Of Winter Wolves and Roses

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

(The following is a continuation of the Storyline that encompasses the Family of General Maahes , His Wife Ealora, and her Sister Shaden Aramoire, and those who cross their paths and lives during the winter months.. It is posted in the Lily section because it starts here, but will continue on throughout Skye, and in particular in Red Wall the Home Valley of Maahes and Ealora, but for continuity sake will be chronicled in it‘s entirety here.)


(posted out of sequence but it's important so here it is.. it happened while Ealora was on Trial and Maahes had went to rescue her ALSO WARNING ADULT SITUATIONS)


Nic: As requested, by both Shaden and Gerda, he went back to bed and stayed there for at least another day. The headaches subsided, slowly but surely. By the third day after word reached the Lily that Maahes and Pembroke had finally left the island to go find Ealora did he emerge from his rooms. Night was worse then day, the shadows grew darker, harder to distinguish but during the day, the shadows were lighter, outlines were easier to read but still confusing. After all, who could say they truly saw the outline of a coat rack and knew it was a coat rack? He knew he had to learn the house all over again. It was easy to say you knew the house even in darkness when you had your sight. Slow steps carried him down to the great room. A hand out to catch the wall so as to not knock into anything. The first place he would start, the gardens as they were Shaden favorite and even in winter, he had no doubts time would be spent out there. "one.. two.. damn it" He cursed as he trampled into something. Whatever the plant was, the winter weather had dried the leaves so his boot crunched as it left the wall landing in the brittle mass of leaves. Taking a step back and then another, he swung his head left and then right catching the sounds of the city not far away, Mumbled voiced from inside the house. It was the only good thing about loosing ones sight. Sound picked up even more to compensate the loss.

Shaden: She had been in the library reading.. sitting in the window seat when she had caught sight of him in the gardens.. beneath her breath she mumbled something about stubborn men as she closed the book.. then stilled.. watching him... there was something off in the way he moved.. not his usual casual grace.. but almost as if.. he were stumbling and bumbling about.. cautious.. her mouth pulled into a straight line.. and her brow furrowed as she continued to spy on him, watching him knock over a potted fern long since succumbed to frost.. her eyes narrowed as she watched him it was almost as if he were blind she scowled.. and moved to pick up a shawl.. heading out to the garden to scold him.. when she stopped dead in her tracks... " Blind"... her words were a whisper.. as she moved back to the window and watched for a few more minutes.. her thoughts confirmed as she watched him counting steps.. and memorizing the gardens a delicate hand lifted to her lips to cover the surprised o.. and then fell to her heart... eyes closing in pain for him... " oh Nicholas.. why didn't you tell me "... she whispered.. before she grasp the shawl and moved out to the garden... painting on a smile... one he could not see.. but trying none the less.. she made her way down the pathway... toward him " Nicholas... I did not know you were.. up and about this evening.. feeling better " could he sense she knew..

Nic: "eight..nine..ten.."He reached the edge of the path and then turned on his heels. Ten paces to the edge of the path where it met the gate. Turning around he retraced the steps. This time counting within his head though his lips moved, curling to each number without sound till he made it back to the yard where her chairs were set up. Fingers clasped the furniture, feeling each curve as he took sideways steps to find the opening before he was turning to find the next set of chairs and so on. It was funny how a person could memorize a setting by numbers, unable to see it in their minds eye. The brain unable to comprehend the loss. His chin tilted upward and to the side, casting an ear to the wind at the coming steps. He inhaled and a smile slide over his lips long before she spoke. He knew her scent. "I am, headaches are all gone. What are you doing out here? It's freezing.."He turned towards the scent of her still lingering on the wind then paused. He needed her to speak again before he could find her

Shaden: "precisely what I was going to say to you... it's freezing.. and you shouldn't' be out here... " she moved toward him her hands slipping beneath his arm and curling about his waist.. as she looked up at him.. an most intimate gesture.. but then again she had been sleeping in his room.. in the chair beside his bed for days before he regained consciousness.. had tended him... not allowing anyone else too... her head pressed against his chest softly " Why didn't you tell me ?" her words were almost a whisper... against him.. but he would know... what she was asking just from the sadness in her tone.

Nic: Aha, there was her voice. He counted the steps to her only to catch against her as she came to him. His arms curled around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug to mask that he all most lost his balance in the collide. "I've been a room for the past what..five days. I needed air but you..your with child, you get sick and..no lets get you inside.." His chin dipped to rest against her head and he inhaled and let out a soft sigh at her words as his lids fell closed over his eyes. "I couldn't..just couldn't..if I had my way, you still wouldn't know."It wasn't manly pride that would have him keeping it from her. It was because it broke his heart, a guard without sight wouldn't work. How was he supposed to protect her like this? His hands moved from around her shoulders, moving up her arms to her shoulders, up her neck till he cupped her cheeks between his hands, raising her face to his own. Lids had opened and still betrayed him. She was just a shadow, an outline but he would know her outline even in a crowded room. He couldn't see the sadness on her face, but he heard it. His thumbs stroking over the silken flesh of her cheeks as he dipped his head to press a kiss against her forehead knowing so because he held her cheeks to better find the location he wanted. "Everything will be fine..I swear it.." Though it was hard to make such a statement. He didn't want to disappoint her, didn't want to have this flaw which made it nearly impossible to protect her.

Shaden : His arms around her and she was relaxed it was as if his touch alone made everything right with the world.. she seemed to meld into him , her face lifted to meet his, strong fingers cupping her cheeks.. " You should not have bore this alone... " his kiss to her forehead and her arms about his waist tightened a bit... " Never keep things from me... please..." she rose on tiptoe brushing her lips against his cheek softly whispering against his ear... " I cannot bear loosing you trust as well " tightly she held him for a moment then rocked back down on her heels, her own hands lifting to cradle his scruffy cheeks " We will find the best healers... do whatever is necessary.. and yes.. it will be fine.." tears coursed down her cheeks.. now for the brave man before her... " We will make it fine you'll see " it was as if by decreeing it.. it would be so...

Nic: He let go of her face as his arms encircled her waist. A smile cracked over his lips at the kiss and then the way she held his face. He needed to shave, he knew it. "I couldn't bare to lay another burden on you Shaden, that's why I didn't tell you.."A soft chuckle escaped his lips without meaning to. Brave woman, always looking for the brighter side. His arms tightened around her waist and he lifted her into a hug, pressing his cheek against her own. Feeling the wetness there of her tears, he sighed and held her tight then realize he was probably crushing her and the baby and released her. "Don't cry Shaden..you said it, we'll make it fine." He massaged at her back, twitching with the cold of the day. "It's freezing out here..lets get you back inside. How are you feeling?" Horrible man that he was, sure he had been hurt..ill and couldn't of mustered it up to look after her. He was the protective one damn it, the concerned one and felt horrible he had been out of the loop of how she was. He had known she had been there through his massive headache, in and out of it. Hearing her voice but that she stayed beyond that? He hadn't realized how devoted in her care she had been.

Shaden : She sniffled then chuckled at him.. as he changed the subject to her, always worried about her welfare.. when released she slipped to his side.. her arm winding into the crook of his elbow.. " Ok yes inside would be good.. it's freezing out here " she leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment.. then answered him " I've never been better.. the sickness seems to have gone away..and things seem to be fine with the baby " they reached the doors to the great room and she opened it.. and stepped inside to the familiar warmth.. nearby the heart blazed bright and cheerful.. the scent cinnamon filling the air apparently Gerda was baking " Though I'm very happy to see you up and about I do worry that your overdoing?"

Nic: Silently he was mouthing the number of steps it took to get to the great room doors and he paused feeling her shift to open the doors. "I'm glad to hear it, have you spoken to Avery about your due date? Are you showing yet I wonder.."He reached out to stroke a hand over her stomach. "Amazing what one misses without sight. I heard Gerda saying the other day when she brought lunch that the clothing and the hanging basinet arrived. Have you seen them yet?" His head tilted upward and he inhaled sharply the scent of cinnamon. Mmm, what was that woman baking! "I will let you know if I feel unwell." He took a step and then another, reaching for the nearest chair not having yet memorized the great room

Shaden : She stilled as he reached for her belly.. her hand covering his as she pressed it to the barely noticeable curve " The only way someone would know I was showing was if I were in the bath " she chuckled.. completely at ease with his touch... her fingers gently stroking over his as he caressed the small bump.. beneath where grew her child... " And yes.. the things are in one of the empty rooms.. another week and the carpenters will have my suite finished.. the smaller bedroom will be the nursery.. They are going to hang the bassinet once they are done.. it's beautiful.. I cannot thank you enough ".. she made no move to move away from him until he turned reaching for a chair.. and then another until he found the sofa.. twice she lurched forward to help him... but stayed herself.. knowing how independent he was... he didn't need a nursemaid.. " I Shall go get us some tea... " she turned... heading for the kitchen abruptly...

Gerda: Gerda came from the Library her hands laden with a tea tray and cinnamon rolls with fresh cream butter... apparently she had missed Shaden.. going one way while she was the other " Ochhh.. now Sir Stryker.. tis a fair sight to see you up and around... I'll tell you that.. I was about to take the mistress some tea.. and rolls.. that one.. has been running about doing everything she has.. schooling those girls.. getting this house ready.. fretting over her sister and the wee one... spending her nights curled up in the chair beside you.. I"m telling you that girl is going to wear herself out... won't take no for an answer... won't let anyone else do nothing.. she's a worker bee.. no matter what people say about her being a Queen Bee... that one.. is a rare one.. here.. " she settled the tray of tea before him... " You take that I'll be finding her with a new one... no doubt she's running about again taking care of something or someone.. " she fussed as she turned back to him before leaving the warmth of the fire.. " She'll be a right happy to see you looking better.. she's been worried sick over yee" she nodded and moved off... with a knowing look on her face, and running into Shaden coming back with her own tray of tea and cinnamon rolls as they crisscrossed paths to and fro the kitchen.. " I'll be.. just missed you I guess.. I left some tea and rolls in the great room.. " she winked.. and hummed along back to the kitchens.

Nic: He let out a chuckle at her words, his fingers caressing the slight bump before he was releasing her stomach to find the sofa. Curling his fingers over the edge, he eased into the seat with a sigh. Five days in bed and he was sore as hell from laying about. "Your quite welcome my lady..I don't anticipate any more kids in my future. I am glad they will be put to good use." His head turning in the direction of her voice. He was getting good at it for only the second time of doing it in a day. "All right, I'll be here.."Another grin caught his lips and he sat back to wait only to lurch forward at the sound of Gerda voice. That old woman could walk like the dead! "Hello Gerda."Hr managed before the woman was prattling on about Shaden being a busy bee. He hummed a small chuckle as arms crossed over his chest listening to the woman going on though his head was moving this way and that trying to catch her as she moved about the room. The woman's momentary pause gave him rise to lift his head but she didn't continue. Was she still there? shadowy silvery blue eyes swept the room but he could not distinguish one shadowy outline for the next. Was she waiting for him to answer her? Well, only one way to find out. "She works to hard Gerda but if she is well and the baby well, then I guess I can not complain. Besides, does it not keep her busy then to worry over her sister? That General..he'll bring his wife home I'm sure of it. Shaden should not worry to much on that. Though if I hear from you she's doing much more to wear herself out, I'm going to chain her to her bed like she threatened her sister."He wiggled to the edge of the coach, fingers lacing over the handle of the teapot while his other brushed a cup. His old Nan had stayed on with him till after Jadrien had been born, till the fever took her and his sister. She had been going blind but he had learned from her how to test filling a cup by watching her. Strange the memory came to mind now as his finger dipped against the edge inside the cup and he poured first one and then another before his hand searched for the open spot where the teapot had set before. Completely unaware that Gerda had all ready left way before he started talking.

Shaden : " tie me to the bed huh?" she teased as came back to the great room and settled the second tray of tea onto the table, the grin in her voice unmistakable... " My my such things you say " she settled beside him watching him pour his tea and doing much the same for herself, except adding ungodly amounts of honey and lemon to hers.. before curling up beside him tucking her feet beneath her skirts.. blowing across the tea to cool it... " And yes I believe that Maahes will bring Ealora back safe and sound.. I have faith in that... it does not cause me to worry less for her... what could happen in the meantime before he finds her... or heaven forbid if he is too late... but also what happens when she gets back..." had he been able to see her face he would see that it was full of shame and pain.. and unease that her sister would hate her forever..

Nic: His head jerked upward at the sound of Shaden voice. Damn it that old woman moved to much like the dead, had he been talking to Shaden all this time then? Though her voice was full of tease and he grinned as he held out her cup for her, waiting till she took it to find his own again. "Yes, I'll tie you to the bed." He teased in return though he set the cup down to settle back on the couch feeling her beside him at last. His hand reached out to find her own and squeeze, his silent thanks for all she had done as well as to add comfort for her. She sounded so sad. "He will find her in time, you must have faith. Have hope. Your sister is a very strong willed woman, except where it comes to her husband or so I have...seen.."He paused then let out a sigh and continued. "What does not kill us, can only make us stronger." His other hand came to curl over the one he held. "Shaden..what's wrong? I hear the sorrow in your voice.."

Shaden : "I haven't told you before now because you were so ill... but... I'm sure your accident was no accident at all.. in fact it was probably because you were watching me you were struck..." she settled her tea back onto the table... "Maahes and I were drugged... and then.. we ended up in his bed.. and Ealora saw..." her hand clenched his tightly.. " That is why she ran away... she thought we betrayed her" their was condemnation in her voice for herself.. " I know.. nothing really happened... there was no.. sex... but she will never believe that... only what her eyes saw... she will never forgive me.. and I can't blame her for it..." a soft shudder and sigh were released before she settled back against the couch.. pulling her hand from his... " I can only hope that she and he can manage somehow to put their lives back together.. I cannot ask for more... it seems every time... someone gets close to me they get hurt.. it's like I'm bad luck " irony was she was confessing this to another victim of Shaden's bad Karma.. " The housekeeper... at Red Wall told me Jack saw too... I haven't heard a single thing from him since..." her tone was resigned.. as if dealing with all fate had pushed her way was just too much... and she had given up... " I just want Ealora to be safe...I love her like my sister... I want her back home and safe"

Nic: "I figured I was struck for a reason.."He tilted his head, trying to see what her face looked like. Nothing. Shadow and it was irritating. His thumb stroked over her knuckles as he listened to her talk. His heart tugging for Shaden, Ealora and Maahes. When her hand released his own, he reached for her and pulled her into his lap amidst any protest and just held her. Pressing his face into the copper curls he could not see but remembered. "Your not bad luck..bad things happen to good people. Things will change in time, you have to believe that. You know your sister, do you really believe she will never believe you? Never forgive you? I don't think so. Apart from her husband, you are the only one she has opened up to and I do not need my sight to know it. You once told her of the love her and her husband share, how special it is and I heard the agony in the General voice when he met with that fellow a few nights ago. Only a person who has true love feels such agony. I am sure she was feeling the same, feeling regret for believing what her eyes saw. If theirs is a true love, which you believe it is..and I believe then they can work through this, and be better for it, stronger for it. But don't you give up the fight for someone you love. Don't resign yourself to being without the one woman you look on like a sister. Love is a battle, it has its good days and it has its bad days. These are the bad days, the point is you don't give up the fight."His arms tightened around her. "I said it once and I will say it again, Jack is a fool...you deserve better. Way better."

Shaden : "She may forgive me.. but it will never be the same.. there will always be a question in her heart... a doubt" she snuggled into his embrace.. pulled into his lap... " I know that pain.. my own sister betrayed me in a similar way she is now married to the man I gave up being a courtesan for... she sent me to prison.. to be burned at the stake.. as a witch... and even though my confessor has urged me to forgive.. for my own soul.. I cannot...forget.. it's what keeps me from truly trusting.. and letting down my guard.. but Ealora is the one person.. since I arrived in Skye that accepted me for me.. nothing to change.. or be ashamed of.. just acceptance.. and now I'm afraid I've lost that forever.. and it hurts... so badly " tears fell anew against his chest as she clung to him... her heart breaking for her sisters pain that she knew all to well... " And now you have lost your sight.. because you were protecting me... " new sobs assailed her as she gave over into the grief she had not spent in the past few months.. " Maahes looks at me as if I have tricked him... Jack left... "her breath begin to catch in gasp.. as she tried to calm herself... realizing she was being a crybaby " I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have... she tried to pull away.. wiggle from his lap.. " You have enough to worry with.. with your sight..""

Nic: "If she has done as you say she has done. Accepting you for you, then why would there be a doubt in her heart when you told her the truth? No Shaden, I think you read to much into it. I think you compare it with your past." His arms tightened around her, his head nuzzling into her hair as he let out a sigh, hating the way this was paining her so. He kept his tight hold even as she tried to wiggle from his lap, pulling her back rather harshly to his body. Be still woman! he wanted to say but knew she didn't need harsh words. She needed understanding and comfort. "Shaden listen to me.." He placed a kiss against her cheek, meaning to go for her forehead but well..his lips fell to the line of her ear or what he thought was her ear. "I lost my sight doing what I promised you I would do. Protect you..I did not do a good job of it and for that, I offer my apologizes. If I had put stayed back, out of sight, seen that you were about to be drugged, I could of done something. My loss of sight is my fault, not yours."Fingers stroked, massaging at her backside, calm comforting circles. "I take it Maahes does not know the two of you were drugged? I do not think it is you he is angry at, it is probably from his own guilt that he is portraying this image to you. and Jack is not worth your time. If he runs because of your pregnancy, runs because of this. Then he is not worth it. A true friend..a true love will stand beside you, through the good and the bad. To comfort and to protect no matter where the fault lies and in the most dire of circumstances, will be the accomplice you need in any plot. There are going to be people who hate you, who do not understand you. The same can be said for me, or for Ealora or even the General. The point is, these people do not matter because they do not know you. The people that matter are the ones who love you. Ealora loves you, Maahes loves you..I love you..do you see me blaming you for what happened? Hating you? No, because you are not to blame..I do mean to sound harsh Shaden, but you need to stop blaming yourself. You did not plot to drug yourself and Maahes and put the two of you in bed together, you did not plot to hurt your sister. So, you are not to blame." He let his lips brush against her skin, unable to tell what he was nuzzling but it was a tender gesture. "Say it for me Shaden, mean it. Say 'I am not to blame'.."

Shaden: He made sense.. in a way.. as he spoke she listened.. hiccupped and sniffled.., and though most of what he said she knew.. deep down.. she still ached inside.. it was so hard to believe that Ealora would ever forgive her.. when Jack had turned his back.. how afraid that Ealora would do the same.. she was cowering in her soul... over that fact.. it was his tenderness however that was soothing and comforting her... " I know your right.. but it doesn't feel that way..' she sniffled again and burrowed into his chest... " You are not any blame in this.. we were all used... to get to her... I have proof... " the whole love thing blew right over her head as she quieted her crying and nodded softly... as he kissed against the corner of her mouth.. tenderly... " Your not to blame.. and neither am I " she breathed softly against his lips

Nic: Lord just another inch and his lips would meet hers but he couldn't do it. Feeling as if that would betraying her and her weak state. His hands came up to clasp her face between his hands. Feeling the rush of her breath against his own lips. His thumbs stroking over the curve of her cheeks. He sat posed, lips near her own as if he were going to kiss her then stopped himself as he pulled back, the confusion plain on his face. "You have proof?" There, aha! A diversion to keep from kissing her. "What proof?"

Shaden : For a moment she thought... he was going to kiss her.. then he stopped.. " I'm sorry " she slipped from his lap.. frustration at her over emotional state rampant. Had he been repulsed.. is that why he stopped.. her hands fluttered picking up the tea cup, it rattled before she moved to the heath... " Whoever stripped Maahes and me.. put us in bed together.. left a note... and a piece of the herb that was used... it said to Listen to my heart , it was in my hand when I awoke... I asked.. the Healer... of it.. and she told me what the herb would do..." she gazed into the fire... " I know I did not sleep.. have sex.. with Maahes... no matter what it looked like we did not" the cup rattled again on the saucer...

Nic: His hands loosened to let her go, listening as she picked up her cup and saucer, listening to her moving away. He slid to the edge of the couch. "Do you still have them?"He lifted himself off the couch. "Shaden..if you still have those items, they should be given to the General to bring whoever did this to the three of you to justice.."He moved in the direction of her voice only to hit the edge of a table and go head over heels over it. Arms grasping wildly for something, anything, to keep him upright only to fail and fall flat to his back with a groan.

Shaden : "Yes I have them put safety away till he gets back...... " her voice failed her as he toppled over the table and went flying.. almost before he could hit the ground she was beside him.. kneeling '"Nic are you alright lie still " her hands were moving over him to check for injury.. pulling thru his dark hair, " Nic.... ?" he groaned " Nic... are you alright ?"

Nic: He blinked without really seeing the ceiling he was staring at. Feeling Shaden beside him, he laid still as she requested but squirmed as she checked his body, a chuckle escaping his lips at the tickling her hands were doing. Reaching out, he grasped air then grabbed again, this time clasping her wrists within his hands as she brushed them through his hair. "I'm all right..just my pride is bruised..I'm all right." Letting go of her wrists, he encircled her waist and pulled her to him. "Shaden..I know you didn't sleep with him..you said you were drugged and besides, no manner of drug or wine would ever have you and the General sleeping together. You both love Ealora to much, no drug or alcohol would make either of you forget that. Someone used what they thought courtesans are though to make it seem like you did. I may not be able to see, but I promise you. I will not rest till whoever or whomever it was, is brought to justice." It was not just because he was sworn to protect her that he made such a promise. It was because he cared for her, because someone had hurt her, hurt someone he cared for.

Shaden : She stilled as he grasp her wrist and pulled her downward to him... a sigh of relief as he said he was ok .. sans his pride... leaning down.. she smiled even thought he couldn't' see it... " You are going to give me a heart attack."hands still checked his thick skull beneath the dark hair.. and when he swore to see justice done she could not help but believe him... " As long as she comes home safe and sound I will be happy... I want no more violence.. from this... " she didn't tell him she knew almost without doubt who had sat her and Maahes up... she didn't want him going off after the two... " And you will rest... Dr orders.. remember.. you must rest to get well..." she searched his eyes for some sort of hope that he would regain his sight.. that it was temporary... " Did the Healer say... if it was permanent?" she hated to asked.. but wondering was eating her up inside... " I will send for her in the morning.. have her come check again.. maybe there is... progress" ever hopeful..

Nic: Another chuckle left her lips. "Your to young for a heart attack. Silly woman."His eyes turned downward to her though it was hard to tell if he was actually looking at her, it looked like he was. "I promise to exact no revenge on this person or people. Only that I will make sure the authorities do. Shaden, no crime can go unpunished, else the world would be a mass of crime without fear of punishment." He lay still as she checked his scalp for injury. He was a tough old man, the only blow to land him harm was the one that took his sight. "I've rested enough. Laying in that bed isn't going to make my sight return any faster..and she does not know. Said she hopes its temporary. Only time will tell. Do you not trust Avery now? i would hope so since she is tending your pregnancy."He grinned at her to let her know he was all right, as well that there was to be hope. "You know, I used to tell my son when he was but a toddler that a kiss could make it all better..he used to make up places that it hurt so I would kiss it better, thought it was the funniest thing in the world..."He didn't know why he said that just now but well, the memory was there, why not tell her of it.

Shaden : " I trust her well enough she seems very learned" she spoke softly leaning back from her inspection of his head.. and glancing down into his eyes as he shared the story.. " If only kisses could make such things better... I would kiss you all better... as much needed as to get your sight back." she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his nose... " All you would have to do is say... where it hurt "...it was one of those moments where the world had seemed to dissipate around them.. the only thing left the crackling and flickering of the fire... the smell of cinnamon and tea... jasmine and orchid... the sounds of their breathing...

Nic: He grinned up at her though he couldn't be sure she was looking directly at him. His hands against his stomach, seeming very content to lay on the floor in the great room with her leaning over him. What a sight this would be to others! "Don't know unless you try, up you see, my nose was hurting, your kiss made it all better. "He teased up at her, wanting to lighten her spirits. He knew she had to still feel guilt about what had happened even though he had said it wasn't her fault. He really was getting to old to be falling over furniture though. His hand rose from his stomach, moving up her arm to the curve of her neck and over her cheek, his thumb caressing the silken flesh. "How do you know if you don't try? Give it a whirl huh "He released her cheek to point at his eyelid as his lids fell closed.

Shaden : She leaned forward... her breath caught in her chest.. a prayer sent above... a religious courtesan who would have known... and she lowered slowly to press gentle loving kisses against first one eyelid... and then the other.. lingering over both... for a moment.. her prayers lifted silently as she did.. for this man who was fast becoming her treasure.. her knight... her companion... Please dear lord.. do not take his sight, restore it copper curls brushed his cheeks as she bent over him.. her hands on either side of his shoulders as she moved to settle back on her heels... breathlessly hoping against all odds..

Nic: His arms encircled her waist, feeling her lean down over him and the plush pillows of her lips kissing one eyelid and then the other. If only he could hear her inner prayer to God to restore his sight. The knights heart would of ached beyond imagining. His arms tightened around her waist as he sat up, drawing her into his lap as he sat upward. His eyelids still closed. On one hand he wanted to open them and have it all better. On the other, if it did not work it would disappoint her...and him. Slowly lids opened. His eyes slid left and then right over her face. Could he see her? Raising a hand from her waist, he captured her chin between his fingers. His thumb brushing over her lips before he was leaning forward and capturing her lips with his own in a breathless and passionate kiss. He just couldn't help it. He couldn't see her and it was killing him, he knew it would make her ache. This was one way to kill that ache, for him at least...and hopefully yes for her.

Shaden : Again she was in his lap.. it seemed to be where she landed whenever he was near... his eyes held almost as tightly shut as he held her to him... and then he was kissing her... not a tender sweet kiss of comfort but a kiss of passion wanting... needing.. she knew in that moment he could still not see.. but it mattered not... her lips parted beneath his.. the kiss returned with fervor... as her body twisted to turn into him fully.. arms encircling his neck, fingers weaving into his dark hair.. breathless longing.. passion erupting between them.. they both needed so much.. had both endured so much... was a moment of heaven to much to ask... just a moment... a soft sweet moan of pleasure erupted from her lips.. as she whispered his name... her lips moving up his cheek for a moment then back to capture his... " Nic... " it was soft sweet pleading...

Nic: His arms shifted against her back as he shifted to his knees, pulling her tightly against him as her lips moved against his own with the same amount of passion. He sucked in a ragged breath as he lips left his own, her lips finding his ear to whisper his name and he groaned out her name. "Shaden" His fingers weaved into her hair at the back of her head as her lips found his again. Gloved hand groaned as it captured the pert round bottom of the woman within his arms and pulled her against him, hard. His lips wanting to suck the very pain from her body in the kiss he offered her again and again and again.

Shaden: Her lips scorched his, whatever he offered her in solace she offered him back twice over.. every move , every touch every taste was compounded between them.. deeply her tongue delved against his playing and erotic dance of teasing and need... hands sliding from his hair to his shirt.. and beneath .. warm fingers splaying across his chest, nails dragging across his flesh as he cupped her to him closer.. her back arched beautifully as if she could not be close enough... and wanted more " Nic... " his name was like words of prayer from her lips.. reverent worshipful.. divine... pulling her lips away smaller more urgent kisses were spread over his face.. until her lips found his once again.. and again... and again

Nic: He gave a groan against her lips, more like a growl as his fingers curled deeper within her hair as if she were trying to get away but she was not. He sucked in another breath as her fingers found their way under his shirt, digging into his skin. He released her long enough to yank the shirt upward and off his body, tossing it to the ground before he pulled her to him again. His breath left in deep sated breaths of breathlessness and need as she dotted kiss around his face before finding his lips again. He moaned against her lips as she found them again. Hid fingers clumsily searching for the workings of her dress. It was frustrating when he could not find it, he did the next thing that came to mind, the only thing that came to mind when her body was melting into his as it was now. He grasped the front and yanked till the two sides gave way and ripped open. Releasing the torn fabric, he grasped at her back again, fingers digging into the fabric as if his fingers could melt through to her skin as his lips left hers and dipped down to capture the hollow of her neck. His teeth raked at the sensitive skin before sucking against the flesh afterwards. Holding her within his grasp, he eased her back onto the floor, covering her body with his own as he moved.

Shaden : She didn't even flinch as the bodice was ripped into.. his lips following the path of his hands, her head dipping back low sweet moans of bliss dripping from kiss bruised lips... until she was pressed to the floor... her lips capturing his once again.. as he covered her... " We can't... here..." breathless whispers.. against his throat as she purred and shifted beneath him... " Gerda might come back " fingers wound in his hair while the other trailed down his back raking her nails until red trails of her passion marked him... she showed no signs of stopping at all.. teeth nibbling and suckling at his shoulders... hips arching beneath him in abandon.. invitation... she had forgotten her reason why they couldn't... in such a short expanse of time.. it had to be his kisses...

Nic: He did not need to see her body to know where he wished his lips to follow. He nibbled and suckled against her lips as they caught his again. He just could not get enough of the taste of her lips. It was an addiction and not one he could easily give up. Lips were drawn away from her own quiet reluctantly as he drew the line of his lips to the valley of her breasts beneath the bodice as she whispered in protest before she scratching her nails against his back. He sucked in a hiss at the sudden pain of the action but showed no signs of stopping instead growling out like an animal gone insane as her hips arched beneath him, pressing against the throbbing and aching member straining within his slacks. "She'll leave" He growled against her neck as he suckled against the flesh, his fingers still fumbling to find a way to pull the dress off of her, a rather bad time to be blind. Frustrated again, he grasped the two open sides and gave it a firm pull, ripping it till the dress had become..pretty much a robe. "Shaden.. "He moaned her name as his fingers caressed the corset and stockings underneath the dress. To many barriers. "Help me..I need to feel you.."It was pure agony within his voice, of complete passion and need.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Pere: Midafternoon came with a rush, though the pace was set rather slow. Time went by for hours as the heavy sleet fell from the heavens. Dark clouds held back the sun, and the bitter wind broke the lands. Rain had started, but now heavy flakes covered the ground with promise of a harsh icy winter. A pirate's boots though meant for the sea seemed to do well with the puddles splashing about, breaking through the thin layer of ice that had formed upon the surface. It had seemed months since he last tread the path from sea to shore, and road to Lily. Yet, here they were standing upon the doorstep of the Lily with the drifts of snow at their backs. "I can't believe you are making me do this." Spoke the pirate whose features were covered by the dark green of his cloak, a trademark of the man now.

Jean Claude: "It is what you owe me." The smooth voice of the man in a solid black silk vest over perfectly pressed white and wrapped with a long wool coat of naval shape.

