Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Nov 7, 2008 0:11:46 GMT -6
Beathag The scene was simple, jovial and obvious for the end of a day of hard work in the city. People of all sorts poured in through the doors of Alicia "Rose" Keyes, tempted by the smells of her hearth, the drinks on her shelves, and the company to have beside a fire on a chilly eve. One of the faces in the plethora of many stood out, for when she came a rousing cheer went forth. The Lady had not been seen out in many weeks and on this her first occasion, she was happy to be among her people. Ah, Skye! No sort like them anywhere, and it took being from home to a place she once called that to learn it. Golden hair swished as head moved from side to side, a constant smile, a shake of hand. Her guard was given free rounds, and she? She abstained! Giving the reason only to rose she would take no more than cider. (d)
Roac: It was the rousing cheer that brought Roac to the Briar rose for the second night running. As ever he had been wandering and observing the city. He was a man fascinated by culture; it's vast differences from nation to nation and the tiny nuances from town to town. Every place and every people was different, and as a man of learning, he simply could not help himself. He had been scribbling in a leatherbound journal for days now, sketching and taking notes. Though, if there was cheering, certainly there would be something noteworthy to follow. So that easy, fluid stride carried the scholar-come-surgeon toward the inn. As he pushed in through the door the indeterminable wash of sound passed over him, the sound of a hundred conversations, followed by the warmth of the heart, and the smell of food and sweet smoke. Such sensory triggers could only make a place feel homely, and so that slow smile crept over his lips. It didn't take him long to figure what the kerfuffle was all about. Many an admiring gaze and pointed finger clung to one woman in particular. A quick inquirybehind the bar, and the apparent presence of several armed guards gave him his answer. The Lady of Skye! He had never thought to find himself in the presence of such nobility, yet it would certainly be worth noting. And so having ordered a cup of tea, he took a seat not too far from the Lady, and opened his journal, deft fingers sliding his pencil from the gap in the spine. He began to sketch her from where he sat, his deft fingers working easily around the page.[d]
Beathag The smell of roast beef, chicken, and lamb made the bellies rumble. Bowls of venison stew were ladled out amid the usual tavern quip: a pretty lass, a promise of extra coin for a choice meal of other things resulting in a smack across some sir's face for being too fresh. People laughed at her spirit, his boldness. Jovial merriment was the seasoning as thick as the scent of rich foods and clotted cream. Could a place be so good? The presence of nobility amid the people as if she were no more, disterned only by the men in her company, the Griffins on their armor. For her part it was only a long chemise of a dark olive green with an earthen brown overdress buttoned atop it. Fine fabric but humble creation, eyes lined from years of humor as she shared in the happenings with th epeople who were near. She lifted her mug up, drank, and listened to all manner of things from the bets over card games to the hopesof a young girl (d)
Roac: His drawing came on quickly enough. The details were not what he attempted to capture, but rather the shape and form of the Lady, capturing the lines and curves of her body and face. Theres was certainly a glowing beauty to her. She didn't wear fanciful clothes nor was she bejewelled as Roac would have expected. In fact, the more he watched her, the more the subtlety of her beauty struck him. He chuckled and downed his pencil to sip at his cup of black tea. He felt to talk to her, yet he had been in Skye only days, and would not deem to ste above his station. And more like than not, bringing attention to himself and his "heresy" was less than wise. And so for a time he would just watch her, observe her manner in a way that he told himself was entirely unstalkery! [d]
Beathag A Subtle beauty? The words she knew nothing of. Oh, to be told one thing and adhere to it was a completely different thing! The curvature of her cheek lent itself to a roundness that sloped to the shell of the ear, the length of white throat where scars seemed to vanish behind the curtain of hair. Hands held the scars of old callus, perhaps the remnants of a few new ones. Her jewels were no more than the silver Griffon at her throat, the wedding band upon her hand, and the thinnest circlet on her brow. Beathag, Beathag, plain and simple. (d)
Roac And so he continued to sip at his cup of tea, until it was nothing more than a few crushed tea leaves in the bottom of a china mug. He looked down at the sketch of the Lady that lay in the journal in his lap, and frowned. Somehow it didn't do her justice. It didn't capture her quiet grace, the sense of... Humility and fire. In fact to be sure, he was finding himself entirely enamoured, which grated against his logic, as he hadn't even spoken to the woman. He knew he wouldn't be satisfied with the sketch this night, and so he closed the leather boung book, and tied the fastening cord about it, slipping it into the large, wide pocket of his coat. She was sitting all alone. That would never do! Centering himself he pushed aside his flighty infatuation and stood moved toward her. The guards about the room eyed him suspiciously, but there was nothing threatening in his movements, and so they were content to watch.. For now. "Lady Aberdeen." Came his soft tones that exuded a sense of serene wisdom, yet stained a lightness of soul. "Am I correct?" He smiled warmly, arching a gentle brow as he posed the question.
Beathag: The cider tasted sweeter than she remembered it; dark amber juice with bits of froth as she swirled it around to see the bubbles pop. The rich scent of apples, cinnamon, and other fruit left her head near to swimming in a seaof delight. A hand's touch set the sense of touch to flair to life. When had she been this alive? Not since she had embraced Adam for the first time, or the birth of Aodhan. A voice's pitch rang like a soft bell in her ear, turning her to face the stranger who sought her attention. "Aye, ye beh right," the famous brogue spoke as she smiled, "N' who may Ah 'ave the favor o' meetin' taenight? Ye face is new tae me." She embraced the chance to meet a new soul, offering him a chair at her table. Some nobles never left their halls, for her, business was best done at a simple wooden table. "N'tis a fine place tae become knowin' o' the other." (d)
Roac: He, pleased to find her so welcoming, yet there was a certain forthcomingness about her, her words held none of the frills of most of the aristocracy. "My face is new to many here, infact, I would stretch to say all." He chuckled his warm irish tone slipping from his tongue with every word. He took the proffered seat. "My name is Roac, Roac Aarlin. Surgeon, philosopher, scholar. Or perhaps none of those things and simply a man who loves to learn." He shrugged his heavy woolen coat from his shoulders, sliding it from beneath him to hang on the shoulders of the chair. [d]
Beathag: "Welcome tae Turas Lan, Roac Aarlin. A Surgeon aye? N' a man o' learnin, the land is allways in need o' such. Have ye had chance tae make ye way o'er tae the college n' the healer's wards? For a man o' knowledge n' skill, I dare venture tae say sir, twill marvel ye tae know end. We should make sure ye are turned in the right direction. " The good woman would offer her hand to the Irish as the Scottish embraced a Celtic cousin. The guard had no reason to fear him, but retained a good eye though jovial the conversation was. Now? Oh the guard would be as vigiliant as fabled hawks for they protected more than her life, though she stood it seemed alone. "Mah lot o' learnin is more appreciatin' tae such things instead o' daein, but Ah appreciate a good Celtic fable meself. Where did ye come from, good sir?" (d)
Shaden: She had been occupied all day with the various task of setting up theGilded Lily for business.. the better part of her day taking up with the lessons and education of the New Courtesans.. she planned to Open the Lily on New Years Eve and there was so much to do... even now the task was daunting.. but she had come tonight to speak with Anulia.. hopefully to find out who the best supplier of wine and spirits was.. and how she would find this merchant.. it was qoute the long list of things she had to see too and what was a Courtesan house without a little liquid ambrosia.. to tempt the senses and loosen the wallet.. Opening the door she stepped within.. casting a glacial green gaze over all the assembled and frowning slightly that her current quarry was not to be seen.. drat.. well.. no worries for now.. she would have a cup of hot sider and see.. if the Jungle beauty showed up..(d)
Roac "I will certainly go and investigate the college and the houses of healing. Though I hear there is war abroad? I would most like to use my skills on the field of battle, as I feel I work best under pressure. Would I enquire at the Healer's Ward about that?" His eyes held to hers a time, still rather fascinated by the woman before him who held such station yet who's feet he could tell were still so firmly upon the ground. It fascinated him, as he had observed that in nearly every case, humans were corrupted by the power given them. "As for my home, well, I hail from across the sea, the Emerald Isle... Or Ireland, whichever you so prefer. A child of loch and hill." He grinned, is memory skipping back through time for a moment, to days spent harvesting the corn with his brothers, while his sisters milked the cows. It was all so distant now. He allowed the look of wist to fade from his features. "I'm not sure if I have any fables for ye, but if ye wished one, Im sure I could come up with somethin'" It seemed that the heaviness of her own accent seemed to be bringing his own forward.
