrapped hips.. and her hand flew to her mouth.. to stifle the laughter that bubbled up.. behind it to no avail.. soft ascensions of sound that flitted thru the air of honest humor.. not realizing that she was on display for him.. even more than he for her... " Whatever has gotten into you ?" already the broken ewer had been forgotten.. then it dawned on her and she blushed... her arms moving to cross over her breast.. now in modesty, " I knocked it over when I was going to douse my hair.. I was going to clean it up.. after I got out " she offered sheepishly.. still holding back a fit of giggles.. her knight in shining.. Bath towel?

Nic: He let out the breath he was holding in as she said she was washing her hair. Well at least no one had knocked her out! He watched her hand moving her mouth, still holding onto her arm. She was laughing? Why was she...ohhhh! The realization that he was only in a towel hit but not more then the way he body was displayed...not really on purpose. He could not help but stare at her pert breasts peeking out at him, glistening with the water that still clung to them. What did she just ask him? His mouth hung open, whether in shock or..pure honest to god lust he wasn't even sure as he released her arm. "I..uh..I..hmm"He muttered and sputtered as she blushed and covered up her the very thing he continued to stare at and finally his eyes moved to her face as he gave a shake of his head to clear even the image from his mind. "I thought you were in trouble..."He finally offered after her explanation. Silver blue eyes swept to the broken ewer then back to her face."Leave it, I'll clean it up after you're done...I'm...sorry.."He began to move back towards the door.

Shaden : " Don't worry about it.. go back to your Lady Friend and finish your bath.. I assure you I can take care of myself " she reached for a small cake of scented soap.. and begin to wash the sodden copper locks.. her face turned away from him.. was that.. pique he heard in her voice.. where had the laughter gone...? From the door way he would be treated to nothing more than the sight of her back.. delicately boned neck.. down to the shapely curve of where hip flared and disappeared beneath the water.. as her hand worked the lather into her curls.. had she dismissed him.. what was going on ?

Nic: "I have no lady friend in my room...and my bath is com.."His words died as he turned back only to find her backside turned his way as she washed. Lord all might she was going to be the death of him. He couldn't help but watch as she soaped up her curls. Each move as mesmerizing as if he had stumbled upon a wood nymph, or some mystical creature he was not supposed to see but did. Slowly he moved towards her and pulled a stool in behind her and the tub. "Move your hand.."Baritone voice was in a near whisper but commanding enough that he meant it. Leaning his right hand on his knee as he bent to take up a cloth on the ground, dip it into the water beside her then reach for the soap, the rag was set upon the towel on his knee, the soap inside it and then rub rub rub to grasp soap into the towel before he was dropping the soap into the tub with her. Curling the rag around his hand, he moved to scrub at her neck though it was with a gentle touch, as if he was going to break her if he did it any harder. "Lean forward and I'll get your back.."He was staring at her hair as he spoke, at least looking there then anywhere else.

Shaden : "it is none of my business who is in your room" she quipped thinking him leaving only to hear the door shut.. then his hands upon her neck softly washing... the commanding whisper.. stilling her protest... as the rag warmed with the feel of his hand soothed over her skin.. leaning forward her breath caught in her lungs for a moment.. arms winding about her knees.. as he scrubbed her back tenderly... dark lashes veiled her eyes and she was quiet.. almost afraid to speak lest she say something she would regret.. a gentle soft purr released from her full lips... relaxing under his expertise.

Nic: For a few moments he let the silence ring as he scrubbed the rag over her backside down to the waters edge and then back up in slow even circles, much slowly then a quick one two of his own back. "I have not...been with a woman since my wife..my marriage was sacred. I didn't even take a woman to my bed when we parted ways, even after my son was born..even after he was born, it was only her when we reunited just a few months ago after five years apart. I have not taken a woman to my bed since her death either. Women are not to be men’s playthings to use at our leisure when we feel the need arising..though I admit in my youth I was less inclined to believe so. Do you truly think so little of me Shaden?" The rag was laid on the side of the tub as he used his hand to scoop water from the tub and pour onto his back over and over, his fingers smoothing down her back to wipe the soap still lingering downward, easier to rinse away when it was lower. "I gave that girl some money, told her it would keep her honest but to be honest in other respects, that nothing good would come from being so open in giving herself. To save it for an honorable and good man..I bathed alone."

Shaden : She had the grace to feel shame listening to him speak it was clear there was still heartache and grief in this man over his wife and child's death and that he held that grief like a shield.. keeping others from seeing inside.. yet he had trusted her... to a glimpse.. and she had betrayed that trust with her irritable moods.. " If fact.. Nicholas.. I think highly of you.. and tis nothing more than my own irritation and grumpiness that makes me say such things.. forgive me.." she turned halfway to face him after his hands smoothed over her back the last time... eyes now softened and face tender and shamed at her behavior... "I cannot excuse myself.. enough on this matter... you are so kind to me.. and yet.. I've..been ..churlish " she looked down.. and took his hand that settled on the rim of the tub.. the right one.. tenderly into her hands and lifted it to her lips.. brushing a kiss across the scared skin... her eyes then lifting to meet his... "I'm sorry "

Nic: His hand which had come to rest on the side of the tub came up to brush a wet curl away from her eyes back into the mass of wet curls around her head. "You are entitled to your moodiness, perhaps come with the condition."He leaned forward on the stool to brush a tender kiss across her forehead before sitting back again just as she took his hand into her own. His jaw locked, many times in his youth when a female saw his hand they cringed in disgust and never really knowing of the situation and her she was kissing at the scarred skin. "You're forgiven.." His fingers curled around her own that held his hand and he brought her hand up to brush his lips against her knuckles. "I can't imagine you've ever had it easy in your life Shaden...probably a constant battle as my own, though not with weapons...you deserve kindness, but its hard to accept..."He leaned forward again, this time instead of reaching for her forehead, he leaned in for her cheek to place a tender kiss upon the smooth flesh. "It takes time..but I will not abandon you..I give you my word..my promise.."Spoken in a soft whisper at her ear before he turned his head to place another kiss against her cheek.

Shaden : As he pulled away the second time.. she gave him an almost heart stopping look.. it was trust.. and belief.. that shone in her eyes.. it was the thing that was almost always missing behind those glassine orbs.. so expressive.. unable to hide.. or so it seemed.. ever emotion played behind the frozen green depths.. when something that was missing appeared.. it was almost stunning.. " You shame me with your understanding.. that I did not see the same in you.” a soft shiver as the water begin to chill... " when someone is used to being seen.. as a product it is .. almost unbelievable when they are noticed as a man or a woman.. " was she speaking of him... as a knight.. her as a courtesan.. or in general.. or both.. " Her lips pressed against his cheek softly, her hand still holding the mangled and scarred extension of his misery... gently yet firmly... "I've been so..surprised by this.. pregnancy and every thing it means.. I think.. I'm still stunned... trying to figure out what's next.

Nic: As he sat back upon the stool, he let out a sigh. His muscles beginning to stiffen again but the sigh was lost on his lips with the look on her face. She truly was stunning. Naked in a tub and it did not matter..she was a stunning woman, just breathtaking. "I do not mean to shame you Shaden.."He noticed her shudder and reached for a towel, tossing it over his shoulder only stilling when her lips found his cheek in return. "You don't have to know all the answers right now..I only had a day to grasp I was to be a father...half the time I didn't know what I was doing but your instinct will kick in." As he spoke, he leaned into her wrapping his left arm around her, underneath her armpits and rose, pulling her up with him, pressing her firmly against his chest so she didn't slip in the cold soapy water. "You were amazing with those refugee kids..so gentle and kind...thinking about them. It will be the same with your child."His arm uncurled from around her as he wiggled his other hand from her grasp. It was obvious the man had difficulty uncurling his fingers on his right hand but he did it, as the towel was spread out, left hand releasing it as it was thrown about her shoulders, leaning into her to find the edge before pulling back and wrapping it around her body before she was lifted into his arms, out of the tub and moved over to the bed. "You are a remarkable woman Shaden, not because of your profession but your ability to care for others out of the sheer goodness of your heart. To care about them more then you do yourself. You radiate goodness, kindness and people flock to that, to know you..to have your friendship..your brother in law is an idiot...a good man but an idiot for believing men only flock to you for more then just your friendship.."Slowly he set her down upon the bed before moving to the hearth to poke the dying fire back to life. Another towel was collected as he moved back to her and sat beside her, working the towel open with one hand as his fingers had curled again into his palm. The towel was wiggled and worked around her head, for her hair. He was no good at working a towel with one hand on someone else.

Shaden : She laughed as she was bundled and then picked up " Nicholas I think you should know I'm pregnant not cripple , you do not have to carry me everywhere " arms went round his neck after he had swaddled her in the towel pressed against his body.. anyone seeing them might think them a married couple or lovers.. how tenderly he treated her.. once on the bed and he begin to dry her hair she realized he was having difficulty.. " here... let me.." she slipped the towel from his fingers her own caressing his as she did... "I'm capable of drying my hair... " she settled facing him as the towel worked over her hair... it was the first time she had seen him without a shirt on.. and yes she looked she wasn't a nun.. " Maahes. is conventional.. he thinks women should be wives and mothers.. and that anything less is a sin.. and while his intentions toward me are.. concern and love of a sister.. sometimes he's just a bullheaded brat who will not bend. But I know he means well... he is a good man.. and good for my sister.. " she smiled gently thinking of what a fine coupling they made.. perfect for each other.. " She deserves a man who loves her with that passion ...and devotion.. and she found it.. " the towel was dropped to her lap now that her curls had sprung back to life and were half dry... taking his hands both in hers.. she spoke softly " What happened."