Pere: Peregrin gave a deep breath and rose his hand to knock upon the door, and wait. "Yes, but it doesn't make it easy." Suddenly a man who laughed at the face of danger, suddenly would have rather died upon the battle then face the wrath of a redhead.

Shaden : Shaden was spending her day as usual, rushing about between Taking care of Nic, and his brooding tempers, getting the house ready for opening now just a scant month away, lessons for the Courtesans.. were in session now.. as she spoke at length of proper manners and courtesy.. to all that entered the house.. " Lady is a title earned " she spoke to the six girls in training.. ' you must no matter the circumstance comport yourself in such a manner as to receive that title.. no matter your station of birth.. " a few tomes were selected to hand to the girls.. " Read as far as you can tonight and we shall pick up in the morning .. and do not forget your music lessons later this evening.. Maggie is going to show you all the mandolin " to each a warm loving smile was giving as she ushered them out of the library just in time to hear the door knocked upon.. with the opening of the door.. her face lost it's smile.. " Peregrin.. Jean Claude ".. her voice was almost strident as she greeted them as if you could call it that... the icy tones that left her lips were far colder than the outside weather . Behind her titters of laughter.. and whispers of the young ladies.. who some rose on tiptoe to get a look at the men at the door.. they were after all quite handsome... Turning to the girls she pasted on a smile.. " Run along upstairs.. Darlings... and don't forget your manners first.. say hello to the .... gentlemen " a delicate hand lifted as she stepped back letting the girls get a very good look at the pair at the door... Each one curtsied beautifully and gracefully, offering their greetings like noble ladies... perfectly trained.. demure, eyes cast down.. soft blushes... a fluttering of lashes... before then they rose like an orchestra of beauty to excuse themselves.. to each... one.. a little glance cast over their shoulder in flirtatious coquetry... once they had disappeared up the stairs she turned back to the Men at the door.. still not offering them in... " I see you survived.. you must have contracted madness to come back to Skye.. Maahes will see you hanged.. or worse "

Jean Claude: Peregrin gave the girls a bend of his head, but it would be the man behind him gave the correct bow. Perfectly in balance and graceful as always the black of his hair spilled over both shoulders straight and like fine silk. "Bonjour belles filles." The French no doubt something they had picked up on here and there. However with Shaden it wasn't something so rare.

Pere: "Good afternoon.." Peregrin smiled to each as they moved off into the Lily and leaving the trio to stand alone. "Hmm, surely by now you know I do not fear that man." Peregrin scoffed, removing his cloak and then started for the hook, but was quickly caught by the gloved hand of his friend.

Jean Claude: "We will not be staying that long, Mon suir, our business is brief." Dark blue caught the sky of the other set and a perfectly thin black brow arched in go ahead.

Peregrin turned on his heal to look at the courtesan, and let the silence fill the space as he tried to start a conversation that had he his way would never have even started.

Pere: "Shaden, how are you feeling? Did you have a good time at the Festival?" He spoke behind a fake grin, as always it was against his lips.

Shaden From the balcony she heard more giggles.. , her face pulling into a display of annoyance.. as she stepped back, her hand allowing them entrance.. the door shut firmly behind the.. before she ignored the question for the moment and walked with solider like precision to the library door, again her hand ushered them in as a copper brow rose to the girls over looking the balcony.. a little narrowing of her eyes.. and they seemed to rush away.. before she turned to the men now ensconced in her library and shut the thick door.. to keep whatever discussion they had.. theirs... as soon as the door shut.. the practiced smile slipped from her face and a cold icy gaze was solidified over them both " You " she looked at Peregrin.. then to Jean Claude.. did her eyes hold even more hatred for Jean Claude than Peregrin ? " You know damm well I did not have a good time.. you drugged me... used me.. " she moved to her desk pulling open a small drawer, within it a little wooden box and put it on the top... " You Peregrin.. I expect nothing from..." with that.. the box was open and his bag of coin thrown at him with vehemence.. glacial green hues challenging him to shame... for a long moment... " Say whatever you have come to say and leave.. " .. her eyes shifted to Jean Claude, darkened with betrayal and hurt.. as she gazed at him, fairly trembling with the need to slap the smirk from Peregrin’s face

Pere: "See." Peregrin spoke as he shifted his glance to the tall silent frame of his companion. "She knows already, nothing to say come on." OOOOOOOH how he wanted to run from that one, and he quickly turned on the heel of his boot to run. Like a viper in action, Jean-Claude extended his hand to still the Pirate Captain, and Peregrin was reluctant but he did turn. Jean-Claude folded his hands before him, his tall frame seeming a shadow in the corner to cover from the flames of the woman before him. Yet he was not afraid, no he knew his place was to put out the flames should they take the life of his friend. "Do not be so angry Shaden, you saved a hundred lives with simply being naked, and you were paid for it." His hands curled around the small sack of coins, and returned them to the table, "Keep that, you helped earn it. The ransom on Ealora's head." He gave the bag a pat before folding his arms over his chest. "Think of it this way Shaden, those posters that you helped take down will have no merit any more. The reward was given, and her head was kept...I saved her life. You saved their marriage. I assure you, that he will still bed that woman. Even if she thinks…….."

Jean Claude: He was cut short by the voice of Jean-Claude finally speaking up, "Ealora knows better I assure you. I made sure of it, just as I made sure you knew you were drugged."

Pere: Peregrin sneered and gave a little dry chuckle. "He told her to listen to her heart." He spoke with laughter in his voice, "Shows how much faith he still has in it."

Jean Claude: With that the smile remained even if the lips of the shadowed man fell flat against his face, as he was being mocked right before the pair. "It is not such a far stretch, to know where the heart of a man's promise is Sir. Does not make it something a fool would believe in. Just goes to show no matter what you pull they still love
other." Take that!

Pere: Peregrin shot the man a dirty look, but JC's face did not falter once.

Shaden: "You son of a bytch " she hissed before she came round the desk.. her hand landing upside his cheek with a resounding crack.. not a lady like slap, but one that would turn his head with the pure rage she felt at him " I would not dirty myself with you coin Take it and get out... You convolute your crimes against Ealora and Maahes to make yourself the hero.. how disgusted you must be to live in your own skin " small and delicate of stature she looked like a doll standing up to a Greek god.. yet she burned with indignation.. almost enough to make anyone near step back.. righteous anger seemed to singe Peregrin.. " Get out.. and never.. come near me again.. you mean.. nothing to me " her bottom lip trembled with emotion as she stood bravely in his face... her jaw and her mind set.. but while she was done with Peregrin.. she had yet to began with Jean Claude

Pere: "I have no reason for Glory Shaden, you mistake that. I have no want of being a hero. I simply wanted the coin upon her head to fuel a ship, and keep a crew happy. Would you not do the same for your Lily?" If it was anger she wanted it was anger she would get. "I never said I cared for you, clearly I don't. I was forced here to say I was sorry, because of him." He threw his hand over his shoulder to motion to Jean-Claude and then returned it to point in her direction. "Your sister doesn't know of the truth, I figured you could tell her that. Or I? Which would you have?"

Shaden : His anger only seemed to fuel hers " You credit your self with saving her head and her marriage. yet none of this would have happened, without you pulling the strings..! " she pushed angrily at him " It doesn't matter who tells her... she will always have doubt lodged in her heart.. now.. where I am concerned " she turned then and leveled a gaze at Jean Claude " You two.... broke... the trust between her and I and it will never be the same " tears welled in her eyes as her anger had burned itself out.. and was replaced by the misery of knowing she had lost the true innocence of trust between her sister and herself.. and nothing would ever put it back.. " Just go..." her hand lifted toward the door... " Go... " arms folded across her middle as she turned from them... gazing into the fire... " You've done enough "

Pere: "Trust can be returned, this is the story of my life." He spoke with a chuckle. "And no..do not think he had anything to do with this, he simply did as I told him. No matter what his own will is, I still have control." Peregrin rose his hand and slowly let it fall, and behind him the man took to one knee with his head in a bow. "Puppet huh?" With that he let his hand motion for JC to stand and so he would. "Just know how very sorry I am you were used as a paw but that was a lot of money and I saw an easy fix." Dark eyes never left hers, but passed outside the window to watch the now snow fall. "You'll figure it out, Shaden. You always do don't you?"

Shaden: " Your like a child wanting someone to forgive you for your wrongs Perri.. and I won't.. you have passed the age where I'm sorry makes it all better " she still didn't look at him... kept staring at the flame.. " Neither does treating Jean Claude like a slave.. I wonder if you did not control those around you would anyone truly care for you... " now she turned , hoping she had inflicted a wound in his sanctimonious black heart.. " I told you I require nothing more from you Peregrin.. you will not receive my forgiveness.. nor absolution.. for what you have done.. I suggest you seek GOD for he is a far more forgiving creature than I where you are concerned... I hope for your sake... one day you feel the same heartbreak over someone I feel now... because that will mean someone actually gave a dam about you... once in your miserable life " her eyes fell on Jean Claude... with pity... as he rose at his masters command, a flick of a wrist.. " What a pretty doll you are.. posed.. and primped for his pleasure..." it was not sarcasm in her voice but sadness... the very idea that he was so much better a man than Peregrin.. yet a slave to his whims broke her heart... and it showed in her eyes...

Pere: "It is for that very reason Shaden I am the way I am, heartbreak. This is what happens after it no longer beats." If he had a heart left it would have broke at her words, but he Tried no feelings for this was something by now he was used to. "You would be wise to now allow yourself to be as I am. You keep loving the way you do. Though you are and I are not very different. You open your heart to very few, but share your body. Closed heart open legs, it's a pity..."

Jean Claude: Pere was stopped suddenly by a gloved hand quickly coming with a rush to his neck and forcing his body back against the wall. "Assez! Vous étiez ici pour dire votre désolé!!...Ne pas l'appeler une putain !" (Enough! You were here to say you were sorry. Not to call her a whore)

Pere:Peregrin's eyes were wide with the darkness that filtered around the man that Shaden would never feel. Like a black cloud he felt the energy and anger rise from the undead man before him. The Pirate held up his hands to try and ease the man down, but the fury was very strong. "Je vous sous-estime toujours.." The French left his lips with little ease but in such a strange sound. "Vous apprendrez..."
( I always underestimate you. You will learn. )

Shaden: A delicate hand lay on Jean Claude’s shoulder a moment.. stilling him... before she withdrew... " Like I said Jean Claude.. there is little weight his words hold now.. be they good or not.. sorry... only works if you mean it.. his trip was a waste of his time.. and yours " the icy chill in her tone was unmistakable.. she wanted no violence in her home.. " Please.. do not make yourself.. beget punishment on my behalf.. it is not... worth it.. I'm... nothing more than a whore " she gave Peregrin a look of pity.. then moved to the door of the library opening it.. " If you gentlemen will see your way out... I've.. appointments to keep "... all the grace and poise of a Noble.. was presented them as she stood by the door prim and proper...

Jean Claude: Her hand was a wave of warmth, one forgotten and lost. In lives lived and lost this feeling was what wars were fought for. His stone skin and rock hard exterior relaxed and so too would his hand around the man's neck. Peregrin would be let go with a big breath and set out into the snowy wonderland. "He will not punish me, he knows I am right." The term cold shoulder just wasn't enough, for her hand to feel but when his body was turned to face her the warmth couldn't be missed. "You will never fall victim to his traps again, this I promise. I had been against this plan from the start, but I fear the desperation is in favor. His ship was severely damaged by your Lord General and the repairs are not easy. Once it is finished we will never come back to this Island. I'll be sure of it." Imprinting was against his morals, but how badly he wanted to steal away this feeling towards him, and clean away the hurt she felt. Yet how could he bring himself to play such tricks on a woman whose month had been one lie after another. Perhaps he will simply have to do it the old fashioned way. "This too shall pass." As he turned for the door, the winter winds pressed back the only part of his body that seemed to ever move. Long black silken strands caught as his light steps carried him out the door only to pause. The roses in the garden came with a vision of red, the mixture of blood falling over the white snow such a contrast hard to be missed even if it was just a vision. "Shaden..." He breathed in a whisper, his hand coming to clasp under his ribcage as he clung to the doorframe pain striking his face and closing his eyes. "Go put your feet up." He almost could not get the words out. "Go quickly, get off your feet. Rest."

Shaden: "Jean Claude " his name left her lips as he moved to leave... " One thing... One question please ?" her voice sounded almost panicked as she followed him out into the garden... " The drug... will it " her hand dropped down to the small curvature of her belly.. just as he fell against the frame... " Jean Claude " angry or not she wrapped her arms about his waist... " Come come... back inside.. " she pulled at him... ignoring his pleas for her rest. when he was in such obvious pain

Jean Claude: His jaw closed tightly under his lips, and with one motion she was swept off her feet. No doubt putting up a struggle he held tight. The door came to close behind him and instantly he lead her through the house. "He said it would not. That bastard." No one was that mean, how could he have known? Perhaps he was wrong, perhaps it was simply a nightmare, and this was the part where he woke up. Up the steps he carried her with her body against him he still seemed to float across the wood floors rather then rush, but they reached the doors within record time. Pulling back the covers he slid her inside them with ease. "Do not get up." His voice was darklit behind the rush in his accent. "You must not."

Shaden : "What on earth " she fought him to begin with struggling, but stilled seeing he was still in pain.. then tucked into bed.. she grasp his arm.. " You must tell me what is happening " her voice was slightly panicked and fearful...fighting for control.. " Jean Claude please " she begged him... she herself felt fine.. the sickness had abated and she fairly glowed with maternity.. " Jean Claude... if this is a trick.. " she threatened softly...

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Maahes: The following morning came with a rush, but the night had moved in slow motion. Rich golden rays of the sun filled the land as they squeezed through the lines from sky to land. Heavy dark clouds still lingered from the storm that left behind part of heaven--or so Maahes had thought once he first caught sight of the snow. The snow had fallen through the night stilling a city to silence a mute whisper that only the bitter cold could bring. Much of the night had been lost where love was gained; in the arms of his wife he held her tight, making love to her with passionate caresses and kisses of forever. No there wasn't an animalistic need like before as he drank from her vintage, and loved of her fully. No, Maahes loved his wife that night, spending extra time where her heart was concerned. Concentrating on her body like painting a masterpiece; a delicate flower admired for the beauty but never plucked. He had not slept too much but rested entirely. The windows were fogged, the snow clinging to the rim of each pane and he watched the sun raise through the room and splash the wall with it's warm rays. He knew the signs of Winter's snow and knew his wife had never seen such a sight. His back was pressed against the bed, the sleeping form of his wife curled across his chest he supported her with one arm and the other was tucked behind his neck. Rolling then to his side he closed the space and surrounded her with his warmth as he faced her, "Ealora.." Her name whispered against her ear where a gentle kiss would touch lightly her temple, "Wake up baby," His warm breath chased the lines of her neck. "Go look outside."

Jean Claude: This was but the first of the winter's snow. Skye was known for it's icy depths all the more reason the war would be pushed back. Hope had been strung through the trees with the ice that formed there. Hope that an army could be ready by the time the mountains thawed and the passages were cleared. It was in the sun that rose he closed his eyes in the belly of an iron whale. The ship of a pirate had been home for so long that it seemed a comfort to be without the windows and trapped in now an icy hell as no heat would ever be needed. The rest slept in perfect slumber seeming dead to the world around them and the careful quiet steps of what a restless mind would have been like if they were to walk in his shoes. Long slender fingers pale and perfected trailed the edge of the ships haul until stopping with a deep inhale of his breath. Air was sucked in as he closed his eyes a gasp in opposite form leaving his lips, but the warmth was amazing. This. This was where the sun hit the ship and this was where his back would be pressed and body to slide down to draw himself between his knees; and arms to rest above each one. "Le Soleil brille dans vos yeux.." Thin lips fell together as eyes closed and sleep would soon find him. Across Shaden's desk in the morning light would be a gift wrapped in the finest of black silk, perhaps a scrap from his attire but attached with a ribbon a note that would read, "He may bring you a thousand roses, but mine are forever." Upon the unveil a pristine work of art, a glass rose to last the ages if cared for. "To be placed under glass, or high upon a shelf and guarded like my heart which you hold now within your hands."

Shaden : Sleepily she had rose and dressed, never one to lay in bed to much to be done.. and after a first trimester of being ill, now the life that grew within seemed to be gifting her with and abundance of energy.. that or her nerves were shot completely... washing her face, she slipped into a warm buttery yellow velvet day gown.. with a soft amber trim about the neck and hem.. that seemed to make her look like a sun goddess if one were prone to such fanciful thoughts her heart still heavy over Ealora's reaction to touching her.. she sighed as she looked in the mirror.. turning this way and that to see the small bump that was beginning to show now.. holding her breath she pooched out her stomach as far as she could.. which wasn't far at all, and swayed her back to determine what she would look like in full bloom.. " It's ok little one.. I love you.. and no matter what you will have a perfect life.. you are very wanted."her hand pressed lovingly against the little bump.. and rubbed.. a habit she was developing.. " It's you and me against the world.." she hummed softly then finger curled her hair into a semblance of order.. and headed to her office. As if Gerda were timing her , they met in the great room.. Gerda with her usual breakfast of porridge toast and tea.. settling it on the corner of the desk.. as Shaden pulled out the ledgers and a pair of wire rimmed spectacles..that perched upon her delicately freckled nose.. "Hmmmmm have our guest some breakfast when they wake.. and no pork.. Maahes religion you know " she smiled at Gerda.. and kissed her cheek softly... as she was leaving.. " Ohh..Gerda.. when Nic wakes.. if you see him... can you... tell him I wish a word?" she was troubled over his grumpy sour mood the night before.. trouble over the talk she knew was coming with Ealora and Maahes... hell she was just troubled.. but at Least she had managed to steer Jean from Maahes death grip last night.. that was something to be thankful for.. Settling in her chair with a laborious sigh she spied the package.. and arched a brow.. her hands moving to it.. she was always.. curious and loved presents.. it was quickly opened.. and her mouth was too.. shocked and awed at the delicate fragile beauty of the rose... standing she held it to the sunlight that passed thru the leaded glass panes, causing a kaleidoscope of color to bathe the room.. as she read the note... a soft gentle smile curving her lips...


Ealora The whole world of stopped spinning that night, the snow could of frozen everything solid and thousands of years later if life still walked the lands, they would find the couple locked in an embrace. What would they make of the pair, perfectly posed in passions embrace. Would they see the wedding bands, think it sweet, wonder at the love these two people shared or would they see just passion? As it was, the snow had encased the lands but had not frozen anything but the land itself but time had seemed to stand still. Allowing the two of them to express love way beyond the catch of words. Each caress a song of adoration, each movement a dance to loves sweet tune, each moan and sigh a prayer to the heavens for such a blessing. Love was never spent, it only gained and built through time but when bodies waxed and waned in exhaustion. They had fallen into a peaceful slumber. The dreams that played through the pirate queens mind were only full testament of a heart well mended. For once, she caught sight of the very son they had talked about the night before. Each dream that had died like dust was born anew, flaming brightly and each played in her mind like a whispered promise not to be broken. Children, grandchildren. Loving him, family, complete and happy. It was the first time in a while she smiled as she slept. Her fingers caressed at his sides as her head rested against his chest, the drum of his heart only making the abyss of dreams all the more sweeter. He wiggled and she moaned in protest till his body enveloped her once more. Her lips tugging into another smile as he whispered her name. Her body arching against his as her head tilted up to meet the gentle caress of his face against her flesh. "Hmm?" She hummed in a moan as she blinked sleepily into the new mornings light. Her hand lifted to stroke the dreads of his hair backward before her fingers found his cheek and caressed gently there. "What’s outside?" though she was all ready rolling away from him, tugging the sheet with her. The room was freezing! No she would not dare go downstairs and out the door in just a sheet. This was Shaden home, what would people outside think seeing her standing at the door of a courtesan house in just a sheet as the General wife. Wasn't happening. Instead she moved towards the window, rubbing the sleep from her eyes to better see out the window. Her mouth formed a perfect o at the sight of the snow covering the ground. There was hardly ever a think that surprised the pirate queen but it registered on face, there was just no words to describe the wonder at seeing...all white..it was breathtaking.

Avery: The door to Nic room would open only a few minutes after the mistress of the house had moved downstairs. Though the first body to leave the room was not the knight. Avery bag was slung over her shoulder and she paused outside the room to turn and wait for the knight. She had all ready gotten snapped at once inside for offering to help him downstairs. "I'm sorry Sir Stryker..I just can not be certain with...that type of injury." She was careful to choose her words correctly least there be prying ears.

NIC: Nic followed shortly after her, a fresh tunic being drawn over his head and wiggled down his body. "It's fine Lady Thorn..I still have hope." His hand rose, gesturing to the hall. He was getting better at memorizing his surroundings. "I doubt my lady Shaden has come to see you though, If you would..I would like you to check her out." He knew her morning sickness had gone but he wanted to make sure she was all right,especially knowing she had been drugged. He hadn't said anything to Avery of the drugging but he would feel better since the healer was here anyway's. Slow steps carried him to the end of the hall and then down the stairs. Now all he had to do was pick up from where Shaden scent had gone.

Maahes: Slipping in behind his wife he snaked his arms down the front of her own and took both her hands between his placing a kiss to her neck. "Jami'l.." The arabic word caressed against her ear, "Beautiful." The meaning in English he repeated against her skin. "Get dressed, go wake your sister. Today is for her." Last night was for you. His lips brushed against the tender flesh just behind her ear and he would move away to start his dressing. First thing was first he needed to clean up, use the water closet and stretch his very sore body out. Pulling the robe around his hips he looked around the room and caught the beam from the ceiling to start his work outs. Pulling himself up and down would aid in the return of his body to normal. Darn it he was tired of being out of shape!

Shaden : She turned as the door opened and Gerda reappeared.. " Sir Stryker and Lady Thorn are on their way Mistress " she smiled and winked at the coppery sunny girl by the window.. the glass rose was lifted once more to the light.. before it was taken to be placed upon a high shelf.. the afternoon would find time for a glass case as required.. to be purchased.. the note folded and slipped into her desk she settled and took a bite of toast.. and sipped her tea awaiting the arrival of Avery and Nic... Gerda was always nice enough to warn of impending visitors.. the woman needed a raise..

Ealora: "Jami'l"The Arabic words pressed from her lips as sweet as a moan from the night before as a grin spread across her lips. Her fingers curled with his own as she leaned back against him momentarily. It was the perfect word for such a sight. She hummed a soft moan as he tenderly kissed at her skin before he was moving away. What had he just said. Damnable man and his kisses, she could forget her head if it weren't attached to her shoulders when he did such things. Turning from the window, she watched him with the same amused and mystified smile. She could of stood all day and watched him work his body back into shape but he was right. She needed to talk to Shaden. Collecting a set of clothes she had left there from their many nights staying within the Lily, she disappeared into the water closet to change. No need to tempt the man with her naked body changing when she couldn't do anything for it. Today was for Shaden. Besides, she had to pee like crazy again.

Avery Thorn: "Lady Aramoire. You are looking very well and here your knight was making me think you would be in tatters" She teased with a gentle press to the mans arm as the moved into the Great Room. "Here Nic was saying you were beginning to show and yet if I did not know you were with child, I wouldn't notice any flaws in your posture. How are you feeling?" The strap of the bag was pulled over her head and the bag settled down into a chair as she moved towards the lady of the house.

Nic: "I did no such thing"He mumbled beneath his breath with a small smile as he moved, a hair slower then the healer into the great room. He was still learning the damned room. To many obstacles, to many things in the way to remember it all at once. His hand came out to find and grasp the edge of a chair before he would shuffle and awkwardly position himself into it

Maahes: He heard his wife move out into the hall and instantly his eyes traveled to watch her. The day before had been spent in the company of two other wives, though not of his own and he watched their delicate hands toss around their sparkling rings that set before the band and he wondered if perhaps he had missed that. Moisture clung to every muscle as the fine lines of his sculpted torso were deep they collected their, but as he let his feet fall on the floor again he brought his hand up to inspect his ring that had not once left his finger. Perhaps he'd have to meet with this man who they spoke of setting the stones of their rings, and pick up his Princess something. Didn't want her feeling left out.

Ealora She moved back within the room, clothed in a rust colored Egyptian cut dress. A thicker fabric that would help with the cold but having no winter clothing..she would just have to go shopping again. Her head tilted watching him looking at his ring. "Not sorry you married me, are you?"It was a gentle tease against her lips as she moved towards him, taking his hand into her own and placing a gentle kiss against the cold steel enveloping his finger before she rose onto her toes to press a kiss against his lips. "You're stuck with me you know..there is no going back now."She breathed against his lips before placing another kiss against his lips. This kiss promising a repeat of the night before only tonight would be for him. Tonight is for you..I love you. She didn't give him time to capture her and make that promise reality now, he would just have to wait for she was all ready out the door and moving down the hall.

Shaden : She chuckled softly at Avery's words... " The Sickness has passed for the most part.. except when I smell fish.. or bacon.. " she shook her head and wrinkled her nose in disgust... " So you think I'm getting fat Nic ?" even though she knew he couldn't' see.. he would almost hear the raise of a copper brow and the hint of.. annoyance in her voice.. she prided herself on her appearance.. vanity.. yes.. even when with child.. " I do have a few concerns... though... " she moved to stand before the healer... " I was given some herbs unbeknownst to me.. " she held out her hand offering the small snippet of what looked like lavender and rosemary combined.. " It made me hallucinate and become very feverish.... I worry of the effects it could have on the baby ".. her face was almost ashen as she asked one of the questions that had plagued her lately.. one of the few that the Lady Healer could answer.. there were many, that only time would answer...

Avery: She moved to collect the herbs from the lady and bring them to her nose to sniff. A nod of her head to let her know she knew what it was. "A large amount of this and it could..but you did not injest a lot I take it, else I would of been notified." She handed the herb back. However the woman had gotten a small bit of it, seemed important. She didn't need to keep it anyways. Gently taking the woman’s arm, she lead her to a sit and tapped her shoulder to make her sit down. "You should be feeling flutters from the baby soon. He..or she...is not big enough that you will feel kicks or such, but when the baby moves, you'll have a feeling, likeness to bubbles. If you don't start feeling such in a week or so, I want you to contact me. From now on though, you need to take it easy. No heavy lifting, no not exert yourself more then you need to. If you feel tired, rest. I want to see you once a week from now on. More frequent as you need me." She kneeled beside the chair and nodded her head. "Do not be alarmed.."She warned before her hands were moving to touch at the small bump of the woman’s stomach, feeling the curve of one side and sliding across to the other.

Nic: "No, I think you are beautiful.."He answered truthfully as he eased back into the chair. His head tilting to catch the words of both Shaden and the Healer. His breath held in wait to the reply and eased with the healers words. As he felt Shaden sliding into a chair beside him, he reached for her hand and took it between his own to. Raising her knuckles to press a gentle kiss against the bumpy flesh. Everything will be all right.

Maahes: Maahes enjoyed his kiss very much and with the water closet now free he would move to wash up. Sticky boy this one. Once he was clean the Beast wasn't ready to move downstairs just yet having taken a bath of sorts in the cold water he slipped under the covers to warm just enough wanting to give Ealora and her sister some alone time, and had no clue there were so many downstairs.

Shaden: She was relived as well at the Healers words about the herb.. and smiled at the idea that she would soon be feeling movement.. fingers squeezed Nic's softly.. whatever had come over him the night before .. he seemed over it.. though they would still talk.. soon... " I promise.. I want to do everything to make sure this child is born healthy... " she watched as Avery's hands slid over her belly... with concern.. the anxiety that all new mothers have.. wondering if the healer would say everything was ok... of course as soon as the healer was thru with her.. she had questions about Nic's visit with the healer as well..

Jayne: She was amongst the early risers of the Lily.. dressing in soft blue woolen day gown.. golden hair pinned up into wheat colored ringlets.. she walked down the hallway. book in hand.. nose in said book reading over the passages Madame Aramoire had given her to read the day before.. she struggled over some of the words.. concentrating so hard, she did not notice a table upon which a vase called it's home.. and in true bookworm fashion.. she bumped into it a loud crash.. ensued... along with a muffled exclamation of horror... " Ohhh nooooo " it was Jayne at her bumbling worst.. grace was not.. one of her hereditary traits..

Avery Thorn: A smile touched at Avery lips as she drew backward and gave a nod of her head. The two different colored eyes wondering left then right over Shaden face. Poor woman. "Everything seems to be going well. Its fine to stay away from the foods that are making you ill but I'll like to see you put on more weight as the month advances. Perhaps just..lets say five more..for now. I might change it in a few weeks time." She rocked back upon her heels before lifting up, brushing a hand against her skirts.

Nic: Nic's hand loosened from Shaden at the crash of the vase. Gripping the seat, he hauled himself out of it, remembering to put a hand out to aid his movements. "What happened?" He questioned the hall, not knowing really who was within it. He wasn't used to the scents the girls wore yet. His boot crunched over a bit of broken glass and he kneeled to touch at the broken fragments.

Ealora: She moved down the hall as slowly. Shaden had looked so pained, but it hadn't been her...it was her stupid body. Whatever was wrong with her. Not Shaden. she paused and watched the knight patting around the broken glass. A slender brow raising in wonder. What was he..A gasp left her lips before her fingers flew to her mouth to still the realization that the man had no sight anymore. When had this happened? Her mouth opened to offer her apologized then closed as she tiptoed around the mess. The man was always a character of do it yourself. Hearing the two feminine voices in the great room, she turned to make her way into the room. Pulling back in slight shock at the sight of the healer. Concern immediately washed over her face. "Shaden is everything all right? Is the baby all right?"She moved a step forward and another, to hurry to her sisters side. Stupid idiot that she was, she could of well made her sister pregnancy worse because of last night!

Maahes: Yeah! Without any answer the guards posted a sign upon the door which read, "beware all women, do not venture into the streets alone after night fall." What had happened in the night prior? The guards then turned and moved off to place the signs in other various places women loved to go..shopping..tea houses...bathrooms; whatever. Maahes had shifted close to sleep when the crash had him wonder from the sheets..better not have been his breakfast. "Ealora?" Yeah something breaks who does he go for? Nic was feeling around on broken glass..idiot. "Something breaks you don't go feeling around." He muttered to the man under his breath and forced him to stand. "Get out of the way." Callused hands were used to this, and he could handle the glass with ease. "Both of you back away." Someone was in Daddy mode, as he started to clean the glass mumbling under his breath about wanting sleep..and breakfast. Rawr!