Beathag Once upon a time, there was a woman born the second eldest o' four, the second child of one, and the beloved daughter, adopted of another man. Her mother was a constant, n' all o' them were born to a greatness that was aspired to. A lineage of harpers, wise women, dragonship men...all diminished save for in old scrolls by the time of her birth.. A fable was life, a fable was sitting at the table, but no doubt it was in each of them. If left to talk he could tell her of his travels, no doubt surely a person of the fair folk lurked therein. "Ye could enquire at the Infirmary o' tha', seek ye mah sister-by-law, the Court Physician Aislin o' Eohmark. She can then, after meetin' ye, help ye tae establish a place with the Generals n' regimens o' the isle. There is a war 'pon the mainland.." Her eyes darkened, lived it. Breathed it. Her hands still held hint of it at the palm by way of a healing scar. "Tis a dangerous time. We beh' o' now, severed from Scotland. Enemies o' the Bruce who is an enemy o' all o' Scotland itself. Tis a dangerous time, more sae than others tae gae tae battle. But the hand o' a healin' sort is needed. Many o' the men need tae be held taegether.." Shaking her head, she pushed the memory away, though to mention it, the evident scratch healing on her cheek..her hands.. They all sacrficed something. Turning out to gaze upon the room she couldn't help but to smile. Life went on, so she was healed in that (d)
Maahes Maahes found himself once again at the doors of the Briar Rose in much better spirits then the night before. Relaxed, and void of any armor he felt more or less..normal. Not a single blade would chase the massive frame of the Beast, as tonight he moved in slow thoughtful motions. This man was changing and for the better, his heart opening and a personality rising from the depths of a dessert born hell. Much could be blamed upon the sudden shift in a man. A new home? Winning a war? However the change on the inside it was but a single mark upon his neck that would relate the out. A love bite--hickey whatever the word..why else would such a man loft down the streets in a haze. Pressing the door back, he was ready this time..ready to take on that damn bar one more time. Not gonna break more dishes..not gonna break more dishes..(d
Anulia There was a good reason why the jungle beauty had yet to make her appearance. She was currently in the back with hands covered in flour and water, making her famous sweet breads for the night and the next day. Flour patches were on darkened cheeks as she sighed and started to knead the dough on the flat, wooden surface. The large, white male of a cook was already laughing at something, of course something he found amusing to himself, when the door opened and chocolate eyes went to Maahes as he entered through the door. Of course he would be greeted with nothing less of a wide smile as he moved closer. `` Maahes, you have come again! You do like coming through the back often. Is it so no one sees you coming!?`` Almost a child like question with that happy tone laced in it
Roac: "Aye, is that so? Well I'll be certain to report to tha' Healer's Ward as soon as I might." He frowned. War was a most grim subject. It was the ultimate product of greedy men, and no good came of greed. It was hard though, to feela sense of true sadness here amongst the high spirited company of the inn. He looked then to the Lady Aberdeen and grinned, feeling that strange twinge within him when he knew he was about to risk his life. "Would ye like ta' hear my story then, Lady Aberdeen?" It was that moment that he knew it was foolishness, but he relished it. If she ordered him strung up for heresy, well, he would run until they caught him. Hadn't he spent most of his life doing as much anyway? [d]
Beathag: The heretic ordering one strung up for heresy? What a jest that would make when the papacy read o'er the scroll, when the priest came to ask him repent before he met his maker. The Lady Aberdeen was an unapologetic, staunch traditional....pagan! She would sooner kneel before the fair folk, the might of Danu, the splendor of the sea gods than she'd do it before two crossed pieces of wood and the man fabled to have died for her 'sins'. I twas not that she did not respect what was done, only that others had done it before, and would do it aft of him. "Ye shall gae with my good accord behind ye. Please, tell me yer story, sir. The night is young n' a story is best tae fill it." Sorrow diminished in an instant, for such sorrows were private. With those who knew her she could open them, and in Eohmark she found that she said more than she ever thought she'd say. Within the walls of Headburg, in the halls of the Healing Horse, a part of her soul was healed. That good wouldn't be undone now. (d)
Aegraine: Once more, late day after going out to hunt, bow slung over her back and a new batch of game for the Inn kitchen, she walked in the Inn's door as if she were at home.Greetings Lady." She nodded and set the day's catch upon a table."Did I hear the word story? Now I cannot leave until I hear it. " With that, the traveler sat at table and propped her bow against the wall.(d)
Maahes "I..uh..like coming in the back." Was this a trick question, for a man who was without for so long, had but one thing on his mind. (sorry Peregrin moment) An oversized tunic fit like a glove, save for being a little tight around his shoulders, was clean and even pressed. Ivory in color, the sleeves had already been rolled back over his leather wrapped forearms, but quickly Anulia would be pressed against the chest with his embrace. "Good evening to you too." A kiss to the top of her head he squeezed her shoulder and looked before the woman. "Tell me what to do.." Eyes moved then from her hands towards the mocha he knew all too well, but his lips would curl with the sight of her stained cheeks. "Face is dirty." Broken English rolled in a rich sound as he grinned. (d
Anulia: The innocent mind took that in a more liberal way then another may have, simply keeping a smile to his words. `` Oh! `` was all she said before closing her eyes at the gentle kiss and the holding of her smaller form. Many would fear him crushing them to death, but not Anulia. There were far worse things to die from then a hug or two. Tell him what to do! Any woman would jump on this moment. To control a beast full out and hold the key to it all. Anulia's response? `` Tending bar would be great. Or moving the barrels of ale in from out back so no one takes from them. And anothrer bucket of flour please?`` Simple right? Face was dirty? Instead of getting a cloth, Anulia rose her fingers to wipe at her cheeks, only smearing more flour on them before she beamed at him. ``All clean now?`` Was it a joke? Who knew!
