Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Nov 6, 2008 20:03:24 GMT -6
Beathag The lane was a place that seemed to go on forever. In the miles stretching out into the pulse of culture, more exotic things were here than in the common markets. Gypsies set up their vardos and tents, bedouins from far away sat on rugs drinking a beverage called coffee. Blackamoors, Nubians. Oriental tongues doing business with French. Beathag was a Scott at once a part and at home among them. The Ebony Prince darted from behind her skirts to capture the hems of a black woman. Once a slave, her freedom was procured on her wit and the Lady Griffin's influence a few years before in Spain. Because of this, meeting again in Turas Lan, Aodhan saw her as something of extended family. From her she was learning Spanish, and she was learning how one of dark flesh could fit into the strange world. "Look Mama!" He shouted, holding up a mask made in the Andalusian mountains while she played a game of Mancala with the woman in question. (d)
Jocelyn: What was the true meaning of a gypsy? Some say being born as one, others say its taking up the lifestyle of one. Jocelyn, well, she could be called one for the simple fact of the lifestyle. The woman was the type that went where the wind blew her. For now however, the wind was calm in the city of Turas Lan. Jocelyn was finding herself rather comfortable in this place. The people seemed friendly enough, their was work to be had in any interest and frankly, her soul was weary from the months of travel. The half Irish half Scot female had been here for weeks now, almost months and though she was hired as an assistant of sorts, the work wasn't enough for her. So it was now, she was out and about in search of maybe more ways to find a lil extra coin.<d
Kennocha Her vardo was parked along the lane but she wasent in it. She was trotting down the lane upon the back of her large gypsy vanner stallion. The black and white beast dubbed " Hustler" pranced down the path while the tiny gypsy woman clung to his back like she belonged there and no where else. she moved with ease against the stallion's bare back. Each step caused bells to tinkle that had her approach heard long before she was perhaps recognized. (d)
Beathag: Recogition? Ah, it was not turned toward a great many people. The world consisted of crowie shells; smooth, white under her fingertips as she moved them in the grooves on the wooden board. The scent of an exotic oil wafting out by the heat of a candle flame, and Aodhan, coming to rest his head against her lap. Those that passed the African woman's tent were smiled too as they were on their way to a variety of shopping, food, drink, and other delights. She did not stand out, for she was clad simply in a brow, button down dress of sorts over a long white chemise. Under it was another long skirt of black, her hair bound back in a green leather thong. Callused fingertips touched child, friend, and happiness. This was perhaps the best way to meet her if one did so! (d)
Jocelyn Jocelyn would be making her way down that street where life seemed endless even through the night. Big brown eyes spotted a crowd of onlookers as the Duchess and her son visited a woman's tent. Some whispered awful things that were rumored in Aberdeen, obviously they knew nothing of the woman herself and had to be new to the area. "Ye there! Wots this Malarkey ye be talkn bout?" She shouted to them as she neared the three women. "Dae ye know the woman fer yeself? Hm?! Iffn nae... then be on ye way and let be the woman live..aye..'fore Ay go beat'n some sense in tae ye and 'ave me-self arrested fer such an act!" All three women looked to Jocelyn as if she were crazy. "Ye heard me.. go on!" She said as she took a step toward them, making the gossiping trio take to a quick pace away from the Duchess, her son and the African woman's tent. Jocelyn gave a shake of her head as hands planted themselves on her hips. She called after them. "Ye ought tae be ashamed of yeselves... repeat'n such!" A roll of eyes was made as she began to make her way down the street again and drawing closer to the topic of conversation.<d
Kennocha: Hustler startled at the sudden yell and as she settled him down she pulled him to a stop to glance towards the topic of conversation. She flushed a little bit recognizing the woman she had seen the Duke with before, and assumed she was the dutchess. She had heard much on the woman, though the foul rumors the women were repeating were not some of them. She easily dropped off the back of her stallion patting his nose tenderly as she moved towards Jocelyn
Beathag "Ah, you made a good move, coming from that place, majestic one." The dark accent of the dark fleshed woman rolled out as the brogue of the Scott replied, "Ah've had some time o' late tae practice, lass.." The shell of the African ear was keen to the gossip of the igorant daring to talk their poisoned prejudice in a place where their pale flesh stood out like candles in washes of dark shadow. Her face was narrowed, not for her sake, but that of the woman and boy. "Ah, see. someone stops them. Good!" She put her hand to her knees as Beathag drew Aodhan to sit on her knee. "Och, worry o'er it nay. One day, the world will know o' a Scotland where a man o' dark flesh may stand closer tae, if nay as high, as the mainland King." The Black Prince, indeed. She watched at a distance as the women came to meet (d).