Jayne: "I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean... to.. I was reading " she blinked at the Guard came round.. " I was just clumsy is all.. " her hands seemed to flutter nervously until she saw the giant man appear.. she stood gaping at him as if.. well.. a bear had appeared before her.. backing away as ordered.. green eyes intently watching him... " Noo Sir please.. I'll clean it.. no need.. for you.. either of you ... " rosy cheeks seemed to glow even more.. as she settled the book on the table and bent near Maahes to help in the chore.

Shaden : Her smile seemed radiant as the Healers said all seemed well, but her brows furrowed at the thought of gaining weight.. the crash and Nic was gone.. she swiveled in her chair watching him.. as was about to ask Avery after his health and if.. he would regain his sight when Ealora rushed in.. " noo noo Ealora everything is fine.. Avery was just checking on me is all.. everything is well with the child.. " her hand settled on her belly softly a maternal smile lighting her eyes... " I told Gerda to bring you breakfast.. have you and Maahes eaten.. ?" she stood then smiling at the Lady Thorne trying to peer behind her and see what the commotion was about...

Ealora: A sigh of relief passed her lips as she held a hand to her heart. Thank God..or who-ever was listening. She turned to see Maahes advancing like a bear, the poor girl frightened and the woman could only grin. That was her husband. At Shaden question she turned again and shook her head. "No, poor Gerda must be busy as.."She gave a groan, thinking on breakfast made her stomach tighten and roll. Pushing the thought of being sick right there out of her mind. She heaved a sigh and continued. "anything. I know Maahes must be hungry, he is growling like a bear..see"A soft hum of a laugh. "Actually I do need to talk to you but..Lady Healer..err Thorn was it? I was going to come find you today, I have been unwell and if you don't mind giving me a moment?"Celadon eyes went from Shaden to the healer. She really needed to talk to Shaden but she would rather have it done with and know what was wrong with her and since Avery was all ready here..

Jayne: She dipped downward in a small curtsy at the approach of the General wife. Honestly that woman frightened her and she had no idea why. Was it some kind of animalistic thing she saw in the back of the ladies eyes? "See all is well.." She waved her hand as if that would explain it all before she was giving a nod of her head. Always serve, no matter how much a person frightens you. "Of course of course.. Mistress Aramoire, may we use your library?" She was ushering Ealora to the adjoining room even as she asked.

Nic: His muscles tensed at the sound of the General voice. Damn it, to many sounds. He couldn't distinguish them all. "I've got it, damn you" He let out a growl at the man even as he was forced to stand out of the way. All calm was gone but was replaced quickly as he reached for Jayne arm, in comfort. "It's all right..."He faltered. Which one was this, damn it. "It's all right lambkin.."Well hell, use the endearment he had used for his sister. The girl was liken to a lamb by sound. All aflutter over a broken vase.

Maahes: A dark black brow rose to Nic upon calling the girl at his side a lambkin. A snort of laughter as he picked up the last bits of glass, "Take him in the other room." Spoken to Jayne as if she were just another servant but lord Maahes didn't know any better..wasn't that what a courtesan was? Shaden was left on her own, where did Ealora go? And Maahes took this moment to separate the distance between them. "How are you feeling?" Wrapping his arm around her hips he pulled her into a hug and placed a kiss to the top of her head. "Did fruitcake make it out the door ok?"

Shaden: Grabbed abruptly by Maahes she begin to struggle against him as if he were.. a leper.. or worse.. " let go of me.. She will see and she already thinks.. we.. we.. " she couldn't even say it.. the blush suffused her cheeks as she wriggled loose.. and took several faltering steps back " You cannot just ... do whatever you want.. whenever.. Maahes.. there has to be.. space.. " she drew a line around herself in the air like a box.. " I still have to make sure She knows that I never.. ever.. want to be with you.. " she looked at him then.. " not that your unattractive.. but your Her Husband.. and " she was stammering like and idiot " you can't just hug and kiss me.. anymore.. you are hers" this wasn't right.. where had her normal manners gone.. out the window.. " I love her with my whole heart.. and if I can help it I won't let her think ... ever.. that ... we... ever. " quite the conversationalist wasn't she.. " or will again... ever.. " she held her hand out as if stalling him from coming any closer... and smoothed her skirts.. regaining her composure.. before looking at him again " I'm.. very well thank you... who broke that vase?"

Nic: His arm slid around Jayne hip to give a gentle squeeze, fatherly like before he released her. He didn't need help to get into the other room but when he did return, he wasn't sure he wanted to be there. He could not see the two of them, still shadows in the darkness but a hand came out, brushed the back of the General and then withdrew with a mumbled apology as he worked himself around the man. He couldn't help the grin that passed his lips at Shaden...conversation and damn it, he could just see her doing something to imitate the word space in action with her hands. "The one with the blonde hair.."He spoke before realizing that he had seen...yes seen a flash of blonde hair. He gave a shake of his head, as if disbelieving it. Blinking, he peered at the shadowed lines. No..no color now..what..The rose upon the bookshelf caught a ray of sun, sending a splash of colorful rays across the room. Across the eyes of the knight and he blinked several times as the colors invaded his vision and then faded to darkness, shadows once more.

Maahes: His heart broke in his chest, and the pain shot through him to quickly paint his face with grief. His lips fell into a frown like a puppy who had been hit in the face. He felt the slap of reality across his own. For a good long he bore into her gaze with his own, anger and the frustration that the reality of it was they did sleep together. He was just so sure they didn't. Maahes wanted to tell her so badly she didn't care even if they had, she knew better then to think anything else other then the wine would have fueled that fire. "A girl." Would be all that left his lips, and he ran his palms over his arms to chase away the chills that remained where her touch had been. A sickness that was long gone only returned when the feeling of unwant came forth. Pretending to be interested in something else Maahes moved upstairs to gather his gear for the day's work, "Nic when are you going to join my army?" He called as he pulled his shirt over his head and started to do up the many belts that held each weapon. Turning to face Shaden he pulled his overcoat on and motioned with a nod to her head, "That kiss, you can give it to my wife. She'll want it. Tell her I will be home for lunch." Since he skipped breakfast.

Shaden : "Jayne are you alright ?" she was speaking to the girl but she.. was watching Maahes... his face was so hurt.. she wanted to reach out to him to comfort him.. to tell him...to tell him " Maahes wait... I ... I need to tell you I wanted to tell you and Ealora together... " she moved toward him stepping over the threshold of their room.. and standing in the doorway framed in... it.. like a child.. waiting for permission... " I know... what happened... we we were drugged... an herb.....and then.. we were put into bed.. to look.. like we... were... lovers... I have proof... " glacial green hues... " I want to show.. tell Ealora.. so she knows... nothing happened... " her hands fidgeted with each other.. hoping he would be as relived as she was... " but she's with the Healer now... can you please.. wait till she's done ?"

Jayne: "I'm sorry Madame... " she began and was forgotten as the Mistress passed by her.. following the huge man.. she sighed and finished cleaning up the mess.. giving Nic odd glances.. as he seemed to be looking for something.. " Are you missing something Sir Stryker?" yes she called him Sir.. cause that is what Madame called him so she would too.

Nic: His head turned left and then right. Trying to find the source that had brought about color. Unable to find it. His head turned again. This time the room had gone tense. He could not see the General but he felt it, from his direction until it eased. He heard the tremor of boots followed by the pat of Shaden shoes in pursuit and knew that they both were gone. So alone he stood in the middle of the room till Jayne spoke and his head turned in the direction of her voice. "I was...but its lost again, no worried little lambkin."A smile curved at his lips. "It was an accident, your mistress will know that. Please call me Stryker..or Nic.. if you prefer."

Avery Thorn: The door to the library creaked open. Avery was the first to exit, a smile turning her lips as she stopped in the doorway to turn to the woman inside. "Come see me next week...or send someone for me. If you need me in the meantime, I am but a letter away. I'll come as quick as I am able. Take care of yourself...and your sister." A glance around from the one blue eye and one gray saw that only Nic and a girl was left. She could see herself out and so she did.

Ealora: Ealora moved much slower then the Healer out of the Library only to find Maahes and Shaden gone. Where the devil were they now? Heaving a sigh, she turned a look to Nic and then Jayne. Well damn it what was she supposed to say? "I'll..hmmm" Never mind, she didn't want to intrude on Gerda kitchen...moving to a seat within the great room, she slowly fell into it. With the presence of the girl she wasn't going to ask any questions. Did everyone in the household know he was blind? She didn't know, so better not to ask.

Maahes: He stilled in his steps hands roaming over the frame of the bed to only then turn to look at her,he was so quiet for what seemed to be so long before his hands came together before him, "Shaden..you don't have to tell her. We know. " A few careful steps were taken forward, and he tilted his head forward lightly, "She loves me, forgave me. To tell her it wasn't true would be wasting your breath." His hand came to lift her chin whether she wanted him to touch her or not. "This has been a blessing..in a strange way, but it has brought us closer. She trusts me even more, to tell her the truth would be telling her something she already knew." Suited up and ready his armor added another 30 pounds to him, but still he offered her his arm, "Come see me out...woah..Why is she with a healer? What healer?" Z-SNAP Better not be that same 'healer' Shaden has been seeing... fruitloop!

Shaden: " But I want her to know the truth... all of it.. and you too.. I know you think.. that we.. but we didn't... I swear Maahes I've had sex enough to know when I've had sex and we Didn’t'.. " her voice had raised to almost that panicked I've got somthing to say and your not listening sound.. sorta like.. that really irritating scratchy nail on a blackboard sound.. " I have proof.. I have some of the drug.. I know.. who... and why... it was done " why wasn't he listening to her..?

Maahes: He turned to face her again touching lightly her hand. "I couldn't have..not..because.. you are not attractive, Shaden if Ealora and I.." Ok no let's not say that, "You are beautiful, I just love her. I wouldn't." His eyes darkened to search out her own, "Who? Why? Though I have my feeling.." Dead man walking. "Plus I would think I would remember something like that..no matter how drunk."

Shaden : " I understand Maahes I feel the same way.. you are my brother.. and I will never look at you as if you were anything like a lover... you are my family" so much better than just blurting out.. I wouldn't be with you.. he had so much to learn about being polite.. she almost rolled her eyes... " It was.. for the bounty.. they needed the money... for their ship...repairs.. and crew... to leave Skye... so we were drugged.. and made to look as if.. and.. then she would leave.. they knew.. she would never leave.. unless she thought we had betrayed her..." she looked uncomfortable now.. " But.. if what they say is true.. then.. they changed their minds and ended up.. helping to save her.. in the end... " she looked at him for some sort of conformation... " I just want this over.. and want her back.. not hating me " tears fell over her cheeks then.. she hated.. absolutely hated the distance between her and Ealora now .

Ealora: Her fingers drummed over the armrest of the chair. Waiting. Going over what the healer had said in her head. The minutes seemed to pass by like hours and she huffed in frustration as she lifted out of the chair. "Excuse me..Nic.."she uttered softly to the man before she was moving out of the Great Room to search for her sister and her husband. "Maahes? Shaden? Where are you?"She called down the hall and then again up the stairs as she headed up them.

Maahes: Nothing could be said that would fix anything, and his jaw tightened until his teeth were grinding together. He could hear them all moving in the other room, but Maahes could go no where. Her tears broke through the rock hard surface of the exterior only so he could wrap his arms around her and hold her while she cried. Slowly he would rock back and forth in a sad attempt to calm her, but damn it he was pissed. Ealora could be seen coming up the hall way and he motioned her foreword. Letting his hand then fall to Shaden's shoulder he turned her slowly and as gentle as he could to face Ealora. "Tell her what you just told me.." God he could barely see straight the anger was dwelling.

Shaden : " We were drugged " she sniffled and faced her sister.. " and they made it look like we were lovers.. cause they.. knew that was the only way to get " hiccups and sniffle " you to leave... Skye.. and Maahes.. were you would be vun.. vunerable " hiccup.. ragged intake of breath.. as her hands wiped childishly at her tears.. " We didn't.. Ealora.. we didn't betray you... we were all set up... " her heart and soul was broken.. open for them both to see.." They needed the money... from the bounty... for their ship.." again she sniffled looking back at Maahes.. " It was Peregrin.. and Jean.. they were working for... the one who put the bounty out on you "...

Ealora: This was just a houseful of vulnerable sobbing women. Yep get used to it gentleman. She stopped a few feet short of them both. Slender arms crossed over her chest as she waited. Her head tilted as she listened and then finally it seemed to click on her mind, her head raising from its lean. I drugged your husband. She finally understood and knew exactly who it was before Shaden even said their names. Fire lit in her eyes as her fingers dug into the palms of her hands. Inhaling a deep breath, she let her lids fall closed, willing her body to relax and she moved forward as her lids slid open again. Reaching out, she pulled Shaden into a tight hug. Nuzzling her face into her sisters hair. "I know..Shaden. Somehow I all ready knew before you said anything. My heart knew. Everything is falling into place now..even...if it had...happened..do you really think I would let the two people I love most in the world...go..I couldn't. Maahes is my soul.."Her head and eyes rose to meet Maahes stare. He looked like he was the devil about to pour a rain of fire down on the two men. "I can not live without my soul..and you my sister, are my heart. I can not live without that either. You and Maahes, are my heart..You've always been my heart. It just took me a damned long time to find it again...to find you both." She pulled back from hugging her, to stare her sister in the eye. "They aren't wholly to blame..the darkness...that put my crimes to paper...is the one to blame, and he paid for his crime. He is dead.."She swallowed a hard lump within her throat. It was still hard to believe her brother had been the cause of all of it, the cause of all three of their turmoil. All because of her. The guilt was so strong but the rage was stronger. "You know the code I live by...they may of been acting under different orders, but they still did it. I am going to make them pay for what they did...to us..to our family."

Maahes: Maahes wrapped his arms around them both, pulling each one against his chest and first pressing a kiss to Shaden's hair then Ealora's. "No..let them leave." Was he sick? He whispered against the top of her hair and continued to hold them both. "If we act out then they will only act in return..when does it stop Ealora?" Desperation set in, deeply as he felt himself unable to fight over this any longer. "We'll never have any peace..I want to be snowed in. I don't want to worry about you getting killed. "I didn't tell you this because I couldn't. I would have been too late had it not been for them. I was on the beach when the arrow fired upon the executioner. He would have killed you. For that I owe him. I could see it was that fool in the treetops who fired the shot, and made me able to get to you." This man was on the verge of breaking and it clearly showed across stress lines that were starting to fade. "Children Ealora..our home..family. Your sister's peace..our peace. That's what I want. All my life everything has been a fight, ever since I was born..Peace..I want peace."

Shaden : She was enfolded in his embrace and for once didn't fight.. still staring at her sister... " I love you... I've been.. sick thinking you would hate me forever.." her arms enfolded her sister pulling her tightly against her... " I never ever wanted to hurt you " she sobbed more..as Maahes begin to speak softly she didn't' hear any of it.. just cried like a big old blubbering idiot .. she had her sister back and that was what mattered.

Ealora: One arm wrapped around her husband, the other around her sister. Lids slide closed again as she hugged them both, pulling the three of them together tightly. She inhaled a deep breath again, this time holding it as he spoke until she finally released it a rush. "You're right.."The healers words began to ring in her head as she spoke. "If we attack, they attack and it will never end. I am...glad they intervened, glad they did so because you would of been to late and..I don't want to leave this world..not yet at least. I don't want to leave either of you." Her arm released Shaden, though she knew the woman not go far. "I love you too Shaden..I know you never wanted to hurt me, it is not your fault, you are not to blame. None of us..let us put this behind us.."She paused as she wiggled from Maahes grasp if only to stand slightly in front of him but still turned to look at this them. "Let me be the first to break the fight...to bring the peace.."What was she talking about? She had gone crazy right? Taking Maahes hand into her own, she raised his knuckles to her lips, brushing a soft kiss against them before she was lowering his hand as she spoke a grin spreading across her lips"awladi" and pressed his hand against her stomach, covering it with her own. Did he understand what she was trying to say?

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Maahes: Despite the snow they still soldiered on the arena nearly clean of the icy cold and filled with the footsteps of a soldier. The cries rose up around the arena as the men trained, of course being pushed to their all. "Look him in the eye." Maahes barked jerking a shoulder back to signal to whom he spoke, and the soldier raised his eyes to his opposite. "Don't ever look away. Feel." Use the Force, Luke. Distracted today the news had shattered his desire to train, but the will was still present. With each laughter or little voice of a child outside the gates Maahes turned to catch eye of the many children who watched their fathers or searched for a role model to follow. A small curl of his lips as the little hands curled around the bars and watched with wide eyes. "You know M'lord, she will not know until her cycle has passed." One of his soldiers touched the shoulder of the Beast and Maahes turned his attention to the man. "No, we switched positions.." Maahes met the eyes of the man with all the serious nature written upon his face. "Four times in one night to get it right." The soldier chuckled deeply at the Giant, knowing full well he meant every word. "My wife likes it when I.." The man confessed a position that had even Maahes's eyes wide, but of course he was quickly putting it to memory. Such talk on the battlefield! "Do that and then when you and she.." Maahes even offered the steps with his hands, and the man gave a nod. "I have never thought of that." With his eyes dead forward and engulfed in the training before him Maahes never let his eyes fall from the men but his words left in a raspy deep sound, "She will not forget it." Instantly the soldier was brought to silence amazed that such an animal on the field was perhaps in the bed as well. "No wonder you keep that one entertained, but for how long?" The aged eyes of the man passed back to his General, and Maahes turned to meet him, "What are you saying?" The man instantly held up his hands as he took a step back, "Nothing M'lord just that women with beauty as that are not often loyal. She's a pirate sir, wants the glory and riches do you think a housewife is fitting of her?" Maahes let his shoulders fall..was everyone against them? "You do not think she is happy where she is?" The man just gave a frown and as his name was called he let the Beast return to his work, but Maahes could no longer focus. ( He froze where he stood, "Enough!" Barking the order he waved them in as the day's training was over. Clean..home..food...wife. In that order too.

Ealora: With the falling of the snow. There was no way she wanted to return to Red Wall in the cold. Just another day, besides, she had just made up with her sister right? Give the girls one more day to spend time together. It was actually quite interesting to see her working with the girls. Giving them directions afor the life they would embark on. Ealora had never judged Shaden her profession, never saw her for more then the woman she was so why should the girls get any different treatment? She didn't just stare at them for hours. She went through the books in the library, helped Gerda clean up the house, especially the room her and Maahes shared. Why leave all the work to the woman? It made her wonder though, perhaps she was being to harsh on Agatha, yes she needed to do more around their own home. Give the woman a break. Exhaustion had her retiring to the Great Room by midday, curled up into a chair with a blanket around her legs to ward off the cold and a book on her lap. Sleeping Beauty, an interesting tale. Good and evil in the never ending battle to see who would win. Naturally good would need to win in the end but the tale to get there. Quite interesting. With a cup of tea and some toast at her side, she flipped the page, her eyes scanning the words and yet she had stopped taking them in as her thoughts shifted away from the book.

Shaden : Shaden had done her usual things.. lessons for the girls.. working on the ledgers, and then upstairs working in the small room adjacent her own.. now that the suite was finished the workers were painting the nursery.. were soon the hanging cradle that Nic had gifted her with would be installed.. for a while she made sure that the color was just right.. everything in place.. fussing over every little detail.. soon enough they ran her out. they would never finish if she kept HELPING... Down the stairs she came in a huff of being told to leave.. in her own home.. lips pulled into a pout as she spotted Ealora... a bright smile broke out over her face chasing away her temper.. " Well well looks like someone else can join me in being fat soon.. Avery says she wants me to gain weight can you believe that ?" she snorted and landed on the sofa beside her sister.. with a mock pout


Ealora: Celadon eyes lifted as Shaden came huffing and puffing down the stairs in a temper. Closing the book, she set it beside the tea cup and let out a laugh as she moved in to hug onto her sister. Yes the woman had lost it but she was truly and utterly happy. "Oh I think it'll be a few months more before I start showing as you do.."She placed a ginger kiss against her sisters cheek before releasing her. "Well she is the healer..Besides, a little fat never hurt a woman. Look at how Maahes tries to force fed every women he thinks is skinny."The grin spread across her lips and she let out a laugh. Her poor husband, he just hadn't seem to get it and rather then to delay him more, and seeing the anger burning in his eyes, she had told him to go train, they would talk later. Now with the stars within the night sky practically a day later and she still hadn't completely explained but he needed to train. There was the threat of war after winter, he needed it, the men needed it but now...she wouldn't be joining him in battle. She didn't like it but..she couldn't well go into battle in her condition. No person would allow it. Her cheek was worried between her teeth in frustration before she let out a sigh and patted at Shaden thigh, as if that would dismiss everything. "Hey, lets go shopping!" She offered, yep the woman had gone insane, she wanted to shop? Crazy hormonal woman.

Jean Claude: Fall, fall away snow drift not down the plains of farms vow. The sun sank behind the wisps of trees now somber and bare. Naked against the horizon their branches clawed at the dawning stars of the dawning night. A thin bony back was still curled against the frame of the ship, the inward slanted walls creating a perfect bed for a slumber too deep to truly feel the joys of a dream. Yet endless night eyes opened with reluctant pull as he wished to return to the visions behind closed eyes. "Je placerai la lune dans vos yeux..." He breathed in the words with the first breath of the night.

Shaden : "shopping? Now.. its dark outside.. most of the shops are closed.. and it's.. cold... freezing... " she looked at Ealora with mock suspicion... and then smiled.. " we'll take the carriage.. I know a few places that are still open and there is this one place that has the sweetest baby clothes.. oh yes she knew.. had since she saw Ealora patting her flat belly and looking all gooey eyed.. took one to know one.. and they were twin souls after all " I'll get some blankets for the carriage.. and some woolen cloaks.. " she was up and dashing about calling for one of the maids to tell the stable master to hitch up the carriage...

Ealora: Her face twisted, cold...freezing. Ok maybe it wasn't sure a good idea. Her head turned to look out the window. Oh it was dark wasn't it? She let out a laugh though as she rose from the couch, turning her attention back to Shaden. "Baby clothes.. all ready? I thought that came after.."Truly she had never been able to truly enjoy her pregnancy with Issa, she had always known she wouldn't keep him. She had been as any mother would be. Happily content in carrying a child within them, feeling each more, each kick and the bliss with such things that no man could really understand, not really. How it had broken her heart to keep away from buying things for the baby. To turn down offers of clothing, items. Lying, saying she all ready had them because she wasn't to keep him. It wasn't to be. He had always been her son because he was born of her body but not the joy of purchasing, of expecting and knowing you would watch your flesh and blood grow. Raising her eyes again, she found Shaden gone, dashing about to get the blankets for the carriage, calling for it to be hitched and cloaks for them. A smile curled her lips again as she followed after her sister. This...was going to be a new and interesting experience for her. For them both.*

Shaden : "Yes.. once the baby comes you won't want to do anything but hold it.. and it has to have clothes.. " she grinned teasingly as the door opened and the coachman came in "

Albert`: Ladies I really do protest... it's to cold.. and there are postings up everywhere.. that Ladies should not be out at dark.. it hints at great danger.. I cannot protest enough Madame. Aramoire " he bowed uncomfortably as the look in her eye pretty much told him they were going out

Shaden : "really we will be with you in a carriage.. what harm could come of us.. just to a few shops is all.. we've been cooped up all day " her smile was cajoling.. she really could wind most any man about her finger.. " I need to get things for the Baby" she patted the gentle curve of her belly.. and gave him that endearing inescapable smile that ultimately would lead to her getting her way " We have blankets aplenty and promise to be very good passengers" a nod and it was settled.. as she moved to wrap her cloak about her tossing another to Ealora with a conspiratorial smile.. " Come on.. I'll teach you how to shop properly"

Ealora: She opened her mouth to suggest that Nic come with them then stopped. The man was blind, how was he to protect them should trouble come up any way’s. Besides, she had bark and bite still. The cloak was wrapped around her shoulders with a laugh. Shaden could talk the devil out of throne if she wanted it, of that Ealora was sure. Clasping the edge of the carriage, she pulled herself up and in besides her sister. Quickly pulling a blanket around her. Damnable cold weather. The snow was beautiful...even at night but it just made everything so cold! "There is a proper way to shop?" Yes the pirate queen was quite serious in her question.

Albert: "There is evil about ladies," The carriage driver said with a sigh. "A woman was found dead fluids gushing from her parts. She'd been raped and beaten. Tis the second night.." He spoke so casually as they drove along. Though with the doors closed how were they to hear? "Strange markin's on her body. Stars upside down x's. Witchcraft I tell ya! Used her body for some sacrifice..though the first is the real questioning one." The man just continued on whether they were listening or not. "Her head had been removed completely replaced with a stag..so odd. She'd been raped too." The man gave a nod as they pulled into town, "Here we are girls, I'll be here when you are finished."


Shaden : " Albert` " she chided softly as the footman opened the coach " Such tales.. I'm sure it was greatly exaggerated.. it tends to be the way of rumors about these parts.. gossiping fish wives I tell you spread less muck " she chuckled and waited for her sister to alight from the carriage.. The snow had been piled in drifts away from boarded walkways near the shops.. and lanterns cast a rosy glow over a few that braved the early eve darkness.. " Come this one is my favorite fabric shop " she took her sisters hand pulling her into the warmth of the cozy shop.. bolts upon bolts of fabric in every hue and shade of the rainbow.. some exotic with a touch of gold or hint of silver running threw it's weave.. it was like being in a sultans bazaar.. wondrous.. already Shaden's eyes were roaming the stacks of fabric with practiced eyes.. hands lovingly caressing feeling for the tactile pleasure.. silk, satin, brocade.. velvet to each a new sensation.. she was lost to the sight of her sister soon, down the rows of imported and domestic offerings.

Ealora: A girl drained of blood...raped..witchcraft. She shuddered in the thought. Who would do such a thing? Had Kael been alive, he probably would have and would of been blaming her for it. The thought that her brother had been the darkness to hunt her was still to new. Just still to strange. Still to..odd to think this darkness was once her brother..and dead. Lifting her head from her thoughts to have her hand being tugged. Another smile curved her lips as she tossed the blanket off her lap and climbed out of the carriage. "Fabric shop? Shaden, I don't sew"She protested as she was pulled into the shop. Her further protests lost on her lips at the beautiful display of colors and patterns of the fabrics, wrapped into bolts along the wall. She moved towards a tan fabric with gold weave and pulled a sleeve of it away from the bolt to look over the plain yet eye catching design. Her thoughts drifting again, this time to a little boy with eyes like her own yet the skin and shape of his father. Clothed in the fabric she held, running about his father within the a tunic of the same shirt and her lips pulled into the most silly of grins as her fingers moved against the flat surface of her stomach.


Jean Claude: The door would not chime with the entrance of another, bells silenced by the stealth manner God had graced fancy Italian leather boots with. To his thighs they went just above his knee and the fabric of his pants fitting well inside . Every lace and frill exposed from the edge of his face to dote on his wrists exposed from under the black coat. Porcelain ivory skin flawless ageless glowed with the light of the candles placed around the room to fill every shadow, but cast light over the fabrics. Jean-Claude would not need to follow his eyes nor his ears to where the lady courtesan wound stand, but follow the dreams that were being lived as she thought of her child..fabric for the ages. "Idle hands to take up the needle, and what would you sew?" In other words, what was it she planned? His voice was like the winter breeze, cold yet beautiful like bells chiming in the church yard. Enchanting, this man for the woman who cast the spell. Endless night eyes would pass to the woman just out of reach, the Pirate Queen. Good to see her out.


Shaden: She laughed hearing her sisters confession about not sewing " Then we will teach you.. or hire you a seamstress.. there are just to many glorious fabrics to not..buy something " she quieted examining a bolt of soft blue linen.. it was perfect for a child.. boy or girl.. to her face it was lifted to press against her cheek reveling in it's softness just as Jean Claude spoke.. it was if he read her mind.. his question crafted well... she jumped the bolt of fabric sliding from the shelf.. and thudding onto the floor.. whirling about her hand flying to her heart.. visions of the beast of Albert`'s tales in the shadows.. a little squeal.. and then a chuckled of embarrassment as she saw it was only Jean.. " Jean... you about frightened me to death.. " she fanned her face still laughing.. " All this talk of murder's and witchcraft.. It must have gone to my head " she bent to retrieve the bolt of fabric from the floor at her feet.. " Please forgive me I usually do not startle so.. " she straightened and blushed softly.. then looked around.. then back at him curiously " Were you already here.. I didn't hear the bell?"

Ealora: Ealora rolled her eyes at the comment about teaching her to sew. Agatha had said that..to have Shaden teach her. She just wasn't handle with a needle and thread unless it was skin she was stitching up. Dropping the fabric, she moved down the line, fingers brushing along the fabrics, testing each one for the feel of it although she had no idea what she was doing. Oh God, she had no idea what she was doing. She didn't know how to be a mother! Her face paled with the thought and she gripped onto a bolt of fabric, not really looking at it as her head spun sudden, threatening to pull her off her feet. The only thing that kept her upright was the sudden thud of a bolt of cloth hitting the floor. Jerking her head upward, she peered around the corner. Where had Shaden gone?"Shaden..are you all right?"She let go of the cloth to move in her sisters direction. Stopping when she saw JC. Her jaw tightened, fire lit within her eyes. She felt the uncontrollable rage to rip his throat out. "I'm going to go outside.."She forced a smile on her lips before turning and moving down the rows of fabrics, the bells jingling as she moved out into the cold air to cool her temper.

Jean Claude: A man of his height often had to dip his head to catch the eye of the woman who held captive his heart, and as he caught her eye he smiled with her laughter. Thin lips a blush in color parted with her laughter to cast just enough of his own to fill the room for a moment stilling with the sound of the Pirate Queen. "No, perhaps it has broken." Meaning the bell, but with the sound of the door opening with the rush of the fires of hell the bell rang loud and clear and as it shut once again would it cry out. "Mm, I can see how well her and her husband match." He spoke as his hands folded behind back. Turning upon his heel to face her again, black strands of ebony silk rushed over one shoulder spilling down his chest, "How are you feeling today? Here.." He bent to take the bolt of fabric from her, "allow me." The woman behind the desk eyed the man as he moved to purchase the fabric, and her eyes danced with desire over his face and down the long lines of his body. "How many yards?" Jean-Claude would turn to Shaden and raise finely shaped brows to wait her answer.