Roach Roac couldn't help but laugh as the huntress flopped her kill down there on the table before them. Well, there was an entrance! He looked up at her and grinned. "Aye a story indeed, mine. Do feel free t' stay if yer care to listen. I can't promise youll find it particularly interestin', but it might give you a good reason to want to hang me, so it's gotta be worth have a listen, right?" It was though the learned man had peeled away, the past ten years of his leaving in its place a thickly accented irishman, who was tossing the coin of his own life as he went. Little did he know that the Duchess sat beside him was just as worthy of the noose by the law of the church as he was.[d]
Beathag: Beathag was so worthy of the noose that it had graced her throat, the f*g**t kindled the fires under her feet, and torchure was a time that stole many months of life. The sirens have songs to sing and a thousand tales to tell: for all twists, turns, and oddity let him weave his own in Irish lit. The Duchess reclined in her seat as Aegraine came to join them, "Lady! Welcome ye n' rest..aye, good Roac, this is Lady Aegraine a woman o' fine inventions." A company of vagrants, rogues, heathens, and odd folk made the noble assembly. Bliking, she turned to the bar to see who tended, "In fact, the rounds this eve shall beh 'pon the Griffin ,when your story is done I shall return it with on eo' m'own" (D)
Aegraine: "Good to meet you, Roac," and inckined her head in respect for the accent as well as the person." I will listen carefully. ::Or is it the accent of home that intrestes her? (d)
Maahes His laughter rolled from his lips like falling rain, the thunder of his voice not far behind. "Perfect." Of course he would carry the barrels, was she going to do it? Nope, Anulia was doing just as a woman should..cooking in the kitchen. One barrel was rolled up to his shoulder lifted with ease, and the eye of the larger cook caught him, and a dark brow would raise. Would they never get used to seeing him in the kitchen? He can't kill all the time. Nothing would be said in typical Maahes fashion, just a dark dry look before he moved out onto the floor. Not too many people were about to night, and for that he was thankful. Wouldn't p*ss too many people off. Why Anulia and Rose kept putting him on the bar he'd never understand. However, he figured it to be their way of testing him, forcing him to be nice...ish. "Bess?" The barrel was sat down atop the counter of the bar and he looked out upon the table. Was that the Duchess? It had been so long since he had last seen her, he wondered if she would be the same. Her duties had kept her in politics, and his kept him..well kept him breaking those politicians faces in. With THAT MAN? OOooooh how quickly amber orbs would narrow and darken, nostrils would flair and teeth clenched tightly behind flat lips. Though...the man did say he was religious, but with all the different faiths he had seen over the years he still worried. (d
Anulia: One might not find someone more feminine and as a woman " should be" then Anulia. The kitchen was her way, children were her joys and she loved every moment of the life she was having in Skye. A rose in a concrete world as they would say, yet she had her own thorns, somewhere beyond the calm surface. That thunder of a laugh, made Anulia's color rise in her cheeks as she blushed from head to toe and then laughed along with him. A bird;'s chirp to a lion's roar. She watched as he moved off before heading back to her bread, finishing it up so she could shape it, add the sugary spices and then place it into the oven for the cook to take over while she washed her hands in warm water and washed her face off, then headed out beyond the doors to tend the bar in the mean time. Maahes had already brought a few barrels up, leaving Anulia to grab them and drag them behind the bar more so she could lower them into the holeof the floor where the liquid inside would be kept cool from the ground's soil. Others did not go un noticed. `` Hello Beathag, Roac, Aegraine. ``
Roac: "Well, I won't start right at t' beginnin' buta little after. I left my home, which was built into the side of hill, at the bottom of which was a lake. I couldn't tell ye where cause I never saw a map. But I digress." It was only then that he caught Anulia's greeting. "G'day to ye, Anulia." His accent thicker than ever before. He caught the glowering Maahes in the periphery of his vision, but chose not to react to it, and so he turned back to the ladies. "So as I was sayin' I left my home aged seventeen, because my life simply didn' have the answers in it that I knew were out there somewhere. After a good while of wondering and growing, I came across the Hidden Men, and heaven knows how as I was sayin' I left my home aged seventeen, because my life simply didn' have the answers in it that I knew were out there somewhere. After a good while of wondering and growing, I came across the Hidden Men, and heaven knows how Maester Luwin would look at me if'n he knew I was tellin' ye. It would be near impossible to explain to you who and what they were in a signle sittin', but it was there I learned of myself and the world I know.." He could feel his pulse thundering in his veins, adrenaline kicking in as he truly tossed the coin. "It is where I denied the god I was bred to believe in, both damnin' and freein' myself in the process. It was then they came, the holy arm of the church, burnin' and plunderin' in the name of their holy one. I fled. Fast as my feet could carry me t'dublin. That was hard a road as any I've travelled, it was almost as though they knew I was out there, waitin to cut me up and burn me for a heretic. I made it though, heaven knows how. And boarded the first boat to leave. It happened to bring me here, t'skye. And thus I am, before you as you see me."He let out a deep breath and sat back in his chair, a quick glance over his shoulder hoping to catch any would-be crusaders. [d]
Beathag: Beathag listened to his story with all the marvel, curiosity, and adventure it promised when first he mentioned he would share. She laughed at the beginning, felt youth at his seventeeth year, and the wind in her face as he fled for his life as far as feet and sea could carry him. Emerald eyes narrowed in study of the picture on the wall, the moors of the North when she said, "The sea carries us o'er tae Skye, runners from many things. Ah was born ' in a long house on the moors 'bove Aberdeen in the shire o' the same name. Tis easy tae find on a map but lik eye, I'd be digressin' and it beh another story all taegether. The arms o' god fearin' have ne'er been good with me in the same breath. Ah was baptized only tae have name in the cities annuals but reared a pagan, sae I sinned from me first breath n' ne'er looked back since. I've survived e'ery one o' mah four siblings, m'parents, grandparents, n' many cousins, mah nieces n' nephews. There is many things tae tell but Ah've e'en survived two husbands, stillborn one babe, had a Nubian's son, buried a little girl in this year.." She pulled out the griffin medallion with a piece of her daughter's hair engrained in the silver claws, all that she had left.."N' mah husband is mah third, n' he is strong. We were both commoners n' fought tae live n' found ourselves 'ere..n' through many things there is a new chapter. The war o' which ye speak..the battles on Scottish soil...and a hope tha' is here. Anulia, Maahes, join us! We tell stories. We came from Aberdeen..ye see. Escaped more like it. Went under banners returned under blood but somehow...Ah'm more alive for know tha'..we are home n'....our legacy ...this legacy..will gae on e'en more. I'm with child.." She said soft at first, then a little louder as she, the most staunch of women. blushed as she laughed (d)
Rosalind: It had been a tiresome day for Rosalind, but not one in which she was likely to complain. She was growing accustomed to serving in a great court once again, and though her duties at the moment were light, she was committed to doing her best. She nevertheless reserved time for her usual evening walk, which brought her to the inn, craving distraction in the form of good wine and company. The autumn evening cold had chilled her right through her cloak, yet the warmth that greeted her as soon as she was through the door did not make parting from her cloak particularly difficult. She hung it on a peg, then surreptitiously patted her wind-swept hair back into place before proceeding into the taproom, as if it would make any particular difference. An order to the barkeep, a smile to those faces she recognized, and a pause as she gained her bearings. Seeing the Duchess, Rosalind smiled warmly and headed in the lady's direction. *