Jocelyn Joce;yn did indeed close that distance between herself and the others. "Tis a shame... they 'ave nothing better tae dae then tae talk o'thing that are unfounded." She said as she neared them. 'Why, iffn Ay were ye muh Grace... Ay'd make'em regret every bit o'it by send'n them tae the stocks. Or have'em work for ye with no wages to show fer it." Another shake of head was made as she glanced over her shoulder in the direction the ladies had been. It was then the brown eyes would catch sight of a familiar face... Kennocha. She had wondered jus where the woman had been lately along with their empoyer. "G'eve tae ye Kennocha... fancy see'n ye 'ere." Said with a grin as she let her eyesshift from the gypsy to the Duchess and her company.<d
Beathag: "They would beh takin' tae much o' time 'way from wot truly beh important," She replied with a shrug as the boy seemed to have grown a thicker skin, he only nuzzled against his mother before sliding down to play. "Twould take time away from the good people o' the realm n' gettin' tae know fine lot such as yeself. This is Eona 'ere. Kind 'nough tae let us laze 'bout her tent all day." The woman was introduced as if sh ewere no different, for indeed she was no differing. To Kennocha she nodded her head as Eona went to fetch them drinking bowls of something to drink. (d)
Jocelyn: "Ay suppose ye be right muh Grace... though... Ay dae wish there be a way o' make'n them regret sayn such things." The small woman replied in response as she looked back to the Duchess. "And think noth'n o' it ye Grace... jus muh way of see'n tae things. Many think me crazy fer such ways." Eyes drifted to the woman whom the uchess introduced and she was granted a smile. "Pleasure tae meet ye Eona... " the browns lowered to the dark prince. "Ye as well fine Sir... suppose ye be see'n tae things jus fine when around ye momma, hm?" <d
Kennocha: Kennocha gave that sweet dimpled little smile to both women she offered a polite curtsey to both women and then linked her arm with Jocelyn. " How have you been?" She herself had been quite the busy bee since meeting Alendral, tagging along in some instances in others she was left to her own devices, which was more the case lately. She smiled to Eona and the boy with his mother and bowed to them both as well in greeting. Her infectious smile given to
both of them as well. She offered a slender hand to the Dutchess intent on introducing herself to the woman. " Good Evening M'Lady. I am Kennocha."(d)
Beathag: "Goo' 'eventide good lady Kennocha. Beathag, Beathag Aberdeen at ye service." Shaking hands with people meant that she saw no reason to believe herself above them. All bled, all breathed! "Will ye both come ' sojourn awhile? The sweet drink o' the milk n' honey beh prepared in some way tha' only Eona makes happen. Makes for sweet mind, sae she says." Given her life, she would imbue each piece of sweetness she could muster. Those women who pointed to Aodhan seemed sheepish after their reprimand by Jocelyn. "Like ye cut off their tails," Beathag whispered to her and winked, chuckling."Besides, ye ne'er know. Might be from the households tha' dun care wot color Aodhan is, only tha' he needs an arranged marriage. Pssht!" The Highlander scoffed. The day she and Adam signed off on such an agreement with the lot would be the day angels flew out of the pope's backside! On that day, too, you'd see her on her knees at church! (d)
Jocelyn Good thing it wasn't Alendral trying to link his arm with hers, or he'd find himself feeling a good shove right about now....again. The arm of Kennocha however was welcomed and she looked to the gypsy with a smile. "We be jus talkn 'bout tha daft folks that dun be mind'n their tongues." Jocelyn's eyes once more moved to where the women had once been and looked back to her company. The lil woman laughed a bit at the Duchess's words and nodded. "Aye... thatbe a good thing me thinks." Suddenly realizing she had yet given her own name while Kennocha introduced herself, she'd take a moment to remedy that when chance was given. "Speak'n o'daft people.. ye will forgive me Ay hope ye Grace. Ay be Jocelyn Cotovartre... Ay go where the winds leads me and she be lead'n me 'ere tae ye fine lands." <d