Wolven Man: Outside a pack of wolves stood around a fire lit inside a pit upon the street corner. The Lantern had been removed to start the flame, but the unjust manner of what they were burning to keep warm was the true crime. Books of finely hand crafted pen and ink; the many years hard work of the monks lost in the fire to keep warm. Sneers and gruff voices passed to the next as well a bottle of ale. The men in tattered clothes had eyes of bloodshot red, and as they spoke back and forth one would raise his crazed mad gaze to Ealora. "Look boys." There were about 5 of them, all gawking now at the Pirate Queen. Their half gloved hands still over the fire soon fell to the weapons at their sides. Ropes, knives to name a few all were under the mounds of fabric that fell over their body as protection from the wind. One man in his drunken state called out to Ealora by whistling his desire true to the tone. "Come here pretty kitty." He motioned to the fire, " Come get warm." "We'll warm you." Another whispered under his breath and they all cackled like a pack of wild dogs in the forest's edge.

Shaden: "odd " she watched Ealora leave.. and felt a pang of guilt... her eyes turning back to him " I told them... what happened.. I'm afraid they are not your biggest fans at the moment.. but... they have pledged no retaliation.. They only want peace.. and an end to this..." she smiled as he lifted the bolt.. without thinking she smoothed the shoulders of his coat... and brushed his hair back when he rose.. a soft delicate warm sweep of her hand against his neck... " I'm well.. " the same hand drifted to her belly.. softly " The healer Thorn said there should be no complications from the herb.. in such a small dose.." her smile was enough to let him know she had put it behind her.. what a forgiving soul... how tender could one woman be...? She almost laughed as the shopkeeper was blatant about her appraisal of him.. " it seems you have an admirer... " a slight nudge of her hip to his thigh... " about three yards.. I want to stat a layette " her words carried to the woman ears.. let her think Jean was the father.... he was just one in the rumored line of suspects...

Ealora: Lids fell closed as she sucked in a breath, her lungs aching against the temperature of the breath. She released it with a sigh once the ache became to much to bear and let her lids open at the whistle in her direction. "What the hell do you think your doing?" She ignored the calls seeing the books they were burning. Her lips pulling back into a frown. "Stop burning books!" She growled in their direction. Someone's hard work lost to flames. She pulled a few coins from the bag attached at the belt around her hips and tossed them into the street towards the men. "Here, go inside and drown your sorrows with drink.." Her chin dipped, celadon eyes still ablaze with fire, warning them not to come near her.

Wolven man: They went silent and sneered, but it was one man whose brown tresses were tucked back in a strand of what was once a woman's dress. "You think we need your coin?" His masculine frame was massive even under the mounds of fabric. He had the look of a wild animal over him, hair falling loose from the hold in strands and the scent of the woods raising from him. The man stalked forward slowly with an out reached hand, but it was the rest that flanked her. "If I wanted your coins I would take them." The fire cast dark shadows across the walls and soon loomed to become a nightmare as they closed in around her. "Are you alone kitty?" The man asked with a cant of his head, green eyes burning into her own.

Jean Claude: "Then she has every right to be angry. I do not ask their forgiveness, but for her to know I would do what I must to correct it." Shaden's hands worked over his body in ways a wife would, and now it was his turn to dream. For an instant it was the courtesan and he only in the room, until her bump brought him back to reality. "Hmm?" Snapping back from his imagination he turned to the woman and gave a polite bow as she wrapped the fabric up in the paper. "A fine choice in fabric for.." His pale lips stilled and darkened night eyes passed to the door. Orbs of navy darkened to black, even bleeding out into the whites; or so it seemed. Ghostly lines of his face carved away at his flesh, and what little color their was ran dry. "I do not want to interrupt your shopping, Lady Aramoire please continue. I just..I would like some air." A perfectly fluid bow would follow his hand over his heart, but instantly the shadow of a man moved out into the night--where he belonged. Down the line of the streets the fire burned, and the shadows of the men grew smaller as they were trying to herd Ealora into the alley. Such a pretty kitty you are..Their voices rang one by one whether they were spoken or not. He could sense their desires running their bodies for the woman before him, and he had no question as to why; Ealora was beautiful but she was also spoken for and this would be against her will. Otherwise, who was he to judge hunters on the move for their kill. "It seems the hour grows late." He called out over the men and instantly their heads turned to face him. "The moon is rising beyond the treelines..Come.."A pale almost ghostly hand rose out, the bony slender fingers exposed for Ealora, "Come, mon cher..We must return." Had he gone crazy? One against 5? The odds were in his favor but not a soul would ever know. Please take my hand.

Shaden : " Jean... what's wrong ?" she sensed the change in him as it happened.. like a foul breeze of coldest winter and like that he had bowed and was out the door.. grasping the package she followed closely behind... running out into the street, her cloak fluttering like a banner.. in the white darkness the snow afforded the shadowy street... " Jean.... Ealora.... " she turned in the street.. looking about.. where had the carriage gone...? Shadows moved about and the flickering of flames from down the street.. shadowy figures... and her heart began to thud... " Ealora......" her voice raised... to a fevered pitch... Maahes was going to kill them .... " Ealora?"

Ealora: The double Sai's were pulled from their rest behind the cloak on her belt. The woman was never without them when she went out. Duh! As the party advanced, she stepped back, over and over as she was herded towards the alley. What was she cattle? "what makes you think I need protection?" Five against one, the odds were NOT in her favor but then when had Ealora ever backed from a fight? Her foot slid back, she was posed to attack when Jean voice flowed through the shadows of the men surrounding her. Her head jerked to catch the face of the voice. With a quick jerk, the cloak was pulled back, the Sai's safely tucked away as she moved past the men. Glaring fire in their direction as she reached for his outstretched hand. Ok she would take assistance now but only because of her condition. Maahes was going to kill her if...something happened to her. Shaden voice rang out as her fingers touched Jean. "I'm.."She started to call out to her sister and stopped as the street suddenly seemed to be moving, swirling around her then closing in. Like a panther in a pounce of a victim the blackness seeped in. "here.."Her words dropped to a whisper, her fingers curling into Jean only to loosen as her eyes rolled upward, lids falling to kiss the tops of her cheeks as she sank towards the ground taken by shadow and the darkness of unconsciousness.

Jean Claude: Dark eyes bore into the man across from him and never once did they falter. A conversation of minds between a gentleman and a back of wolves. Who was the beauty and who the beast now? Ealora was caught, her body taken with all the grace and fluid motion of a dance or the exploration of seduction. The men in their tattered rags back away as Jean-Claude turned his back upon them. With one arm he held the woman against him, and the other to sweep behind the courtesan to corral her as well to the carriage. "Must be a family trait." He mused with a smile having replayed their first encounter over and over again. On the outside he was so calm, so relaxed compared to all the boiling rage and desire to tear those fools hearts from their chests. Yet, pull away the mask of a man and there was an animal inside. One that desired their blood just as much as they desired what was between the legs of each woman. "Come quickly I beg you get inside, see to her." He moved to speak with the driver, "Circle the city twice then take the east road to the Lily. I dare they to follow us that way."

Shaden : "She is with child " she spoke softly as his arm circled her waist.. pressing her toward the carriage.. she stepped back as he lay Ealora on one side of the carriage.. to give him room to maneuver her body.. before slipping inside... to her sister.. kneeling on the carriage floor soothing the pirate queen's forehead.. following Jeans directive " Ealora.. sweetie... wake up... " she crooned.. as he joined them inside... her eyes on her sister.. but her hand reached behind her.. to grasp his hand... tightly partly in thanks.. partly in needing comfort.. Maahes was going to kill them... for going out shopping at night .

Ealora: Eyelids fluttered as her body was shifted and moved about from the street to the carriage. The carriage rocked and swayed lulling her head back and forth and she gave a moan as she caught control of her bouncing head to blink at the darkness of the carriage. Lord of all the times to faint. Celadon eyes focused on Shaden and then Jean and then back again. A slender hand rose to grasp the hand soothing at her forehead, squeezing the fingers within her own grasp as she slowly moved to sit up. Embarrassment flush on her face, she was not a simpering woman who couldn't do anything to protect herself but she suddenly felt like it then felt guilty for feeling that way. She didn't need to ask what had happened. She knew. "Maahes is going to murder me.."She murmured quietly before eyes pressed to Jean. "He'll kill you if he sees you in this carriage with us..you shouldn't be here."Nice way to say thank you right?

Jean Claude: Pressing back against the cushions like some posed king on his throne he gave a cant of his head to the woman. "Rest..worry not of your husband. I will not be seen." But he was going no where until he watched them inside. His mind was lost in the memory of their thoughts. She would never need any reason to say thank you. In so many ways he owed her more then just this.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Ealora: As much as Ealora had been apt to shop even in the late hours. The carriage rolled into the courtyard of the Lily with Alber jumping from the high seat to open the door for the ladies within. Jean had said he would not be seen so she naturally assumed he was stay put till at the stables and then find his way out again. No purchases and thoroughly irritated at the way she had fainted, what would of happened had it happened as the men advanced? It had been very stupid to go out this late at night and now she completely understood it. The realization setting in, that it was no longer her own life she was putting on the line. Where Maahes knew her strength, trusted she knew how to take care of herself, she had their testament to their love within her. She stood upon the doorstep of the Lily for a long while, trapped within her own thoughts. With the realization of the healers words finally and completely sinking in. Lifting the latch, the door was pushed open a slit before she paused to notice the poster upon the door. Oh Shaden was not going to like her door dented in by nail to tack this up. Eyes scanned the notice and a frown pulled at her lips. Well damn it, this made going out tonight all the worse and what the hell was going on that women were warned not to go out at night. Pushing the door completely open. Shaden had opted to see to the carriage put up with Albert, the man promising to get her inside himself but Ealora figured it was to talk longer with Jean. She did want peace, it was why she didn't ring the mans neck within the carriage. Three times he had showed up to 'save her life' but that did not stall the fact that he had betrayed her family, hurt her sister and husband all for the sake of the money on her head. The cloak was slowly removed from her shoulders and placed upon a peg on the wall. "Gerda..? Gerda are you here? Is Maahes back yet?"She called into the empty hall. When no answer came, she figured the old woman had gone to bed

Maahes: In the Great room of the Lily a single candle was half gone as the evening had turned into the face of the night. Not a soul was up not even the beloved dog of the courtesan. It was a still sound that broke the silence, heavy deep breaths of a slumbering lion deep inside it's cave. Maahes was curled into the arms of the chair, his head back against the wings of the cushions and sound asleep. The day had been long, as clearly his face spoke for him with the bruises already deep and starting to change to black. They outlined one side of his face and ran the length of his arm. Long slices against his biceps told another story and the thin scratches though were not deep did break skin. Somebody had gotten rusty. Or was it he was simply over run with the news that all Maahes could think about was his wife and their child. There would be the answer tucked under the palm of his hand against the arm of the chair. A stitched lion with a man of the finest fleece died the deepest of brown, buttons for eyes and a sweet smile. Something to keep the child company on the nights it would be alone in it's crib..though their would be very few.

Ealora: Leaning against the frame of the great room. She could only smile in seeing her husband so peacefully in slumber. Exhausted no doubt but a frown itched at her lips at the black and blue marks dotting his body as well as the scratch marks. It worried her to no end. This was of the highest blessing they could ever receive from God, but how quickly would the winter months pass before he would need to be ready for battle? Was it long or was it a short time for him and his men to train for the coming war? Could he keep his head in the battle and not her and the baby? She had been so prepared to fight him should he insist she stay behind when the war finally came again, but now. She could not go even though she very much wanted to. His men would watch his back no doubt, as much as they watched their own, as much as he would watch theirs. But he was her world. His life meant more to her then her own, who better to protect his backside then her and now...she couldn't do it. Not on the battlefield. Carefully padding across the floor so she would not wake him, she knelt beside his sleeping form, brushing a hand down his cheek and over his lips as she did quite often. Loving the feel of his skin, his scruff, his lips against her fingertips. Her eyes catch the stuffed lion under his arm and she hummed in a small quiet chuckle before leaning her head downward, brushing her lips against his cheek as she whispered softly towards his ear. "Maahes..my love..I'm here.." The tip of her nose brushed against his neck and back up to his ear. "I've had confirmation tonight, we're going to have a baby.."Yes she had doubted the healer before, as this pregnancy was nothing like it had been with Issa. She had just assumed each one would be the same. How wrong she had been."Wake up my love.."

Maahes: "Mmmm." A deep sound rumbled from his chest rising with a deep breath that very part of his body heaved a deep sigh. Amber eyes opened with pale sorts of color mixing with the deep rich brown. "Where have you been?" Worried? Maahes? Never. At least he was clean, as to be expected the scent of his bath still lingering over the bronze tones. He strained his eyes to try and make out her frame in the candlelight. His hand rose that held tightly the doll and the stitched animal fell to the floor, but his wife was all that mattered in the moment. Reaching out he took hold her hips and pulled him against his frame settling her in the chair. A tight fit as it was not his own, but he was thankful. "I tried to stay awake." His features were long as his hand rose to palm against his face to try and chase away the remains of his slumber. "Have you eaten?"

Ealora: "Shaden and I went shopping..but I didn't purchase anything..its still new for me."A smile curled against her lips as she rocked back on her heels so he could get a better look at her. "You smell good. Thank the gods"She teased knowing he had had training with his men. Grasping the stuffed animal, she pulled it up to her chest just as she was hauled into his lap with a small squeal of delight. Tight fit nothing, she made it work as she wiggled and moved till she was draped just so over his lap , the stuffed animal laid within her lap before her arms curled about his neck. "It's all right love, you must of had a hard day. You look like you did..Did you get these tended to?" Fingers gestured to the bruises and the scratches, celadon eyes following each mark before moving back to his face. "No..well yes and no. I had toast earlier. I can not keep down much. The joys of pregnancy or so I am told.."Trust me, the healer had said. Hard to do such a thing when there was only a handful of people who had ever stood truly by her side. The rest, simply tried to destroy her life and kill. Normal right? A smile touched at her lips at the word pregnancy, for once she could enjoy it! A completely new experience on both ends.

Maahes: With a smile upon hers a grin chased his at the mention of the word. "How are you sure?" It was not that he doubted the healer, in fact he had felt himself inadequate having been intimate with his wife now for what 3 months? 4? His arms circled around her rubbing the chill of the outside away across her arms and down her back. "You must eat." He had not seen her sick, having been gone other then the few nights at Red Wall. "What can I do to make it right? To make you feel better?" His hand touched lightly down her her cheek fingers kissing lightly the warmth of her cheek. "I do not like it when you are not welder do not eat." He ignored her question if he had been tended too, they were clean weren't they?

Ealora: "Well, Avery made me realize I have not had my courses for about two now. I can't keep hardly anything down, I'm tired all the time..oh and I fainted outside the shop tonight for no apparent reason."Said so light heartedly as if it was any every day thing but did he ever know her to faint for no apparent reason? Granted, she was being advanced upon by men, but the faint had come after. She hummed in contentment as he chased the chill of the night from her body with his rubbing hands. It felt good to be warm again! and within his arms. How could she ever deny it was what she looked forward to every night. To be within his arms. "I was hesitant to believe her the other day but now I...just know..."Celadon eyes found the deep amber of his own. Is that crazy? Silently asked without the movement of her lips. If only he felt what she felt, just knowing. There was of course no movement of the baby, to small, to soon but she just...knew but if he felt it the way she did. Well she would know she was not crazy right? "I will eat, I am not feeling sick now but it will be trial and error Avery says, there is no way of knowing what foods I can keep down or which ones will make me sick. She says its natural, that all pregnancies are different. I suppose I have to trust her." Her face turned, cheek laying within the palm of his hand as his fingers kissed at her cheek. Hr ignored her question, she knew it but well..yes he was clean but that didn't mean his wounds were tended to properly. She'd have to look at them again when he was asleep. Stubborn man...and yes stubborn woman.

Maahes: "Do you trust her?" A strange desperation in his voice asked the question with a kind outreach of his fingers to trail her chin. "It is important to me to know you are safe within her hands. Would you trust her over Aislin?" He didn't, but Maahes learned long ago that there was no stopping this woman from getting what she wanted. "I want you to trust whom you place in care of our son or daughter." God there was nothing he desired more then the woman before him. "I want to make you and your sister comfortable. I want you comfortable..close to the healer. If she doesn't want to live with us, then we will live with her." End of story. "I'd like to hire you a midwife. A personal guard and anything else a woman needs to be..comfortable."

Ealora: "I trust her. She has taken good care of both Nic and Shaden. Besides, I do not know Aislin well. There was only that brief meeting months ago, before we were married when I hated you because I loved you."A smile stretched across her lips again. Reaching up, she grasped his hand within her own, pulling it away from her chin, curling her fingers into his own. "You want to pull Avery from her other patients? I am not the only pregnant woman in Skye Maahes..and to live with a healer..no...I want our baby to be born at Red Wall. Besides, there are people at Red wall who depend on us. We can not leave them behind, though they are capable of taking care of themselves. We are...their Lord and Lady Maahes, we have been since they settled on Red Wall soil. You said it yourself, winters in Skye are harsh and though I believe the huts will live up to the winter. We must do all we can for them. They had lost so much..I do not want them to want for anything. I promise you though, I will keep appointments with Avery and come into town for them to check on our baby's progress. When the time is right, I will hire a live in midwife closer to the birth of our child and guard as well. There is nothing I would love more then to have Shaden live with us during her pregnancy too but she has obligations here while we have ours there but I will see to it she does the same, appointments and a midwife...and an extra guard since Nic has lost his sight." She fell silent then as her fingers stroked over his own. "Maahes..."She started then stopped as her eyes found his again and held them."When the war comes..again. The Shadow Storm will follow you into battle.."Her free hand snaked from around his neck to press against his lips to still any protest. "Sam and Taylor will be leading the ship in my steed..I do not intend to endanger my life..or the life of our child..I intend to meet with Sam and Taylor tomorrow to discuss this with them. They will watch your back while I can not...because they know I love you but promise me. Please promise me you will return to us...return to me and our child."

Maahes "Our life is there, and if you wished it I would not leave..but I am part of this country. That land was given to me for my service." Curling his fingers around her own he kissed the back of her knuckles. "You will have no reason to worry Ealora, I am Maahes I will return after the defeat." cokey little S.O.B. wasn't he? "This habibi will be blessed you will see. Allah would not give me a child only to take me." His lips captured hers as she tried to still in his words, and he returned the kiss with a passionate tongue over delicate lips. "I promise you this."

Ealora: She sucked in a breath, moaned against his lips as she captured his face between her hands, returning passions kiss seeming to seal his promise in that kiss. Lips curled over his tongue, stroking all most suggestively before her mouth parted allowing her tongue to ease from within to dance against his own as her lips met his again. Thumbs stroked over the chiseled edges of his cheekbones as she held the tongue dancing kiss for only a moment before pulling away from him. "I want to be selfish, but my happiness in keeping you safely here with me would mean the army looses its best fighter, its General and I could not do that. I could not live with that shame of my selfishness. No you will go, and you promise me to return. I trust you my husband. My love, my heart, my soul." Her forehead leaned forehead, against his own as her arms curled around his neck again. "Maahes.."She breathed his name softly as a smile crept over her lips again. "We're going to have a baby.."She let out a laugh, yes it was truly sinking in now. His hand was placed against her stomach, her hand over it. "Awladi.."This had now become her favorite word of his language.

Maahes: "And we are going to have a baby right. You will learn to love this child, and not give him up." He knew Issa had not been a product of love, but of hate. He would not have his child start it's life with hate. He smiled deeply as she used his word and he squeezed tightly her hips. "Yes, that is correct." In that moment he let his head fall back with perfect bliss written over his brow. "Do you want a boy or girl?" Had he changed his mind? Maahes had been so sure they were to have a son. Had he dreamt of something else? Her little wiggle upon his lap would have them having another child if she were not careful. "This child is all I can think about. Look at me.." He raised his head to let her see his face. When had she ever known him to get struck sparring? His chin motioned to the rest of his arm, the tip of the wooden sword having left marks that were black. "I could not concentrate." He smiled again, letting his head fall back.

Ealora: "I was not set to have a child back then. Issa was never a burden but it was no life for a child on the seas. It did not mean I did not love Issa, it was because I loved him that I have him up, for a better life but now I am in a place where a child is a blessing. This is our child. A product of our love...I love our child all ready". Her head shifted, moving to his shoulder as she curled onto his lap. "I want our child...it does not matter if it is a boy or girl..I dreamt of our son..did I tell you that? I saw our son. Why do you ask? What have you seen beyond our son?"She knew about his dreams of their son. Was there anything they hid from each other? Probably not, nothing present at least. The past was gone. There was no need to linger on it. It didn't matter. Here...now..tomorrow...that mattered. Her head lifted to look at him as he instructed. Even hurt the way he was, she could not help but grin. Their child was all he could think about, that was plain by the marks from sparring but the grin slid from her face as she lifted a hand to stroke against his cheek. "Maahes..nothing pleases me more then to hear you say that, but you must put the baby from your mind in sparring, from the battle when it comes, your enemy is not going to understand nor care of your joy of fatherhood, your child."

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Shaden : In the Stable she alighted from the carriage.. the paper wrapped parcel in hand.. glacial green hues sweeping over the stalled horses.. and then to Albert... who unhitched the two piebald geldings.. and led them to their stalls.. turning she smiled at Jean... " I am forever in your debt for saving her... and seeing us home... " copper curls tilted to the side as she looked up at him with gratitude... " Of course I have yet to properly thank you for the gift either... it is beautiful " now the enchanting smile coupled with a blush.. that was sincere... nothing practiced or guileful about it at all.. '" I've never seen something so fine.. not even in the glass markets of Venice...it's extraordinary"

Jean Claude: A fine line had been chiseled in the mount of his jaw as the images of the night played over and over again. A murder was to be made tonight, for that he was sure. Deep navy eyes were lost in the midst of his thoughts until the hand Cher, you have been to Venice then? Such extraordinary perfection is it not?" Yes change the subject, anything to keep his mind of those men. "It will last you forever, a gift someday for your child, but let us stop there." He held his hand to still the moment and let it gracefully fall. "You should get out of the cold no?" Motioning for the door he kept himself grounded against the night knowing not to follow for a beast slept inside.

Maahes: "When the war comes closer I will, but for now let me live in this dream of holding our daughter? Or son?" No he had not dreamt past the one, but now knowing the child exists he was thrilled beyond means to have either. "

Shaden : "Oh... yes of course.. the cold " she looked disappointed.. as she clutched the paper wrapped package to her chest.. pulling the cloak tighter to her... " I should go inside your right... good evening " the look on her face was of part confusion, part disappointment and part embarrassment.. " I shall not keep you any longer.. Jean Claude " his full name.. icy... turning she moved past Albert` and the horses to the stable doors.. pushing out into the now soft falling snow.. cool air brushed cheeks that flamed.. the man couldn't' get away from her quick enough she was beginning to wonder if she suffered some cruel mark.. of plague.. perhaps he just sensed she was.. cursed.. it seemed no one was safe around her ... not even shopping for fabric!

Ealora: "How could I deny such a request"A grin spread across her lips as she leaned in to place a gentle kiss against his lips before she really did wiggle from his lap to stand. "I am hungry and am going to the kitchens to find something to eat, are you coming?"A slender brow arched upward as the grin retained its shape on her lips , the stuffed lion toy clutched to her chest as she turned and moved from the great room to the hall and disappearing back into the kitchens.

Jean Claude: "Mademoiselle Aramoire." His hand reached out and gently took hold the bend in her arm so that she was not to rush so quickly from him. He would follow suit with her feet lightly against the snow, the careful imprints of his boots a fine line beside her own. "Have you decided upon a name?" Casual and calm..no matter how it was put the question seemed so odd and out of place. Yet he saw within her eyes the hurt, and though he was not trying to get away from her, he simply wanted to make sure she knew of what he was concerned..The cold...her health. "If it is a boy will you name him after your father?" Casual conversation to walk a lady to the door, correct. He could blame the chill on the temperature of his hands, and when he tucked her hand within the fold of his arm he placed his icy fingers over her own.

Maahes: Tease. Raising from his chair he followed her like a lost dog as always, coming in behind her in the kitchen area and planting his hands upon her hips. Pulling her frame back against her own he kissed her neck. "You should let me cook for you, woman." His good eye moved over the kitchen as it was clean and just freshly finished for the evening. Oh well, at least he could cut her up some fresh vegetables of what could be the last of the harvest. Shaden wouldn't mind right? She would be welcome to take whatever she wanted at their home.

Shaden : " no.... no name " she stopped and turned to him confusion still rampant upon her features... " I never knew my real father... and the man that raised me.. does not deserve a namesake.." still bristly.. it seemed.. " I'm sure I decide closer to when the child arrives " to the portico they moved.. her hand now tucked in his arm.. she shivered at his touch and whispered in concerned softness " Your freezing.. you should come warm yourself inside " just like that her mood changed.. to caring over him.. her hands working over his to warm them as her gaze turned to the light beckoning from a flickering fire in the great room.

Ealora: A small squeal of delight left her lips as she was pulled back against him, the kiss pressed to her neck was met with a wide smile as she wiggled back against him before turning, pressing upward to place a gentle kiss against his lips. "For once I won't argue over who does the cooking. I want to see this.."A wide grin spread over her lips as she wiggled out of his grasp to settle herself against a stool and watch him work his magic. "You know, I was thinking of sending Sam and Taylor back to Red Wall to get the list from the ladies of the things needed and bring back the list and cart with them, this way we don't have to make two trips, and I can also shop for Yule gifts. I was also thinking of getting the families some things, perhaps the men new boots, the women a new dress or something and get each of the kids a toy. Not to mention the items they need to survive the winter." What was this, the pirate queen had come to care for the families upon their land? Indeed she had."We have crates of wine left over from the festival as well, so perhaps send each family a bottle of wine, and bake some bread and let that go with them along with the gifts for the yule season. What do you think?" Idly she curled and uncurled a kitchen towel around her hand.

Maahes: The fires under the brick furnace were still hot, hot enough to bring the small black pot belly cauldron to a boil as water spiced was filled inside. The oversized dagger was then removed from his case that ran the length of his spine. Slowly he would start to cut away at a few carrots, and dice a few potatoes. Who knew? Did she? The ice box was pulled back to see scraps left from the nights meal, and he would pull out the chunks of beef intended for the very meal he was making. As she spoke Maahes gave her a blank whatever you want kind of look, as really this was nothing he was interested in. It took him a moment to even realize she was done talking before he turned back to her. "You do as you wish, speak with Agatha. She can help you. I'm not very good at those things." A bit of flour was poured out over the space and slowly he would measure it into a cup and dump the contents in a bowl. Was he baking too? Time at the Briar Rose had done him well, but it was Avaria who was to blame. He very little spoke of his time there, or the trials that they went through, but then again Maahes didn't talk much of anything.

Jean Claude: "Poor circulation I fear my hands are always cold, beau s'est levé." He tightened the space between her arm and his ribs to help shield her hand from the chill. "But if you feel the hour is not late, I will gladly sit with you. If only to watch you fall asleep." Passing blue eyes in her direction the curl of his lips intimate as he caressed her face with his gaze. She was getting tired, the day had been long for this he could tell in the quick change of moods and the shift in her eyes. When had this woman stopped? Did she not rest well when she did? Or was she like him, and slept only as a chore too lonely to dream. "The stars in the night of winter are the most beautiful are they not..so clear and close." His head fell back to catch the night that shimmered much like the ground in the daylight with the thick blanket of snow. Reason number 1 he loved the winter so dearly the days were short and the night the earth.

Shaden : Her face took on a tender smile as he spoke of his malady of circulation.. and her fingers squeezed his a bit more... " I would enjoy the company if you have.. no where to be.. you seemed.. rather.. anxious to leave before..? Business?" curious kitten... careful.... glacial green hues followed his eyes upward to the heavens... and her face lit up.. star shine setting both eyes and hair with sparkly silver lights.. she seemed almost ethereal... " I have a project... that I have not shared with anyone yet... I think you may ... find it...interesting .. would you care.. to see?" her face in profile still gazing into the night sky... she awaited his answer...

Ealora: Leaning her elbows on the counter top, her arms crossed, fingers brushing the nap of her neck as her chin settled against her wrist. Celadon eyes swiveled left and right watching him move around with a small smile of amusement. Her husband could cook! who knew! Just was he cooking she wondered. Her head dipped to press her nose against her wrist, to stave off any smell that might upset her stomach though she did give a snort at the look he was giving her before he finally turned to answer her. Her eyes cast downward as her face contracted. Talk with Agatha? She sighed, give her a chance Ealora she told herself before she was watching him with the flour and the bowl. Just what in gods name was he doing? Just for amusement her lips curled as she teased. "Oh very well then, and if the roves need patching then I might as well get up there myself and do that to while I am there. Or the walls patched too." She had no intentions of getting on a roof in her condition but hey there was no saying she couldn't joke and give her husband a heart attack while she was at it. The towel curled around her fingers again, not used to not having her hands doing nothing all day long. Hey! Where was Shaden, the carriage should of been put away by now...

Jean Claude: "It is not that I was wanting to leave, but wanting you free from the cold." He whispered against the night sky as his breath clouded through the thin strands of his dark hair. The profile of her body gave his heart a race, but he did well to keep himself grounded. "Of course. I dare say there is nothing you find interesting dull. For this I am certain." The dark of night with the shine of stars was the vision set before inside eyes that seemed to mirror the heavens above. "To where are we to go?" A puppet on his strings as always it seemed, but at least this time he was performing for his own amusement and not that of another.

Maahes: Maahes had stopped listening to her as he stirred the soup, and the bit of bread was baking over the coals placed on the rack that acted as the oven. "Is there anything we can do to change the color of the child's skin?" He finally snapped from his daze, "I know we have gone over this, but not even if Aislin gave you some herbs?" Turning his face back to her he only let his gaze linger a moment before returning to her meal. "And when will she be here?" Yeah so it was a girl now.

Shaden : She smiled her hand squeezing his once more before she pulled him down the steps and threw the garden.. to a small what looked like.. observatory.. or conservatory.. down an overgrown path.. " I found it quite by accident.. it was neglected by the previous owner..." she swatted back some overhanging limbs till she reached the doorway.. it was.. what seemed to be a leaded glass incased gazebo.. of sorts.. the door creaked open as she pushed it with a bit of force.. rusty hinges.. and stepped in pulling him along with... once inside the rush of humid warmth.. was almost stifling.. opposed to the chilled air outside... within the center of the glass building.. lay a small tiled pool.. a natural hot spring feeding into it.. before it disappeared.. out a stone lined.. stream beneath the glass and outside... behind... " Its a miniature roman bath" she smiled softly... the moonlight giving it all the light they would need to observe it.. She had been taking time here and there to clean and move some wicker furniture.. pillows and such to it.. it was her own private project.. Her eyes turned up to him with question " What do you think?"