Nic: He let out a laugh as he let her attend to her hair. He couldn't help to attend to her. It just felt right...natural. He waited patiently while she rubbed the towel against her head, the curls springing back to life as they dried. Stunning, just stunning. She was like a deep inhale, a breath of fresh air at all times. Yes he was watching her face but that did not stop him from noticing her body. He was a male, human. He let out a hum of a laugh as he let out a sigh and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't get the General..I see he is a good man, loves his wife very much. Loves you like a sister...but the brutish nature...I just don't get. Nor how that sister fell in love with him." He let his shoulders rise and fall into a shrug. "But they do seem happy together..as much as she deserves love...you do as well Shaden, someone who will indeed treat you like a Queen but love and respect you like a woman..I have faith for you.."Silvery blue eyes cast downward as she took his hand into her own. Another sigh as his head turned to the side. "A wolf went to attack my sister while we were heading come through the woods. Knocked us both off our horses...by the time I looked up it had her skirts, was trying to carry her off into the woods. I lunged at it but it caught on and grabbed my hand, wouldn't let go, just kept shaking it and tearing at it...Lily hit it with a tree branch and it let go and took off..never saw it again.."

Shaden : She listened intently as he spoke of the accident that had mangled his hand... her eye showing the empathy and sadness for his loss, for she knew from her time working with Dr Yannos .. that men who had lost or had parts of them damaged often grieved over it like the loss of a loved one.. the Men on the battlefield whom she had helped nurse.. and some she had helped into eternal bliss.. being the last face they saw as they met their maker.. some had been wounded far worse than Stryker... some had lost whole limbs.. and some their lives to infection after the limbs had been taken.. " Tis a miracle you both survived.. and lucky for her you were there... " she smiled softly and reached up brushing back his still damp dark hair from those intriguing silvery blue eyes... "Do not waste your time believing in a happily ever after for me with a husband I do not think.. it's in the cards for me..." her hands settled over the towel at her tummy " Jack... is less than happy with things... and I must say... I've decided that this child.. is what's important.. I shall not be looking for more than that.. My mothering this child is what is important now.. and I can do so alone... " Jacks.. reaction had left her broken.. but she refused to let it show.. not even to the mirror.. and herself.. she shoved the hurt and frustration down deep and moved on with her life..what other choice did she have.

Nic: "I loved my sister very dearly..I would of given my life for hers.."He spoke as his eyes turned up from her holding his head to her brushing away the damp locks away from his eyes. "I did not say husband.."His lips curled into a brief smile before his left hand found a place over her own on her stomach. "Jack is a fool...but you are right, this child is what's important." His arm shifted against her own, curling around her side and dragging her to him, chest to chest in a hug as he let out a sigh nuzzling his face against her cheek. "You will not be alone though...I would bet my life on it....I will protect your child...as I do you..as if it were..my own.."

Shaden : "It's not his fault he feels as he does.. things changed after I was taken by the Bruce... nothing has been right since.. I've changed... it's hard for a man to accept his woman has been used by another.. and may be carrying that child.. I can find no fault in his reactions.. as most men would have felt the same.. and I do ... think he tried.. " as she was pulled against him she snuggled into his embrace... " Nic.." she breathed his name softly and pulled back gently... " I... I..." she stammered uncomfortably for a moment... " I do not want your pity.. nor... have I meant.. to lead you into thinking.. that I wanted.." her face flamed darkly as she tried to convey.. that she wasn't ready for another relationship.. that she didn't know where she stood with Jack.. and that her life was an excoriating mess at the moment.. " I'm a mess.. everything is wrong.. and I feel like.. I'm taken advantage of your kindness.." she blurted out.. her face a mask of frustration as nothing seemed to come out right.. " you mean so much to me.. your my friend and I do not want to make you think I'm using you for comfort " her hands clenched in frustration she was making this awful and worse by the word.. abruptly she stood "I'm trying to be sensible.. and think of others.. and do the right thing.. " she begin to pace almost fidgety and anxiety ridden.

Nic: "You still defend him..you are a better woman then I expected."He let out a chuckle and sighed. "I had no way of knowing Jadrien was mind when Soren showed up, true he looks...looked like me when he got older, but even if he had not? He is my son..was my son."He used the silence as he pulled her against him to explain but stilled as she breathed his name. His eyes closing until she pulled back and he was staring at her as she stammered uncomfortably. Watching still as she stood and began to pace the room. He sat for a moment more before rising and catching her into his embrace as she turned to pace the other way. He held her for a moment before pulling back and using his left hand to raise her chin so her eyes met his. "Shaden..I am not pitying you..your much to strong to deserve my pity..and yes I mean to say it that way. You are not taking advantage of my kindness, it is freely given..whether you want or not either, given because you mean very much to me. You have been the friend I needed to pull my life back together...not by just giving me a job, but allowing me to be the man I once was, by being the woman you are, making me want to be that man again. I didn't want to live when I found out my wife was dead along with my son...but because of my faith in God, I could not end my own life..it is a sin..so I was resigned to just...move through it. Then I came here...and I met you..your kindness to others, your giving nature to be someone to everyone, a friend, made me realize just how wrong I was.."He released her chin only to switch hands, his right arm curling around her waist, he forced his fingers open and let them curl again, this time against her hip as he took her hand into his own. Yes it was crazy but he began to move...in slow circles, a slow dance within the room. "Close your eyes Shaden.."He continued to dance her around the room. "Feel this..the twirl of the room, even as your eyes are closed. That is life..It moves, it shifts and it changes..It sometimes leaves you in a rut..in a mess..let it. You don't always have to time flows, problems flow and you can not force time to hurry or slow..you can not force your problems away.." Each word spoken in the soft calm he was generally known for, not lecturing, only offering what he knew.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Introduction: With the chill of a bitter winter on the rise, the valley kept what was left of the autumn splendor and warmth of a dying season. Curled in the embrace of the rising hillsides, and the open sky Red Wall was tucked against the base of Eirian's Valley of the Stars. Surrounded in feilds of grain, the Japanese style temple long forgotten was turned into a temporary shelter for those of the Aberdeen masacre, a love nest for a well known General, and a final home for a woman who deserved so much more. Having kept their marriage a secret for so long, the couple looked forward to finally sharing the triamph of their struggle with their most beloved friends and family. So welcome, the lands of Bant Chan Ser, Valley of the Stars, and the temple with walls of scarlet red; Akaneiro Kabe--Red Wall. Enjoy the final harvest, carefully planned music, and the celebration of Life! (d)

Aegraine: Closer she came to the gathering, the aromas of a feast to be wafted out to her and beckoned, a welcoming warm tone. The Traveler in a long coat dress buttoned almost to the hem, hurried on her way, dancing shoes in a bac carried along with, in hopes of music. " I love a celebration and this is one..three fold. (d)

Maahes: He had sat alone in the dining hall for what seemed a better part of an hour, having felt an alien in his own home. What little bit of peace the General had found was ruined by the rush of decorations and preparations it took to complete such an event. Guests one by one started to file in, their laughter lifting his spirit as it reminded him of a victory ballad. If music was a gift from God another's laughter was Allah's voice. "Good evening, Aegraine." He spoke as he stood, looking very much the part of a nobleman in Roman furs and the armor of a General in parade. Was he nervous? YES! (d

Kennocha: She was dressed as a typical Gypsy but her clothes were a little different tonight. They were all one color for one. A deep rich purple , a velvet skirt that fell to booted feet, bells sewn into the bottom hem tinkling as she moved. A silk tunic finished the outifit, in the same rich purple color. Around her waist was a golden belt that jingled softly when she walked. Her dark hair was pulled up into a bun atop her head with a few dark strands falling loose, and around her neck she wore a deep purple velvet strip with a piece of emethyst hanging from it resting at her throat. in her hands she carried a couple of gifts. One was a special dish for the night, a rich heart hearty stew that the gypsies were known for, and the other was wrapped and set somewhere out of the way. (d)

Shaden: Shaden had arrived a few days prio, to help Ealora and Maahes with the preperations..for the festival and to immerse herself in the peaceful feelings of the Valley.. The refugees children from the Aberdeen Rebellion seemed to clamor to her following her about.. while she worked asking questions of her about everything.. wherever she went surrounded by children, playing and laughing, helping her with decorations, for it was known she couldn't cook worth a dang so she was sent far away from the kitchens.. Out into the valley she and her young escorts went gathering leaves, wines pumpkins sheeves of wheat and decorating anything that could hold decorations, it was an elegant yet rustic beauty that was achieved through out the banqueting area.. Never far from her was her constant Shadow.. her guardian Nicholas.. and her sister as well.. who seemed bent and determined to find out the secret shared between guard and employer. Tonight however would find her dressed in autumnal splendor, a dress of varying shades from reds to oranges to golden hues seemed to sparkle like a flame, golden jewerly sparkled at ears, throat and wrist, amber and topaz stones tucked into copper curls holding them aloft in an elegant confection as she came to stand on the portico of the Temple overlooking the lanter lit scape before her with a gentle smile..(d)