Kennocha Kennocha smiled and glanced towards the three women. " You could give them a truth potion. They would have to speak the truth no matter how hard they tried not to. " She smiled and winked at the three women then glanced back atBess. " Mmm some honey milk and sitting with you and your family M'Lady seem like a fine invitation to take advantage of this evening." (d)
Beathag "Mah sweet, there need nay beh potions tae make folk open their gaw here 'bouts. They will say many things..many things. Ah've heard tha' Ah'm the devil's whore n' tha' Aodhan is the result o' me sellin' mah soul. let me tell ye one thing." The finger pointed to form the prolific number, "If tha' were the way o' it, then on mah father's soul, Ah'd sell mine a hundred times o'er." Wry grin as she passed the milkand honey drink over to them. Just like some would sneer, others gave praise. "Ah'll forgive ye, Jocelyn! Pssht. Been crazy fer 35, n' next Beltane will beh 36 years. Has its benefits." (D)
Jocelyn: "Aye... fine invitation it be indeed."She said with a smile as she accepted the drink and took up a nearby crate to sit upon. "Then Ay be hope'n Ay stay as crazy as Ay be now iffn nae more so!" She added a few moments later with a small chuckle as she enjoyed the offered drink. A smile and nod was given to Eona with a compliment. "Fine drink ye 'ave 'ere m'lady...thank ye both kindly." She said as she looked to both the dark skinned woman and the Duchess. Eyes shifted to Aodhan and she smiled, no matter his skin color, he was a handsome young boy and knew his momma was raising him right despite what others thought of the pair. A smile was given to the boy before she looked to Kennocha."Where be our employer? Ay've nae seen him for some time now."<d
Kennocha: She settled down and accepted the milk with a warm smile and a thanks followed by a soft. " mmmm" of appreciateion. Hustler dropped his head over her shoulder to sniff at its contents making her laugh and gently pushed him away. " This is not for you Sir." She teased the stallion. Then glanced towards Jocelyn. " He has been around here and there I myself have not seen much of him lately either." She shrugged her slender shoulders. Alendral was a mysterious man with his own demons to deal with and at times retreated upon himself. (d)
Beathag: "Ahhhh....yer both with Master Sorschal then..see I recall him mention he had an assistant, ye.." She said in a low tone as she considered Kennocha, "wasn't aware he had grown his staff. Man do nay say much, but Ah wager yer lord will be about soon enough..he's a vera busy man on the court's behalf." Either he was studying on the enemy or perhaps doing away with them in his crafty fashion? She drank deep of milk and honey while considering this. God, how he challenged every faculty buthe did so with good reason., meaning the Englishman had her respect for dancing in the hot grounds of her anger and surviving. (With his head attached) (d)
Jocelyn: . Ay be tha behind t"Aye... she be tha pretty one for the assistant job... me....Ay be tha behind tha scene type. See'n tae all tha props and such." She smirked. "Sides, iffn Ay were tae dae as Kennocha, we be in a world o'troubles. Men would be find'n themselves on their rear ends." Jocelyn chuckled but truth be told, she didn;t like the idea of men gawking at her and touching her...or trying to. Not to say Kennocha liked it, it was just how men were. They see something pretty and think they have to have it. Be it jewels, women, coin, or whatever. "Aye, a busy man he be.. good man me thinks... so far." She quickly corrected herself there, not wanting to show any softness toward him. Otherwise, it could be pointed out as a sign of weakness. <d
Kennocha: Kennocha smiled at that and nodded. " He is a good man." she had no qualms with showing favoriteism towards her employer. She glanced towards Jocelyn. " Perhaps tis best you are behind the scenes. Wouldn't want the crowd see you put Alen on his rear more then once no matter how amusing that might be." She grinned at her then looked towards Bess. Kennocha knew a little more about his tasks then most people did other then those directly involved. And if she had the chance to catch him for a few moments she might know a little more. but as it was it was probably a good thing that she didn'tknow what he was up to exactly. (d)