Aegraine: "Good to see you again, Anulia. I brought a few fresh items for the menu." And she held up the collections of fresh game. Rorac's story unhinged her, bringing back the days she was caught in that besieged castle, running until now;a lit like a fly on a new animal's back, here for now. (d)
Maahes: Broad arms crossed over his chest as he took a lean against the bar, Bess's words like the chiming of Bells. What more could he ask for . This was a struggle she had been fighting for some time against no one else but her own self. How many nights energy spent walking the halls soothing the aches of a baron heart after the slaughter of Adam's only child. See, prayers had been answered and in the wake of death walked the truth and beauty of the future. There was going to be hope where once was lost, a perfect ending to a disastrous year. Finally. ( Yes We Did. ) Settling his eyes upon the woman, he would talk of nothing as he was never one with words. However she would know his voice without it leaving his lips. Amber eyes speaking for him seems you and I have a date at the foot of a harp soon, yes? Too bad he didn't live in the castle anymore. (d
Dora: Old woman come into the inn, a rag wrapped around her forehead and her one arm in a sling. "Mercy Me! I n eed me a bit of food and a sit by the fire. I will sweep yer floor to pay." The lady was expecting and Dorie hearing that, waved the uninjured arm high and sang out,"Praise! The Giver has bestowed to you a gift beyond Price!And in tomes more subdued. "you deserved the best, good lady."(d)
Roac: Roac's relief at her own story was palpable, and he felt a roll of ease roll through him as he realised the coin had fallen on his side. It was then that he allowed himself to hear the Duchess' story. "Your tale breaks my heart, Beathag, truly it does, but it also fills me with hope. Such only goes to show the balance in all things." What had been admiration for what he could sense of the lady, turned into admiration at wht he could only described as an inner strength of fire and iron. He offered her a warm smile. He already could not believe his luck in having found such a place, but for such fine humans to inhabit the beautiful lands. Could he ask more? The folk had already won him. [d]
Beathag: "Aye, n' tis a balance tha' was ne'er known tae me until this land, these people n' mah place. Mah husband and I knew one another as children, yet knew it not until this year. Were intended, but knew it not until after we wed. Sae perhaps this is only a sort o' destiny ,tae, comin' to be fullfilled. A child o' a dead clan and the Aberdeen..a child. A child. A barren woman havin' a child." She was so happy she gave a tendress money for rounds for all. Let Adam announce it, the lot would be a national holiday! "Thank ye, good woman," she told the old lass who was thankful in her praises, before smiling to Rosalind and offering her place at the table. Old friends and new, life ongoing. The Duchess glowed for she was happy, so happy that nothing could ruin that....no. Better men would go forth to fight wars, and she would give life. At long last? The axe would go quiet and she could sing another song in the halls (d)
Aegraine: Was that the same farm woman she had seen before, back in Ulster? And in the forest, after the final battle at the castle in Ulster, again in Aberdeen? Like a bad penny, here she was again; bobbed up like a cork in a pond. But tonight was a joyous time! "Let us drink a toast to the new babe to be! To the wonder of the world, a new child." and she lifted her glass .(d)
Anulia: Anulia heard this story alone in the woods with only the trees to listen to the tale along with her, not but a few days before. After she was done her task, she lingered about, listening to the conversations before Aegraine had told her of the new product and she had Maahes take it in the back. `` Thank you so much my friend. Wonderful! `` After that, she set about making sure everyone had a drink, for, the new babe? Who's new babe? Give her a chance, she will : catch up
Dora: Dorie clutched her shawl to her skinny shoulders and sighed. 'It ain't mine; in spite o them husbands; not mine. (d)
Roac Roac grinned as that toast was proposed, though he didn't indulge in alcohol, a whispered word in Anulia's ear ensured that his beverage was of the non-alcoholic variety. "Here here! To the future and of the hope it may hold!" He lifted his mug high and grinned, looking more roguish than he ever had. A wry, boyish smile playing across his lips, though there was still naught but good intentions behind his features. [d]
Rosalind: "Good evening, all," she offered with a curtsey and another smile. "Did I hear correctly, madam? You are with child? That is wonderful!" Rosalind laughed, and if the Duchess had not already done so, would have bought a round of drinks at the blushing announcement. Rosalind took her seat, and just as she grew comfortable, her mulled wine arrived. She raised her cup to Aegraine's toast. *
Beathag: "Aye, Adam n' I are tae 'ave a bairin, mayhaps in the spring or mid spring.." The words were correct. The barren Duchess Aberdeen was no longer so, but ripening with life. It was pregnant not only in belly but in eyes, in the words on her mouth, in her happiness. "May tha' promise be for one and all! Tae life, and tae any in heaven or on earth tha' foster it!" (d)
Aegraine: "To life" she repeated but the hollowness registered in her unseen, the eyes of those gone and some of them by her former wartime activities, in the past. Here and now, everything begins anew. (d)
Anulia: Leaning forward, she heard the request of her newly made friend and smiled wide, making sure to give him just that. After tasting what he enjoyed, she knew a drink made from fruit would be perfect for him. The greeting of the other woman. `` Evening! I am Anulia. Anything you need let me know. `` Had they actually met before? Anulia could not remember, but she was sure she would not have forgotten a beautiful face. Oh!! Beathag was having the babe! `` First Aislin, then Eirian and now you! This is so wonderful! So many children running around. I can not wait, for another Aodhan would be joy to this world. `` Her tree climbing buddy! How could she forget him.
Dora: Free drink. Shelter and no beatings. "This here land be paradise! Good glory, please do not send me back to no Aberdeen; they killed my man and cooked up my horse, Oliver! " What was true or story here, who can say.(d)
Roac: Ahh, it was the sense of rejuvenation and jubilation that washed over the scholar, his own surge of emotion and... Roguishness began to ease, and he slid back into his more reserved self. A thought struck him then. He pulled that leather bound volume from his pocket, and flipped about three quarters of the way through until he came to the page upon which he had sketched the Duchess. He tore it from the book, and offered it her way. "You fascinated me. Would : you take it, as a gift to me?" He knew the request would sound a strange one, but again Roac was a man like not many. [d]
Rosalind Avalle: The measure of a lady was in her ability to rejoice in others' happiness, to emphathize with sorrow, to toast the living and the departed, with all the heart could give. She could not have been more excited for her lady if she had tried. At Anulia's comment, Rosalind broke away from her musings and smiled to the lady. "I am Rosalind. I have not been on the isle long, so it is a pleasure to meet a new soul." In a toasting mood, she slightly raised her cup to the barmaid. "I do hope," she added, her voice resuming its usual amused, dry intonations, spiced with her Picardie accent (a tone rather difficult to maintain, overhearing Dorie's interjection) "as joyous as the occasion is, it is not a condition caught in drinking the water." *
Beathag: "Tis been sae long since seein' ye last, Rosalind. Ye be settlin' now? Then we can begin tae settle ye intae the household. Ye know, Rosalind, ye Anulia, n' ye Aegraine. Ah think I'd like tea 'ave a meal with the good women n' see how some fair n' see some take their well deserved places. N' ye, Master Roac, we'll get ye settled straight away tae." (d)
Aegraine: With a courtious bow, as if she were one of her brothers instead of lady, " Good to meet you Rosalind; I will withdraw now, for I have to clean the quail, before I leave for the night." "I do look forward to our discussion about my employment, Lady. " and she gathered the birds and a few rabbits to take and clean for food. (d)
Anulia: Anulia gave another soft smile to the woman as she said her name. Such a beautiful name that had Anulia repeating it twice to make sure she had it.`` Rosalind. A wonderful name for a nice woman. I am sure. `` Eyes looked to Beathag as she spoke before looking to the woman again and then saying her farwell to Aeraine and thanking her for the fresh meat. No doubt the cook was making good use of it.