Ealora: Guests arriving to Red Wall for the Fall Festival would find a long line of tan canopy tunnels leading to apple groves. Each canopy decorated with leaves rust colored and draping in a way that would let the imagination stir. Candles have also been set along the path creating the faint scents upon the open air of Cinnamon, spice, pumpkin pie as well as the lingering sent of the applies from the trees around. Upon entering the clearing, bon fires are set in no particular fashion around a shiny set dance floor on the left as well as a Rust colored tent on which the tables have been laden with food. The trees themselves needed no decorating for their leaves were brightly colored in orange, red and yellow with the season of fall. Japanese Lanterns of rust, tan, orange, yellow and brown hung from the surrounding trees. Musicians sit ready to play tunes to stir feet to move upon the dance floor within one of the open halls just set aside from the tables and feast. The season a time for change, a time for togetherness and peace. Her dress was a striking red, cut within the Egyptian Style of her heritage and trimmed in a pale gold, both colors the change of the season but this dress was special for it had always been her 'wedding gown'. One sleeve draped low over her arm line a canvas The perfect dress for this occasion not only for the celebration of their marriage, and Kendrew and Liliana marriage but the celebration of life, the cycle of it. Neverending. Her hair had been pinned up within the back, a few long russet tendrils left to dangle over her backside and down her breasts. Gold pendants had been attached her hair near her ears, seeming as if dangling from them and around her neck, a single piece of jewelry, a odd cut piece of red glass, safely woven in wire to a point which dangled from a golden chain. Perhaps she was a few minutes late to arrive to the hall but it was all ready beginning to buzz with the life of friends. She moved to stand beside Maahes, offering a gentle smile...or the best she could muster, she was not as gentile as she could seem at times, to those arriving.*

Liliana: A celebration of life, love, and happiness. That was what this was. Chocolate eyes took in the beauty around her, one hand adjusting the simple white shawl around her shoulders, as Liliana wandered closer. A smile upon her lips and a greeting given to each she passed. At her side walked Kendrew, though slower and she kept her pace even with his. Liliana wore a simple gown of emerald, nothing overly done, for such a relaxed celebration. Spotting familiar faces ahead, the smile widened as she called out,"Greetings!" [d]


Aegraine: "Good eve to you, too sir. And my best to your wife, of course. " she replied to Maahes and handed to them a gift of salt, a loaf of bread and a new hearth broom. "For you both and your happy home." As Lilana walked by with Kendrew, the young woman held forth a secnd set of houselhold items identical to those given already. "Greetings and muh happiness in life bor you both." she smiled at them all, truly glad for the four who found what might be or not be in her future; a happy home. And added quietly "I brought my fish serving fork, it it be useful tonight. For the Food, o course." and had to grin at that said.(d)

Maahes: "Thank you," He would let Ealora do the gift thing..that's what girls did right? The palms of his hands were heated and sweaty from nerves unable to be released. His feet shuffled a bit as the massive frame shifted where he stood to take in those others who came in, "Gypsy," A little pet name he had given the aptly named Kennocha whose sweet little gesture brought a smile to his face. "Kendrew..Lil-i-a-na" The name one that he would have to sound out for his rich tones of an Arabic heritage not to butcher. "Ealora." Cling. It would be he then who clung to her arm, wrapping his fingers in the fold. Amber orbs fell then on Shaden who arrived alone..where was her date..oh that's right he locked him up. (d

Kennocha: A warm bright smile curved her lips as she bowed in greeting to the General and gave a smile and wave to everyone else, she really don't know anyone here save the General, not on a name basis anyway. "Good evening to you sir and Congratulations." She stood tall, well as tall as her tiny frame would allow, and shook out her skirts a little causing them to tinkle merrily. (d)

Ealora: "Thank you Aegraine.."The items were passed to Agatha waiting nearby who would put the items upon a table decorated in the fall festivities. Her arm curled around his own, she gave a gentle squeeze. Just breath my love. Liliana and Kendrew were given a smile in return. "Welcome newlyweds..I had wondered when I was to see the both of you again. Liliana..I have some gifts from Maahes and I to you and Kendrew, rather then have you cart them home tonight. I will send them to you in the morning. A wink went in Shaden direction as her head turned to take in the guests. "Please, drinks and food are laid out, help yourselves and just have fun, this is a celebration." A smile was offered to Kennocha as well, she had met her briefly, very briefly at the masked ball and being as horrible with names as she was, she could only simply smile at the girl.*

Liliana: Accepting the gifts from Aegraine, Liliana smiled warmly,"Thank you." Kendrew nodded his thanks, with that friendly grin on his face, and then attention was turned to Maahes and Ealora. The gifts in her hands were passed to each, one to Maahes and one to Ealora, both wrapped to keep them protected,"May your marriage be one of happiness and be filled with many blessings." To hear that these two were married had been a shock, but Liliana was happy for both. Kendrew would clap Maahes on the shoulder and hug Ealora, before Liliana stepped up to offer each a hug. "And thank you both for including us in this wonderful celebration." [d]

Aegraine: It was a fantastic array of foods, from the roasted deer, autumn soup, bread and cheeses and so muh more. The boutiful table was what filled her dreams in those not so long ago months of siege and deprivation; some starved but either she died and this fine dining was her life end reward or it was real. "I have not led that a good life, to deserve such luxury." she stated about the banquet it sounded strange,out of context like this. (d)

Maahes: "I kill people Shaden, not entertain them. This is..what a fish would feel when not in the sea?" Broken English sounding so foreign on his lips, but still that rumble from deep inside. "I fear your date will not be coming on the event, Sister mine. He and his crew are to be executed upon sunrise." A task that would have been done today had Ealora not made him promise of no bloodshed upon their engagement. "When the ship was searched, dead bodies were found blood drained for what the Church called Witchcraft. I am sorry there is nothing I can do now..politices." With that he slipped away from her to return to the company. "Your life will be a good one now, Lady Hunter." He spoke to Aegraine, and smiled to Kennocha--oh look a social butterfly.

Perry: The doorway wasn't lit, and for that he was thankful though in fact a hat as fine as what he wore could mask any features. Feathers, jewels, you name it Peregrin Pirate captain that he was, could pass as a French nobleman like a two sided coin landing heads up. From head to toe he was dressed in black, save for the scarlet lining of the cloak he wore; tied with the finest of silk ribbon. What was Autumn like without a little trickery? He mused behind his mask, a half shaped moon of solid white, yet still hidden behind the rim of his hat. The brightest of blues watched the room for a moment, and soon found comfort on the wall to watch--for now. (d

Shaden: She envied her sister's happiness but not in a petulant or horrid way, but in a way of longing.. for a moment it was plain as day on her face.. not long enough for anyone to notice.. before she masked it behind a radiant smile.. A lean over to her sister and a kiss to her cheek " Enjoy your guest I'm going to mingle about " without waiting she almost fled the steps of the temple or so it seemed, perhaps Maahes..if only to not start a fight with him.. she had vowed he would not goad her into a fit of temper during the celebration.. even if she had to avoid him completely to keep said vow.. Brushing by Lilianna and Kendrew.. past the fork wielding Agegrain she was a vision in iridescent solar hues, her mind maid up.. that execution would not happen.. without a fair trial.. Maahes was not the only one with power in the Land.. and she would find one who did wield that power.. not that she cared that much for Perrigrin at all.. but Jean Claude.. was her friend.. It was angry almost mission like strides that took her thru the gathering throngs of people , the dress like a becon that could not be missed(d)


Ealora: She accepted the gift with a little awe, much as she had with Aegraine's. "You did not have to do such. Thank you." The gift was passed to Agatha if only to pull Kendrew into a hug, a kiss pressed to his cheek before she was pulling Liliana into a hug and even kissing her cheek. "My blessings to you both for a long and happy life.."She pulled back to laugh. Now look who was being the modest gracious hostess lady. "I actually have a surprise for our husbands, but for this..I want all the girls.."She glanced around, where was Shaden. oh well. "Aegriane you too..it is tradition in my homeland for the women to dance the first dance, both wives and single for the blessing of marriage.."She clasped Liliana hand into her own before turning to Aegraine and yep, her hand grasped to. "Ladies please...join me.."An oh sweet smile, there was definitely something wrong with the cold hearted pirate, mmhmm, it was called love. The musicians started the beat of drums, percussion lending a hand a few seconds later and she was dragging the two girls out to the dance floor, others soon following in. Releasing the girls hands, she began to move her hips in round circles, her hands mimicking the moves of her hands. "Like this...or however, dance...its a celebration.."*

Liliana: Returning her hug, she laughed softly,"Of course we did. And thank you, for yours." Kendrew perked at brow at the word surprise. Liliana took Ealora's hand, following her out, and chocolate eyes watched the movements. "Oh dear..this will be interesting." Laughing, her own mood joyful, Liliana began to move her hips to match Ealora's. The shawl was taken off her shoulders, tossed to Kendrew, who watched the women dance. It had been too hard to hold the slipping garment and move her hands so. [d]

Aegraine: Dance? "Of course." She went to the dance floor , trying to copy the traditional dance steps being demonstrated. Hips moving in the way gave the decorative chain and jeweled dagger case a change to make clanking noise to the music. And with her shoulders a little shake like her caretaker, one of her Father's women, a carnival dancer taught her. Improper but hey, that is Lady elPower, celebrating. " I'ts fun!" She called over to Liliana, still dancing along..