Beathag "He's a good man. Skye 'as many a good man n' thankfully we be a' nay a lack.." Her son darted off into the crowds, but here, of all places she was not concerned for his safety. Before one could say anything he was picked up by a Moor who was going to tell him a story on the steps of the vardo he'd procured from a Bulgarian craftsmen to travel the wilds of Europe. In fact, she was a happy woman. One might venture to say she glowed in a sort of contement. (d
Kennocha: Kennocha smiled as the boy was picked up. She sipped at her drink finishing off the last of it then taking note of thenudge to her back given by the Vanner stallion. He was hungry. It was time to go. She smiled to the Dutchess. "It was a pleasure to meet and spend time with you m' lady. Perhaps we can do so again but for now I have an appointment with Sir Robertson that I must keep." She smiled at that and rose to her feet. With a deftness and agility she swung effortlessly upon the back of the stallion settled comfortably upon his broad back her skirt sliding up to reveal her slender legs as they dangled on either side of the stallion's sides. She would wave to Jocelyn. " I will meet up with you soon Jocelyn and then together we can try and see if we can pin our employer down for a few moments?" another dimpled smile before she was guiding Hustler out of the lane and out towards the Robertson Manor where she had first met Iain.(d)
Beathag: "Robertson eh? Take ye wits with ye last n' fasten down the rest now. Tha' lad loves 'is women as much as his honors." She told her as she watched her go confident astride the beast and find her way down the lane. Ah well, so long as Iian continued to support Adam, who he was romancing for the next few days was of no nevermind to her. Still, as Sorchal's assistant it bid her worth watching just a little closely. (d
Jocelyn: For once, the woman had grown quiet as others spoke on other things. The brown eyed and brown haired female would simply sit and listen as she enjoyed the honyed milk. Not wasting anything that was given by such a good set of people like the Duchess and Eona. She watched as Aodhan darted off only to be taken up by another. A smile creased full lips before she looked and realized Kennocha was taking her leave. A nod was given to her friend as she set off to seek out business...and from hear say... trouble. She looked back to the Duchess then and her head canted. "Ye be fair'n well mah Lady? Ye look as iffn much troubles ye...point'em out and Ay will gladly see to'em as best as Ay can o'course." Lord... wasn't this one a spit fire. "Ay dun take kindly tae folks that be cause'n trouble fer ye good people. Jus ask the Lady Eirian... " She said with a smirk, remembering a time where the two had chased after a man whom pushed Jocelyn.. then ran like a coward. Only to have Jocelyn follow him on foot, Eirian on horse back. By the time Eirian had caught up, Jocelyn had lunged and grounded the man. <d
Beathag "Actually, fer lal the troubles in the world mine own beh a good one. Happy. Fer all tha' gaes on Ah beh vera happy. M'husband holds me n' mah son smiles again. Whispers o' war...ye know here they matter little tae meh. In the face o' this all Ah've learned tae nay care sae much." (D)
Jocelyn: "Aye, then happy ye be then. Ay would be tae iffn Ay was ye. Tae 'ave such things in ye life is a blessn." She said with a soft nod as the cup of honeyed milk was lifted to full lips once more. "Though, me thinks Ay be needn tae find a man that can 'andle me... when tha time be right o'course." Jocelyn added with a smirk. "And me thinks that be no time soon. Ay could care less o such things right now. Ay 'ave me health, tha clothes 'pon me back and Ay food 'ave food* in mah belly that be earned with me own two hands. Wot more could a woman ask fer?" <d
Beathag: "Nay much else." She lifted her bowl in homage with a wry grin before drinking it in -d-