Roac: "Why thank you, Lady Beathag, I most appreciate your confidence. Though I must admit, I think I may already be on my way to settling. This is the longest I've stayed in any one place that wasn't a boat or a monastery in the last ten years." He gave a wry little laugh, and swallowed down a mouthful of his beverage, enjoying its refreshing taste. He sat bac in his chair, visibly relaxing. Well if the night hadnt been an emotional roller coaster. His secret, he had admitted to the highest authority on the isle, and she hadn't not only called for the guards, but responded with a story of her own 'heresy'. It was almost enough to bowl the steadfast scholar over. [d]
Rosalind: She blushed. She had been rather scarce lately. "I am sorry for that, madam, I should be more present. A matter came up that required my attention at the docks." She would offer further explanation when she knew what, exactly, needed explaining. Rosalind was not a woman who did anything underhanded, but she was certainly the type who did not present a case without all the facts. "A pleasure seeing you again, Aegraine," she offered, inclining her head to the departing woman. And then to Anulia, another smile. "Ah, I am most flattered. Thank you. Your name is singularly beautiful. I have heard nothing like it before." She turned back to the Duchess and the artist, studying the man briefly, then up to Anulia and back to the Duchess. "I think that would be a wonderful idea, my lady. Perhaps I might get to know those who serve you better. Ah, merci, but I : have been so distracted of late. I am certain once I am settled in your household, I will be better equipped to focus my attention. But I have managed to meet a few of your ladies quite by accident. I was very happy -- they are a credit to you." *
Beathag: "Ah'd have nay one about meh nor mine tha' we could nay think on as a family o' sorts, nay one tha' can nay laugh, or gaes without wit about them. It makes us strange for we will nay pick from the aristocracy o' the land for our household but from the salt o' the earth itself. " In Aegraine's want to depart she waved, bidding her good eve until they could be together again. "N' Ah look forward tae installin' ye amongst us, Aegraine. Good night." On Rosalind's acceptance of her invitation and the women therein, she grinned, "Ye shall be one o' the finest among them m'thinks. Ah've a fine feelin' o' e'ery soul at this table." (d)
Roac: It was the rousing cheer that brought Roac to the Briar rose for the second night running. As ever he had been wandering and observing the city. He was a man fascinated by culture; it's vast differences from nation to nation and the tiny nuances from town to town. Every place and every people was different, and as a man of learning, he simply could not help himself. He had been scribbling in a leatherbound journal for days now, sketching and taking notes. Though, if there was cheering, certainly there would be something noteworthy to follow. So that easy, fluid stride carried the scholar-come-surgeon toward the inn. As he pushed in through the door the indeterminable wash of sound passed over him, the sound of a hundred conversations, followed by the warmth of the heart, and the smell of food and sweet smoke. Such sensory triggers could only make a place feel homely, and so that slow smile crept over his lips. It didn't take him long to figure what the kerfuffle was all about. Many an admiring gaze and pointed finger clung to one woman in particular. A quick inquirybehind the bar, and the apparent presence of several armed guards gave him his answer. The Lady of Skye! He had never thought to find himself in the presence of such nobility, yet it would certainly be worth noting. And so having ordered a cup of tea, he took a seat not too far from the Lady, and opened his journal, deft fingers sliding his pencil from the gap in the spine. He began to sketch her from where he sat, his deft fingers working easily around the page.[d]
Beathag The smell of roast beef, chicken, and lamb made the bellies rumble. Bowls of venison stew were ladled out amid the usual tavern quip: a pretty lass, a promise of extra coin for a choice meal of other things resulting in a smack across some sir's face for being too fresh. People laughed at her spirit, his boldness. Jovial merriment was the seasoning as thick as the scent of rich foods and clotted cream. Could a place be so good? The presence of nobility amid the people as if she were no more, disterned only by the men in her company, the Griffins on their armor. For her part it was only a long chemise of a dark olive green with an earthen brown overdress buttoned atop it. Fine fabric but humble creation, eyes lined from years of humor as she shared in the happenings with th epeople who were near. She lifted her mug up, drank, and listened to all manner of things from the bets over card games to the hopesof a young girl (d)
Roac: His drawing came on quickly enough. The details were not what he attempted to capture, but rather the shape and form of the Lady, capturing the lines and curves of her body and face. Theres was certainly a glowing beauty to her. She didn't wear fanciful clothes nor was she bejewelled as Roac would have expected. In fact, the more he watched her, the more the subtlety of her beauty struck him. He chuckled and downed his pencil to sip at his cup of black tea. He felt to talk to her, yet he had been in Skye only days, and would not deem to ste above his station. And more like than not, bringing attention to himself and his "heresy" was less than wise. And so for a time he would just watch her, observe her manner in a way that he told himself was entirely unstalkery! [d]
Beathag A Subtle beauty? The words she knew nothing of. Oh, to be told one thing and adhere to it was a completely different thing! The curvature of her cheek lent itself to a roundness that sloped to the shell of the ear, the length of white throat where scars seemed to vanish behind the curtain of hair. Hands held the scars of old callus, perhaps the remnants of a few new ones. Her jewels were no more than the silver Griffon at her throat, the wedding band upon her hand, and the thinnest circlet on her brow. Beathag, Beathag, plain and simple. (d)
Roac And so he continued to sip at his cup of tea, until it was nothing more than a few crushed tea leaves in the bottom of a china mug. He looked down at the sketch of the Lady that lay in the journal in his lap, and frowned. Somehow it didn't do her justice. It didn't capture her quiet grace, the sense of... Humility and fire. In fact to be sure, he was finding himself entirely enamoured, which grated against his logic, as he hadn't even spoken to the woman. He knew he wouldn't be satisfied with the sketch this night, and so he closed the leather boung book, and tied the fastening cord about it, slipping it into the large, wide pocket of his coat. She was sitting all alone. That would never do! Centering himself he pushed aside his flighty infatuation and stood moved toward her. The guards about the room eyed him suspiciously, but there was nothing threatening in his movements, and so they were content to watch.. For now. "Lady Aberdeen." Came his soft tones that exuded a sense of serene wisdom, yet stained a lightness of soul. "Am I correct?" He smiled warmly, arching a gentle brow as he posed the question.
Beathag: The cider tasted sweeter than she remembered it; dark amber juice with bits of froth as she swirled it around to see the bubbles pop. The rich scent of apples, cinnamon, and other fruit left her head near to swimming in a seaof delight. A hand's touch set the sense of touch to flair to life. When had she been this alive? Not since she had embraced Adam for the first time, or the birth of Aodhan. A voice's pitch rang like a soft bell in her ear, turning her to face the stranger who sought her attention. "Aye, ye beh right," the famous brogue spoke as she smiled, "N' who may Ah 'ave the favor o' meetin' taenight? Ye face is new tae me." She embraced the chance to meet a new soul, offering him a chair at her table. Some nobles never left their halls, for her, business was best done at a simple wooden table. "N'tis a fine place tae become knowin' o' the other." (d)
Roac: He, pleased to find her so welcoming, yet there was a certain forthcomingness about her, her words held none of the frills of most of the aristocracy. "My face is new to many here, infact, I would stretch to say all." He chuckled his warm irish tone slipping from his tongue with every word. He took the proffered seat. "My name is Roac, Roac Aarlin. Surgeon, philosopher, scholar. Or perhaps none of those things and simply a man who loves to learn." He shrugged his heavy woolen coat from his shoulders, sliding it from beneath him to hang on the shoulders of the chair. [d]
Beathag: "Welcome tae Turas Lan, Roac Aarlin. A Surgeon aye? N' a man o' learnin, the land is allways in need o' such. Have ye had chance tae make ye way o'er tae the college n' the healer's wards? For a man o' knowledge n' skill, I dare venture tae say sir, twill marvel ye tae know end. We should make sure ye are turned in the right direction. " The good woman would offer her hand to the Irish as the Scottish embraced a Celtic cousin. The guard had no reason to fear him, but retained a good eye though jovial the conversation was. Now? Oh the guard would be as vigiliant as fabled hawks for they protected more than her life, though she stood it seemed alone. "Mah lot o' learnin is more appreciatin' tae such things instead o' daein, but Ah appreciate a good Celtic fable meself. Where did ye come from, good sir?" (d)
Shaden: She had been occupied all day with the various task of setting up theGilded Lily for business.. the better part of her day taking up with the lessons and education of the New Courtesans.. she planned to Open the Lily on New Years Eve and there was so much to do... even now the task was daunting.. but she had come tonight to speak with Anulia.. hopefully to find out who the best supplier of wine and spirits was.. and how she would find this merchant.. it was qoute the long list of things she had to see too and what was a Courtesan house without a little liquid ambrosia.. to tempt the senses and loosen the wallet.. Opening the door she stepped within.. casting a glacial green gaze over all the assembled and frowning slightly that her current quarry was not to be seen.. drat.. well.. no worries for now.. she would have a cup of hot sider and see.. if the Jungle beauty showed up..(d)
Roac "I will certainly go and investigate the college and the houses of healing. Though I hear there is war abroad? I would most like to use my skills on the field of battle, as I feel I work best under pressure. Would I enquire at the Healer's Ward about that?" His eyes held to hers a time, still rather fascinated by the woman before him who held such station yet who's feet he could tell were still so firmly upon the ground. It fascinated him, as he had observed that in nearly every case, humans were corrupted by the power given them. "As for my home, well, I hail from across the sea, the Emerald Isle... Or Ireland, whichever you so prefer. A child of loch and hill." He grinned, is memory skipping back through time for a moment, to days spent harvesting the corn with his brothers, while his sisters milked the cows. It was all so distant now. He allowed the look of wist to fade from his features. "I'm not sure if I have any fables for ye, but if ye wished one, Im sure I could come up with somethin'" It seemed that the heaviness of her own accent seemed to be bringing his own forward.