Maahes: Without words Shaden frustrated him just as much as Ealora once had. One..two..he slammed back a glass of wine. Run, Shaden like you always do..He thought to himself and wondered what he would ever do with that woman.

Perry: Gloved hands would reach out to catch the falling star, weaving her into the spider's web with the cold touch of his lips against the tender shell of her ear. "Why such a face, beautiful dove?" Like steam rising his voice rolled from his lips in whisper clutching her mouth so she would not scream. "We need your help." Spoke the Pirate, letting her go as crystal hues of the bluest blue caught her own. "He'll kill us all by morning, but will kill his men if he finds out we are gone. Keep him from finding out." Her hand was taken gently to drop a bag of gold into the palm of such a delicate flower. Then gloved hands would lift two goblets of what seemed to be wine. "Toast to his marriage, wine." lifting his left hand, "Cider." and then his right. "JC told me..but your secret is safe. Within the next hour, help him to his bed..blame the food...the nerves anything, but do not let Ealora know. She is to keep this party going for as long as it takes..it will better our chance of leaving." With that he handed her the goblets, "You have my word the drug will not kill him..no matter what you believe I am not that cruel." With that he turned to leave, but stilled his steps to turn on her once again. "One more thing." Without warning his lips brushed hers, softly at first but deepened as his hand came to touch lightly her cheek. "That is not from me..." He winked and with a crack of cloak was out the door. (d

Shaden: As soon as he grasp her she stiffened , reflex, her heart beat like a hammer against an anvil, pulse quickening beneath pale skin, orchind and jasmine wafting up to tempt even the coldest hearted bastard, Her eyes widened as she realized it was Perrigrin who held her " Jean Claude ? is he alright ?" it was obviouse she had a soft spot for the French Healer, her tender heart not one to see a friend excuted " I do not know if I can keep his attention.. he is never far from Ealora... you all should go now.." the gold pressed back into his hand " I will not drug him.. he is my family "" her words were muffled by they kiss.. as she drew back... touching her lips softly.. as she watched him depart.. knowing hoping that she would never see either of them again.. for that would mean Jean Claude was safe. Turning she set her sights on Maahes.. of course.. she would do her best to keep him entertained and away from the gaurds if they showed up but she wouldn't' drug him.. pouring out the cups of cider that was drugged on the ground.. she moved to a nearby table and a serving girl refilled the cup with more cider for them both.. unaware the drug was on the rim of the cup.. not in the drink it'self.. a poten hallucingenic that would alter ones personality drastically.. it only took a few drops.. on the rim.. It would be then that she turned looking for the Lord General... she had to buy them enought time to escape.., her eyes roved over the dancing ladies and had not her mission been so important she might have smiled.. at the lightheartedness of it all.. but it was then the lioneqsue figure of Maahes caught her eye and she steeled herself.. as he seemed headed straigh for her with that.. 'Im not happy with you look on his face'(d)

Ealora: "See Liliana you got it..ohhh Aegraine, do that shoulder thing again! I like that!"She laughed along with the girls as she tried to mimick the shoulder wiggle of the girl. The beat wavering with the tune of the song, the mood of the musicians and the party goers. Others hand come to dance now, the traditional dance of women had all but gone but she was still enjoying herself. Her hips swaying back and forth like a piece of laundry in the wash tub, hands waving in the air. Yes perhaps the pirate queen was going a bit insane, blame it on lack of sleep or blame it on assurance of security. She was having a good time and Maahes sour attitude and Shaden shadowed kiss were all falling on deaf eyes as she playfully pumped her hip against Liliana then a turn and a shimmy across the floor to bump Aegraine against the hip as well.

Nicholas Stryker: He was there to see, not enjoy. It was not only the life of his lady he protected but those present to celebrate the fall, to celebrate the marriages of four people who loved their equal...their soulmates. The evening seemed to be progressing well and Nic could not help but watch the ladies as the wiggled their hips on the dance floor but Shaden's dumping of the cups had his eyebrow raising in question from his place in the shadows of the feast. Well...at least she was watching what she was drinking. Arms folded over a broad chest as lips pressed tightly together in continued silence and vigilance.*

Liliana: How long had it been since she'd danced like this? Since long before coming to Skye. Liliana's past held dark secrets, ones that had drained the enjoyment from the pleasure of dance, and so she had stopped. Tonight though that was all forgotten. Nothing mattered. Liliana moved her hips as the others did, giving a grin and wink to Kendrew, as she laughingly bumped her hip into Ealora's when she came close. She glanced over to Aegraine, grinning,"Keep dancing like that and you might end up married like us." [d]

Aegraine: With a hip bump back to the other lady, Aegraine laughed and danced her way along to the banquet table, another one of life's pleasures she could enjoy; at least there were some left to her. " I was almost married. Almost."edge of the with a slab of hearty golden bread crowned with slices of cheeses. Venison, such a temptation. She took her table dagger and sliced off a generous portion for her plate and covered on As she selected a cup of the Apricot wine, she gave a side glance over to Shaden, now near a serving girl having cups refilled. "Those drinks went fast." she was thinking but her dinner distracted her and she did not think on it more. (d)

Maahes: Oh, chyt. His eyes spoke across the rim of his glass watching Shaden advance. "There is nothing I can do now, Shaden. Not a single thing you can do to save them, no matter how mad you get. That man had it coming." He quickly started quickly as if playing ball and working his line of defense. That's what happened when he was pinned in situations like this..hates being dressed like a clown..filled in a room with pretty things..that he can break..easy, and subjected to wine..Dang it, Maahes wanted this darn event to be over three weeks ago so he could have peace back in his home. Naked nights and days..mornings..afternoons with Ealora wherever he wanted without..Take a deep breath, Maahes. A large inhale captured his chest as his hand fell with the empty goblet to his side. "Witchcraft, Shaden..would look bad against Maebury, it is the hand of politics.." The distance was closed between her as he made his advance and the hot air of his snarl passed down her neck with the bend in his head to meet her eye. Shorty. "So you can turn those eyes away from me, before I pull them out." Spoken in a quiet rush and rumble from his chest. (d

Shaden: They ended up face to face, her eyes meeting his.. the cups in her hands filled with the spiced cider " I understand Politics Maahes I'm not a simpleton, but I understand fair trial too.. which you have completely been obfuscating at your whim" an brow arched at him the cups trembling in her hands " You lock up every man who looks at your wife.. and the world will be without men.. it's pure jealousy on your part.. that caused this.. If you don't want men to look at her you should cut her face to ribbons and scar her, force feed her till her ass is as big.. as how you act" she shoved the cup into his hand, her temper flaring as she whispered the heated words acutely aware they were in public.. before she though of it she sipped her cider taking a long drough and settled it on a nearby table " Your wife is beautiful be proud of her not.. trying to kill or imprison every man who looks her way " she chastised him roundly.. " She told me of what you did to Pembroke.. you should have been grateful he saved her life.. but instead you tossed him in prison.. and he was beaten.. and you though a little gold thrown his way would make up for it.. for SHAME Maahes for Shame " the music flared behind them a low and sultry beat.. a few onlookers begin to stare at the Genral and his fire haired sister in law.. as it seemed they were having a quarrell.. Without warning Maahes grasp her by the waist and spun her onto the dancefloor.. her body pressed against his tightly as she struggled to be free. to no avail.. he was a strong bullish brute " You Ass" she hissed below the tone of the music as he guided her in tightly held grip(d)

Percival: Many had spoken with hushed whispers of the black sailed ship named the "Butcher of Sleat". The Vigilant, one of the finest vessels on the sea had made port with Turas Lan not two days past flying Avarian colors. On board was not the hated Eight Gazes, but someone more loathed. A man from Avaria, a former knight named Percival Vizharen. He was known around these rural parts of Skye, but his reasons for visiting were as in the dark as his ambitions. He was far from being young, favoring an aged veneer which made him all the more handsome. Jaw length black hair danced across his face as he settled his horse and walked down a small embankment toward the festival. He'd been tracking a Sarcian who had come through this way. This particular Sarcian was looking to celebrate his union with another broad-- but if Percival had his way.. that celebration would be cut short by about.. 1.4meters. He adjusted the small broadsword on his back and refastened his belt around his waist until it sagged comfortably to one side upon his hip. Only one person in this festival, which Percival knew of.. understood how dangerous his.. public appearances were. (Speaking of Maahes) Percival made his way closer, coming to stand and watch the faces of everyone.. he had to be here somewhere.(d)

Ealora: "You were all most married Aegraine? What happened?"A hand waved in front of her face as she touched Liliana arm as she followed Aegraine towards the food...and drink. The touch an offer of a drink. Celadon eyes turned towards the quarrel of her sister and her husband. A long sigh passed her lips as she selected a cup of honey, apple and cinnamon wine and brought it to her mouth for a drink. Irritation and disappointment welled up inside her. The two got along like a snake and a bird. Enemies because of the food chain but leaving each other alone as long as the snake did not try to eat the bird. Swallowing her mouthful of wine, she licked at her lips. Mmm, this was tasty. A goblet of the same flavored wine was offered to Liliana as celadon eyes found Aegraine again to find out just why the girl wasn't married. She always was a curious panther. The cup was lifted again when she caught sight of Maahes and Shaden on the dance floor. Her sanity threatened, if only for a moment. Her eyes cast down at the contents of her glass then to Aegraine. What had they been talking about again?*