Jocelyn: What was the true meaning of a gypsy? Some say being born as one, others say its taking up the lifestyle of one. Jocelyn, well, she could be called one for the simple fact of the lifestyle. The woman was the type that went where the wind blew her. For now however, the wind was calm in the city of Turas Lan. Jocelyn was finding herself rather comfortable in this place. The people seemed friendly enough, their was work to be had in any interest and frankly, her soul was weary from the months of travel. The half Irish half Scot female had been here for weeks now, almost months and though she was hired as an assistant of sorts, the work wasn't enough for her. So it was now, she was out and about in search of maybe more ways to find a lil extra coin.<d
Kennocha Her vardo was parked along the lane but she wasent in it. She was trotting down the lane upon the back of her large gypsy vanner stallion. The black and white beast dubbed " Hustler" pranced down the path while the tiny gypsy woman clung to his back like she belonged there and no where else. she moved with ease against the stallion's bare back. Each step caused bells to tinkle that had her approach heard long before she was perhaps recognized. (d)
Beathag: Recogition? Ah, it was not turned toward a great many people. The world consisted of crowie shells; smooth, white under her fingertips as she moved them in the grooves on the wooden board. The scent of an exotic oil wafting out by the heat of a candle flame, and Aodhan, coming to rest his head against her lap. Those that passed the African woman's tent were smiled too as they were on their way to a variety of shopping, food, drink, and other delights. She did not stand out, for she was clad simply in a brow, button down dress of sorts over a long white chemise. Under it was another long skirt of black, her hair bound back in a green leather thong. Callused fingertips touched child, friend, and happiness. This was perhaps the best way to meet her if one did so! (d)
Jocelyn Jocelyn would be making her way down that street where life seemed endless even through the night. Big brown eyes spotted a crowd of onlookers as the Duchess and her son visited a woman's tent. Some whispered awful things that were rumored in Aberdeen, obviously they knew nothing of the woman herself and had to be new to the area. "Ye there! Wots this Malarkey ye be talkn bout?" She shouted to them as she neared the three women. "Dae ye know the woman fer yeself? Hm?! Iffn nae... then be on ye way and let be the woman live..aye..'fore Ay go beat'n some sense in tae ye and 'ave me-self arrested fer such an act!" All three women looked to Jocelyn as if she were crazy. "Ye heard me.. go on!" She said as she took a step toward them, making the gossiping trio take to a quick pace away from the Duchess, her son and the African woman's tent. Jocelyn gave a shake of her head as hands planted themselves on her hips. She called after them. "Ye ought tae be ashamed of yeselves... repeat'n such!" A roll of eyes was made as she began to make her way down the street again and drawing closer to the topic of conversation.<d
Kennocha: Hustler startled at the sudden yell and as she settled him down she pulled him to a stop to glance towards the topic of conversation. She flushed a little bit recognizing the woman she had seen the Duke with before, and assumed she was the dutchess. She had heard much on the woman, though the foul rumors the women were repeating were not some of them. She easily dropped off the back of her stallion patting his nose tenderly as she moved towards Jocelyn
Beathag "Ah, you made a good move, coming from that place, majestic one." The dark accent of the dark fleshed woman rolled out as the brogue of the Scott replied, "Ah've had some time o' late tae practice, lass.." The shell of the African ear was keen to the gossip of the igorant daring to talk their poisoned prejudice in a place where their pale flesh stood out like candles in washes of dark shadow. Her face was narrowed, not for her sake, but that of the woman and boy. "Ah, see. someone stops them. Good!" She put her hand to her knees as Beathag drew Aodhan to sit on her knee. "Och, worry o'er it nay. One day, the world will know o' a Scotland where a man o' dark flesh may stand closer tae, if nay as high, as the mainland King." The Black Prince, indeed. She watched at a distance as the women came to meet (d).