Elaora: She hummed a chuckle, he seemed to miss completely about her walking on roof tops. Oh Well, she wasn't going to push it. Letting her body lean to the side, her head lay against her arm, russet curls spilling across her backside. Still consumed in watching him. "Maahes, I know outsiders do not see you as..humanly, they call you savage because of your skin color..I may not be as dark skinned as you love, but I am just as savagely spoken of, because of my heritage and old profession...but to lighten our child's skin, even if we could which I do not think it is possible...will our child then think we are ashamed of our skin? Will they not see us as shamed because of our heritage. I do not think there is a way to do such a thing but even if there was. I do not want to lighten our child's skin. I am proud of you my husband, proud of ever mark of your body and color tone. Our child will know that pride and be able to stand up for themselves because we did so in the face of discrimination. She smiled as he looked at her. Yes the pirate queen wanted their child natural, in ever aspect and when she wanted something, she got it. They were of the same Storm. Uneasily swayed or bended in the direction they sought. Pulling in a deep breath, she held it for a minute before releasing it. "Several months now..wait...why do you call our child now a girl?"

Maahes: "It would be..nice." He smiled emptying the contents of the cauldron out into a bowl, and as well the bread. "Because of Daddy's girl. The phrase is very true." He smiled shyly afraid she might think him a fool for even going about the subject the way he did. "I'd like a Daddy's girl." Beam. Carefully he moved around the kitchen and let his eyes fall outside..was that Shaden? "What is your sister doing? And who is she with?" Squinting he tried to look across the yard as big brother never slept.

Jean Claude: "I think you have found a gold mine, ma petite What a treasure this will be upon tired bodies or round women." He clasped his hands behind his back and smiled at his little jest as he moved around the space. "If you are fond of the bath as I, then you would understand my calling this gold." Allowing one hand to brush away the dust from one window pane he gave a look out over the garden. "Live on a ship for months at a time, I dare say you'd pay well your worth gold for such a luxury." He gave a shiver and frowned at the thought of that pirate's ship and shook his head before returning night colored eyes to Shaden. "Such a great place to bring clients and service yourself no? I am sure Sir Stryker would amuse himself in here.." If he ever took baths!

Shaden : She chuckled softly " I spent my time aboard a ship.. and I bough a tub to take with me.." she moved around.. and looked up... " I will have the glassed ceiling cleaned.. so I can bath and watch the snow fall around me.. like I am in a snow globe" she stopped and looked at him " Your the first person I've shared this with... I've been keeping it my own little slice of heaven " two pillows were tossed down at the edge of the pool.. and before he could demure.. she was lifting her skirts.. and tossing off her shoes.. unsnapping garters and rolling down the silken hose.. settling on the pillow she dropped her legs in to the knees.. skirts bunched up as she swished her feet back and forth... " Join me..?" she gave him a playful smile.. " its very very nice.."

Ealora: "So now you wish a girl instead of a boy?"Asked with amusement tinted in a honey voice. Lifting up, she turned to watch his direction out the window before finally resolved that she could see nothing here. She lifted off the stool and moved to stand at his side peering through the panes of glass only in time to see Shaden disappearing into the brush surrounding..what the hell was that? She then remembered Jean Claude and pressed her lips together. Stepping back and turning, she slid the bowl and bread back to the stool before plopping down to eat. She was starving darn it. "I don't know what she is doing...this is her home Maahes, she can do as she pleases."Said with the oh so sweet voice so she did not sound like she was scolding him. "I imagine its Jean Claude, he found us in the fabric shop this evening..he caught me when I fainted and escorted us home since their were some scoundrels out in the street." Ah hell, she didn't have to go that detailed into it but there it was, she wouldn't lie to her husband.

Jean Claude: Did Ealora have to tattle tale on her sister? He would let out an amused laugh watching Shaden clear away what had given her a name to reveal the object of many man's desire.. What was underneath. Taking a seat upon the pillow he would not remove his boots nor his stockings and not even allow himself to sit comfortably. Always the gentleman, always. However he would cuff back his sleeve to allow his hand to swirl about in the water. So warm and so inviting perhaps another time he would simply jump right in. "I am honored you would share this with me, but what pleases me more is that you take comfort enough in my presence to enjoy your retreat. Is it the winter that has you so vulnerable, La lune s'est levée? (moon rose) Or do you simply enjoy the company?" Yeah he was calling her out. A bit bold perhaps, but he was French after all and knew these games very well.

Maahes: "The over stuffed pretty boy?" Maahes turned a dark look to Ealora. "I though he was like Sam." Turning to return to his wife he gave his stomach a scratch as he stretched to fight away the remnants of the nap. Yeah..go kill him..no watch your wife, darn it she was just too cute when she ate. Again with the half listening..he really needed to work on that. "Just so long as he pays her. Without a husband I worry about her raising that child alone." Not that they wouldn't be there. He had been worried about Jack, and for the first time realized he wasn't there. Where had his best friend gone to? "I wish whatever you will have, just so long as I can hold it and not have to give it back." He spoke returning to the topic before Jean-Claude was brought up.

Shaden : She chuckled at his propriety leaning back so that her hands were flat on the stone floor behind her.. legs swirling in the warm burbling water.. and regarded him as he asked his question.. and wryly amused smile playing over her lips.. " You see a pathetically vulnerable unmarried pregnant woman.. who would invite anyone to share her time.. to fight back lonely nights of winter...?" she shifted then.. pulling her legs from the water and drying them with the silken hose.. brusquely then standing smoothing her skirts down with a stiff motion... before giving him a haughty look that would do any Native Frenchman proud " I assure you... when I choose company it is because I enjoy ones presence.. not.. because I'm vulnerable or board.. I may have been... been.. dumped.. and I am unwed and pregnant but I am not so pathetic... you do yourself an injustice to think so lowly of my opinion of your company... until this moment.. " feet were shoved into her slippers.. it seemed he had hit a nerve.. a raw one.. indignation on her face was priceless, making her seem all aflame... as she grasp her cloak up and set for the door

Ealora: "That's the one."The spoon lifted some of the stew from the bowl and popped it into her mouth. Mmmm. It was the first meat she had eaten in a while and her stomach wasn't turning. She chewed slowly then swallowed, pushing the contents of the stew around the bowl before dipping it in for another bite. "Apparently not, he seems to always find Shaden.."She answered lifting her eyes from the bowl to him. "Maahes...she is not a whore..you love her for the woman she is, as your sister, why keep referring to someone you love like a sister as a whore?"She sighed and set the spoon down and then lifted it up again. "Not every woman needs a husband to raise a child..she has Gerda, Nic...us..she is not alone." Oh by the gods...Jack had been with her when they found the two of them...now she realized she had not seen him since. Her thoughts shifted again as he spoke of their child and she smiled. "This is our child Maahes, we are not giving it to anyone. You do realize you won't be allowed in the birthing room.." Her family both English and Egyptian side believed the father was not allowed in the birthing room till after the baby was born, why did she have any cause to doubt this? Sam had had to wait outside while she brought Issa into the world and he had not even been the father. The spoon was lifted and the contents pulled into her mouth with a small hum of satisfaction. Her husband could cook!*
Maahes: Having taken a lean on the counter he raised up and looked as if she had struck him. "Why would I not be allowed there? And I never said I wanted to give the child away." Dark brows came together with his pissed look rage boiling deep inside orbs of amber. "I was there when Tommy gave birth to her children. I didn't break them." Though he did threaten to cut them out if they didn't stop hurting his friend. "Just because I said the man better pay Shaden you are going to deny me? I never called her a whore. She is not sleeping with him I am sure. But do not men pay her for her time? Is that not what she does? "I love Shaden very much. You forget this too easy. Assuming I think the worst of her." Boy he was brooding now and as he started to clean the dishes up he was not easy on them. Grumbling under his breath he just turned from her and cleaned. Yeap. Clean. He cleans too!

Jean Claude: "I do not question your lively hood, but simply your order. So quick you are to open your heart when in fact you know nothing of whom you let see your ankles?" He rose in one fluid motion the sweep of his hair seeming to only be the true movement. "I do not see you as pathetic or unwanted, you Shaden are the most desired and beautiful woman in this country. I only question your judgment. You let a monster into your private chamber without concern or care." A hand rose to still her, the second time this night she turned to leave, "I am sorry my motives are unclear, I am not as quick to rush into what my heart is beating for. I not like the other suitors in your court, and wish not to know you from the flat of your back, but by this." He held up her wrist that he held tightly his fingers pressing on her vein so that they both could feel her heart beating between their bodies. "I do not see you as they do, for they see a poor courtesan whose hair had been cut, as I..I see a woman free of her bindings and now making way on her own." With that he let her go, afraid he held her too tightly. "So run away if you wish. It is something you have done all your life."

Shaden: " you... you question my judgment ?" she turned to look at him framed in the sparkling glass of the door.. moonlight illuminating her perfectly " You who offer his heart to my palm with roses that will never die... to a woman you barely know.. with a tattered past.. and questionable profession.." she advanced toward him as he spoke.. of his motives.. her brows lifting.. as she listened... he grasp her wrist and for a moment it was as if he was touching her very heart.. it pounded between them intensely thrumming.. fast like a hummingbird captured beneath a glass cage... a intake of breath as he released her.. challenging her to run away... again... her eyes lifting upward to lock with his... " it is you who courts the monster without a heart... not I " he had pricked a sore spot within her soul... one that she had been privately examining... since she had become aware she was with child... did she even have the ability to truly love... truly... this was what she doubted about herself most.. she had never uttered the words to any man before... although it had been offered to her from the lips of many... she never really believed.. and there the truth of the monster lay... in a woman’s heart...that was.. unreachable..

Ealora: "You want to be there?"Ealora truly did sound confused. Pushing the bowl back, she had eaten more then half of it and was done. For a moment she sat before lifting off the stool to help with the dishes. "My mother taught me that a man is not allowed in the birthing chamber...however, seeing as you want to be there. How can I object? I would deny you nothing Maahes, nothing." She collected the dishes from his hand and moved to the sink to dip them into the standing water within. I was wrong, I thought you meant...it doesn't matter. My apologies. You've said it once before though, a child no one could take from you. Why do you keep saying that?"She turned from washing the dishes to look in his direction. "What is it that you fear Maahes? I can not read your mind...all the time."A small smile curved at her lips then, she couldn't help it. She did have a way of reading him even when he did not speak.

Jean Claude: "If you did not have a heart Mon Cher then I would not be here." His cool hand came to tuck her hair behind her ear and brush gently down the tender flesh of her cheek. "You see yourself as ugly not on the outside, Shaden but where it matters the most. What kind of life is that to live? You use your beauty to get what you want. Your fake smiles, and fake laughter. You pretend to be amused so that by the end of the night you are accepted. It is a tale as old as the dawn but when does it end?" Outside the wind blew the naked trees across the glass panes etching their branches in a rhythm and Jean-Claude took her body into his own. With one hand clasping hers and the other snaking around her back he would slowly start to dance with her. A slow and careless waltz set to the tempo of her own heartbeat and the night. Yet somewhere in that black sky the faint sound of a violin could easily be mistaken for a mind trick, when in fact it simply was not there. "Do you even know what it is you search the stars for?"

Maahes: "I'm not afraid of anything, Ealora. I simply want to hold the baby, and not have to return it if I don't want to, and your mother was wrong. There isn't a rule, it is not written. I can be there. To hold.." His hands reached out as if he was already reaching for the child. His arms felt empty. "No one can take my child from me. They would have to pry him from my cold dead hands, but even then I would return from heaven to strike them down. A thousand scorpions in their grave if they tried to hurt my son...or daughter." Dark eyes passed back to her as if to challenge her on the matter. "You will not deny me anything when it comes to this baby." Of course he didn't mean for that to sound so harsh, he just wanted a little reminder that darn it that's his baby too! There was something in the air of how he spoke that the thought should end with or it will be your cold dead hands I'll be prying the child from. Was she ready for him to love another the same if not more then her?

Elaora: "I just told you I would deny you nothing, including this child. this is our child Maahes, conceived in love. The child may be making me sick as anything, and I may not be able to feel the baby move, but I love this child..I would die protecting tour child....our children...as I would do for you."She started to feel the rage swell within her and took a deep breath and released it as she moved to take his hands into her own and place them against her stomach"Here Maahes, this is your child...your child and mine..our child and I will do everything in my power and beyond to protect your child...our child and bring this child into the world for you to love and spoil whether it be a boy or a girl." She released his hand and let out a sigh as she covered her face with her hands. She was so tired and did not want to fight. "My mother was not wrong in what she was taught and what she taught me, times change. If you wish to be there, then you will be there and I gladly want you there...just please...I do not want to fight on this, just as in our marriage, we should be with our children. We may not always agree, we may argue but in the end we find a way to make it work. We are the storm Maahes, we do not conform to what people want of us, but rather what we want. It is us and our child..our children."

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Jean: "I could dare you to try me." His voice spoke so even and true. There was a gentle hum in the manner of his words, a melody of righteous honesty and protective truth. Jean-Claude was a man of many, but underneath it all he was simply a man. "You are afraid of nothing, or so you let other believe keeping busy your hands so that they do not ache for another. Tell me if I am wrong, but do you reach out for your pillow at night to only pretend there is someone there?" Keeping in step the rhythm of the music he kept her encased within his embrace very firmly as if to even speak with his body..I am going no where. For now.

Shaden: A misstep.. and then the rhythm was upheld.. her face turning against his shoulder.. to keep from looking into his eyes.. and seeing the mirror there into her life... silence.. for a time.. before she spoke in quiet tones as if.. it were a secret.. "I will not bore you with tales of tragedy, a childhood of excuses for the woman I am.. we are all products of our lives... led good.. or bad... It has been in my experience that... there is only one person to truly rely on.. and that is oneself... I have made the mistake of being dependant on a mans whim.. and shall not be so again.. I live my life on my terms.. perhaps that leaves my hands reaching.. but it what is necessary ..." the dancing slowed to a mere shuffle of bodies side to side.. " I have a child to think of now.. I cannot afford fanciful delusions of love.. and forever... those are rare things .. not meant for everyone..."

Jean: A soundless heart came to a gentle purr under the expanse of his chest. The clean pressed front of his suit scented with lavender rushes would find captive this little body before him as he pressed her closer as the intimacy of the dance found the pair drawn together. Thin pale lips whispered softly against the red of her hair, " You..do not bore me." He spoke in a single breath. "You..and I." He started resting his chin against the top of her head speaking in a low and gentle murmur, "Are not so different. I am so lonely yet unable to allow myself the pleasure of such a luxury as love. You see..I too walk a dark line, one thin and red. My pleasures are much different then your own, I as well cherish the skin of another, the company a lover brings, but I keep not what I devour." His face came together with a though as he broke free the tight embrace to twirl her about their make shift dance hall. "Tell me Shaden. Do you love any of the men in your life? This Nic? Jack? Maahes?" Couldn't hurt to ask.

Shaden : Twirled out.. then back in... to him.. her hands coming to lay flat of his chest.. she stopped... looking up at him " perhaps I am too simple to decipher your riddle... Jean... or are you being.. vague and puzzling to intrigue me ?" this question was asked as she moved her hand back to his... the other brushing back a length of jet silk from his shoulder to retake it's place there... slowly turned in cadence with an unheard melody... her eyes now meeting his " I would think a man as you would have many lovers... " his embrace tightened as he again called her out on her choices in life... her brow quirking.. she was not one for lying.. and saw no reason for such at the moment.. " Maahes is my sisters husband.. and yes.. I love him.. as one loves their family... as I love my sister... Ealora..." she stilled.. but did not remove her hands from the dancing position.. " Nicholas.. is a dear friend and companion.., he is most trusted and has been a great comfort to me... since we met.. I am very fond of him.. and care for him deeply..." a soft sigh left her lips before she continued " Jack..." now her hands slipped from him and gathered unto themselves.. " I told him when we became lovers that I was adverse to love.. that I didn't believe I was meant for love.." she turned and paced away... " The love that Ealora and Maahes share.. " she turned slowly.. the look on her face almost sadly envious.. like a child watching Christmas from outside.. a happy home.. only allowed a glimpse of happiness to fleeting to hold onto and soon lost to the reality of winters hungry chill.. " They love so deeply... that they are not whole without the other.. cannot breath without the other.. " her confession... now.. " I would never allow myself ... not to breath.. on my own... I want to be whole... on my own... I do not think there is another part of me wandering in search.... Love like that is rare.. tis why they write songs and sonnets " her head tilted wryly... " I did not love Jack... no matter how hard he wished it... perhaps that is why... he left...because I could not be what he wished me to be.."

Jean: Endless night eyes kept forward as she spoke listening then with the feel of her, not so much the words that were whispered. Her heart ached, and against his own he felt it through the silk of his shirt. What a lost soul this was, in all her finery and riches. One could paint a mask to perfection, but to wear it as she was simply cruel. What she spoke was the truth he was sure of it. Jean-Claude could feel the power behind her words with each breath she took. Shaden breathed from her own set of lungs, not another's. She wanted so badly to live on her own, not live for another. "Then let us work to gain you what you desire. What holds you back?" His cool fingers touched lightly her hand that pressed at his chest and he curled them around her own fingers. "I can offer you only what you see before you, but will be more then willing to do as you wish. Let me live within your home, rent a room do my work from here and not upon the ship. From here you can use me as you wish, and fear not that I ask in return something you are not wanting to give. I dare say I am not able to love, so you would fear nothing of the same. Let me break you from this nightmare, and guide you to be as you wish. In court their names are vicious, and the reputation is critical. What kind of name will your Lily have with it's head Courtesan pregnant by a man with no name? Hmm what then?" There was a hint of desperation their inside the poetic undertones of his accent. "Allow me to take over for you, be your eyes and ears as you work here. You do not have to bare this burden alone." So spoke the Lion to the Lamb, a tale as old as time right?

Shaden : She had two years in which to turn the Lily into a profitable enterprise before her secret contract with her equally secret patron was ended.. two years seemed such a long time to be in ones service.. but such a short time to be given as a deadline of self sufficiency.. true she had savings.. and money she had arrived with.. and for the two years all her needs down to the servants pay was taken care of... but she was not a foolish woman, a business woman with a head for figures.. and she knew well that time was ticking.. and now.. her hand fluttered to her barely rounded belly.. there was more than herself to worry over... " Why ?" a simple question.. yet.. it was fierce.. and demanding... " Why.. if not for love... if not that I hold your heart in the palm of my hand... why.. would you subject yourself to my service.. in search of what I need?" no fool.. no matter how others perceived her she was quick of wit and mind.. but the idea.. of a shared burden.. was almost to alluring...she was exhausted...

Jean: "Because Shaden Aramoire I am just as alone as you are." He spoke very simply but very deeply from his heart. She would know what kind of life he lived having only spent a short time upon her sister's ship. "My days are mixed with the night, and time is spent subject to another's amusement. For once I should let it be my own choice. Humiliated, I stand before you to even admit this, but I fear just as you fear. I fear my life has no meaning, yet I am to live forever with the mistake of never knowing what could have been." He broke free from her to turn to face the outside and he looked through the glass darkly. "I cannot stomach the thought of one more year upon that prison. No matter how great the cause, knowing that I left you behind to fend for yourself...yes you have many around you that love you, but none will understand you desires as I." Turning his face to one shoulder he took her body in with the dark of his eyes, as hands folded behind his back. "I can make a profit, for that I am sure, and it is not with an oversized head do I speak. I know the games that are played in courts with rules broken I still come out on top. Trust me on this."

Shaden : Her eyes widened slightly as he spoke... " I do not know what lies between you and Peregrin.. but if he is your keeper and his ship your prison then yes.. I would give you sanctuary.. without hesitation... you do not even have to ask..." as he turned to the window she stepped behind him slipping to his side.. " But I... am not your burden.. I wish to be no mans burden.. I will.. be fine on my own.. I have suffered more in my time than the reputation a fatherless child will bring me.." the allure of what he offered.. the safety of an arrangement.. that looked as if.. there were intimacy.. yet.. did not endanger the truly fragile balance of her heart.. was tilted about in her mind like a windmill softly whirling... then she looked up at him as he uttered his last statement " You wish to become a courtier`" the Male equivalent of a courtesan... her eyes took on a look of shock.. then a flush stained her cheeks.. as she laughed lightly... at herself... " Ohhhh Jean... forgive me .. I am not laughing at you but at myself... " serious peals of laughter rang out.. now.. as copper curls shook with mirth her head tilted back in genuine laughter... " ohhh.. I'm so sorry.. all this time I though.. " the woman was almost delirious " I thought you fancied me.. and you wanted employment " finally the laughter receded somewhat as she took up a seat on a wicker settee... " you must think me quite the fool "

Jean: "It is not sanctuary that I ask. No, ma petite. I ask in return only one thing." It was then he turned upon her the tall of his frame looming over her own and with the spark of her laughter a vicious head would cant. He would follow her then to her seat the heels of his boots clicking soundly within the encased glass. "In return for my service, and what I offer I want only for you to be at my side." Stay little valentine, stay. "Make me a promise that you will not lay with another for one year." He was very serious about this, would she be so blunt to trust such a foolish request. Belle did. "One years time, this Lily will be over flowing with client, you can do as wish." Had he gone mad? No. Not as much as she it seemed. "You will love yourself in the end, this is the goal I seek, but that cannot be done with the strings of your heart falling in the way." Darkly his eyes passed over her body, the pale outline of his face shadowed by the length of his jet black hair. Falling then to one knee before her he took her hand and pleaded in a gentle whispered voice, "No I see you not as a fool, but a lost lamb. You need a hand to take in the dark to guide you back to the light..that does not wish only to gain entry inside your bed." His fingers curled once again over her own, "They are cold, but they are yours for the taking." Said with a sweet kind and gentle smile.

Shaden: His words smeared her laughter away quickly.. indeed he must be mad... he had chastised her earlier for allowing him in her special place... and for showing her ankles to him.. and now... he wanted a promise of fidelity for a year..it was a look of pure disbelief.. suspended reality that crossed her face and settled.. within the depths of her eyes.. question upon question roiled there.. burning boiling unanswered... " Jean... you cannot be serious..." she looked as if she had lost the ability to breath.. suddenly... her hand fluttering over her chest.. " I know nothing of you... save this night.. and you want.. me to promise you a year...?" she was mad for even considering it.. he had drugged her..... almost destroyed her family... what was she thinking... she shook her head softly... as if disagreeing with herself... even thought her hand still remained in his... " I do not understand your motives... you confuse me I... I... need time.. to think..." it was this time that perhaps would be his undoing.. was it some sort of spell he cast.. that made her want.. what lure he offered..?

Jean: "You have until the ship leaves the harbor, Mon Cher." With that spoken in honest truth he would not put any pressure on her. He had his reasons for what he asked. He knew well what it was he was doing. She would be trapped within the walls of her own self only able to break free from her confines with her own ability. The Frenchmen would take her hand and raise her knuckles to the pale of his lips and brush a kiss over the skin there. "Come. Let me tuck you in." With that he gave rise to stand and help lift her from the seat. "Your brother in law grows weary of my being here." Sure enough Maahes was standing in the window watching as he argued with his wife.

Shaden : She stood with his help.. but when he would turn her toward the door.. she stopped him.. her fingers grasping the coat of his jacket... " IF I were to agree.. would you be under the same agreement as I.. or would you be free to bed any you wished...? " was she considering his offer... or merely letting him know he was not the only one with conditions.. often a man who was faced with such.. would balk.. and retreat smart vixen .

Jean: He stilled canting his head with a curl of his lips, "Why would it matter if I did?" It was his turn to chuckle now. "You can bed as you wish Shaden, I just wish for you not to get involved. I would like for you to take this year to learn of yourself and become the woman that child is meant to have." In turn the slave becoming the master. "Would it pain you to know I would share my bed with another?" He smiled dryly at her, having caught a confession?

Shaden : The hand he kissed was pulled back at his answer " I merely think what is good for the goose is good for the gander.. and you say you are afflicted with the same malady of loneliness as I.. you wish me by your side.. would I be inclined to do so I would expect the same in return.. " she almost snorted.. never would she agree to any lopsided agreements where he would have all the power and she none.. that was just ridiculous.. and exactly what she strove never to live with again... " It would aggravate me to know you were free to share your bed.. enjoying the company of another if I were pinned to you.. laying alone..whislt it went on " she laced her hands together.. then.. giving him the raised copper brow.. stubborn woman.. " I think I can tuck myself in... " so moody what on earth was he to make of the firebrand

Jean: "You mistake my meaning, Shaden. I do not want you to pin yourself to me, but to none. I wish for you to swear off the touch of a man completely, but when you are your weakest..reach out for my hands these are the ones that will falter their meaning." Such a Firecracker she was indeed! "Then have a good evening, Lady Courtesan. Do think more on the offer. Hmm? "

Shaden: It was a look... that she gave him.one that centered somewhere between pissed off and...misery.. disbelief and..saddness.. as she turned to make her way up the garden path... muttering under her breath " He makes no sense.. absolute lunacy.. " her cloak snagged on a frozen rose bush.. and she jerked it.. succeeding in snagging her skirt.. with a uttered curse.. she snatched the skirt.. a thorn slitting her palm .. droplets of blood staining a frozen leaf.. and the snow below it.. before she was gone.. into the house with an non to gentle slam of the door.. think indeed.. what else could she do... after that.. sleep would not find her for long moments.. but when it did... it would be tinged... with him...

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Maahes: The snow had ceased to fall, the night crystal and clear but still frozen with almost a complete foot of snow. The days sun had melted the top only to freeze the wake of each step again. The couple had returned in the nick of time for the evening meal, and after dinner while the evening activities pressed over the valley the Beast had been missing. Maahes often never missed the fire pit where many gathered to tell stories of Christmas's past, and the hopes of a bright new year. Remnants of a bath trailed down the hall, and the scents of his musky oils remained. Now all that was left was the light of the fire inside their room, and a lump under the covers. However Maahes was not asleep ...just COLD!

Ealora: There was always a sense of excitement in returning home. The morning sickness still plagued her enough that she only eaten toast that morning at the Lily before they returned home. True to her words. Sam and Taylor had come back to gather the cart and list and by the time they returned that evening and her stomach was rumbling. All through dinner, she smiled and nodded but spoke little. Really since being back home, she was not wondering which room to turn into the nursery. What colors would she make it. Only several months till the baby would arrive and that could go fast. Had not the last couple of months flown by? She offered a final kiss to Maahes cheek as she rose to help clean up the dishes and the left overs. Leaning an ear open to the fire pit as those around it laughed and talked of good times past as the dishes were washed, dried and put away. Celadon eyes kept traveling to the older woman who worked in silence beside her. She had not been very nice to Agatha and while yes, Agatha had not been kind to her, she had been honest and Ealora had always prided herself on being honest, of holding high regard for those who were honest themselves. Slowly she rubbed her hands against the apron tied around her front before reaching behind to untie the cords as she spoke. "Agatha, I'd like to ask for your assistance in the next couple days in creating baskets for the families, we have the crates of wine left from the fall festival and I'd like to make some bread as well. I have supplies the families need to make it through winter but perhaps you will go with me into town in a day or two to get gifts for the Yule season to add to the basket?" Honeyed voice had dropped an octave. It was hard to be nice to a woman she knew didn't like her simply for not knowing her. Celadon eyes shifted to the hallway, where had Maahes gone anyways?

Agatha: Moving through the kitchen like a hermit with her stick her good eye opened to peer into the eyes of the woman. However, it seemed she was searching into her soul and of course taking. "Do you know how to bake bread?" She seemed surprised that the Pirate Queen had even asked such a thing, but in fact was more surprised she knew how to bake. Her beady eyes peered then over the shoulder of the pirate looking at the dishes done and not broken. Already she had one up on her husband, "Has Shaden put you up to this." Sounded like something her sister would offer..not her. What had come over Ealora? Had Maahes talked some sense into her? Or...was she nesting. A silent prayer went out to the Lord that her charms had not been too late, and she was not pregnant with his child. Moving her eyes over the ladies present she looked down the bridge of her nose at the woman before her. "If you wish it, it shall be done." Against the hem of her skirt a child no older then 4 perhaps on the edge of 3 pulled against the fabric. "What child?" The aged woman turned her cross eyes to the brightest of blue. The chubby fingers motioned to her ruby red lips with her fingers in a cup shape. "Drink I know, Child ye want yur milk..Lord..Mercy ye all be the death of me." Her slumped form wobbled over the tiles of the kitchen floor to poor what was left of the cows milk until next service.


Shaden : Shaden had come with them to red wall for a few days.. Avery had suggested a break.. from her duties restoring and redecorating the Lily, and the workmen had agreed they would finish faster without her constantly making changes helping..... So when Maahes and Ealora had offered her a few days at RedWall she accepted.. packing up some things she had gathered for the refugee children, London the yorki and a few books she had been intending to read.. and only one small trunk of her clothing..all this strapped to the carriage.. that followed the Aziems.. to their home in the valley Of course she was never out of Nic's sight.. well almost sight. considering.. and He packed his things as well traveling to Redwall to watch over his Charge.. Things unpacked and in her room.. she had rested the afternoon napping lightly... but now ventured out.. into the kitchen following the sound of voices... " I assure you Agatha... you would not want me giving her ideas on baking anything.. tis not a talent I have.. last time I tried to bake there was a fire... " she chuckled her eyes wandering to the golden haired little girl.. it was the same one.. she had met.. before.. the one who didn't speak.. her face softened perceptibly... as she slide into a seat at the table.. watching the goings on and giving her sister a sweet.. reinforcing smile.. " I think it's a very nice idea Ealora had.. to give baskets out to the people here.. I wish I had thought of it.. "

Ealora: Her hand absently pressed against her stomach as her head turned away from Agatha, sucking in a breath and slowly repeating in her head...1...2...3...4..5...6...7..8..9..10. "Bread is about the only thing I know how to make.."She finally answered turning her attention back to the woman. "No Shaden did not.."Her words cut off and she turned as Shaden swayed into the kitchens. She had missed dinner and yes Ealora moved around the kitchen to gather some of the left overs and reheat them. "Are you hungry?"She tossed towards Shaden with a grin. Like husband, like wife. A smile was turned to Eppie, poor girl. No doubt the spectacular looking child had a beautiful voice. If only they could get her to speak. Fingers reached to stroke out over the golden hair of the little girl absently mindedly. "I stopped at the bakery before coming home and I have an apple fritter with cinnamon and sugar crust, do you want to share it with me Eppie?" With a turn of her head, she smiled at Shaden and let out a laugh. "You make me look bad with all you've done for them."She teased with a smile and a wink

Agatha: Agatha turned a smile to the ladies, but grinned as Shaden made her approach. "I am so very glad to see you, Child and very pleased to know you will be staying with us for a few days. I know the girls have been looking forward to you being here for some time. With the snow they are unable to make it to the village for their lessons, perhaps you can continue with their schooling?" Little chatty Cathy huh? When Ealora turned to Eppie to ask of the treat she quickly made trail to hide behind the skirts of Aggie. "Lord, Mercy, Child will ye get off me." Such a bitter tone of the old, her age showing then as her tired eyes fell amused upon the toddler. "Don't mind her, Time heals all." The child pulled on the skirts and threw her chubby little hands up to be lifted, "I can't, my back has been aching you'll only add to it." Her shoulders fell forward and her arched back bent over her cane to make her way to clear the table.