Liliana: Following after Ealora and Aegraine toward the food, giving a smile at Kendrew and nodding at the food, asking if he wanted a plate or drink, Liliana listened with curiousity. Almost married? Now that was news indeed. [d]

Aegraine: "It was back in Ulster, in the final fight to regain the castle for the Ceannfort..Jerome was killed in the final charge; I was beside him at the end. We were in the archers company for Sir Robb. " here she let the dinner plate sit now empty and sipped at the Apricot wine in her cup. "One more day...but it was not to be." And she gazed out onto the dance floor, quieter now, in a more reflective mood.(d)

Maahes: His hands did indeed come to hold her, like on the ship in the rain. "Dance with me while we have this fight." Like a dance of seduction he moved his sister-in-law turning to press her back against his chest while he whispered and swayed with her in the rush of the music. Shaden's body would bend in the music but the close of her eyes was not helped as his lips brushed the tender part of her ear, and she rocked on her feet. A passion filled fight or adultery? "That..man..and.." Eyes rose to the door, pointing in the direction of a figure he swore to be real. "That..man are the reason I am the way you see, Sister." His raspy voice purred against her neck. "Peregrin..Percival..they are the same, blood thirsty killers...bastard fathers." Boy that wine sure did hit hard, he thought to himself as he strained his eyes to try and make out if that was in fact Eight Gazes..Shaden's hands were taken as he wrapped his arms around her to continue their dance. "Unjust men..do NOT." Nipping his teeth, "Mistake that for jealousy, Shaden Aramoi..whatever your name is. It is Justice!" Dang it! Stepping back he watched Shaden stumble, just as he felt, "Yo..u a..are..drunk." Hello kettle, it's Mr. Pot..and you're black. (d

Kendrew: He motioned for his wife to select whatever fair tickled her fancy. Women were apt to display good tastes, while his? Naught by simple for the simple life depicted here as the grains swayed to the same rhythm that moved the seasons of the world. He wasn't accustomed to events where he had the occasion to be honored, though he had been honored before. He didn't know if he dreamed all of this until she cast her eyes on him and with no words told him it was real. Look at her, he thought. Laughing, smiling with women. That was how it should be. Clasping his hands behind his back he stood on guard for the death of old habits died hard. Turning toward the front of the affair, he rose his brow as a particular member of the shaded portion of his Order made her debut. How long had she been there..

Claramae: Talking with the Duchess and greeting the Lady of Avaria. The bend in her knee produced a movement nothing short of perfection with Master Voltaire to capture her hand again. "I beg your pardon, your Grace. My Lady. I spy many I have yet to greet, hosts I have yet to thank and gift, and an old acquaintance who would be ill at ease if nothing was said to him. Pass the occsaion in joy." Gold satin brocade whispered the melody of falling leaves in the mist shroud wood, one leaf moving. This would be herself, slicing through the people gathered with the ease of a hot knife in butter. Gone again, appearing once more, only to vanish so that to see her thrice would have been the first sight for many. With the General dancing, she had not yet the privelege to meet his wife in person though her name was not unknown. Shall we begin with what was known? While Percival brewded she let a hand cross up against the back of his forearm. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Lord Vizharen, of finding you at such an affair?" (d)

Percival: When his eyes met her own, it took only a moment's notice of what her intentions were. She, his old Master, had already been four steps ahead of him tracking this particular Sarcian, which only cast the shadow of his failure. He was becoming rusty, and the thought of being bested by a woman put fire to his veins. Her very tone was one that threw this fact to his face and gave kindling to his fire. He scowled, taking her hand and coming to a refined posture. Her gloved hand was raised to his mouth and kissed lightly, before straightening. (Translated from German): ``Don't play coy, you know why I'm here.`` He knew that if she was here.. the Sarcian was here.. somewhere. He took in a sharp breath and stepped forward and toward the dance floor, it was the best way they could talk and not be mistaken for plotting. She'd find her stepping and beat to the music as he found a poised position at which to dance with her. The pair were a magnificent together, though what could be noted was the intensity of his stare, his gaze locked entirely on her smaller frame.(d)

Shaden: Bend or be broken, his grip on her was bordering on abusive, each time she tried to wiggle away from him, it appeared she was enticing him, as he captured her and forced her to listen, her body twirled outward then snapped back to his chest, hands splaying across it.. as glacial green hues flickered with fire up at him, suddenly swaying, as if the dance floor moved like the shadow storm beneath her.. something was not right,, her focus shattered and Maahes seemed to weave in and out of vision.. her brain tried to react but she felt as if she were... drugged.... drugged... oh gods... pleading eyes were turned up to Maahes .. " get me out of here.. I'm going to be sick..." she made move to pull away from him stumbling toward the edge of the dance floor and into the Shadows cast by the hanging laterns... Maahes right behind her equally stumbling and bumbling about.. out of sight out of mind... not hardly... a few steps into darkness and she was falling... would the Lion catch her.. or was he too drunk to care about his tempermentle sister in law? (d)

Ealora: Hmm, well the wine was tasty but it was not agreeing with her as well as she would of liked. Settling the one cup down, she opted for a cup of hot cider as she moved along the buffet to select a few apple slices wrapped in bacon. It could not be helped, they were calling to her. Celadon eyes lifted from the food to Aegraine. A frown pulled at her lips as her head dipped at hearing the woman's words. "I am..so sorry Aegraine." One day? Had that meant they would of been married in a day had he not been taken from her? The thought made her stomach turn and she quickly took a drink of cider to chase the feeling away. Her weakness was very well her husband. She could not imagine life without him. She'd be exactly what she was before, the very breath of the shadow storm, a tyrant killer hell bent on bloodshed alone. She nodded towards the table Kendrew was at, knowing Liliana was perhaps dying to be by her husbands side again, Aegraine was welcomed to join them of course as she nodded her head in the direction of the table before heading that way herself. Her stomach settled, she was starving for the apples!


Nicholas Stryker: Arms crossed and uncrossed in uneasiness. To many bodies. To many people to watch...who could be trusted, who could not be trusted. Swirling laughing faces and here was the only one with a stark expressionless look on his face. His body flinched as Shaden was pulled out onto the dance floor by her brother in law. A brow casting upward in pure wonderment, what the devil had gotten into the two of them. One drink and they were nearly all over each other, or so it looked. Drunk the Knights mind told him. As Shaden fought to get away from the hulking form of her brother in law, he flinched again, this time arms uncrossing as he moved from the shadows, just an inch before a blinding pain ripped through the back of his head. The knight didn't even have time to make a sound as the spinning world of the celebration died to a faint gray and then black. The figure of the knight intent on stepping from the shadows melded back completely into them, unnoticed by the partygoers.*

Liliana: It was with ease that she loaded the plate, enough for her and Kendrew to share, and chose two goblets of hot cider. Aegraine's story had Liliana giving a sympathetic look to the woman, but was not sure of what words to offer. There did not seem any fitting enough. Placing one goblet down, briefly touching Aegraine's shoulder comfortingly, she'd then pick it up and make her way toward Kendrew. Liliana had noted Maahes and Shaden, with a lifted brow and shake of head that neither could hold their drink. "I have brought food, husband mine. Do sit." She'd nod to a chair nearby and a no-nonsense look on her face, tempered by love. [d]

Aegraine: She let her drink cup sit, unfinished and looked out into the dance floor, just watching. "I think it is time for me to return; it has been such a lovely party, but I go out hunting in the early morning, tomorrow, again. "(d)

Shaden: Allready the gossiping voices wagged about the passionate dance between the general and the copper haired temptress.. murmers from both male in apperciation of the fire.. and females in tones of disbelift and snobbery, and downright anger at the supposed adultrous behavior and on his wedding clelabration! Harlot Whore.. Jezelbell were all bantered about, hushing as the Generals wife was neared, behind shieding hands, pity from some, twitters from others, the nerve of that hussy!(d)

Kendrew: "I spend a great deal of my time sitting," the aged knight replied to his spry young bride. "But for you, I'll be makin' an acception." Leaning over her relieved her of the burden in her hands as the fire on the air began to spread about. Gossip and scandal, victims and vice. It never ceased to be anywhere that the well named in Skye's upper eschelon's would appear. He furrowed his brow as it all began. Now was not the time, nor the place for people to start their foolishness. Gah! It occurred to him that his famous patience had been worn thin by his beating at the hands of the sea, of fools like these who spread a fool's notion. "The world could use less idiots." Blunt. Direct. He sighed as if to offer apology, leaning forward to kiss her softly. "Do nay listen tae me, I've only listened to too much."