Jocelyn Joce;yn did indeed close that distance between herself and the others. "Tis a shame... they 'ave nothing better tae dae then tae talk o'thing that are unfounded." She said as she neared them. 'Why, iffn Ay were ye muh Grace... Ay'd make'em regret every bit o'it by send'n them tae the stocks. Or have'em work for ye with no wages to show fer it." Another shake of head was made as she glanced over her shoulder in the direction the ladies had been. It was then the brown eyes would catch sight of a familiar face... Kennocha. She had wondered jus where the woman had been lately along with their empoyer. "G'eve tae ye Kennocha... fancy see'n ye 'ere." Said with a grin as she let her eyesshift from the gypsy to the Duchess and her company.<d
Beathag: "They would beh takin' tae much o' time 'way from wot truly beh important," She replied with a shrug as the boy seemed to have grown a thicker skin, he only nuzzled against his mother before sliding down to play. "Twould take time away from the good people o' the realm n' gettin' tae know fine lot such as yeself. This is Eona 'ere. Kind 'nough tae let us laze 'bout her tent all day." The woman was introduced as if sh ewere no different, for indeed she was no differing. To Kennocha she nodded her head as Eona went to fetch them drinking bowls of something to drink. (d)
Jocelyn: "Ay suppose ye be right muh Grace... though... Ay dae wish there be a way o' make'n them regret sayn such things." The small woman replied in response as she looked back to the Duchess. "And think noth'n o' it ye Grace... jus muh way of see'n tae things. Many think me crazy fer such ways." Eyes drifted to the woman whom the uchess introduced and she was granted a smile. "Pleasure tae meet ye Eona... " the browns lowered to the dark prince. "Ye as well fine Sir... suppose ye be see'n tae things jus fine when around ye momma, hm?" <d
Kennocha: Kennocha gave that sweet dimpled little smile to both women she offered a polite curtsey to both women and then linked her arm with Jocelyn. " How have you been?" She herself had been quite the busy bee since meeting Alendral, tagging along in some instances in others she was left to her own devices, which was more the case lately. She smiled to Eona and the boy with his mother and bowed to them both as well in greeting. Her infectious smile given to
both of them as well. She offered a slender hand to the Dutchess intent on introducing herself to the woman. " Good Evening M'Lady. I am Kennocha."(d)
Beathag: "Goo' 'eventide good lady Kennocha. Beathag, Beathag Aberdeen at ye service." Shaking hands with people meant that she saw no reason to believe herself above them. All bled, all breathed! "Will ye both come ' sojourn awhile? The sweet drink o' the milk n' honey beh prepared in some way tha' only Eona makes happen. Makes for sweet mind, sae she says." Given her life, she would imbue each piece of sweetness she could muster. Those women who pointed to Aodhan seemed sheepish after their reprimand by Jocelyn. "Like ye cut off their tails," Beathag whispered to her and winked, chuckling."Besides, ye ne'er know. Might be from the households tha' dun care wot color Aodhan is, only tha' he needs an arranged marriage. Pssht!" The Highlander scoffed. The day she and Adam signed off on such an agreement with the lot would be the day angels flew out of the pope's backside! On that day, too, you'd see her on her knees at church! (d)
Jocelyn Good thing it wasn't Alendral trying to link his arm with hers, or he'd find himself feeling a good shove right about now....again. The arm of Kennocha however was welcomed and she looked to the gypsy with a smile. "We be jus talkn 'bout tha daft folks that dun be mind'n their tongues." Jocelyn's eyes once more moved to where the women had once been and looked back to her company. The lil woman laughed a bit at the Duchess's words and nodded. "Aye... thatbe a good thing me thinks." Suddenly realizing she had yet given her own name while Kennocha introduced herself, she'd take a moment to remedy that when chance was given. "Speak'n o'daft people.. ye will forgive me Ay hope ye Grace. Ay be Jocelyn Cotovartre... Ay go where the winds leads me and she be lead'n me 'ere tae ye fine lands." <d