Shaden : She had missed dinner and was famished... while Ealora had begun reheating a few things.. she had stood and taken over... Ealora busy with the child.. she knew her sister was going to make a wonderful mother.. she could tell already in the way she fairly radiated motherly love.. and the adoration she showed to the wordless child.. " I would be glad to help in anyway I can, and certainly I can see to their education while I'm here.. " a soft smile pulled at her lips until Ealora's words of Shaden shaming her with her gifts to the children.. even in teasing.. it settled in her heart.. perhaps she had overstepped... quietly she finished filling her plate and moved back to the table " You and Maahes gave them a place to live and begin anew.. all I did was offer some clothes and books.. you are the ones they look to for a new life" she settled her fork and spoon beside the plate.. as she watched the child hide behind Agatha's skirts much as she had the first time she had met her.. glacial hues founds Ealora's emerald ones seeming to tell her.. to engage the child again.. after all she was the Lady of the House and soon to be mother everyone needed a little practice with children...

Ealora: Celadon eyes found Shaden's, seeming to say, told you she didn't like me. Though a smile curled over her lips as she moved from the kitchens only to return with her bag which had accompanied her into town and back. Removing the brown package holding the fritter, she pulled the wrapping off, cut it in quarters upon a plate and slid it aside. "Agatha, go rest by the fires with the others. I'll finish cleaning up.."She spoke to the woman’s backside as she protested about picking the little girl up because of her back. Her heart squeezed at the sight of those little arms, begging to be picked up. Had her son every did that? Wiping the sugar and cinnamon sticking to her fingers by rubbing them together, she moved around the counter, in slow even steps and offered her arms down to the girl. "I'd like to hold you Eppie, if you will let me. I have a present for you.."Leaning down slightly, she kept her movements slow, no need to have the child alarmed, perhaps they would finally hear a voice but a screaming one if she went to fast, slowly she picked the little one up, setting her against her hip to move back to the plate. A slice of the fritter was the first thing to be offered to the child before she was reaching into her bag to retrieve the little girls present. It was a doll, with long cascading black hair, the dolls eyes blackened like with makeup in rich designs and clothes in an Egyptian dress. It looked practically brand new but in truth, it had been with Ealora since she was a little girl and one of the few possessions she had taken with her when she left Alexandria. "This is for you.."Honeyed voice flowed softly and she kissed the little girls temple as she handed the doll over. "Maahes and I have decided that whoever of the families wishes to stay, may. We are going to reconstruct the huts after winter. I have to admit, I'm quite happy about it. They will have their own homes on the land. Tend it, care for it as we shall along side them. Never thought I'd become a lady with land and people on it. The world is a funny place yes?"She hummed in a small laugh.


Agatha: The aged body of the woman stilled in the doorframe and glared with her good eye at the arms holding the child. "I think I'd like to go home. Eppie!" The child started to kick away from Ealora until the doll was brought up and she settled her gaze upon the beautiful gown the doll was wearing. Her fingers curled around the fabric and she smiled. However once Agatha yelled the child again threw a fit into the arms of the woman until she would be forced down. "Clean the mess up Ealora, I'll not have the kitchen bringing in rats." More then it already has, her tone could be mistaken.

Maahes: Down the hall the large mass of blankets could be mistaken for a bear given the sounds that escaped him. Wrapped deeply in the covers he had brought the bed to his wife since she wouldn't come! "Woman!" His voice was muffled under covers and he gave a quick grumble as he took seat within the chair around the table pulling his bare feet away from the cold floor. A mask of black covered his eyes as he peered through the hole in the blankets, "Why are you cleaning the kitchen?" Spoken in his brash grumble though it was a sincere question.

Shaden : At Agatha's harsh words to the child then Ealora, Shaden’s gaze had lifted... her mouth opening to chastise the older woman on her sisters behalf then she stopped.. it was Ealora's house and she was a guest and should not interferr..but she would speak.. to Agatha on the morrow and try and set things right between them.. it was not good to have the two women under on roof at odds with one another..... she had pushed her food around her plate finding no joy in eating this evening.. to many things on her mind.. was that ship still in the Harbor.. how dare he.. her fork clanked onto the plate loudly as Maahes appeared.. questioning his wife.. " Ohhh I'll clean it up Ealora.. you.. tend your husband " she smiled at the bear wrapped blanketed man.. " He seems to be carrying your bed on his body.. perhaps he misses you in it " she chuckled.. moving to scrape the remains.. well most of her dinner in the scrap bucket.. and begin pouring the simmering water into the sink to wash the rest of the dishes from the nights dinner..

Ealora: Placing a gentle kiss against the child’s forehead, she curled the little girls fingers around the doll. "You keep this safe for me, hmm" With a smile, she set the child down and turned Celadon eyes to the old woman."Do not..and I will only repeat it once more. Do not speak to me like that again. I am lady of this household, not you Agatha. I have tried to be kind to you tonight though you have been wholly unkind to me. You do not know me Agatha, have not even tried. I may not agree with it but I accept it. But do not take it out on the child. You can not pick her up because of your back. I am willing to do so. I am not tainted as you believe I am. I had a son, I loved him. Loved him so much I did the hardest thing a mother has ever had to do. I gave him up to have a better life. I regret each day of my life. Eppie needs love, not scolding. Not harsh words. She needs tenderness, no wonder she is afraid of everyone. You say it takes time and yet when I try to hold her, give her love and understand you screech at her. Take whatever emotions you have for me, out on me. Not her. You dislike me, go ahead and dislike me but for the right reasons, not the wrong ones." Dusting her hands on her clothing, she let out a sigh before turning an ear to the grumbling of her husband. A small smile itched at her lips at the sight of him carrying the blankets"Husband!" She replied with like gruffness if only to tease him. A sweep of her eyes went to the kitchen then back to him. "Agatha back is aching. I told her to rest and that I would do it." She moved behind Shaden, if only to lean in and place a sisterly kiss against her cheek. "Two pregnant women in the house..he is wearing the blankets as protection."She teased before moving towards her husband, wrapping her arms around the mass of blanket and man. "If you're cold, I'll go tend the pit in the living room. You can sit in your chair.."So sweetly offered to his ear.

Agatha: Eppie's hand reached out for the old woman and she clung to her skirts once again, and Agatha curled her aged hands around the fingers of the child. "And you see there, Eppie Morrie that is how an uncivilized woman acts. You must promise me you'll never act so ugly." The child clung to the leg and held the doll even tighter. "You can act as you wish around this home, it is yours, I simply clean up after the mess you leave behind..in both kitchen and hearts. "She motioned to the blanketed man who listened now free from his cocoon.

Maahes: "Enough!" He barked then standing and the covers falling free from his form. Agatha and Eppie both jumped at the boom of his voice, "You will NEVER talk to my wife like that or any.." Maahes stilled watching the old woman put her hand over her heart and gasp for air. "Jadda?" The Arabic word for Grandmother. Eppie turned wide eyes to the aged woman as she stumbled forward, and fell over dead.

Shaden : The sisterly kiss was taken and given back in affection as she put her hands to the task of washing the dishes, simply staying out of the brew ha ha that was Ealora's household.. it was not her place.. though if it had been , would have been in order long before this night.. as Maahes barked she turned.. seeing the old woman grasp her chest.. and the little girl.. begin to cry and wail.. as the olde woman hit the floor.. for a moment she froze unable to comprehend what was happening as Maahes and Ealora rushed to the woman’s side... she pulled the child into her embrace kneeing to keep her both out of the way.. and comfort her.. oh dear god in heaven she prayed silently..

Ealora: Her hands curled into the covers around Maahes shoulder as her eyes seemed to burn into the old woman. Uncivilized! She had not even raised her voice once and she was being uncivilized. Her mouth opened to speak before Maahes was rising, covering the space of the room so Ealora had to move to stand beside him as he barked at the old woman. She started to feel a sense of pride at her husband sticking up for her but well...her eyes turned to the old woman as she clutched her chest and Ealora reached out, wide eyed as the woman fell over. For a moment her mouth just hung open as if this was some trick the woman was playing to gain sympathy from Maahes but she did not move and Ealora hurried to the woman's side and knelt down. Fingers pressed against the side of her neck to feel a heartbeat. There was none. Rolling the woman to her back, she leaned down to put her head against the old woman's chest. Nothing. Tilting the woman's head back, she plugged her nose and leaned down to blow into her mouth, once, twice, three times before she lifted up and put her palms on the woman's chest. Pumping downward to try to get the woman's heart to start up again. Silently she counted to ten before moving to blow in the woman's mouth again, three times again and then back to pumping on the woman's chest. For the span of a few minutes she alternated between the breaths and compressions until finally she sat back against her heels. Shaking her head at Maahes. Oh Gods, poor Maahes. Poor Eppie! She couldn't even bare to ask how the old woman wanted to be sent to the next world. Rising from the floor, she moved to lift Eppie up into her arms, cradling the child in her arms as she whispered soft hushed words to ear to calm her wails while moving out of the room to remove her from the scene. It was not that she did not trust Shaden to comfort the little girl. It was that not even Ealora could stand to see the old woman dead like that, much less let the little girl see it and yes, because she wanted to comfort her because her cries broke her heart

Maahes: The sound of the commotion cause the guards to rush against the halls to where the body rest against the floor. "Take her away, it's too late to send for the horsemen." His brash voice raspy and deep smoothed over the tension in the room. "High noon I will ride out to the village and see what is to be done. Shaden, would you go wake her granddaughters? Tell them of the passing?" Please was always forgotten but since he was not barking the order would that pass ? A hand came to close around the small of Ealora's back, and the Beast would wrap the covers around the pair as the child tried to calm in her arms. Take her to the bed.

Shaden : She relinquished her hold on the child to Ealora.. standing from her kneel where she had been comforting the little one.. her eyes washing over Maahes.. "I'm so sorry.. I know.. you loved her like a mother... " a gentle hand rested on his forearm for a comforting moment before she nodded softly " Of course.. I shall go now... " she turned going to fetch her cloak, it was still lightly snowing outside and freezing cold.. before she left the temple heading to the small gathering of huts where the remnants of the woman's family lived.. the path was darkened and lit by a crescent moon.. in the distance the howl of wolves caused shivers to race down her spine as she hurried along.. at last coming to the door of Agatha's home.. a soft knock and she was relived when after some time.. a candle shown between the cracks of the boards.. a snap of twig or brush in the field behind her and she turned.. feeling watched.. that eerie feeling making her pull the cloak closer.. silly woman.. she wasn't afraid of the dark.. and then the door opened.. and she would be the bearer of bad news...

Talion Apollius: The night had grown colder than Apollo's anticipation, granting the feeling which perhaps.. the legendary Ranger was losing his touch. Age peppered his hair and creases made up many volumes of tales across his brow. He was an old kook many said, a crazy old womanizing hermit that was rarely seen, save by his wife on occasion; "when he wasn't on one of his damned adventures." This particular eve brought the grand entrance of the haggardly built man of fortune. Let it be known, if it wasn't for bad luck, Apollo would have none at all. ``SHUT IT, YA' OL BEGGAR!`` A guard yelled, attempting to drag the man by his under arm. ``COULD YA' AT LEAST ATE LESS IN YER YOUTH!`` The other on his flank yelled. Apollo could be heard chuckling over the noise the pair made, attempting to haul him up and turn him in. They managed to get the Avarian boulder upon their shoulders with strained grunts, granting Apollo the beautiful sight of the crescent moon that led their way. He felt the snow as it lightly fell and intermingled with his gray hair.. He turned to the man on his right, smirking. ``We there yet?`` -- ``I SAID SHUT IT!`` He chuckled and remained quiet while being hauled to their Lord's home.

Ealora: Her arm placed under the child's behind, her arm around her back moving in slow comforting circles. her eyes squeezed shut to push the image of Agatha on the floor...dead...from her mind. Eppie did not need her out of sorts right now. Swaying back and forth, she barely noticed the blanket being pushed around her shoulders, closing over both her and Eppie but she understood the unspoken words of her husband and moved towards their room to lay Eppie down. For a few moments she stayed, the girls hiccupping sobs quieting as Ealora in a soft whispered voice sang a song while stroking at her hair. What a night the little girl had had. Sobbing to sleep. Leaning down, she placed a gentle kiss against the girls cheek, made sure the doll was still in the little girls grasp, pulled the covers up and as quietly as she could manage, left the room. The guards had removed the ladies body from the floor, covered within a sheet so when Ealora returned she would not be greeted by the sight of the dead. The men hauling Apollo, still grumbling and groaning hauled the man to the front door. The knocker lifted and thudded thrice and Ealora turned, offering a paused glance at the door. Who the hell would be calling at this hour? Her hands moved down the front of the cream colored Egyptian cut dress, made thicker for the winter weather it still left one shoulder and arm bare. The bolt was pulled back and the latch pulled up before the door was swinging inward and she peeked around the corner to see who was there. "We need ta see the lord..the general.."Celadon eyes swept over the men and the...other man they carried. A slender brow raised upward in silent question but she gestured to the doorstep as she moved back to open the door for them. "Wipe off your boots!" Honeyed voice rose in a bit of annoyance. Agatha had just cleaned the floor and it wasn't because the old woman was gone and she now had to do it, but it was because it was one of the last things the woman had done and damn it she still wanted her house to look nice. "Maahes, there are some men here to see you."She called down the hall while keeping an eye on the men to make sure they DID indeed wipe their shoes on the rug outside before coming inside

Maahes: He was not one to morn death--never was. Death was but a door to heaven, and for one who took as many lives as he that part of his heart had hardened. The bitter chill carried a stench upon it, the smokey afterlife of the frozen woods, and the smell of far too much ale mixed with bitter old bones. What had the cats dragged in? The gruff mug of the man was captured under amber orbs ablaze with the familiarity. The cold was harsh on bones of old or young alike, but even more so on the well worn joints of the men-in-arms. From one General to the next. How many years had it been since the King had been called that other then in the secrecy of his lover's embrace. "You bring such a man in my home? Around my wife, and in the company of a beloved sister?" His eyes burned into those of the guards who now held lightly to the aged King's back without ever knowing his true title. A stern chiseled face hardened as he narrowed his eyes to the men, but it would before Apollo he would bend to be eye level with the prisoner. "Smelling like too many hours spent in a tavern and drawing on an old pipe.." With that he met the King's eyes and rose a dark brow, "Just as he always has, and probably always will."

Shaden : Inside the small hut, the family of Agatha mourned.. grieving loudly.. and with piteous emotions.. the young girls and the daughter in law.. distraught without the aged woman to guide them.. as they sat numbed by the fire Shaden assured them it was quick.. and likely painless.. and spoke comfortingly of the long life lived.. and many lives touched by the outspoken Agatha.. She made them tea.. and talked as they reminisced.. assuring them Eppie was in good hands.. it would be in the wee early morning hours when at last they finally all slept.. and Shaden had tidied their small kitchen that she slipped out into the frosty predawn darkness.. the snow had stopped.. and now crunched frozen underfoot as she wound her way back toward the temple.. exhausted.. and wanting nothing more than a warm bed.. and blessed sleep..

Talion Apollius: The Guards acknowledged the Lady of the house by first tossing Apollo inside, who landed upon his stomach with an "oof!' They proceeded to wipe their boots then gather up the battered old man and pick him up once more. ``Beggin' the Lord 'n Lady's pardon.. but this man..`` The one on the right kicked him, Apollo chuckled..``This man, claimed to be a Knight...`` The other guard perked. ``No, it was a Guardsman.``--``Of course not a guardsman, I know it had to of been a Ranger. ``-- ``No.. a GENERAL.`` The guards let Apollo fall back to the ground, the one on the right shoving the one on the left. ``A general? Please. He was a Bard!`` The other one shoved back. ``An OVERLORD, ya' Wankeh!`` Apollo mumbled: ``What a soft floor you have...`` The pair of guards had each other by their collars ready to swing. In unison, they yelled. ``NO HE IS A KING!``

Ealora: "Shut up!"She let out a growl and put a hand to her temple as the two men began to argue over who the man has said he was. Rubbing for a moment she let out a sigh. "I don't care who he said he was..and if he throws up on my floor, the TWO of you will be cleaning it up and then straightening the rest of my house for my annoyance."She tossed a glare at both of them before her eyes swung down to Apollo admiring her floor as they shouted in unison about him saying he was a King. A slender brow rose in slight amusement before her head turned to find Maahes there inspecting the man. Ah, he knew him, she could tell by the blazed look in his eye. Such a man around his wife and beloved sister? Now she was curious, like the hellcat she was. Arms folded over her chest. Just where was this going? This was going to be interesting..

Evil: The snow that crunched under her feet seem to echo down the valley and behind her a trail was left with the same sound. Should she still it would be heard, should she run it would still be heard..only faster. The woods surrounding the valley were dark, lit only by the beams of the moon pressing through the pines, one could easily be lost should they not know their way.

Maahes: While the men atop argued over the names of the King Maahes took to one knee just before the man. "The floors are nothing compared to the beds. You should see..King sized." An empty hand palm up was offered to the man, and his eyes rose to find that of his wife. "Throw what was left of dinner over the coals, and set it out." Please would be forgotten as he would help Apollo up should he take what was offered. "Death washed over you..out on Sport again?" The rich undertones of his voice filled the halls, but carried a chuckle of his own as the men silenced and stood ghostly still. Had they made a mistake? "M'lord do you know this man?" "No." "Did we do wrong by taking him in?" "No, you will do right every time, but next time at least try to make me look good." Dark eyes passed over the men with little amusement and they would know better then to question his motives. "Come on, Old man warm your bones."

Shaden : She meandered along lost in thought for the trek back to the Temple.. although she could see it in the distance.. it's shadow against a indigo sky.. it seemed so far away.. exhaustion, pregnancy and the cold seemed to play havoc on her senses... as she pulled the cloak about her tightly, she felt that niggling sensation at the back of her neck that had assailed her before.. at Agatha's home.. stopping she listened and looked about.. not hearing anything to begin with.. then the crunch of frozen snow underfoot.... but she was not moving.. " Is someone there..?" she called out.. twice.. before moving.. quickly toward the temple.. now she was aware.. and the sounds seemed to multiply increasing as if gaining on her.. to which she bolted.. running toward the nearest building she could find .. the stables.. in thru the smaller side door.. and slamming it behind her bolting it with the drop of the wooden latch.. she could hear.. something outside.. pacing the outlines of the stables.. looking about she quickly decided to hide.. but where.. hayloft.. the mound of newly stacked hay on the stable floor.. on in a stable with the horses.. her mind made up she disappeared into her hiding place.. hearth thudding loudly.. silent prayers sent up.. rapidly to heaven..

Talion Apollius: Apollo's hand slapped into Maahes, and He rose slowly, extending to his full height which had the guards stepping back. ``No wonder he was so bloomin' heavy!`` With his cowl back, Apollo used his hands, now freed from the General's, to push back the good length of graying red and stroke the main of a beard that hung from his face. He was broad and heavy, unarmed and dressed simple enough. Handsome..no, damnably handsome, with a smirk that carried with it a long past. ``King size you say? What a treat? What shall they invent next?!`` He said, grandly impressed. He dusted himself off and was just about to say something when he caught sight of Maahes wife. He stopped dead in his movements, and stared. He cleared his throat and straightened the awful looking rags as if to make himself presentable. ``How you doin'?`` He said, chiefly impressed with the saintly stance he took. ``Name's Apollo, adventurer-- and damned good looking rogue, if I do say so myself.`` He fancied a small broken piece of a mirror from his pocket and looked at himself. ``..and I do..`` His head jerked toward Maahes. ``Food. What a real treat! ..a real treat.`` He turned back toward the guards and brought his hands out in front of him.. as if he was carefully walking. With two fingers he claimed his walking stick back. ``Mine.`` And he whacked them with it. ``Go on.. ! Get!`` When they had left, he turned about.. ``Food. Right-o. Carry on then!``

Ealora: Celadon eyes swiveled between the four men in the hallway. As much as it was amusing, it was also grated on her nerves. Blame it on being pregnant, if looks could kill, the men would drop dead right there. A slender brow rose up in wonderment as he stared at her then went to setting his rags straight. "Oh good, now that your up, if you throw up on my floor, you'll be cleaning it up. Apollo was it? I'm sure the pleasure is all yours and when your done making out with yourself in that mirror it'll of been one hell of an adventure, one sided of course." She slammed her lips shut to turn a look to Maahes. Did he just order her to go get food? There had not been a please there. Again that slender brow rose upward in question. No matter, her stomach was starting to upset and she had tea Avery had given her to help with that. She brushed by Apollo and Maahes to shut the door mumbling about damnable men letting in the winter to freeze them all before she was brushing by them again to move down the hall into the kitchen. She paused, where the hell was Shaden? Her lips pulled into a frown. A few more minutes and she'd call Sam and Taylor to go look for her sister. What where crewmates stranded on land for anyways. Water was put on to boil as she moved to gather the remains of dinner onto a plate for the old man who had been dumped on their doorstep. King, ha!*

Maahes: Woman..He dared her to protest though of course was the game they played all too well. One that had wedding bands around their hands, this game between lovers. Whose chasing who..or who starts the fight tonight. His hand came to clasp the shoulder of the aged King before him as they walked, ventured into the sitting room where the fire pit was a blaze and the leather bound seats seemed all too welcoming. "A long way from home you are." He spoke in his brash deep voice as he took his seat in the oversized winged chair that seemed to fit him, and across from him his eyes would fall upon the only other man he knew that perhaps would fit inside such a large chair. "Hunting? Or Running?" Dark eyes dared not to leave the Jedi Master across from him, nor show any sign of jest. This pair as well always played a game, one where lives balanced on the edge of swords yet always seemed to come out on top. Apollo had his reasons for being here, for this he was sure. It had been how long since they last spoke? When the food was brought out and placed before the man Maahes would turn his gaze to Ealora and give her a half smile but the words fell from his mouth, "Thank you."

StableBoy: "M'lady..what may I ask are you doing?" The stable boy looked puzzled as the woman cried out into the night in her prayers and instantly stood. "Are you lost? Is there something after you?" The door would be swung open to reveal nothing but the open air and crisp winter night. Had Shaden dreamed it?

Shaden : She was cowered between the body of a great draft horse and his stable side.. a dangerous place for a lady to be.. when the door swung open.. a small gasp escaped her.. as she moved to place herself between the stable boy and the threat.. yet nothing met her gaze.. just empty swirling chilled air.. " It must have been an animal.. " she shivered.. gathering her courage.. " it's late.." an apology offered " Forgive me for waking you.. " the cloak was gathered about her once more.. tightly against the chill.. as she stepped outside the stables the boy closing the door with a perplexed look on his face.. he would never understand the people from the big house.. what man lets his woman out at this time of night alone.. it never dawned on the youth she was a woman without a man... an independent woman was a rare thing indeed.. The Moon slipped from behind a cloud casting the snow in bright relief.. no she had not been dreaming... there all around the edge of the stable buildings side.. footprints.. tracks.. but of what.. they were to many and jumbled to be sure... one last look over her shoulder and she darted to the main house..inside the kitchen door and then to the window gazing out into the tree line.. what shadows moved there..?

Talion Apollius: ``Do I look like a man who could be running in weather like ..that?`` He frowned, clearly using his age as some sort of facade. He adjusted himself into the seat that was across from a General. A General he still remembered promoting almost a decade ago. He ran a hand through his hair and locked his gaze with Maahes. ``I actually came to find you, my lord.`` He said with some hint of reverence in his voice. ``Been meanin' to apologize for what happened all those years ago. About Tommy, you.. everyone. But you seem to be finding life well enough I see; beautiful wife, house, land, title.. life. `` He smiled, and for the first time since Maahes had seen him, his age shown within that smile. ``I know it probably don't mean much, but given the day and age.. it is all I have to offer from the past.`` A shaky hand found the arm of the chair and he readjusted so the heat of the fire found his legs and warmed them up. His walking stick was laid across his lap.

Ealora: A slice of prime rib smothered in a brown wine gravy, red boiled potatoes with rosemary and a basket of sliced bread was brought out the man, hips swaying seemed to whisper of some secret profession of a dancer. Setting the plate and basket in front of him, her body dipped low, the fabric of her dress moving, nearly revealing the nude form beneath it, all most but not quite. As she lifted up, she turned a smile to Maahes. His smile that seemed to speak of adoration and love but also mischief later. Was she angry at him? Was there going to be a fight? Of course not. Turning upon her heels, she moved across to Maahes, pausing to lean down and place a kiss against his forehead. "Your Welcome" Honeyed voice purred against his forehead. See that's all she wanted and hips swayed as she left the room to go tend her tea. With rag in hand, she swung the pot away from the fires just as the door opened with Shaden flying in like a fury. Both brows went up as eyes widened in her sisters direction. "In all that is holy.."She stopped as Shaden slammed the door shut and began to look out the back window. "Shaden, I was worried about you! Where the hell have you been and what the hell are you doing?" She set the pot of water on the counter top and moved to her sisters side. Grasping her shoulders in her hands. "You're freezing, get over here and let me get you some tea before you get sick, you can't be getting sick while pregnant!"

Maahes: "I grew tired of watching that city burn. Just as we all have. There is no need to apologize." He rose his hand to motion away with his hands, let this pass between them. "All that matters now is that the score is settled." Watching to make sure his wife left the room before he continued his eyes passed back to the man across from him. "What happens now? I catch the sailors speaking of the loss at home, and I wait. When do we rise again?" Pressing forward on his knees he folded his hands together. "And yes..yes you are the kind of man who would be running in the woods like this..do not think I am the fool Apollo. You are the only person I know who would kill a man at his own funeral."

Shaden : She jumped as Ealora cursed behind her " really Ealora is all that cursing necessary.. have you not enough drama in your household tonight?" she shivered moving away from the window near the stove and held out her hands for warmth " I was at Agatha's house with her daughter in law and grandchildren.. they are finally resting... and yes it's cold outside " she didn't mention the footprints.. or her scare.. would make her look like some ninny who cried wolf! plus there was enough problems in Ealora's household without a hysterical tired pregnant sister ranting about being chased thru the snow "I'm to tired for tea.. perhaps I should just go to bed have you seen Nic tonight?"

Talion Apollius: ``..I am afraid there won't be any rising up, as you put it..`` He replied with a feeble voice. He watched Maahes wife come in and set his plate down in front of him, then sashay away. Verra nice. He began to cut into his meal. `` I am far too old for that sort of thing anymore. War, conspiracies. Heh. It was all a waste for me, and now I have come to find my son who has been missing for nearly a year. I had heard a rumor he was on a ship from Skye. Shadow Storm, I think it was called..`` He shrugged. ``Saul left Avaria when I told him my intention on not fighting the Steward. He was furious, and left to go and find followers. I am afraid he will get himself killed, and that's not what I want.``

Ealora: "No one ever said I had a civil tongue"She teased with a half hearted grin though it slid from her lips, pulling into a frown again as she moved to Shaden side, grasping her arms and rubbing to warm her. "Shaden are you all right?" There was no fooling her sister! duh! Her frown tugged even tighter as she hugged her sister from behind, to help warm and calm her. She looked like death had been chasing her. "He's in his room s'far as I know.."She released her sister. If she was tired then Ealora wasn't going to keep her. Moving to the cider warming in the stove, she collected two cups and poured each a generous amount before letting out a sigh"Go sleep, I have to go play the good wife"A slight grin curled her lips as she rolled those celadon eyes of hers and headed back out to the men, each was handed a cup to each man. She stopped and turned from leaving. The Shadow Storm? Why were they talking of her ship.

Aslan Burning: "Shadow Storm is the ship of my wife. I'll ask for the logs of the passengers. Are you sure it was the right one? Her ship was a ship like Percivals..pirate." Can you believe that this man married a pirate? "He is too smart to go by his real name, for that I am certain." Maahes brought a hand to scratch his beard in thought. "What was the name of that fool whose neck I still dream of cutting..Lochlan. I'll have her look for that name." Sitting back in his chair as he continued. "You should speak with Campbell. He sees to all the squires on the Isle. He would know your boy.." A smile curled back his lips, "Probably the tallest one there." There was much he would wish to speak to Apollo about, but feared for his wife hearing what was going on.

Shaden : " I’m fine .. fine " she shrugged off Ealora’s attention.. " just tired.. I guess long day.. long week.. long months " she shook her head softly.. copper curls glistening in the dim light " I'm sorry about Agatha.. I know it's a loss for Maahes... and the timing was horrible " there it was that tender heart.. who says she could not love.. who says she was cold.. and unfeeling... the thoughts wrangled about in her mind.. for a moment before a look of annoyance creased her brow.. who was he to judge her.. and why did his voice.. plague her mind so.. love herself indeed.. she didn't need fixing she was fine.. more than fine.. why would she need his help? she grumbled and headed off to her bedchambers.. men!

Talion Apollius: ``I am not certain he would have enlisted himself to fight, but it is a course he could have taken.`` He said, shoveling the food into his mouth and chewing. ``Any help would be much appreciated. I just want my son.`` He admitted, taking a moment to look at his food before swallowing and continuing to eat. It was a sore topic.

Ealora: To late. Arms crossed over her chest as her gaze went from Apollo to Maahes. Waiting for the next one to talk and say what was going on. She didn't understand it but where her ship was concerned, she was the pirate queen, captain. Period. "What does your son have to do with my ship?" Celadon eyes swiveled from Maahes to Apollo and back again. This was going to make her dizzy if she was not careful.

Maahes: "We'll find him. Come to the barracks in the morning and we'll get a search out. I'll put my best men on it. I have..." He paused debating on continuing but thought it would be worth a shot. "I have heard a rumor that there is one boy who has been undefeated in every order. I think they meant to have him compete in England in the joust, and Saul did love it when Lochlan flashed his lance." Dark amber orbs flashed to Ealora, and then settled back upon Apollo. He motioned Ealora on as he continued, "You will stay here for the night. Tomorrow we will ride into town and check upon the list?" As his wife spoke..very much out of place he flashed her an angry look. "Nothing of importance Ealora." With that Maahes would stand his motives for his bed clear behind a worn face. "Would you like anything else? My King?" He would take the empty plate and empty to glass to refill if he wished, but he as well knew old habits


Nic: The Blind Knight was actually within the woman's rooms. Moving about the room as if he were looking for something missing or for something to pop out and go BOO. In truth, he was blind and trying to memorize the room should any problems arise in the middle of the night. He had memorized his, now hers and the rest of the house later. As the door swung open, his head turned to catch the sound of it and instantly he caught the scent of her and grinned. "Busy woman, napping all afternoon, gone all night."