Claramae: Translation, from the German - "Now, now. You are all business, and no enjoyment. I'm flattered you would think yourself still a pupil in my tutelage, but you are a man of capable skills. Our professions shall have us cross paths many times, but, if you would care to have a bit of..what for your agenda." The dance was graceful, elegant, and refined. He twirled her this way, she chased an elongated hand. A figure was made, and so it went on. give you no trouble now, he will be undone in a quarter hour." (d)

Maahes: His flesh was on fire, he felt it burning the 'wine' from before as parts of his armor started to litter the path they tread together. Lifting her into his arms he cradled Shaden carefully against him. "I've got you." His promise as lead her down the hall. (d

Anulia: Anulia had been about, making sure there was always food and drink still, wanting to ease some of the pressure so that Maahes and Ealora could enjoy their celebration, as well as Kendrew and Lilliana. Such wonderful couples coming together, it was a joy to see. Maahes seemed so....free and different, but what was to be expected? She had tried to greet everyone, from Kendrew and Lilliana, to others that came and passed by. Anulia had danced earlier in the party, enjoying herself with a child like thrill, but now she was settling about the most important items. Food! Roaming around the trays, she picked at what ever she saw that looked delightful

Percival: Translation: ``So where is he?`` He followed her direction with quickened steps necessary for the dance, keeping his posture and properly leading as she had taught him when he was much younger. The rapier at his side was guided back instinctly, and his leg positioned just slightly back as well, like a ready stance. Again, he stood poised just as a noble. He hated dancing with a passion, but it worked for the time being. She would have been able to tell by the intensity of his voice, he had every intention of snapping this Sarcian's neck.(d)

Lucius: Lucius sighed softly as he placed the mug--now empty--on the wooden table, and cleared his throat. His arm had been freshly wrapped and re-bandaged again and was healing rather nicely. No longer was it sensitive to the barest of touches. He had been at the festival for some time, hoping that the gaiety of the event would brighten his mood and his thoughts. Thus far, that had a bit hard to obtain. Peer pressured into trying alcohol--something he had little of freely--he had been told by one of the older men at the festival that it would help clear the mind and chase away the cold. Why would the man have reason to lie? Well, one drink led to another, and another...and another. Well, his thoughts were no longer on what had been troubling him, that was for sure. Not with the amount of alcohol in his blood. Why did everything feel...brighter? Or for lack of a better word, it had been as if a grey veil had been lifted and the world changed...though the world could not change so quickly..Could it? Lucius blinked, and rubbed the side of his head, leaning a bit heavily on the table, having long since forsaken the task of standing, having nearly tripped twice now!

Claramae: "Passing to survey the grains, of course. You know the Sarcians fancy fertile land for their forced help to grow things upon..Or, as you say if he seeks a match, he will look for the places with fertile dowries" It didn't matter where they were, what event, or whom hosted. That breed of folk was tactless. On and off paper. "Well I shall not keep you from your tasks my dear. Happy hunting. The slow catch no quarry." As the song came to an end she held the requisite pose to thank her partner properly...

Kendrew: "Liliana, nothin' be as it ought. It is wot it is. But there is just tae much in the air." Kendrew looked to her before furrowing his brow. He smiled often this night, but as it wore on he was exchanging his jovial expressions for twisted poses of thought. From the corner of his eye he saw the man who had spared his life from the clutches of death. A young man, for whom great things had been promised. "Good Lucius! Evenin'!" He waved before lowering his arm as the cold in the air bit at the joints still mending. He hissed, but was it at the cold, or at the brocade covered viper on yonder dance floor. "Gold talons, n' white talons. Why the 'ell Adam thought we needed black ones Ah'll ne'er know.." (d)


Liliana: "You do not sit enough, Kendrew. You are still healing and I won't have you pushing it." Liliana did not miss the talk. It concerned her to say the least. Looking around disbelievingly, she gave strong glares to those who sought to ruin this evening. "You are right husband." Liliana did agree the word could use less idiots. Brushing off such horrid whispers, enjoying the food and cider and company of her husband, Liliana ate heartily. Until she heard those harsh words from Kendrew's lips. Chocolate eyes turned to him worriedly,"Is all well?" [d]

Ealora: She could only chuckle at Kendrew response to his wifes look. They were so adorable together. Sliding into the chair, she watched the swirling couples on the dance floor, she seemed wholly unaware of the harsh whispers going around lowering when she approached though her lips twitching, itching to pull in a tight frown and stare daggers that would kill to those whispering such...disgusting words but she could not. This was her one chance to show she was in some way a good wife. A gracious hostess, that she could in some way be a woman apart from being a pirate. "Will you two excuse me?" She smiled at Kendrew and Liliana as celadon eyes found a familiar face. Popping the last apple and bacon wrap into her mouth, she crunched against the fruit and meat if more to give her mouth something to do other then smile...or frown as she moved towards Anulia as she poked around the food. "Anulia darling..."Honeyed voice cooed in a laugh at the girl who was like sister to Maahes..and becoming a sister to herself. Her arms grasped Anulia shoulder softly to pull her into a hug. "You've been weaving in and out all night like a dream, don't poke at the food. Choose some and come sit and talk, yes?"*

Anulia: Anulia heard such harsh whispers, for many people thought Anulia was dumb or daft due to her sweet personality, but she knew that voices, were strange and not always correct with their words. She ignored them as she reached for a piece of cheese and popped it into her mouth. Sadly the cheese was cut in a funny shapes, which made her cheeks flare out a bit while she chewed. Hearing Ealora, she froze and turned around, making her long braids sway behind her as they hung freely. A quick smile was given, but the cheese was still being chewed so she had to raise a hand to stop people from seeing it move about her mouth until she swallowed it. `` A dream?! Well then that would be beautiful yes?`` Beaming at the pretty words, which may have not meant to be, she looked at the food, then gave a nod. Grabbing a plate, she loaded it with what ever looked good and what she knew, nearly loading the plate so a few grapes spilled over and bounced on the ground before she was off, following the beautiful Ealora to a table. In passing, she saw the young Lucius, leaning against a table and waved. `` Hi Lucius! Come sit with us! `` He looked all alone, but was...smiling? His face seemed so red. Was he hot? Odd. Moving to sit, she palced the plate between herself and Ealora, offering to share as always. `` Are you enjoying yourself? You look lovely. ``

Lucius: Oh how the music seened to go on and on! Repeating in his ears and ringing..before taking a sudden change in octave? Oh he did not know. But at least the music was pleasant and not as dogs whining and bulls moaning. He had to be hearing things...though when he turned and saw the Lord Kendrew, a soft, lazy smile crossed his features, and he nodded to the knight, grabbing the mug and lifting it in a salute..though it was empty? Damn..when did that happen? Arching a brow, he tilted the cup to see that it was...empty. Pondering where the contents of his glass had gone, the sound of a sweet voice belonging to Anulia had caught his attention, and he turned to see her smiling and waving. The sight of her made a large smile cross his features, and lifting a hand, he waved back. Well it did not take much convicing for him. Setting the mug down, he rose, but paused, feeling the world spin for a moment. Ooo. Not good. Lucius blinked a few times, before following after Anulia, to the table she was sitting at. His large hand placed itself upon her shoulder and ran down her arm as he sat down in the vacant chair a bit rough, making him wince a bit, but it quickly went away and he laughed softly. ``Anulia...I had no idea that you were here! 'Tis good to see your lovely face, my lady. A familiar among the strangers...`` He mumbled on, though his hand stayed on her arm, rather enjoying the warmth of it

Percival: He bid his adeu, twisting on a whim and a twirl of the long winter duster. He had his information, and felt a bit more confident in that he wasn't alone in the hunt. His hand rested on his rapier, instinctually, and he moved away. -- She had guided him enough to find what it was she was referring to. The man was seeing if some woman owned the piece of land this festival was on.. so he could marry her and take over the ownership. The distance was closed to this particular Sarcian, which had separated himself from the rest of the party. He was surrounded by two others, Concordian by the looks. Great. He snarled, moving in a jog and closing the distance quickly. Just as the two men guarding this Sarcian (whose back was to Percival currently), looked up..they saw the enamoured pirate within swinging distance. As one drew his sword, Percival planted his boot into the flat part of the blade. This action forced the hilt of the large sword into the man's unarmored solarplexis forcing him to lean forward breathless. -- Percival's kick had lended him enough distance to step in and punch the second man with enough torque to send him into the mud. He finished the first off with a powerful knee to the face. He'd fallen to his back too, moaning in pain. It was then the Sarcian turned about.. not at all surprised to see the Avarian. ``Lord Vizharen.. what a pleasant surprise..`` Percival stood aft, hands at the ready. (Perci)``Defend yourself, Warlord. I have every intention of killing you.`` In the distance, Percival could still hear the music.(d)

Ealora: "Yes very beautiful, but I'd like to see you enjoy yourself too."She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from her lips the way Anulia looked like a chipmunk who had gathered one to many nuts into its mouth. She waited patiently before leading Anulia back towards the table, the plate set between the two she could only smile in return. Anulia was just to sweet for words. As she called out to the gentleman, a slender brow perked upward. Who was this? The grin on her face spoke without words as she plucked a slice of bread from the plate and began to tear a piece off to put into her mouth. The bread sat posed at her mouth and all of a sudden the woman burst out laughing. The poor boy was drunk! She could smell the alcohol on him but also the way in which he wobbled and practically fell into the chair. She cleared her throat after teeming her laugh, muttered an apology beneath her breath and popped the bread into her mouth as her eyes wandered this way and that. Where had her husband and sister gone? They had just been dancing hadn't they? Celadon eyes swept back to the others at the table. Kendrew and Liliana no doubt wrapped up into each other then to Anulia and..Lucius was it? Horrible with names, just horrible.*

Anulia: Anulia was a interest to see eat, because many foods she had never seen before and were still learning about, so when she did not like it, she did tend to act like a child and spit it right out. Why swallow food that tasted nasty just because it was rude to spit it out? No no, she would spit it out. Looking to lucius, she watched as he placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, then slide it down her arm, sending soft chills from the light touch before he held onto it. What was wrong? Anulia heard Ealora laugh, even beyond the bread and turned around to look at her with both brows rose. ``Ealora, this is Lucius. He is soon to be a knight. Lucius..this is Ealora. She is a captian of a large ship. `` Anulia did not know more beyond that and she did not know if Lucius knew Maahes. Ealora, also had a title, other then " wife ". `` You are in our home that we share with the general. `` She was missing something, but could not place her finger on what. `` Where is Maahes?`` Had he met Lucius yet?