Kennocha Kennocha smiled and glanced towards the three women. " You could give them a truth potion. They would have to speak the truth no matter how hard they tried not to. " She smiled and winked at the three women then glanced back atBess. " Mmm some honey milk and sitting with you and your family M'Lady seem like a fine invitation to take advantage of this evening." (d)
Beathag "Mah sweet, there need nay beh potions tae make folk open their gaw here 'bouts. They will say many things..many things. Ah've heard tha' Ah'm the devil's whore n' tha' Aodhan is the result o' me sellin' mah soul. let me tell ye one thing." The finger pointed to form the prolific number, "If tha' were the way o' it, then on mah father's soul, Ah'd sell mine a hundred times o'er." Wry grin as she passed the milkand honey drink over to them. Just like some would sneer, others gave praise. "Ah'll forgive ye, Jocelyn! Pssht. Been crazy fer 35, n' next Beltane will beh 36 years. Has its benefits." (D)
Jocelyn: "Aye... fine invitation it be indeed."She said with a smile as she accepted the drink and took up a nearby crate to sit upon. "Then Ay be hope'n Ay stay as crazy as Ay be now iffn nae more so!" She added a few moments later with a small chuckle as she enjoyed the offered drink. A smile and nod was given to Eona with a compliment. "Fine drink ye 'ave 'ere m'lady...thank ye both kindly." She said as she looked to both the dark skinned woman and the Duchess. Eyes shifted to Aodhan and she smiled, no matter his skin color, he was a handsome young boy and knew his momma was raising him right despite what others thought of the pair. A smile was given to the boy before she looked to Kennocha."Where be our employer? Ay've nae seen him for some time now."<d
Kennocha: She settled down and accepted the milk with a warm smile and a thanks followed by a soft. " mmmm" of appreciateion. Hustler dropped his head over her shoulder to sniff at its contents making her laugh and gently pushed him away. " This is not for you Sir." She teased the stallion. Then glanced towards Jocelyn. " He has been around here and there I myself have not seen much of him lately either." She shrugged her slender shoulders. Alendral was a mysterious man with his own demons to deal with and at times retreated upon himself. (d)
Beathag: "Ahhhh....yer both with Master Sorschal then..see I recall him mention he had an assistant, ye.." She said in a low tone as she considered Kennocha, "wasn't aware he had grown his staff. Man do nay say much, but Ah wager yer lord will be about soon enough..he's a vera busy man on the court's behalf." Either he was studying on the enemy or perhaps doing away with them in his crafty fashion? She drank deep of milk and honey while considering this. God, how he challenged every faculty buthe did so with good reason., meaning the Englishman had her respect for dancing in the hot grounds of her anger and surviving. (With his head attached) (d)
Jocelyn: . Ay be tha behind t"Aye... she be tha pretty one for the assistant job... me....Ay be tha behind tha scene type. See'n tae all tha props and such." She smirked. "Sides, iffn Ay were tae dae as Kennocha, we be in a world o'troubles. Men would be find'n themselves on their rear ends." Jocelyn chuckled but truth be told, she didn;t like the idea of men gawking at her and touching her...or trying to. Not to say Kennocha liked it, it was just how men were. They see something pretty and think they have to have it. Be it jewels, women, coin, or whatever. "Aye, a busy man he be.. good man me thinks... so far." She quickly corrected herself there, not wanting to show any softness toward him. Otherwise, it could be pointed out as a sign of weakness. <d
Kennocha: Kennocha smiled at that and nodded. " He is a good man." she had no qualms with showing favoriteism towards her employer. She glanced towards Jocelyn. " Perhaps tis best you are behind the scenes. Wouldn't want the crowd see you put Alen on his rear more then once no matter how amusing that might be." She grinned at her then looked towards Bess. Kennocha knew a little more about his tasks then most people did other then those directly involved. And if she had the chance to catch him for a few moments she might know a little more. but as it was it was probably a good thing that she didn'tknow what he was up to exactly. (d)