Shaden : She stopped seeing him in her room.. then closed the door.. it was obvious she was a bit peeved over something just by the sound of her heels as she walked.. dropping her cloak over the back of a chair..pulling off gloves, stuffing them in the inner pocket.. " Agatha died tonight I was with her family.. I just got back " the sound of both annoyance and exhaustion plaguing her usual cheerful voice.. " Your up late why are you not sleeping.. does you head ache again " now concerned flowed into her voice as she crossed to him... " you do to much to soon.. how will you ever heal ?"

Nic: His smile dropped at the sound of her voice. His head tilted to catch the sounds of her movements and when she passed by he reached out and clasped her tight by the shoulders, drawing her towards him. He was getting good at this. "I'm so sorry Shaden.." Of anyone that knew her, the old knight knew she was not some coldhearted witch. She cared about people and the old woman’s death had probably hurt her more then she was willing to show. "I haven't been to bed yet. Been memorizing the rooms and now yours in case there is trouble."His arms encircled her waist, drawing her into his body. "I have not had head aches in about a week Shaden. My eyes will heal whether I am resting or doing my duty."Though he did grin down at her then. Considerate of others while troubled herself. He could not help but grin at her concern.

Talion Apollius: ``No thank you, but I would like to ride out. Yes..`` He mumbled and looked away for a long moment. He thought of Saul, his face and how he'd last seen it almost a year ago. He shook his head. ``And I will accept your invitation..````And please, do not call me king any longer..Just Apollo.`` He shown a weak smile to Ealora. ``I am sure your husband can fill you in, my lady..``

Shaden : She was as taut as a pulled hunters bow string.. every muscle in her seemed ready to balk.. run.. as if on alert.. and when he grasp her.. it was as if he grasp a statue for a moment.. it only took a moment though and she relaxed into the comfort of his arms.. " I worry for you.. I still feel that you were hurt on my account.. I cannot help it " she took a deep breath and pressed her forehead against his chest.. " I'm just so tired... " a soft shiver and then she pulled away... heading for the small fireplace to stoke the fire.. up.. it was so cold..

Ealora: Her head tilted, did he just give her an angry glare for inquiring about her ship and the mans son? She bit the inside of her cheek but the return look spoke of trouble later. Her lips pressed tightly together, she turned her head to Apollo and offered the sweetest smile she could muster. "Please, call me Ealora." It was the first time she had met the man, twice had been bluntly honest to the point of being rude and now all sweet? "Oh I'm sure its to much for a simple minded woman as myself. If you'll excuse me, I'll go do my wifely and womanly duties and prepare a room for you." She gave a nod of her head and hips swayed as she marched from the room.*

Maahes: "She's something huh?" He chuckled deeply watching his wife storm out, and gave Apollo his hand upon the man's shoulder. "Rest well." With a shake of his head he moved to follow that little hell cat and to bed himself.

Nic: His hands found the small of his back, rubbing in smile gentle circles as his head dipped to rest against her own as she sank against him. His hands loosened as she pulled away and he listened as she stoked the fire. Reaching a hand out to make sure he was not hitting anything, he moved to find her, grasping her arm to pull her up. Brushing her knuckles against his lips before he covered it with the other and stepped backward. Yes he was memorizing the room well for he lead her straight to the bed. Clasping her within his arms, he wiggled back onto the bed and laid down, pulling her with him. "Sleep now.."A softly uttered command as he stroked the hair away from her face, as if he could see it but somehow he knew it was casting over her eyes before his hand moved down to her backside, stroking lightly for a moment or two before he was pulled her back against him, spooning her backside.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Nic: The Blind Knight was actually within the woman's rooms. Moving about the room as if he were looking for something missing or for something to pop out and go BOO. In truth, he was blind and trying to memorize the room should any problems arise in the middle of the night. He had memorized his, now hers and the rest of the house later. As the door swung open, his head turned to catch the sound of it and instantly he caught the scent of her and grinned. "Busy woman, napping all afternoon, gone all night."

Shaden : She stopped seeing him in her room.. then closed the door.. it was obvious she was a bit peeved over something just by the sound of her heels as she walked.. dropping her cloak over the back of a chair..pulling off gloves, stuffing them in the inner pocket.. " Agatha died tonight I was with her family.. I just got back " the sound of both annoyance and exhaustion plaguing her usual cheerful voice.. " Your up late why are you not sleeping.. does you head ache again " now concerned flowed into her voice as she crossed to him... " you do to much to soon.. how will you ever heal ?"

Nic: His smile dropped at the sound of her voice. His head tilted to catch the sounds of her movements and when she passed by he reached out and clasped her tight by the shoulders, drawing her towards him. He was getting good at this. "I'm so sorry Shaden.." Of anyone that knew her, the old knight knew she was not some coldhearted witch. She cared about people and the old woman’s death had probably hurt her more then she was willing to show. "I haven't been to bed yet. Been memorizing the rooms and now yours in case there is trouble."His arms encircled her waist, drawing her into his body. "I have not had head aches in about a week Shaden. My eyes will heal whether I am resting or doing my duty."Though he did grin down at her then. Considerate of others while troubled herself. He could not help but grin at her concern.

Shaden : She was as taut as a pulled hunters bow string.. every muscle in her seemed ready to balk.. run.. as if on alert.. and when he grasp her.. it was as if he grasp a statue for a moment.. it only took a moment though and she relaxed into the comfort of his arms.. " I worry for you.. I still feel that you were hurt on my account.. I cannot help it " she took a deep breath and pressed her forehead against his chest.. " I'm just so tired... " a soft shiver and then she pulled away... heading for the small fireplace to stoke the fire.. up.. it was so cold..

Nic: His hands found the small of his back, rubbing in smile gentle circles as his head dipped to rest against her own as she sank against him. His hands loosened as she pulled away and he listened as she stoked the fire. Reaching a hand out to make sure he was not hitting anything, he moved to find her, grasping her arm to pull her up. Brushing her knuckles against his lips before he covered it with the other and stepped backward. Yes he was memorizing the room well for he lead her straight to the bed. Clasping her within his arms, he wiggled back onto the bed and laid down, pulling her with him. "Sleep now.."A softly uttered command as he stroked the hair away from her face, as if he could see it but somehow he knew it was casting over her eyes before his hand moved down to her backside, stroking lightly for a moment or two before he was pulled her back against him, spooning her backside.

Shaden : She didn't fight him.. moved easily to the bed and into his embrace for a few moments.. before she was back up again.. " I cannot abide this dam corset one moment longer tonight " she cursed an horrible habit she must have picked up from Ealora.. the stress and strain in her voice peeked as she moved about the room undressing.. and redressing.. in a soft flannel nightgown it was not a gown of seduction but one of practicality.. it was warm.. and soft and snuggly.. made for harsh winters and lonely nights.. once she had snuggled into it she padded back to the bed.. " You'll freeze atop the covers.." hands pulled back the thick blankets and quilts and slipped inside.. with a shiver and a soft sigh.. retaking her spot against him spoon fashion...

Nic: He lay there against the bed, wishing fervently his sight would return at that moment so he could watch her undress. Even in their passion filled moments weeks ago, he could still picture the feel of her body beneath his hands. Even her passion filled moans filled his dreams at night an still he stayed the picture of calm. There was not one ounce of guilt for what had transpired between them and there was no embarrassment. They were adults were they not? Still, in some way he had been robbed by the accident in being able to see her body beneath his moving towards ultimate bliss and he was robbed now as he heard her moving around in getting undressed and redressed. A soft chuckle left his lips as she wiggled beneath the covers he still lay on top of. "Is that a request that I stay?"Though he was all ready moving, kicking his boots off to the floor and moving beneath the covers to snuggle her body against his own again. His hand resting lightly against the small bump of her stomach where the baby grew more each day. His lips found the back of her neck, placing a gentle kiss as he let out a sigh. "I caught glimpse of color the other day...when you were fighting with Maahes.."

Shaden : She rolled over in his arms.. the candles long extinguished.. only the flicker of firelight playing over his features.. "Nic.... that is wonderful.. " the smile in her voice the relief.. of a good sign.. was obvious... " Why didn't you tell me sooner ?" a hand lifted to caress his cheek and smooth over his eyelids tenderly... " It's a good sign you will regain your sight.. I'm so happy.. did you tell Avery ?" it was most comforting the intimacy they shared.. no expectations.. no guilt.. or remorse... a common bond of caring for each other that was deep and true.. more than friends but less than lovers... somehow.. though.. what lay between them was more precious than any lover she had taken.. for it was the trust in him.. the absolute knowledge that he only wanted the best for her.. that was what allowed her to sleep.. peacefully beside him... when she slept.. at all

Nic: His fingers loosened from their hold as she rolled over and he let out another chuckle before he let his arm settle back around her once more"You were fighting with your brother...needed to make up with your sister. My momentary glimpse of color was unimportant at the time." His lids fell closed as he felt her fingers against his face and he let out a sigh of contentment as he gave her side a squeeze. "I haven't gotten a chance to see or tell her, but I will. It is a very good sign."Though in the back of his mind the man was doubting whether it was a good sign or not. He hadn't seen any colors since. "I worry for you though. You go and go and go. Not to mention something is troubling you..I can not see you but I feel you Shaden, as deeply as I can feel my own heart beating in my chest. Talk to me sweetheart.."His hand lifted from her side to move up and through her hair. Silvery blue eyes with the shadows in them seemed to be moving over her face, seeing her beyond the blindness. He couldn't see her but he didn't need to. He knew her, could see her face in his mind as clearly as if he were looking right at her.

Shaden : "do not worry for me I am fine.. really.. it's just Agatha dying.. and the grief of her family.. that poor little mute girl.. She died in front of the child.. having an argument with Ealora and Maahes.. I'm afraid it will cause them more grief in their marriage.. I worry for them they are like fire and ice.." she shivered and snuggled into him more.. yawning softly.. " I promised Avery I would take it easy.. and thought coming here would do so.. but there is so much to do, and now with Agatha dead.. someone has to help her family.. and the orphans.. " she stretched and rolled back over snuggling against him once again in spoon fashion.. pulling his arm about her middle.. " It seems everywhere I look there is so much need "

Nic: "I feel for the child but children are resilient, they bounce back and with Maahes and Ealora, and her family still alive. The little one will pull through." Her yawn had his lips curling into a grin. "Shaden, did you not say their love was one in a million? Have they not gotten through all that has happened and still stand strong. Love like that is not easily broken. I disagree, I do not think they are like fire and ice, those two do not go together. I think they are much the same, which is why they fit so perfectly together and why also they disagree. No one ever said marriage was easy but it is worth it with the right person. It is not about heirs and sex and owning someone. Marriage is saying, your life will not go unnoticed, because I will notice it. Your life will not go unwitnessed, because I will be your witness. You will not go unloved, because I will love you, despite the hardships, despite the fighting, I will truly love you, for you." His arm rose as she stretched and rolled and then lowered again to pull her back against him. "It is not because some of us can not accept such a thing as that, marriage, as part of us or worthy for us. Or even unmeant for us. It is finding the person that will understand that commitment of marriage, that will understand the path of our lives and the road that fate leads us and is willing to travel in the same direction." His fingers curled with her own as she pulled his arm about her middle and he let out a chuckle. "Shaden, you have a great need to care for everyone. It is one of the greatest qualities of you. I do not mean to sound harsh sweetheart but let the Lord and the Lady of the land worry over the people of their land unless they ask of your assistance. You can not do it all."

Shaden : "I know.. it just seems...as if I'm helping then.. I'm..." she sighed " I don't know how to explain.. it.. I just feel useless.. sometimes" she listened as he spoke of marriage and commitment.. it certainly seemed to be what Maahes and Ealora shared... and he was right she did believe that they would weather any storm.. they had already and now with a baby on the way it cemented their commitment.. " your right it's not my place. here.. in fact.. I feel quite out of place here.. I enjoy spending time with my sister.. but it's not... my home... a few more days and then we shall return to the Lily... " her fingers laced over his softly, never once did she consider his speech on marriage was about anything more than Ealora and Maahes state of union.. " There is much to do before it opens.. on New Years Eve "
Nic: "Your not useless Shaden"He breathed against her head, snuggling his face near the back of her head. "I am not saying it is not your place, however if Ealora does not mention doing anything for the family in the next day or two, then perhaps bring it up yourself. Or offer to take care of it and she agrees, then proceed. We stay for a few more days, you rest and then yes we will return to the Lily and I will help you with anything you still need to do." He pulled his head away from hers to yawn and squeeze her fingers within his own.

Shaden: Who knew that.. she was such a control freak.. that was truly the base of the problem.. she couldn't stand to see a problem that she could fix.. or repair go.. undone.. this independence in her was almost pathological.. in essence no doubt part of her past.. now become a near obsession... " thank you Nic... you are too good to me sometimes " she almost purred.. lifting his hand to her lips and kissing his knuckles softly... they had not spoken of the night of passion they had shared.. just resumed their lives as if it had never happened.. yet there was a new comfort and tenderness between them.. " I want to hold a ball.. New Years Eve.. a twelfth night ball and invite everyone.. all the ladies shall were only white.. and the Lilies will arrive late.. down the grand staircase.. dressed gold.. shining amongst the pale of the others... what do you think?"

Nic: His head shifted on his own pillows again as he snuggled close to her hair again. He loved her scent. Unique and only hers. He could tell her from a mile away and never have to actually see her. "It sounds like a grand idea. Why twelfth night?" He grinned near the back of her head. No doubt it would be a spectacular event. She had a great taste for both household items and clothing and she had helped Ealora plan the Fall Festival. The woman just seemed to have a knack for this type of thing. He prayed, silently, he had his sight back by then in order to actually see it come to life. "And what shall the mistress of the house wear?"

Shaden : Because it symbolizes a new beginning.. and that is what the Lily is a future for me.. and this one " her hand caressed his .. over her belly... " I think I shall were white as well.. it's a night for the Lilies not their pregnant boss lady.. by then I will be showing greatly I would think.." she blushed.. as he nuzzled against her hair and leaned back.. " I will of course need a dance partner.. can I count on you to help me waddle about?"

Nic: "Despite wearing white, you will still capture the heads of many. You always do. You're beautiful inside and out you know."He mumbled from within her hair with a small chuckle. His lids closed as her hand caressed his over her stomach and he let out a sigh, it was not sad, simply from the caress of her hand. "You will shine even if you are showing greatly as you say and you may count on me whenever you wish. I would be happy to be your waddle partner...I mean dance partner. Shall the men be wearing white as well?"

Shaden : " no I think they shall wear dark colors...very elegant.. and subdued.. I want the Lilies to shine.. steal the show.. be breathtaking..." she stretched and then cuddled back into him " it will be one of the few times I could wear white and not be accused of .. falsehood" she laughed teasingly " I do not look forward to being fat.. but.. I look forward already to holding this baby in my arms.. it fills me.. with so much joy... it's truly.. a miracle..." it was odd.. how Nicholas seemed to view her one way.. and Jean another.. was she so confusing.. such a puzzle.. probably.. that was what made her interesting.


Nic: "I honestly can not wait to...see it."He hummed with a chuckle, his fingers caressing over the small bump of her stomach as she stretched back and cuddled back against his front. "I believe you.."Speaking of her falsehood and wearing white though there was a smile that curled his lips. With another yawn, he was snuggling into her hair once more. "The best miracle." He mumbled into her hair. "Sleep now.."He whispered against her ear as lids closed and he pulled in a sigh only to release it. He felt her relax beside him, heard her breathing evening out into the slow deep steady breaths of sleep and soon, his own sent him into the deep recessive of sleep as he held onto the woman through the night.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Maahes: The Sitting Room: A room in the house where you can sit down and relax. Maahes did just that. The day had come to a close, the women cleaned upon the kitchen, and Maahes sat in his chair. What a day this had been..Though he was conditioned by death it was still hard to let someone go. Aggie had been buried within the downs as she had always loved to take Eppie there to play. The bitter cold had seen them all huddled together, many swore that their tears would freeze before hitting the ground in which the elderly woman was sent to rest. The body only sleeps as the soul lives forever, still rang in the ears of a Beast, and all through dinner Maahes had been so very quiet having felt comfort for the first time in the words of a Christian pastor. The child of honey colored hair sat close to the fire pit stacking the wooden animals of distant lands upon the back of another, a toy from Maahes's country. "But sir, She does not even speak." One of the refugees had told Maahes as he swore to care for the child, and take her into their home. Maahes would only give the man a dry look, "Better that way." He returned closing his hand around the much smaller digits of the child. She would be cared for as if she were his own, just as he had done with Galen back in Avaria before the boy left to revenge his own right. Maahes had done everything in his power to keep Galen h ere on the Isle but the spirited son of the Pirate had Peregrin's same hard headed temper, and he knew if he let him go perhaps someday he would return. When one of the servants passed through upon the rounds of the night she had asked Maahes if he was in need of anything, and the General broke from his thoughts, "Will you see to it Ealora's sister finds time to speak with me." The woman gave a smile and went out to find this Shaden..

Shaden: After Dinner Ealora had went with Sam and Taylor to take food to the Grieving family of women that Agatha had left behind.. not wanting to intrude on the duties of the Lady of the Land.. Shaden had taken Nic’s recommendation and stayed at the temple.. indulging in a bath and relaxing... it was just after she had dressed for bed.. and crawled into it.. pulling out a small square of blue linen she was embroidering for a blanket for the baby that the door was knocked upon and the servant.. told her of the Generals wishes to speak to her... Slipping on a woolen robe that was more modest than nuns wore.. and slippers of fleece and wool.. she followed the servant into the sitting room.. " You wished to see me Maahes is something wrong.. where is Ealora?" she looked around seeing no one save him and the child... " Is she not back yet?"

Maahes: Another subject was at hand inside the mind of a man whose thoughts moved around the objects of war..yet he would still all thought in the very moment, "Is she not with you?" He sat forward from his chair and met the eyes of the woman, "She must still be in the kitchen." Yes a long talk would have to be given with his wife. "Nothing is wrong, I just wish to ask of a favor." He motioned for the chair across from him, one that rocked when pressed. The bright blue eyes of the toddler turned to Shaden and she gave a small smile before returning to her toys. The serf from before returned shortly with a tray of tea in cups unlike in town and a pot of brass. "Green tea. Helps restore the insides." He motioned to the scar that ran his side looking as fresh a cut then a healed wound. This was the stab of all, the one that sent him to heaven he was sure only to be brought back by the hands of the healer. This was the same cut that would be his death in years to come.

Shaden : " A favor ?" coppery curls tilted to the side as she nodded, taking the seat he offered.. a smile given to the golden haired child.. as she took one of the toys offered.. and held it only to release it back in a moments time when the child needed it for stacking once more.. Curling up in the chair her legs tucked beneath her robe.. she rocked back and forth slightly in the chair.. by swaying motion of her body " You know you don’t' even have to ask Maahes we are family... please.. what can I do ?" her smile was soft and warm.. a few days rest here had done her well despite the sad circumstances of Agatha's death.. and the scare she had returning from her Daughter in Laws home.. which she was now convinced was just a mixture of exhaustion and cold working overtime on her nerves and imagination.

Maahes: "I would like for you to relax." Spoken very plainly and as simple as the task of breathing. "I can see the stress inside you, and it kills me to know no sword can fix it." He sat back again inside his oversized chair pulling his wrap around his chest to conceal the flesh that chilled from the draft. "I owe you many things, and you should know by now anything I can do to help will be done." Crossing his arms over his chest, "but what I ask can not be told to Ealora..not yet." Maahes took a deep breath and pressed forward to lean against his knees. "I have been looking for a boy by the name of Saul Tallion, though he would be going by another name. Tall..dark hair..very skilled swordsmen..Will you ask your girls if they have serviced such a boy..though by now he is a man I am sure?"

Shaden : " I will ask at the Lily and other sources I have.. " by now it would be known if not... suspected that she had more contacts than most full fledge crown spies.. " I hate to keep anything from Ealora.. but.. if you ask it I will.. unless it brings you danger.. then I cannot.." there was no if's and's or buts.. that was her conditions.. fini` done.. " on the other subject.. I am doing the best I can.. with what I have been given.. I do not mean for you and Ealora to worry over me so.. I will be fine... I assure. you.. After I get the Lily open.. on New Years Eve.. things should settle down.. " it was the best she could do to appease him.. she still had so many unanswered questions that needed be put to rest.. and would likely not.. just a matter of time healing all wounds... time... the great.. balance.. the justifier.. the cleanser.. all would be better in time... at least she clung to that... as if it were a saving grace.

Ealora: The door to the little cottage closed shut behind the trio. The family had been very grateful for the food and naturally wanted to discuss what would become of little Eppie. They had enough on the plates to worry about a little girl and as Maahes had said, they would take care of her, as one of their own. The snow crunched under nine boots that rang out in unison of their walk. Ealora clutched the purple cloak around her shoulders. A gift from Liliana and Kendrew the same as the Celadon color as her eyes. "Ealora..whats got you so quiet?" Sam inquired to her right and Ealora just grinned with a shake of her head. "Just thinking of Eppie..since Maahes and I are in an agreement to raise the little one, I am thinking of making a room for her. All her own.."Her voice fell there and did not pick up as they trudged the snow blanketed path back towards the temple.

Maahes: "I am in no danger, but could be if the boy is not found." And that would be all he would speak of that matter. "I would like to hire you a guard, and though Nic is a good man he will not defend you with this growing threat." Oops. "Ealora as well. I go tomorrow to pay who I must to see to it she is taken care of. The pirate's ship has been gone now for two days but still I can not rest." Where was that wife of his? "I should have taken his head when I could." Standing then Maahes's shadow filled the wall at his back as the fire stretched over his body. Eppie flinched and covered her eyes to only warrant a frown from the Beast. This poor child..Bending to take the shaken babe within his arms and wrapped her in the remains of his Arabic robe. "Too young to witness what you did." He spoke as his massive limbs held her tightly against him and for a moment she struggled to fight away the sleep, but he would walk slowly around the firepit until she was closing her eyes and fighting no longer.

Shaden : " Nic is a fine guard and I don't' need another.. really.. " she would not betray him in anyway especially not replacing him , the blow to his pride alone would be horrific " I will accept and escort back to town when we go.. but that is all.. Maahes I'm perfectly safe at the Lily.. " the ship was gone from the harbor.. why did that bother her so.. she was furious with Jean Claude.. who though he knew how to FIX her.. well she wasn't some ..machine or toy that needed mending.. yet.. it did annoy her that he had left.. without so much as a note.. undying love indeed.. pretty poetry and a crystal rose.. all the same... in the end.. he was gone.. like so many before him.. " I will ask the questions you wish in town.. and let you know what I find out " she smiled as he fathered the child swaying her back and forth as he walked until she slept soundly..

Ealora: "Tomorrow..I want you two to return to town, continue the repairs on the Shadow Storm..in my..condition, I can not even think to follow Maahes into battle when it comes but I love you two like brothers, know the two you love me as well..this is why I want the two of you to go in my stead. I will follow in a day or two to help in any way I can with the repairs and talk to the rest of the men about command. I will...not be going on any more adventures I think." Honeyed voice rose against the bitter chill as the peaks of the temple came into sight. Her hands rubbing one against the other to chase the chill away from her fingers though she was fairly shuddering out of her boots. Damnable snow and winter, though the snow was glorious, the cold was just to much. She did not even turn to see the two men staring at each other with deep frowns before turning their attention back to the woman as they both agreed in unison to what she asked. As they rounded the corner of the temple that was her home, a rider was dismounting in the yard. Savy had his hand on the horses bridle. "May I help you sir?"She called out and the man turned, letter in hand. "Lookin fer a miz Ealora Malory Asad- errrmm azim..azum.." Ealora's lips curled into a smile as her eyes rolled skyward then down again. "I am her.." She moved forward to take the letter, passing a few coins to the man for his long ride and delivery so late in the night. "Go inside both of you, to the kitchens for a brandy or a hot drink. Thank you for going with me."She spoke to her two men behind her and immediately the men moved towards the door. seemed the chill was chasing them too. As she followed the two men inside, the seal on the letter was broken and unfolded. Her boot and elbow were the ones to close the door behind her.

Maahes: That's Mrs.! Maahes would have corrected had he been standing outside, "I'll be stationing men then at the door if you will not allow them in." Hearing the door he stilled in his steps and turned dark eyes towards the hall. She had better not be just getting in. "I'm going to put her in bed." Maahes said to Shaden, but kept his eyes turned towards the door. What did she have? Moving out into the halls he stood there staring at his wife with a dark heavy gaze. "It's dark outside." He grumbled though seeming less threatening with a sleeping babe in his arms.

Shaden : "Fine you can send guards but.. Nic will still be in charge " she grumbled he knew full well she wouldn't allow men to stand outside in the snow to guard her that was just silly.. damnable man.. knew her too well.. she grumbled under her breath as he left with the child.. She too rose.. and headed back to her bedchamber.. apparently he was done talking to her... it was unladylike to snort.. but she did it anyway..., stopping long enough to spy Ealora Sam and Taylor back in the kitchen safe and sound.. she smiled and trundled off to finish up her quilt square and get some sleep.

Ealora: "You noticed that to hmm?"A smile curled her lips as she folded the letter and stuck it inside her dress, yes stuck it inside her dress right against her breast where the dress pulled the tightest. Her eyes rose to meet his own before shifting behind him to smile and wink at Shaden as she moved towards Maahes holding her arms out for the little one. "Give me our daughter, I'll put her to bed..you go back into the room and sit." Her eyes traveled back to Shaden retreating to her bedroom. "Just where do you think you're going?"She teased.

Maahes: "What were you doing outdoors?" He clutched the child and shifted her against his shoulder as he made himself clear he wasn't giving her up. She was warm against him, and he feared she would be cold. "Shaden is going to bed because it is dark..that is where you go when it gets dark." He replied rather bitter at her jesting tone with him.

Shaden: She sensed the tension between the two and sought to ease it with a joke " I’m going to bed because.. Everyone keeps telling me to relax and take it easy yet each time I'm in bed either you or Maahes are demanding I get out" she winked at her sister and poked Maahes teasingly in the ribs.. " Perhaps tonight I could take Eppie while you to.. have an alone moment?" the look she gave them both plainly said.. you two need to kiss and make up for Christ sake Her hands lifted to take the child, her eyes daring him to.. deny her " I need the practice after all " she grinned.

Ealora: "I went to take the leftovers from dinner to the Agatha's family. Sam and Taylor went with me.."The cloak was unbuttoned and she moved to hang it upon a peg on the wall before turning back to look at her sister and her husband. A sly grin curled her lips with one brow perking upward making it look like all the more that she was hatching a most evil plot. "We both mean you work to hard and need to take it easy, not sleep all day long.."In the arms of your guard. Oh she could of said it but didn't. No need for Maahes to rage and besides, Shaden was a big girl and could take care of herself. It was Nic she worried for, Maahes in a temper and Nic couldn't see. Not a good combination. Well if Maahes was not going to give her the baby, she wasn't going to argue or fight with him and wake the little one up. It was way past her bedtime anyway's and since she was asleep against Maahes all ready, no need to make a scene. "I am in need of a hot drink, excuse me."She was indeed freezing and brushed past the two of them to head into the kitchens.

Maahes: He gave a heavy sigh and passed the child to Shaden. What was Ealora's problem anyway? "Sam and Taylor?" Ha! What were they going to do? bytch slap their enemies? "See why I need to hire her a real guard." Releasing the wrap from his shoulders he curled the heavy fabric around Shaden and Eppie's body to ease the cold. "Wake me if she does?" He asked as dark eyes moved to the kitchen, and soon he would follow suit.

Shaden : She may not have said it.. but Shaden could tell she wanted to.. the look in her eyes was..enough.. disapproval and judgment.. just as she had feared.. most.. that Ealora would think that Shaden bedded every man who was near.. she took the child and nodded stiffly to them both "Goodnight.. rest well " and turned.. already making up her mind that they would leave for the Lily after breakfast in the morning.. it was obvious Ealora and Maahes needed time without guest to sort thru matters.. and Shaden's presence only added chaos and problems.. anyway she preferred her own bed.. soon enough she and the little one would be tucked into bed.. and hopefully the married folks would do what married folks do to make things right with the world..

Ealora: Ealora wasn't judging Shaden who was in her bed. Hell, Ealora couldn't judge that or anything else anyone did with her own past as dark as tarr. She was simply worried about her welfare, and about Nic's intention. He seemed an honorable man but even Ealora knew she was a bad judge of character. She paused long enough to press a kiss against Eppie forehead as she was transferred to Shaden's arms. The little girl had captured Ealora's heart from day one. Moving into the kitchens, she paused by the stove to warm her hands over the coals which still glowed a deep orange. Celadon eyes passed to the window then down as she fished the letter from inside her dress and unfolded it again, holding that within one hand, she moved to collect a pitcher of cider and set it near the stove to warm as she scanned the letter once more.

Maahes: He moved into the kitchen letting the silence filter around him as if to speak of the tension between the pair. "I.." He started but took a deep breath in his surrender. "Going to bed." He palmed the plates left upon the table and put them away. "Should I just sleep on the couch?" Skipping forward to that part made more sense anyway's.

Ealora: "Why should you sleep on the couch?"The letter was folded and lay on the counter top as she moved to collect the pitcher and a mug and pour an amount of it into the cup. Celadon eyes lifted to meet amber ones as her head tilted just in a slant as if adding to the question. "I am not mad at you Maahes. Though I should be..Sam and Taylor have been very good friends to me, like family. They have been in my crew for many...many years. Yes, they are gay. but that does not mean they can not fight. Now you're talking of hiring a guard for me and telling me the other night that what you discussed with Apollo is unimportant. I don't know whether you don't think I'm capable of handling whatever challenge it is that is present or if you don't want to upset me because of my condition. I agreed with you the other night that we should hire someone because I'm not going to be doing any fighting while pregnant and I just told Sam and Taylor tonight that I'll not be going on any more adventures. I knew when I married you my days on ship were numbered. That time has come and gone."She stopped to take a drink of the warm liquid before setting it down to rub at her hands. Lord did she hate the cold! "My brother is in town..in Turas Lan.."She pointed to the letter then and let out a sigh. "He wants to meet you..." Was that a fight breaker? She hoped so, she didn't want to fight.