Lucius: Drunk indeed, and not intentionally! The man had said that the drinks would help him forget the sorrows and woes that plagued his mind and locked him into a nightmare...and the man was not lying! The cruel thoughts and memories of what had transpired had disappeared for the moment, and he was glad. The world seemed a brighter place now..and he was able to keep a smile down. Hearing the woman laugh, dark eyes turned to Ealora, and still holding the smile on his face, Lucius nodded and bowed his head to her. ``Well met, my Lady Captain Ealora. 'Tis a blessed pleasure to make your acquaintance...As Anulia says, I am Lucius...the simple squire aspiring for knighthood..though it seems I lack a knight to further my education...so I suppose you could say I was a squire..now..well I know not what!`` Lucius said, rambling. Clearing his throat, he turned to Anulia, his hand patting her arm lightly before he paused to look around the home. ``Your home as well? It is a lovely home...and thank you..Lady Captain Ealora...And Anulia..oh yes and the General Maahes for inviting me here.`` He replied, leaning back in the chair a bit more as she asked about the whereabouts of the host

Lilana: Noting that Kendrew had fallen silent after that comment, Liliana wondered what was wrong. It reminded her that she still had a question to ask. This evening perhaps. Noting that her cider was gone and the plate empty, she'd place a kiss to his cheek,"I will go get us more. Do not brood so, husband." Standing, moving toward the food, she was brought to a pause by Ealora and Anulia. Noting the young man that Kendrew had spoken to earlier, she'd murmur,"The food is delicious. Who cooked it?" Liliana had overheard a bit of the young man's conversation, but said naught. She would mention it to Kendrew later, perhaps. "Lucius, is it? I believe I must thank you for helping to save my husband's life. I apologize for not doing so earlier. I am Liliana, wife of Kendrew." Incase he did not know. [d]


Ealora: Swallowing the bread, she reached for her mug of cider and took a drink to push the rest of the bread down to her stomach. Giving a gentle lick of her lips with a pink tongue, she nodded her head in way of the squire. "A very fine pleasure to meet a friend of Anulia's." she dipped her head in her response before celadon eyes swept to Liliana with a grin. "I had cooks brought in...I couldn't leave it all to Anulia and Agatha.." Her attention turned back to the boy. A slender brow rose in question. He was not making any sense. "Yes it is a fine gome. My husband and I were very pleased you could come.." she leaned forward to set her cup down and moved to give a kiss to Liliana cheek and ten Anulia before her head tipped again to Lucius. "Please will you all excuse me...I am going to go search for my husband, sit enjoy"She offered the best smile she was able and it actually lit up celadon eyes, sparkling like stars before she was moving into the throng of guests and disappearing into them.*

Percival: The man looked at Percival with wide eyes, the intensity of his words made him grow silent and swallow his arrogance. He'd heard of Vizharen, his deeds in Avaria had not gone unheard. The man outsmarted him on the fronts of Russeria, made his entire campaign worthless by collasping the mines and half the bloody city. Staring at the able tactician, he withdrew his sword quickly and twirled it about him, but he noticed that Percival had failed to withdraw his. It was in this instant the large flap of his winter duster was thrown open and the bolt from the crossbow sank into the man's swordbearing shoulder. The sword dropped to the dirt, clanging loudly there and bouncing. The man screamed in pain as he too tripped over this rock and fell into a large puddle of freezing water. Percival dropped the crossbow, now useless and glanced to his right as the man he'd punched was to his feet again and looking to attack. He misjudged his sword swing and missed Percival altogether. This action cost him his life, and the Warlord was witness to the bonecracking tune of his neck cracking as Percival let the young Concordian fall from his choke hold and crumble to the ground. Now standing over the warlord, Percival smirked. ``Just like Sarcians.. brash, honorable, and stupid.. you of which are all of these.`` He stepped into the puddle, putting his gloved fingers on the man's jaw to force his mouth open.The man complied and Percival shoved a small package in there. The man spit it out. ``You can't do this.. you know what I am.. they will kill you, Apollo, and destroy Avaria. What good would that get you? I can help you..I have the plans.`` Percival punched him, which sent a wave of muck to the side. The man groaned again, but was yanked up so he was face to face with Percival who held him with one hand by the collar. ``Warlord.. warlord.. warlord. `` His free hand freed a scroll from the Warlord's cuirass. ``I have your plans right here.. now if you don't mind. Save me a seat in hell..`` He hit him again, and stuffed the packages back into the man's mouth.. igniting the fuse with a piece of flint. It hissed, and a muffled cry was heard before a huge Boom which rattled the ground. (d)

WhisperedSpirits: Lucius was always such a polite male, in his words and speaking. Anulia adored that about him. He was going to be a great knight, as Aohdan was to be. Lucius was of course much closer and the rumors of Kendrew possibly taking him as a squire. Anulia listened in silence, smiling when as a squire. Ealora was too kind, but when she moved away, Anulia watched her until she vanished. Looking to the others, she listened as Lilliana thanked Lucius and waited for his response. That was when, a sound in the distance was heard and then the ground shook lightly, making dust stir up around them. The music paused for a moment, but then moved back on while Anulia's drink spilled across the table from it shaking with a force. What was that? Komor? no, he was sleeping in his room. Eyes serched, as a few others moved out and around to go see what that was. If it was serious, someone would let them know yes?

Lucius: Ever since he was a young boy and first heard the tales of brave knights in stories, he wanted to be like them..to rectify wrongs, to save those that could not defend themselves...even to save a damsel and perhaps so win fair lady's heart. However, he had much left to do before that thought could ever be entertained, so he did his best to not let his hopes rise. Dark eyes lifted to Lilliana, and his smiled widened a bit. ``Oh, you must be the Lady Lilliana! The wife of Sir Kendrew...the knight of the Sea. 'Tis a pleasure my lady...a true pleasure...I am glad to see him well and you just as happy. This I truly mean.`` He replied, before glancing to Ealora and waving her goodbye. His hand grasped Anulia's arm for a moment from the shaking and 'boom' that sounded...but Lucius glanced around, and shrugged it off. What was that? Nothing...perhaps it was simply his mind playing tricks upon him. Brown eyes turned to the cup that had tipped and spilled, and he reached for it to stand it up. There. Lucius leaned forward a bit as his hand loosened around Anulia's arm and moved to her back. ``Forgive me, my dearest Anulia..seems my mind has a delight in playing games with me tonight...``

Liliana: "A pleasure it is to meet you as well, Lucius." Liliana did note that the young man seemed a bit drunk, but did not say a word. Nodding to Ealora, kissing her cheek in return, she watched her head off. Hopefully those hurtful whispers had not ruined the celebration of her wedding with Maahes. Yet, those thoughts were brought to a halt as instinctively one hand reached to grab something, in this case poor Anulia's shoulder, at the sound. "What...?" With a look at Anulia and Lucius, removing her hand, she muttered,"I wonder what has happened..." [d]

Percival: Percival had drug the two Concordian Corpses away and into a deep depression where a small pond was. The bodies sank with the weight of their weapons, thus hiding naturally. The other was a needed find, for the political escalone would have to hear about the death of a Sarcian Warlord. It was bad news, especially for foul play. This would no doubt force the Sarcians to recoil away from Skye, saving them from the manipulative fingers of greedy politicians and nasty crime. Now the focus of the Sarcians would switch completely on Avaria, and heat between the Steward and the King would grow even more benevelant.-- Percival watched as a pair of finely dressed guardsmen found the remains of what had been Viktor, and shouts sounded for medics and a lantern.. but in their investigation.. this man was beyond dead. Stuck on his back was a symbol, something the military men would know-- a black Talon. Percival would be seen moving toward the stable.(d)

Anulia: Many people seemed to want to touch and reach out for Anulia tonight, but she did not mind. She loved touch and would never shun it away. Eyes watched as Lucius reached to try and save her drink, but missed it. `` That is alright Lucius. `` The touch on her back made her look to him, before she felt another touch and looked back to Lilliana as she reached for her shoulder. Anulia listened as the sounds of shouts in the distance moved out into the night air, but others listened and turned their cheek, not being a medic or healer, there was no need to rush. `` I do not know what that was. At first, I thought Komor had gotten out. `` Trying to make light of something they did not know yet to be a grusome event, she looked to Lilliana and bid her to take a seat with them. `` Lucius, are you well. You look..flushed. ``

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Lucius: So it was not simply him that heard a loud 'boom' and the ground shake? Perhaps his mind was not so hazed and glazed over after all. A brow arched. How odd..perhaps someone had dropped something really heavy? Lucius did not know at the present time. Blinking, eyes glanced up to Lilliana, forhe shared the same question, but then they turned to Anulia as she answered..though then turned to question him. Lucius smiled again, and chuckled softly. ``I am...better than I have been..thank you Anulia. Flushed? I know why not..perhaps it is by some small measure warm in the house..though I am sure if I was to venture into the cold such would change..`` He said, before sitting up straighter in the chair, and brow eyes looked her over, eyes roaming her form before returning to her eyes..and for certain his cheeks did flush as small thoughts passed through his mind like flashes of lightning...before they vanished. ``You look positively beautiful this evening, Anulia...smiling and truly at peace. Happy. May you never frown..for the world would surely be sad with you that day.`` Lucius said, before nodding...though that was a poor idea for his head spun a bit..and he closed his eyes for a moment, wincing a bit, and blinked.