Beathag Once upon a time, there was a woman born the second eldest o' four, the second child of one, and the beloved daughter, adopted of another man. Her mother was a constant, n' all o' them were born to a greatness that was aspired to. A lineage of harpers, wise women, dragonship men...all diminished save for in old scrolls by the time of her birth.. A fable was life, a fable was sitting at the table, but no doubt it was in each of them. If left to talk he could tell her of his travels, no doubt surely a person of the fair folk lurked therein. "Ye could enquire at the Infirmary o' tha', seek ye mah sister-by-law, the Court Physician Aislin o' Eohmark. She can then, after meetin' ye, help ye tae establish a place with the Generals n' regimens o' the isle. There is a war 'pon the mainland.." Her eyes darkened, lived it. Breathed it. Her hands still held hint of it at the palm by way of a healing scar. "Tis a dangerous time. We beh' o' now, severed from Scotland. Enemies o' the Bruce who is an enemy o' all o' Scotland itself. Tis a dangerous time, more sae than others tae gae tae battle. But the hand o' a healin' sort is needed. Many o' the men need tae be held taegether.." Shaking her head, she pushed the memory away, though to mention it, the evident scratch healing on her cheek..her hands.. They all sacrficed something. Turning out to gaze upon the room she couldn't help but to smile. Life went on, so she was healed in that (d)
Maahes Maahes found himself once again at the doors of the Briar Rose in much better spirits then the night before. Relaxed, and void of any armor he felt more or less..normal. Not a single blade would chase the massive frame of the Beast, as tonight he moved in slow thoughtful motions. This man was changing and for the better, his heart opening and a personality rising from the depths of a dessert born hell. Much could be blamed upon the sudden shift in a man. A new home? Winning a war? However the change on the inside it was but a single mark upon his neck that would relate the out. A love bite--hickey whatever the word..why else would such a man loft down the streets in a haze. Pressing the door back, he was ready this time..ready to take on that damn bar one more time. Not gonna break more dishes..not gonna break more dishes..(d
Anulia There was a good reason why the jungle beauty had yet to make her appearance. She was currently in the back with hands covered in flour and water, making her famous sweet breads for the night and the next day. Flour patches were on darkened cheeks as she sighed and started to knead the dough on the flat, wooden surface. The large, white male of a cook was already laughing at something, of course something he found amusing to himself, when the door opened and chocolate eyes went to Maahes as he entered through the door. Of course he would be greeted with nothing less of a wide smile as he moved closer. `` Maahes, you have come again! You do like coming through the back often. Is it so no one sees you coming!?`` Almost a child like question with that happy tone laced in it
Roac: "Aye, is that so? Well I'll be certain to report to tha' Healer's Ward as soon as I might." He frowned. War was a most grim subject. It was the ultimate product of greedy men, and no good came of greed. It was hard though, to feela sense of true sadness here amongst the high spirited company of the inn. He looked then to the Lady Aberdeen and grinned, feeling that strange twinge within him when he knew he was about to risk his life. "Would ye like ta' hear my story then, Lady Aberdeen?" It was that moment that he knew it was foolishness, but he relished it. If she ordered him strung up for heresy, well, he would run until they caught him. Hadn't he spent most of his life doing as much anyway? [d]
Beathag: The heretic ordering one strung up for heresy? What a jest that would make when the papacy read o'er the scroll, when the priest came to ask him repent before he met his maker. The Lady Aberdeen was an unapologetic, staunch traditional....pagan! She would sooner kneel before the fair folk, the might of Danu, the splendor of the sea gods than she'd do it before two crossed pieces of wood and the man fabled to have died for her 'sins'. I twas not that she did not respect what was done, only that others had done it before, and would do it aft of him. "Ye shall gae with my good accord behind ye. Please, tell me yer story, sir. The night is young n' a story is best tae fill it." Sorrow diminished in an instant, for such sorrows were private. With those who knew her she could open them, and in Eohmark she found that she said more than she ever thought she'd say. Within the walls of Headburg, in the halls of the Healing Horse, a part of her soul was healed. That good wouldn't be undone now. (d)
Aegraine: Once more, late day after going out to hunt, bow slung over her back and a new batch of game for the Inn kitchen, she walked in the Inn's door as if she were at home.Greetings Lady." She nodded and set the day's catch upon a table."Did I hear the word story? Now I cannot leave until I hear it. " With that, the traveler sat at table and propped her bow against the wall.(d)
Maahes "I..uh..like coming in the back." Was this a trick question, for a man who was without for so long, had but one thing on his mind. (sorry Peregrin moment) An oversized tunic fit like a glove, save for being a little tight around his shoulders, was clean and even pressed. Ivory in color, the sleeves had already been rolled back over his leather wrapped forearms, but quickly Anulia would be pressed against the chest with his embrace. "Good evening to you too." A kiss to the top of her head he squeezed her shoulder and looked before the woman. "Tell me what to do.." Eyes moved then from her hands towards the mocha he knew all too well, but his lips would curl with the sight of her stained cheeks. "Face is dirty." Broken English rolled in a rich sound as he grinned. (d
Anulia: The innocent mind took that in a more liberal way then another may have, simply keeping a smile to his words. `` Oh! `` was all she said before closing her eyes at the gentle kiss and the holding of her smaller form. Many would fear him crushing them to death, but not Anulia. There were far worse things to die from then a hug or two. Tell him what to do! Any woman would jump on this moment. To control a beast full out and hold the key to it all. Anulia's response? `` Tending bar would be great. Or moving the barrels of ale in from out back so no one takes from them. And anothrer bucket of flour please?`` Simple right? Face was dirty? Instead of getting a cloth, Anulia rose her fingers to wipe at her cheeks, only smearing more flour on them before she beamed at him. ``All clean now?`` Was it a joke? Who knew!