Beathag "He's a good man. Skye 'as many a good man n' thankfully we be a' nay a lack.." Her son darted off into the crowds, but here, of all places she was not concerned for his safety. Before one could say anything he was picked up by a Moor who was going to tell him a story on the steps of the vardo he'd procured from a Bulgarian craftsmen to travel the wilds of Europe. In fact, she was a happy woman. One might venture to say she glowed in a sort of contement. (d
Kennocha: Kennocha smiled as the boy was picked up. She sipped at her drink finishing off the last of it then taking note of thenudge to her back given by the Vanner stallion. He was hungry. It was time to go. She smiled to the Dutchess. "It was a pleasure to meet and spend time with you m' lady. Perhaps we can do so again but for now I have an appointment with Sir Robertson that I must keep." She smiled at that and rose to her feet. With a deftness and agility she swung effortlessly upon the back of the stallion settled comfortably upon his broad back her skirt sliding up to reveal her slender legs as they dangled on either side of the stallion's sides. She would wave to Jocelyn. " I will meet up with you soon Jocelyn and then together we can try and see if we can pin our employer down for a few moments?" another dimpled smile before she was guiding Hustler out of the lane and out towards the Robertson Manor where she had first met Iain.(d)
Beathag: "Robertson eh? Take ye wits with ye last n' fasten down the rest now. Tha' lad loves 'is women as much as his honors." She told her as she watched her go confident astride the beast and find her way down the lane. Ah well, so long as Iian continued to support Adam, who he was romancing for the next few days was of no nevermind to her. Still, as Sorchal's assistant it bid her worth watching just a little closely. (d
Jocelyn: For once, the woman had grown quiet as others spoke on other things. The brown eyed and brown haired female would simply sit and listen as she enjoyed the honyed milk. Not wasting anything that was given by such a good set of people like the Duchess and Eona. She watched as Aodhan darted off only to be taken up by another. A smile creased full lips before she looked and realized Kennocha was taking her leave. A nod was given to her friend as she set off to seek out business...and from hear say... trouble. She looked back to the Duchess then and her head canted. "Ye be fair'n well mah Lady? Ye look as iffn much troubles ye...point'em out and Ay will gladly see to'em as best as Ay can o'course." Lord... wasn't this one a spit fire. "Ay dun take kindly tae folks that be cause'n trouble fer ye good people. Jus ask the Lady Eirian... " She said with a smirk, remembering a time where the two had chased after a man whom pushed Jocelyn.. then ran like a coward. Only to have Jocelyn follow him on foot, Eirian on horse back. By the time Eirian had caught up, Jocelyn had lunged and grounded the man. <d
Beathag "Actually, fer lal the troubles in the world mine own beh a good one. Happy. Fer all tha' gaes on Ah beh vera happy. M'husband holds me n' mah son smiles again. Whispers o' war...ye know here they matter little tae meh. In the face o' this all Ah've learned tae nay care sae much." (D)
Jocelyn: "Aye, then happy ye be then. Ay would be tae iffn Ay was ye. Tae 'ave such things in ye life is a blessn." She said with a soft nod as the cup of honeyed milk was lifted to full lips once more. "Though, me thinks Ay be needn tae find a man that can 'andle me... when tha time be right o'course." Jocelyn added with a smirk. "And me thinks that be no time soon. Ay could care less o such things right now. Ay 'ave me health, tha clothes 'pon me back and Ay food 'ave food* in mah belly that be earned with me own two hands. Wot more could a woman ask fer?" <d
Beathag: "Nay much else." She lifted her bowl in homage with a wry grin before drinking it in -d-