Liliana: "Komor?" The shouts had Liliana's back tensing, but she did not move. Others did though, those who were needed, and she glanced back in Kendrew's direction. Seeing he was not there it was easy to assume he'd went to see what had happened. Glancing at Lucius, hearing his words, Liliana's lips curved in a knowing smile. Did the boy have a crush on Anulia? Most would assume it was the drink imbibed, but Liliana was of the opinion that drink only brought out what was already in your mind. "Anulia, I think Lucius could use some...juice, perhaps?" Lucius had had quite enough it seemed. Poor boy. [d]

Percival: Percival was on his horse within a moments notice, and the strap keeping it on the bar was taken. The abled body warrior sat naturally upon the back of the war trodden beast, it's breath pushing out to narrow towers of cold steam as Percival brought the animal about and let it trot past the men hefting the bloody form from the puddle and to the ground to be examined. He managed a smirk.. before he felt something like cold metal against his hand. He looked down to see a young guard challenging him. He made no move. (Guard)``Good sir, you wouldn't know anything of this situation over here would you?`` Percival shook his head, his horse getting testy and stomping the ground with all fours. It snorted. (Percival)``Not a thing, Sir Knight. It's grown late for me, and I think my wine has caught up with me. If you'd excuse me..`` -- (Guard)``Not so fast, My Lord. The symbol on your hand bag matches the one on the crossbow. Care to explain?``-- (Percival)``Gladly..`` His heels dug into his horse's ribs and the animal lurched high into the air sending its front two legs into the man's cuirass. He flew backward into the small wagon of hay, and before he could get a good look of Percival.. his horse carried him up the hill and away.(d)

Anulia: `` Komor is my elephant, or companion that I walk about with. He is.. what you would deem a horse here in the lands I came from. Very large, like a hut? `` She explained before eyes looked to Lucius as he spoke. Anulia did not notice the boy looking her over at first, until she saw his eyes roam. What was...he doing? How strange. Was he..flirting with her? Anulia ahd only ever flirted with one man before that she could recall... her attention was pulled from Lucius and moved towards Lilliana as she said to get him juice. Anulia gave a nod and moved off to do just that, holding it out for Lucius to drink slowly before looking to Lilliana. They were tucked area in their area, not knowing what was going on beyond the party and the safety of people. `` Lilliana, would you help me with Lucius to a room. There are plenty of places to stay. ``

Liliana: "Elephant?" The word was familiar, jogging a distance memory, of a story her father had told her. He had used that strange word. "Perhaps sometime you would introduce me to Komor?" Leaving the option open, Liliana's attention was turned to Lucius. Apparently the poor man was near passing out, or had he? One could not tell. Nodding, she helped Anulia to aid the young man to a bed where he could sleep it off. [d]

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

His flesh was on fire, he felt it burning the 'wine' from before as parts of his armor started to litter the path they tread together. Lifting her into his arms he cradled Shaden carefully against him. "I've got you." His promise as lead her down the hall. Her petite frame was so light so fragile compared to Ealora's, that he felt as if holding a child would be much more. She seemed so dainty and small, but perhaps it was just the lace. "I..I'm on fire." Moisture collected against his forehead, the lanterns glow illuminating the bronze undertones of his heritage. A clouded mind drifted in between the right and wrong, but his desire ran strong. Get her to bed..Ealora or Shaden? Sleep or sex? That line was yet to be defined. "Shaden.." The bed the bed the bed was all he could think about as he stripped away various objects from his body and her own in mistake. "Are..you..ok?" Worry crossed his brow looking down into the beauty in his arms

Shaden: Cradled in his arms she seemed on fire too.. " soo hot.. " she was fevered, damp from perspiration, as her forehead leaned against his chest.. thru the drugged haze she realized he was shedding his clothing.. and wiggled against him trying to escape his arms, dark hands pushed and pulled at the sun colored gown.. cool air soothing her flesh and she stilled it felt so good.. " I feel drunk.. " she murmured against his chest.. her hand lifting to his face as if to see if he had fever " your burning up " the same hand trailed down his face resting against his shoulder as she was deposited on the bed.. whose bed...? Cool silken pillows and sheets met her heated flesh, cheek resting on earthy toned linens of Ealora and Maahes bed , her eyes focused weakly on him.. " I’m Pregnant " she blurted out.. to the near naked Beast above her

Maahes: "You..will.." His hand slowly reached for the small of his back releasing the blade hidden there tucked against his spine. "Get..this off." The blade rolled over his fingers in perfect motion and started to cut away the dress. The man couldn't talk, but still he could move a weapon at ease for it was more natural to him then breathing. "If you..are hot." He meant to say, but somehow the words came out as "off" Setting back he started on the furs and buckles of his chest plate, the frustration filling with his trembling hands. He almost cried out as he finally pulled the fabric free and a heaving chest sucked in air. "A beautiful baby..with eyes like yours." Woah, where did that come from? Pulling back the covers they were still so clothed compared to he and his wife at this time of night, yet the under garments were close to nothing and would easily be removed. She would then be pulled against him like a doll curled to his chest. This was natural, this want to hold her. Was it the tone of her voice or the fact she reminded him so much of Ealora. Yet the Beast was his most gentle when drugged and curled into her like a father holding his child. The palm of his hand coming to lay against the flat of her stomach, "It will be blessed. I.." Nuzzling his face into her hair his eyes closed, "Promise."........

Shaden : The knife slid from the hem of her skirt upward slicing the dress from her like a hunter skins his prey, releasing her from the sun kissed fabric now dampened with sweat, she lay almost bare before him save the thin slip of lace and linen, covered and curled into him, tears begin to fall.. over his chest.. "Jack doesn't want me anymore " her voice was small and broken.. as she seemed to melt into him " But I'm keeping this child... I'll be a good mother I promise " sniffling she grasp his hand in hers.. and drifted off into drugged oblivion. Some where in the recesses of her mind she knew it was wrong to be in Maahes arms like this.. but... she craved the comfort and security he offered her..drugged or not.. she needed loving arms about her.

Jean Claude: "Jack is a fool." Spoke the Phantom from the Opera House, the voice of eternity rising like steam from a hearth fire. The black shadows would pull together to release this man, whose frame filled the room by height, and shadow fell over the pair now lost into the sickness of their own bodies. Shaden would not have heard him say it, but in every motion she could feel it if she wanted. A spider came down the wall, or so he felt at the moment. Spinning this web of lies and deceit like brushing the length of his jet black strands of long hair. "One day, Ma petite, you will see this." The ivory digits of his hands tucked back strands of the reddest red behind her ear.The Beast was well lost,for this he could tell by the deep even breaths, but even in his sleep Maahes was protecting her. He was not so willing to let go of Shaden, but once free of the massive arms Jean-Claude cradled the woman in his arms. What was left of his heart was breaking as this could be the very last time he ever got to see her, and was also the very first time he had ever truly been alone. Broad shoulders were thin, but well toned hardened as he tried his best to just simply do as he was instructed. Yet slow..even..steps paced him across the floor with this treasure his; if only for a moment. Never to him was his forever, but this was a moment he would cherish for eternity. He was going to
disgrace her name, make her out to be the whore she wanted to be free from, and now once the news spread of her pregnancy..would it be Adams or the Beast's?

Peregrin : "There is not time to play, Jean-Claude." Peregrin snapped as he moved inside the room, and rolled Maahes to his back. "She is not your meal, you do not get to toy with her before her death. I need her alive." The clothes from the General were stripped with ease, as it was easy to do when he was not fighting back. Sitting back for a moment he looked down upon the man and felt his fists ball up, and the desire to just kill him and leave the knife in Shaden's hands ran wildly through him.

Jean Claude: "I should say the same to you, Master." JC spoke in a flat proper sound, as he still swayed with Shaden in his arms. Rocking a child to sleep so it seemed, until he came to place her back on the bed. Ever the gentlemen he kept his eyes closed as the slip was removed and the Beast rolled on top of her.

Peregrin: "Pull her leg up around him." Maahes was not fully on top of her but just enough so it seemed a natural position to fall once the passion was over. His arms curled around her, his face was buried into her neck, and JC would do as he was told.


Jean Claude: Yet, as the Pirate Captain went to scattered their clothes about the room, something would be missed. A small rolled up piece of paper was slipped into the hands of the courtesan. Did Peregrin actually expect JC to not help her once again. In their years of working together, all this time Jean-Claude had been going behind the destruction the other left. Patching up to a point, that if Shaden was not smart enough to figure out the meaning of the puzzle, it would be of her own fault. This was to be his last gift to her. A clue to the truth. A bit of the weed that caused their reaction and the words in perfectly scripted French, "écoutez votre coeur" Listen to your heart, and with that the trap was set the bait placed out before the panther whose head brought much a price..and their freedom.