Roach Roac couldn't help but laugh as the huntress flopped her kill down there on the table before them. Well, there was an entrance! He looked up at her and grinned. "Aye a story indeed, mine. Do feel free t' stay if yer care to listen. I can't promise youll find it particularly interestin', but it might give you a good reason to want to hang me, so it's gotta be worth have a listen, right?" It was though the learned man had peeled away, the past ten years of his leaving in its place a thickly accented irishman, who was tossing the coin of his own life as he went. Little did he know that the Duchess sat beside him was just as worthy of the noose by the law of the church as he was.[d]
Beathag: Beathag was so worthy of the noose that it had graced her throat, the f*g**t kindled the fires under her feet, and torchure was a time that stole many months of life. The sirens have songs to sing and a thousand tales to tell: for all twists, turns, and oddity let him weave his own in Irish lit. The Duchess reclined in her seat as Aegraine came to join them, "Lady! Welcome ye n' rest..aye, good Roac, this is Lady Aegraine a woman o' fine inventions." A company of vagrants, rogues, heathens, and odd folk made the noble assembly. Bliking, she turned to the bar to see who tended, "In fact, the rounds this eve shall beh 'pon the Griffin ,when your story is done I shall return it with on eo' m'own" (D)
Aegraine: "Good to meet you, Roac," and inckined her head in respect for the accent as well as the person." I will listen carefully. ::Or is it the accent of home that intrestes her? (d)
Maahes His laughter rolled from his lips like falling rain, the thunder of his voice not far behind. "Perfect." Of course he would carry the barrels, was she going to do it? Nope, Anulia was doing just as a woman should..cooking in the kitchen. One barrel was rolled up to his shoulder lifted with ease, and the eye of the larger cook caught him, and a dark brow would raise. Would they never get used to seeing him in the kitchen? He can't kill all the time. Nothing would be said in typical Maahes fashion, just a dark dry look before he moved out onto the floor. Not too many people were about to night, and for that he was thankful. Wouldn't p*ss too many people off. Why Anulia and Rose kept putting him on the bar he'd never understand. However, he figured it to be their way of testing him, forcing him to be nice...ish. "Bess?" The barrel was sat down atop the counter of the bar and he looked out upon the table. Was that the Duchess? It had been so long since he had last seen her, he wondered if she would be the same. Her duties had kept her in politics, and his kept him..well kept him breaking those politicians faces in. With THAT MAN? OOooooh how quickly amber orbs would narrow and darken, nostrils would flair and teeth clenched tightly behind flat lips. Though...the man did say he was religious, but with all the different faiths he had seen over the years he still worried. (d
Anulia: One might not find someone more feminine and as a woman " should be" then Anulia. The kitchen was her way, children were her joys and she loved every moment of the life she was having in Skye. A rose in a concrete world as they would say, yet she had her own thorns, somewhere beyond the calm surface. That thunder of a laugh, made Anulia's color rise in her cheeks as she blushed from head to toe and then laughed along with him. A bird;'s chirp to a lion's roar. She watched as he moved off before heading back to her bread, finishing it up so she could shape it, add the sugary spices and then place it into the oven for the cook to take over while she washed her hands in warm water and washed her face off, then headed out beyond the doors to tend the bar in the mean time. Maahes had already brought a few barrels up, leaving Anulia to grab them and drag them behind the bar more so she could lower them into the holeof the floor where the liquid inside would be kept cool from the ground's soil. Others did not go un noticed. `` Hello Beathag, Roac, Aegraine. ``
Roac: "Well, I won't start right at t' beginnin' buta little after. I left my home, which was built into the side of hill, at the bottom of which was a lake. I couldn't tell ye where cause I never saw a map. But I digress." It was only then that he caught Anulia's greeting. "G'day to ye, Anulia." His accent thicker than ever before. He caught the glowering Maahes in the periphery of his vision, but chose not to react to it, and so he turned back to the ladies. "So as I was sayin' I left my home aged seventeen, because my life simply didn' have the answers in it that I knew were out there somewhere. After a good while of wondering and growing, I came across the Hidden Men, and heaven knows how as I was sayin' I left my home aged seventeen, because my life simply didn' have the answers in it that I knew were out there somewhere. After a good while of wondering and growing, I came across the Hidden Men, and heaven knows how Maester Luwin would look at me if'n he knew I was tellin' ye. It would be near impossible to explain to you who and what they were in a signle sittin', but it was there I learned of myself and the world I know.." He could feel his pulse thundering in his veins, adrenaline kicking in as he truly tossed the coin. "It is where I denied the god I was bred to believe in, both damnin' and freein' myself in the process. It was then they came, the holy arm of the church, burnin' and plunderin' in the name of their holy one. I fled. Fast as my feet could carry me t'dublin. That was hard a road as any I've travelled, it was almost as though they knew I was out there, waitin to cut me up and burn me for a heretic. I made it though, heaven knows how. And boarded the first boat to leave. It happened to bring me here, t'skye. And thus I am, before you as you see me."He let out a deep breath and sat back in his chair, a quick glance over his shoulder hoping to catch any would-be crusaders. [d]
Beathag: Beathag listened to his story with all the marvel, curiosity, and adventure it promised when first he mentioned he would share. She laughed at the beginning, felt youth at his seventeeth year, and the wind in her face as he fled for his life as far as feet and sea could carry him. Emerald eyes narrowed in study of the picture on the wall, the moors of the North when she said, "The sea carries us o'er tae Skye, runners from many things. Ah was born ' in a long house on the moors 'bove Aberdeen in the shire o' the same name. Tis easy tae find on a map but lik eye, I'd be digressin' and it beh another story all taegether. The arms o' god fearin' have ne'er been good with me in the same breath. Ah was baptized only tae have name in the cities annuals but reared a pagan, sae I sinned from me first breath n' ne'er looked back since. I've survived e'ery one o' mah four siblings, m'parents, grandparents, n' many cousins, mah nieces n' nephews. There is many things tae tell but Ah've e'en survived two husbands, stillborn one babe, had a Nubian's son, buried a little girl in this year.." She pulled out the griffin medallion with a piece of her daughter's hair engrained in the silver claws, all that she had left.."N' mah husband is mah third, n' he is strong. We were both commoners n' fought tae live n' found ourselves 'ere..n' through many things there is a new chapter. The war o' which ye speak..the battles on Scottish soil...and a hope tha' is here. Anulia, Maahes, join us! We tell stories. We came from Aberdeen..ye see. Escaped more like it. Went under banners returned under blood but somehow...Ah'm more alive for know tha'..we are home n'....our legacy ...this legacy..will gae on e'en more. I'm with child.." She said soft at first, then a little louder as she, the most staunch of women. blushed as she laughed (d)
Rosalind: It had been a tiresome day for Rosalind, but not one in which she was likely to complain. She was growing accustomed to serving in a great court once again, and though her duties at the moment were light, she was committed to doing her best. She nevertheless reserved time for her usual evening walk, which brought her to the inn, craving distraction in the form of good wine and company. The autumn evening cold had chilled her right through her cloak, yet the warmth that greeted her as soon as she was through the door did not make parting from her cloak particularly difficult. She hung it on a peg, then surreptitiously patted her wind-swept hair back into place before proceeding into the taproom, as if it would make any particular difference. An order to the barkeep, a smile to those faces she recognized, and a pause as she gained her bearings. Seeing the Duchess, Rosalind smiled warmly and headed in the lady's direction. *
Aegraine: "Good to see you again, Anulia. I brought a few fresh items for the menu." And she held up the collections of fresh game. Rorac's story unhinged her, bringing back the days she was caught in that besieged castle, running until now;a lit like a fly on a new animal's back, here for now. (d)
Maahes: Broad arms crossed over his chest as he took a lean against the bar, Bess's words like the chiming of Bells. What more could he ask for . This was a struggle she had been fighting for some time against no one else but her own self. How many nights energy spent walking the halls soothing the aches of a baron heart after the slaughter of Adam's only child. See, prayers had been answered and in the wake of death walked the truth and beauty of the future. There was going to be hope where once was lost, a perfect ending to a disastrous year. Finally. ( Yes We Did. ) Settling his eyes upon the woman, he would talk of nothing as he was never one with words. However she would know his voice without it leaving his lips. Amber eyes speaking for him seems you and I have a date at the foot of a harp soon, yes? Too bad he didn't live in the castle anymore. (d
Dora: Old woman come into the inn, a rag wrapped around her forehead and her one arm in a sling. "Mercy Me! I n eed me a bit of food and a sit by the fire. I will sweep yer floor to pay." The lady was expecting and Dorie hearing that, waved the uninjured arm high and sang out,"Praise! The Giver has bestowed to you a gift beyond Price!And in tomes more subdued. "you deserved the best, good lady."(d)
Roac: Roac's relief at her own story was palpable, and he felt a roll of ease roll through him as he realised the coin had fallen on his side. It was then that he allowed himself to hear the Duchess' story. "Your tale breaks my heart, Beathag, truly it does, but it also fills me with hope. Such only goes to show the balance in all things." What had been admiration for what he could sense of the lady, turned into admiration at wht he could only described as an inner strength of fire and iron. He offered her a warm smile. He already could not believe his luck in having found such a place, but for such fine humans to inhabit the beautiful lands. Could he ask more? The folk had already won him. [d]
Beathag: "Aye, n' tis a balance tha' was ne'er known tae me until this land, these people n' mah place. Mah husband and I knew one another as children, yet knew it not until this year. Were intended, but knew it not until after we wed. Sae perhaps this is only a sort o' destiny ,tae, comin' to be fullfilled. A child o' a dead clan and the Aberdeen..a child. A child. A barren woman havin' a child." She was so happy she gave a tendress money for rounds for all. Let Adam announce it, the lot would be a national holiday! "Thank ye, good woman," she told the old lass who was thankful in her praises, before smiling to Rosalind and offering her place at the table. Old friends and new, life ongoing. The Duchess glowed for she was happy, so happy that nothing could ruin that....no. Better men would go forth to fight wars, and she would give life. At long last? The axe would go quiet and she could sing another song in the halls (d)
Aegraine: Was that the same farm woman she had seen before, back in Ulster? And in the forest, after the final battle at the castle in Ulster, again in Aberdeen? Like a bad penny, here she was again; bobbed up like a cork in a pond. But tonight was a joyous time! "Let us drink a toast to the new babe to be! To the wonder of the world, a new child." and she lifted her glass .(d)
Anulia: Anulia heard this story alone in the woods with only the trees to listen to the tale along with her, not but a few days before. After she was done her task, she lingered about, listening to the conversations before Aegraine had told her of the new product and she had Maahes take it in the back. `` Thank you so much my friend. Wonderful! `` After that, she set about making sure everyone had a drink, for, the new babe? Who's new babe? Give her a chance, she will : catch up
Dora: Dorie clutched her shawl to her skinny shoulders and sighed. 'It ain't mine; in spite o them husbands; not mine. (d)
Roac Roac grinned as that toast was proposed, though he didn't indulge in alcohol, a whispered word in Anulia's ear ensured that his beverage was of the non-alcoholic variety. "Here here! To the future and of the hope it may hold!" He lifted his mug high and grinned, looking more roguish than he ever had. A wry, boyish smile playing across his lips, though there was still naught but good intentions behind his features. [d]
Rosalind: "Good evening, all," she offered with a curtsey and another smile. "Did I hear correctly, madam? You are with child? That is wonderful!" Rosalind laughed, and if the Duchess had not already done so, would have bought a round of drinks at the blushing announcement. Rosalind took her seat, and just as she grew comfortable, her mulled wine arrived. She raised her cup to Aegraine's toast. *
Beathag: "Aye, Adam n' I are tae 'ave a bairin, mayhaps in the spring or mid spring.." The words were correct. The barren Duchess Aberdeen was no longer so, but ripening with life. It was pregnant not only in belly but in eyes, in the words on her mouth, in her happiness. "May tha' promise be for one and all! Tae life, and tae any in heaven or on earth tha' foster it!" (d)
Aegraine: "To life" she repeated but the hollowness registered in her unseen, the eyes of those gone and some of them by her former wartime activities, in the past. Here and now, everything begins anew. (d)
Anulia: Leaning forward, she heard the request of her newly made friend and smiled wide, making sure to give him just that. After tasting what he enjoyed, she knew a drink made from fruit would be perfect for him. The greeting of the other woman. `` Evening! I am Anulia. Anything you need let me know. `` Had they actually met before? Anulia could not remember, but she was sure she would not have forgotten a beautiful face. Oh!! Beathag was having the babe! `` First Aislin, then Eirian and now you! This is so wonderful! So many children running around. I can not wait, for another Aodhan would be joy to this world. `` Her tree climbing buddy! How could she forget him.
Dora: Free drink. Shelter and no beatings. "This here land be paradise! Good glory, please do not send me back to no Aberdeen; they killed my man and cooked up my horse, Oliver! " What was true or story here, who can say.(d)
Roac: Ahh, it was the sense of rejuvenation and jubilation that washed over the scholar, his own surge of emotion and... Roguishness began to ease, and he slid back into his more reserved self. A thought struck him then. He pulled that leather bound volume from his pocket, and flipped about three quarters of the way through until he came to the page upon which he had sketched the Duchess. He tore it from the book, and offered it her way. "You fascinated me. Would : you take it, as a gift to me?" He knew the request would sound a strange one, but again Roac was a man like not many. [d]
Rosalind Avalle: The measure of a lady was in her ability to rejoice in others' happiness, to emphathize with sorrow, to toast the living and the departed, with all the heart could give. She could not have been more excited for her lady if she had tried. At Anulia's comment, Rosalind broke away from her musings and smiled to the lady. "I am Rosalind. I have not been on the isle long, so it is a pleasure to meet a new soul." In a toasting mood, she slightly raised her cup to the barmaid. "I do hope," she added, her voice resuming its usual amused, dry intonations, spiced with her Picardie accent (a tone rather difficult to maintain, overhearing Dorie's interjection) "as joyous as the occasion is, it is not a condition caught in drinking the water." *
Beathag: "Tis been sae long since seein' ye last, Rosalind. Ye be settlin' now? Then we can begin tae settle ye intae the household. Ye know, Rosalind, ye Anulia, n' ye Aegraine. Ah think I'd like tea 'ave a meal with the good women n' see how some fair n' see some take their well deserved places. N' ye, Master Roac, we'll get ye settled straight away tae." (d)
Aegraine: With a courtious bow, as if she were one of her brothers instead of lady, " Good to meet you Rosalind; I will withdraw now, for I have to clean the quail, before I leave for the night." "I do look forward to our discussion about my employment, Lady. " and she gathered the birds and a few rabbits to take and clean for food. (d)
Anulia: Anulia gave another soft smile to the woman as she said her name. Such a beautiful name that had Anulia repeating it twice to make sure she had it.`` Rosalind. A wonderful name for a nice woman. I am sure. `` Eyes looked to Beathag as she spoke before looking to the woman again and then saying her farwell to Aeraine and thanking her for the fresh meat. No doubt the cook was making good use of it.
Roac: "Why thank you, Lady Beathag, I most appreciate your confidence. Though I must admit, I think I may already be on my way to settling. This is the longest I've stayed in any one place that wasn't a boat or a monastery in the last ten years." He gave a wry little laugh, and swallowed down a mouthful of his beverage, enjoying its refreshing taste. He sat bac in his chair, visibly relaxing. Well if the night hadnt been an emotional roller coaster. His secret, he had admitted to the highest authority on the isle, and she hadn't not only called for the guards, but responded with a story of her own 'heresy'. It was almost enough to bowl the steadfast scholar over. [d]
Rosalind: She blushed. She had been rather scarce lately. "I am sorry for that, madam, I should be more present. A matter came up that required my attention at the docks." She would offer further explanation when she knew what, exactly, needed explaining. Rosalind was not a woman who did anything underhanded, but she was certainly the type who did not present a case without all the facts. "A pleasure seeing you again, Aegraine," she offered, inclining her head to the departing woman. And then to Anulia, another smile. "Ah, I am most flattered. Thank you. Your name is singularly beautiful. I have heard nothing like it before." She turned back to the Duchess and the artist, studying the man briefly, then up to Anulia and back to the Duchess. "I think that would be a wonderful idea, my lady. Perhaps I might get to know those who serve you better. Ah, merci, but I : have been so distracted of late. I am certain once I am settled in your household, I will be better equipped to focus my attention. But I have managed to meet a few of your ladies quite by accident. I was very happy -- they are a credit to you." *
Beathag: "Ah'd have nay one about meh nor mine tha' we could nay think on as a family o' sorts, nay one tha' can nay laugh, or gaes without wit about them. It makes us strange for we will nay pick from the aristocracy o' the land for our household but from the salt o' the earth itself. " In Aegraine's want to depart she waved, bidding her good eve until they could be together again. "N' Ah look forward tae installin' ye amongst us, Aegraine. Good night." On Rosalind's acceptance of her invitation and the women therein, she grinned, "Ye shall be one o' the finest among them m'thinks. Ah've a fine feelin' o' e'ery soul at this table." (d)