[malicecampbell]

She had not stayed behind at Paradise Point to watch her Lover buried.. His soul had fled his body the moment thick beastly hands had snapped his neck into.. The sound like dried reeds.. How could she have heard them so far away, across the square from them.. And yet she did somewhere in the bowels of her gut.. Like a grating of stone against slate…How many times had she pleaded.. Begged.. Threatened.. Fought.. To have him let this miserable hunt of Ealora go… to leave his sister to her life so they could get on with theirs.. But he had not listened.. Men never did.. Instead he had proceeded with his plan to tear apart her life at the seams.. At the Time Malice had not understood that need.. Now she ached with it…Vengeance.. Punishment.. Judgment.. Death.. The hardened black heart that beat beneath the pale skin lurched… he was gone.. Forever.. The one person on earth.. Heaven or hell.. That understood her.. Perhaps the only one who ever would.. And now he was dead.. What was done with his body didn’t matter.. It was flesh and bone.. Decaying rot… it was his soul… that she missed… his touch…his breath…

Three weeks of misery upon a ship Three weeks of rage and hatred bottled up into a small cabin.. Seeped in loneliness. And time with the voices in her head.. Three weeks of sleepless night in which to hatch her revenge.. To make sure it spread like a plague upon the nation that Maahes served.. Touching all those he knew.. The ramifications of Kaels death would rage thru the Island nation … searing everything in it’s path tearing down destroying.. Without mercy or thought she would see to it.. And in the end She would watch the Beast stripped of everything he cherished.. Loved.. Touched… they too would become decay and rot.. She would visit her Vengeance upon Skye.. Upon The Lord General of Skye.. How he would rue the day he ever took up that mantle.. When it would only bring destruction in his name.

There were those factions of political maneuverings that wished the Tiny Island nation to turn back to the ways of the Church and the Papacy in particular.. The commoners and even purported the Duchess herself being of the Heathen ways.. Proved a obstacle to this… the best way to turn ignorance to any path was thru fear… and it was this she plotted with the Vatican’s Cardinal Evona… The people of Skye were virtually savages.. Heathens ignorant to the point of being sheep.. Common folk uplifting themselves.. Was a bane to those bone of nobility such as she.. And more so to the Vatican..who could not allow the strength that was gathering on Skye to.. Bloom under any guise that was not Holy… Deals struck.. Plans made.. Men given to her command.. This dark harbinger of death.. Think not the Church is above using such…weapons to garner the sheaves.. To bring the sheep to the Shepard and glorify his Name…


Outside the areas that were populated on the Island there were many a hiding place.. Hidey holes left behind from long ago, caves bored into the rock when the rock was still beneath the waves.. Volcanic hiccups that left tunnels and voids.. These would become the Labyrinth.. The fortress from which the evil flowed into the lands.. The epicenter… sending out the vectors with their plagues…

In the dead of the night the carts were loaded from dark ships bearing crimson flags…with gold crosses. Men in dark clothing groaned under the weight of the cages.. As beast snarled from within.. The sound of canine teeth gnashing and gnawing.. “ Don’t get to close.. If your infected.. There is no hope.. The Lunar Madness will be upon you to “ words or warning issued in the night… as they wagons begin to creak toward the matrix of caves beneath the lands… Throughout the night the wolves would be loosed all about Skye..into the fields, the forest.. And even the edges of town and villages.. And especially around Red Wall.. But two cages remained… headed for the caves.. In these no sound from canines fell, only the dark deep rumble of beast.. So loud it would shake the heart of the men nearby with it’s vibrations..

Weeks passes as the wolves begin to sow the seeds of madness.. Infecting everything they came in contact with… livestock.. Wildlife.. Men…children.. Attacks were sporadic as the plague begin it’s march throughout the land…First came the wolves.. Then came the influx of Friars and Priest.. Traveling the lands preaching and out crying the plague of abomination stirring the common folks.. The outlying villagers.. “ IF your Nation were in favor of the Lord.. Would such plagues be visited upon you.. Free yourself of heathen sin.. Turn to the church.. Confess and be blessed in the Lord.. “ the plague of the Papacy was almost as rabid as the wolves… “ Tis the season to celebrate the Birth of our Lord.. Save yourselves “ the power of fear was awe-inspiring.. And in those weeks… many were converted… The stirring of the people had begun Men in wolves skins prowled the night inciting fear.. Of the demonic.. Witchcraft.. The old ways.. And those who practiced them.. Called into question when talk of beast like wolves who walked on two feet and howled at the moon leave only one set of tracks not two cattle and livestock slaughtered and left strewn about the fields and vales.. Bloody corpses of animals nailed to trees about which pentagrams were drawn whispers now around fires and tables .. In taverns and pubs.. “who shall save us.. God in heaven above.. Save us “ the foundation of fear had been laid.

Meanwhile in the Labyrinth fortress construction took place.. A row of cells bound by iron bars and stone walls of the earth itself.. Lay in wait for the coming prisoners. Malice inspected everything.. Tireless plotting ever more to bring about the exquisite pain.. She could almost feel the beast breath as he gasp seeing what she had wrought on his life… she would savor his death… bath in his blood…make it last for days on end until he begged for his pitiful life…for there would be nothing left of it to enjoy.. She would see to it…

The roaring beast in their corrals were fed great haunches of meat.. each night.. No one dared the cages save Malice.. Each night she would settled to watch them feed.. Watching the way their jaws crunched, broke and fractured the bones of the animals they were fed.. Dark Lashes closed as she soaked in the pure essence of mastication of flesh and sinew.. It would sound much the same of humans she thought… Her head tilting this way and that to memorize the sound.. The Papal Priest who happened by would cross himself.. Surely she was the devils own.. Such a vile creature consumed with hatred and death.. And yet he watched her from the shadows captivated unable to look away as she dropped to all fours approaching the beast… as he mauled a backstrap from a roe dear.. The lion’s mane shook , a low rumble of warning… a gargantuan paw slapping over the haunch protectively.. As the girl neared.. She bared her teeth.. Crystalline blue hues glinted with hellish power… a hiss.. Palms against the aged dust that settled everywhere within the underground maze coating her with the same ocher color as the beast before her.. The roar of the beast.. Had the priest clutching his rosary.. In his minds eyes seeing the great feline crushing the dark head of the demon spawn named Malice.. It’s sound echoing off the stone walls of the Labyrinth and down it’s tunnels like a call from hell itself.. Made the men and friars shudder in fear.. What devil demons the woman had brought to these shores.. Surely no such creature was of God? Teeth bared fangs dripping with the blood and gore of his meal.. again the animal roared it’s warning.. To the female encroacher.. She lifted then this Malice.. Dark Angel of hell.. Making a sound of dominion over the beast.. Falling onto the haunch of meat.. with her hands and mouth.. She took the meal of the beast.. Raw bloody flesh torn from bone and the big cat backed away cowered by the pure evil of the creature before him… watching her feast.. even nature was submissive to such wicked evilness..

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Shaden: Shaden had spent most of the day making sure the decorations went up as planned.. and now the Lily was truly gilded and glittering with Yule decorations. Fresh evergreen boughs sheltered every doorway and arch, wreaths, and garland strung through out , golden ribbons and streamers wrapping them, and blown glass ornaments in golds and silvers.. there did not seem to be a surface that was nod touched with some kind of decoration.. To this end the Ladies of the Lily were still in the great room placing the finishing touches.. on the Yule tree.. that shown resplendent in tones of silver and gold.. and scented the room with the soft fresh smell of winter fir.

Nic: He would of been there to help them decorate but he feigned illness. Not really lying about it. The headache started the night before and left his room looking as if a tornado had taken place inside. Covers strewn across the floor beside the bed, clothing across the rest of the open space within the room. Tossing and turning all night, the headache had him sweating as if the summer heat was covering the land except for the snow outside. When Gerda had come to check on him midday, he called through the door that he was ill, just a stomach thing. No worries. No need to worry her, the ladies or Shaden when she was in a mood to decorate the house. It was better having her in a good mood when she was so upset for days past. The window was thrust open letting in the cold air of winter, to help ease the headache and yet it did not ease and finally had the man pretty much passed out on top of the mattress sans blankets. When finally he had awoken, it was night and he could hear the ladies sill downstairs laughing and talking while things were moved around, decorations being put up. Throwing on a change of clothes and leaving the shirt untucked, he thrust the door open to the room and headed downstairs only to take a lean against the frame of the great room. "Looks like a Christmas elf threw up in here. "He teased with a grin against his lips. The headache was gone.

Shaden: A copper head lifted from it's scrutiny of one last box of decorations.. and turned to him smiling " Really hmmmm you don't believe in Christmas Cheer..?" she settled the decorations on the sofa.. as the girls looked at her playfulness toward the guard.. locking her hands behind her back she fairly sashayed over to him.. with that.. ohhh this is going to be fun glitter in her eyes... " I would think a man in your position would enjoy such tiny joys of the season?" what was she up to as she came to stand just before him copper brow raised in teasing challenge.

Nic: "I believe in Christmas cheer..but perhaps you have enough for the both of us." He continued to grin at her before his attention seemed to turn to the courtesans in training. "Good Evening Ladies.." and then his attention was sweeping back to her as she came swaying over. A brow seemed to raise in question to both her own question and the look on her face. "A man in my position? A guard can enjoy the Yule season..this is in fact the first I will be spending it in one place. The tree looks particularly lovely however any more gold and you'll take away from the ladies at the twelfth night ball." A sly grin began to spread across his lips as his arms moved behind his own back and clasped there as he pushed up from the frame of the great room doorway.

Shaden : She smiled wickedly.. oh something was up.. " as you wish Sir Stryker.. no Christmas Cheer or tradition for you " behind her the girls burst out into fits of giggles.. some covering their mouths with their hands and others just down right laughed and held their middles " As I have enough for the both of us " she gave him that.. oh you so lost out look, it glittered provocatively in the depths of her glacial green hues as they lifted upward to the mistletoe above his head.. " Your loss " she winked and turned back to her.. group of giggling ladies... gathering a roll of ribbon and humming softly.. such a tease.

Nic: "Well now...that is unfair, I just said I missed out on Yule tidings when being a guard...a knight and I am losing and to what I have no clue.” His hand came to his chest and he gave a groan. "You ladies wound me to the heart, it bleeds, it pours, such teasings. I can not take it."That smile came to his lips again and he let out a laugh till he followed her look upward. Yes, followed her look upward. He blinked, several times before letting out a sigh of defeat. Ah yes, he knew what was going on. "Ah! Mistletoe.."He reached out, grasping her about the hip and pulled her back to him under the hanging bit of plant. "It's bad luck to stand under a mistletoe and not kiss the one your standing under it with. Or did you not know that?" He gave a wiggle of his brows as his other hand lifted, pushing back the copper curls from her face as he dipped to brush his lips against her own as his thumb stroked at her cheek and he held that kiss for a moment before finally releasing her. "There..no bad luck for such a beautiful woman..I'll not have it. It would be a crime against humanity."

Jean: "And it is humanity we do serve to protect is it not Monsieur?" Jean-Claude's voice carried from the shadows of the hall that lead from the door, and like a man pulled from behind a sheet of silk he moved from the dark. The shadows Mademoiselle Aramoire you have out done yourself." Taking a turn about the room he opened his palms as if he could take in the beauty with touching the feeling such a sight brought, but as he turned to face them once again his hands fell to his sides. "Do not loose that spirit, Shaden life is too short to not adore Christmas."

Shaden : She blushed as she was grasp spun and kissed with tenderness.. her eyes wide as she realized he had followed her gaze.. " Nic.. can you see?" she whispered as the kiss ended with a soft proclamation of crimes and humanity , yet she did not chuckled at his flamboyant jest, as the answer to her question was not of a laughing manner.. indeed it would be a Yule miracle if his sight had returned.. a delicate hand lifted to stroke the dark hair from his brow as she questioned him.. When Jean seemed to appear from the shadows she jumped.. his voice startling her.. with it's dark rich timbre, her hands laying on Nicholas's shoulders lightly as she turned watching him, Nic's hands still lightly on her waist.. " The Lily's did most of it.. I was just the orchestrater.. " she smiled enjoying his obvious enjoyment of the decorations.. " It is my most favorite time of the year.. " she smiled softly " it seems to bring out the best in everyone.. and a peace.. " she smiled softly yes she truly believed... but then made a teasing jest " Partly because it's to cold to cause much trouble I think" she :shivered.. in mock cold.. " Come Gerda has just set out mulled cider and bread pudding for us.. will you both join us ?" a soft swish of skirts and she was moving back toward the gathering about the tree that was in the final throws of being decorated.

Nic: "so is a kiss, if you really mean it."He retorted ignoring his part about humanity. What would the man know of protecting humanity. Gloves hand groaned as he squeezed Shaden's side then released her. "Not completely..but yes.."In answer to her question as he watched the shadow of her moving towards the gathering. It was like looking through frosted glass. Seeing color but only oblong shapes and not actually what the shape was. Though people he could distinguish by their movements. Unless horses and dogs learned to walk on two legs, he was relatively safe in assuming human from animal. "Allow me to pour the cider..been a while since I could do it without putting my finger in the glasses." As he spoke, he moved in behind her. Pausing to glare at Jean Claude. He knew what he had done to Shaden...to her family and the man was not welcome in his company, but it was Shaden's home so he would tolerate it.

Jean: "Then this is reason to celebrate, a toast to the miracle of the season?" Folding his hands behind his back, the gloved digits laced together and he allowed endless night eyes to sweep over said Lily's. "And for such artists eyes, as it a true masterpiece of decoration." Gentle thin lips would curl in the sweetest of smiles, one to melt ice upon even the most frozen. Taking the cider he would pass upon the pudding explaining to the woman he could not stay long and just wished to check in upon the Mistress. "Fear not, Monsieur Stryker, the tide will soon wash me away." He spoke to the man as the women moved about the room, peeling back the black silk of his glove and correcting a candle upon the tree so wax would not spill. Navy eyes would concentrate upon the flame for what felt like eternity, drawn to it like some dazed moth living only to burn. Standing correct then he tilted back his chin to speak, and caught the glare Nic was giving. "But you will write me? Tell me of our Rose and the bloom that beholds before your eyes?" He asked with sincerity in his voice, and in a kind honest tone.

Shaden: She knew he was very closed to speaking of his blindness but she couldn't help the radiant smile that hovered on her lips.. at his admission that some of his sight had returned as he moved behind her.. and settled to pour the cider she leaned over and whispered in his ear " It' wonderful.. news.. I've prayed for it each night" a soft squeeze to his shoulders from behind the sofa where she stood surveying the tree and the males that seemed to be... well... territorial in nature.. Then her eyes turned to Jean.. as she took an ornament and held it.. it's amber blown glass reflecting the light beautifully.. as it spun from a tiny gold thread.. " I had heard the Ship had left the harbor... I did not expect your presence so soon..." was she still miffed with him.. yes.. but her tone was so sweet.. fix her indeed... it was insulting.. that he though her so damaged she needed.. fixing.. but as he spoke to Nic of Our Rose... her brow raised oddly in question.. the sincerity.. was it a trick.. a ruse.. or was it real.. she hated when she had made up her mind about someone.. and then.. something happened to change it.. it was far to complicated.. this this.. Jean!

Nic: A snort left the mans lips but he couldn't help it. Miracle of the season. The man had more frills then what was on his shirt. It wasn't manners, it was being a pompous ass playing tricks. Pouring a fair amount of cider into each glass, he kept his back to Jean Claude. Afraid his temper which was hard to rouse would rear its ugly head and he would beat the man to a pulp. A grin curved his lips at Shaden whispered words and the first glass of cider was offered to her before he was passing them out to the present ladies with an offered grin before his attention went to Jean at his question. "What the makes you think you would deserve such a thing? No sir, I will not. Not after what you've done."

Ursula: Ursula attention went to Nic at his entrance and a grin spread across the alabaster face only accented by the deep brown ringlets of her hair. The arrival of the other gentleman had the grin spreading even wider across her lips flashing pearly white teeth. The girls giggled and cooed behind their hands or against the tree and Ursula continued to stare. With a sly little grin, she collected her last ornament to go on the tree and pointed towards a high branch still missing decoration. "Excuse me..Jean Claude was it?" A voice as sweet as a larks song passed her lips as she addressed him. "Would you kindly help me hang this" she paused to hold up the purple decoration "there" again she pointed to the empty branch. "I can't seem to reach it.." Thick dark lashed lowered over her eyes in a slow sensual blink and she smiled ever so sweetly towards him once more.

Jean: "A ship has left the harbor, but it was not my capitaine, I fear he may have to wait one more week for a part, but with the war breaking out on Skye's Allied soil I fear he may not be able to leave." Surely by now she would have heard, so the news would not have been such a shock. The lights of the candles touched a face that needed no more glory, but there..it was. Such splendor behind the shine of motherhood and pure raw beauty. A quiet moment, as the world around them disappeared or so it seemed and he lowered his voice to a whisper, "You do not seem so sad I have not gone." Shaden knew darn well what he meant, he was sure. She was not sad he had in fact NOT gone anywhere, but he could not speak for her counterpart. Meeting the eyes Nic he would speak, "So cried the wolf to the night." Meaning who was he to call him evil, when such a gray and ragged pot called the kettle...black. "I assure you Monsieur I have been found guilty on many things" Riddles, but as Ursula made her presence known the crescent moon would smile back at the wolf, "And will more for this I am sure." With that he turned his smile to the beauty that be, and took the ornament carefully between his fingers of course meaning to nearly brush the woman as he stretched to place it where she asked..do as she saw fit was only natural right? "Would, La Maîtresse ask of anything else?" He spoke softly catching her eye within his own, making sure to keep the façade warmly that she were the one and only within the room.

Chloe: Chloe` had an agenda, actually a client had paid her to do a little detective work.. and who was she to turn down good coin.. in fact.. she would not.. it was just a little extra for the holidays right? Moving to take a seat next to Nicholas.. she took a cup of cider and passed it to Mary.. then Heather.. helping him.. distribute the cider seeing that he could at least envision some things.. now.. she smiled as she leaned next to him.. her hand laying on his thigh.. " I'm glad to see you getting back to your old self again.. " it was almost a purr that left her lips, as azure blue eyes caressed over his features.. before she leaned in closer to whisper " Three doors down from you.. and I always leave it unlocked" it was a soft offer not meant for other ears.. as Shaden and the Gentleman talked.. taking her cider she leaned back on the sofa.. ohhh if he took the bait.. she got more money.. and.. well perhaps a rousing night of fun as well.. what was there to loose.. Everyone loves a bad girl right? And she in particular loved a rough and rowdy tumble , and from the looks of it.. Nicholas would be one.. not like that pale frilly Frenchman.. she could teach him a thing or two she was sure..

Shaden : Shaden’s eyes went to Nic.. as he spoke, she could feel his temper rising.. and then Chloe settled beside him perhaps easing him some.. such a sweet girl that one.. as if she knew to calm him. Seeing him occupied with the Lily's and there cider she lifted the ornament to the bough of the tree.. as Jean spoke of her lack of sadness that he was not gone.. She was about to speak to the charge that indeed she was in fact.. oddly glad to see he hadn't gone.. and that the thought of him leaving.. had vexed her.. when Ursula arrived to save her from blurting out and answer to his query.. her own ornament swinging on the tip of fir.. She stepped back to admire the tree.. and watch him as he worked.. it was obvious.. he was just a charmer as he turned on the same.. flattery and smiles toward Ursula.. suddenly she did not feel so special anymore.. perhaps that was what was needed.. to see.. the shadow in its true form beneath the light "I am never happy to see those I call Friend leave..." simple truthful.. dull.. lackluster.. drivel that hid the growing annoyance in her that he seemed to provoke

Ursula: The tops of her cheeks flushed a soft hue of pink as he nearly brushed up against her and she exclaimed with surprise as she reached up to 'save' an ornament that nearly fell off due to his positioning the new one in turn accidentally brushing her body against his own. The flush took a darker hue of pink at the 'accidental' brush and she took a step back to lower her chin as she bobbed in a perfect curtsey. Thick lashes kissing at the tops of her cheeks as she dipped low then rose again. "No My lord, you have done me a great service tonight. I thank you most kindly." The singsong larks voice replied as a smile spread across her lips once more.

Nic: His teeth gritted to keep from responding. Jean could try to goad him into an argument any time he wished and Nic was going to hold onto the calm knightly exterior for as long as possible. A grin went to Chloe as she helped to distribute the drinks before he lowered into a place on the sofa and then Chloe was there. Her hand on his thigh. He would be a fool to say it did not rouse temptation a bit. The nearly purring words had his head turning in her direction and letting his hand fall over her own, he lifted it and set it against her own lap before he was shifting on the sofa. "Thank you for your kind words Lady Chloe.."He offered in response. Blurred vision moving to Ursula and Jean. Ha! The man was clearly one to toy with feelings, emotions. Creating the perfect illusion. To bad the same tactics he used on Shaden, he was now using on Ursula right in front of Shaden. Idiot

Jean: "Vous êtes le plus bienvenu," He spoke gently taking his own bow with that of her own. Returning to Shaden he extended his gloved hand to brush lightly a fallen curl from her face, the very feel even under the silk of his glove-- fire. "As I hate to leave you..behind." Spoken for her to hear, in a gentle hush of the velvet of his voice. "I am sorry to come unannounced, should I take my leave?" Dark eyes motioned to the knight who had become her caregiver, and with this it saddened him to know that even behind closed doors she would have a man harping over her. "I wish not to turn a veil down upon his glorious miracle."

Shaden: "It is a season for Peace.. and enjoying friends and family.. gathering about a tree or fire for conversation and gaiety, you are welcome.. at anytime without announcement Jean " the way she said his name.. was almost like a spell did she realize this.. likely not.. as his hand caressed the curl back from her cheek, her face turned toward it slightly, a tenderness perhaps betrayed in the action.. what was wrong with her.. " A celebration of the season requires many to do so.. and miracles.. happen to everyone.. " her eyes lifted to him.. reading the sadness there.. for her...? for himself.. it made her curious... a part of her wanted to drag him into her library and ask him plainly without riddles or pretense what it was he wanted.. for surely she had no clue..


Chloe: Her hand lifted and placed back on her own lap she made a sound of upset.. just a tiny little..sigh.. " I did not mean to offend, I only sought to give you solace.. " she whispered beneath the hearing of others " I see the way you watch her.. it must be hard to know you will always be her guard.. and she will always have men coming and going... why not.. find someone who can ease your burden..?" persistent little thing " I can make you forget "

Ursula: Ursula let out a little sigh, just ever so lightly as his attention was turned back to Shaden and why not, she was the main courtesan, the one they learned from. Only two men and Nic was not her type. With Chloe invested in trying to win the mans attention and some ornaments still left to go on the tree, she turned back to the duty at hand. The lesson was to capture and keep a mans attention, she had not and she was not as persistent as Chloe when a mans attention went elsewhere. Either she wasn't doing it right or his sight was for one and only one other woman. From the corner of chocolate eyes she could see the touch and knew it was more then likely the latter. Did it bother her? Of course not! An orphan turned actress slash dancer and now slash courtesan knew nothing of love. Only how to play the game of it. It was no different then playing a role on the stage. She hummed as she worked, a sound that only hinted at the talent of vocals when raised in song. A soft Yule carol for the spirit of the season.

Nic: "I did not mean to upset you Lady Chloe, you did not offend me."He took her hand into his own and brushed a gentle kiss against her knuckles. A way of saying he was sorry before he was laying her hand within her lap again. Silvery blue eyes still slightly clouded moved to the colored shadows of both Jean and Shaden. His chest clenched at the way her face leaned into the mans hand but he was able to keep his face perfectly calm, as if the motion did not bother him one bit. Gloved hand raised to rub slightly at his chest before he heaved a sigh and turned his attention to Chloe as she spoke in her hushed tones. A brow rose in wonder. Hell was he that obvious..? "Ease my burden?" He lowered his voice, if she was doing it, he might as well. The cup of cider raised his lips then stilled and he spoke against the rim"Forget what?" The cup tilted and he pulled in a swallow of the sweet and tangy cider.

Jean: "No, mon cher it is not for everyone." He spoke so plainly without trial or conviction. "But I shall say this.." He let his hand fall from her face to motion to her midsection, "Will be miracle enough, no?" He smiled warmly to her, pressing his hands again to fold behind his back. "I trust you have thought upon my offe..." He stilled his eyes darkening and face canted towards the door to listen. Within a few silent moments a knock would sound at the door. Soon from the hall the shorter frame of his counterpart surfaced the hood of deep green cloak drawn and shadowing his face. "Excuse me." Jean-Claude spoke carefully ushering quickly to Peregrin's side, and his gloved hand would pass over the man's shoulder and usher him back into the hall, "Que s'est produit ?", he asked worriedly turning the man to face him. The MUCH shorter figure of the Pirate would say nothing, but just roll back the fabric to expose his face. "Mon dieu !" His gasp was not hidden as the sight took his breath, "À où ?" He asked cupping the man's cheek and watching his partner sway,

Pere:"Dans la forêt. Juste en dehors de du temple." Peregrin closed his hand over Jean-Claude's and drew it away, "Not here. Pas avant les dames..." Turning his face back he covered back his hood, "I will not be far." He whispered to the man, glancing back to the room full of laughter and cheer, "Stay as long as you can, do not let them go outside tonight."

( What happened? My God, Where at? (meaning the wolves) In the forest, Just outside the temple. then Perry said, Not here 'in front of the ladies')

Chloe: "her... I can help you forget her... " she smiled.. softly her hand. retaking it's position on his thigh, index finger circling lightly and promisingly.. " my door is always unlocked for you " with that she stood.. and yawned.. " Saying her goodnights.. in a way letting him know she would be waiting for him... then heading up the stairs with a soft sway of hips.. he had partial sight back..

Shaden : Her eyes widened softly as his hand settled over the soft curve of her belly that sheltered the child, "Yes it is a miracle in itself.. a most blessed one" for once they agreed it seemed for a moment in time.. her hand covering his before he pulled back.. as if knowing Peregrin was arriving.. and excused himself.. to meet him.. from her vantage point she watched.. listened to the hushed conversation.. a worried look on her face at the grim nature of their conversation as she moved toward them.. " What is it.. what has happened.. " she stepped to the side in time to see the sight behind the cowl covered in shadow.. but her French was good enough to hear " Keep us inside Jean.. Peregrin.. are you ok.. are you wounded ?" She stepped forward toward the cloaked man.. " Please.." she offered her hand.. to him lightly... " do not leave if you need assistance "

Nic: He fought to keep from snorting into the cup, instead masking it with another intake of the cider. His eyes following Shaden hand to press against Jean's to her stomach. Again that squeeze of pain came but he averted his eyes to the shadow of Chloe rising from the couch, the lingering touch of her hand on his thigh still felt. Turning his head to watch Jean move to Peregrin, he knew no French. Didn't understand a word of it till Shaden was following the first to the second and using plain English. Setting his cup down, he rose from the sofa with a groan. Damn stiff knees. A nod of his head went in Shaden's direction. "Excuse me..my lady Shaden..call out if you have need of me.." with that said and ignoring the two men. Hang if the one was hurt. The two of them were playing a dangerous game if they were messing with his lady. The man moved, slowly..as his vision might of had color but it was still blurred towards the stairs.

Pere: Meow Nic, Back off Lion eh? Maahes much? Peregrin mused even under the drawn hood of his cloak, but spoke nothing. Stilling in the hall he turned to face Shaden still under the cover, "Je devrais avoir su que vous parlez français."Ever the wit, even bleeding down his own face, "Your military will know soon enough, nothing that will not be told to in the morning. There is a growing threat in the woods, the rangers and I have been tracking it now for a week."Not working on the ship hmm? "All I can ask is that you please keep within the city limits, and not venture out into the forest until it is found." The tips of his fingers were covered in his own blood, but it was dry and cracking Not working on the ship hmm? "All I can ask is that you please keep within the city limits, and not venture out into the forest until it is found." The tips of his fingers were covered in his own blood, but it was dry and cracking on his skin, but he only pulled the cloak tighter around him. No he was not in need of their healing. Damn it. He got himself in trouble enough, let's add Perry in a sea of beautiful girls.

Jean: "Nicholas, I am sure you will not go to bed until I return. Mon beau s'est levé," He whispered then meeting the eye of Shaden, "I will walk him to the ship, then return and explain more, this I promise."

Chloe: She may have been learning the finer arts of being a courtesan but of being a woman men desired.. well that was something she had always been accomplished at.. no sooner than she had reached the top of the stairs she heard him excuse himself.. a sly grin playing over rosebud lips as she hurried to her room.. leaving the door. Cracked open.. she hastily undressed down to corset and stockings.. and sat before the vanity, long dark chestnut hair released from it's pins.. she made a most alluring picture.., brush in hand pulling thru the silken strands.. as she heard his approach.

Shaden : Effectivement il y a beaucoup de choses votre ne savent pas de moi, vous ne devriez jamais être surprised par les talents d'une femme" she gave him back the witty repartee, but her eyes held concern.. until Jean's voice called her attention from Pere... her mind working over what Pere was doing with rangers what... threat in the woods.. a shiver moved fuidly over her body as she thought of the night Agatha died.. " Yes of Course I will make sure the girls.. stay close... and inside.. she blanched thinking of their trip into the forest earlier to gather evergreen boughs.. had she put them all in danger unknowingly.. " Do the people at Red Wall know.. Ealora... Maahes.. " now her thoughts ran to her family, her hand clutching Jean's forearm.. for comfort.. support... " Has someone told them of the threat.. all those refugees" little Eppie.. the children...

{Indeed there are many things your do not know of me, you should never be surprised by a woman's talents}

Nic: "No I will not..I'll be the one locking the door behind you for the second time."He retorted turning momentarily to catch the mans eye before turning again and moving up the stairs. Up slowly he went, Shaden could be alluring without knowing it. He had seen it before but something of the way she was with Jean just...made his blood boil as it never had before. It was hard to keep the calm exterior when he wanted to lift the man up by his fruity little collar, beat the crap out of him and toss him out into the snow. Three doors down from his own she said? He counted his steps still, he could not help it till he met his door and then counted three doors down. Left slightly cracked, he pushed the door open and moved inside before shutting the door, quietly behind himself. Turning, he caught sight of her at the vanity. He gave a groan, Good god! How the hell had the woman undressed so fast? Raising his gloved hand, it groaned as he ran it the length of his face. "Get dressed Lady Chloe" He gave another groan behind the glove and no he was not removing his hand until she had done as he...well commanded.

Jean: Peregrin and Jean-Claude passed that look to each other and both rolled their eyes, as the man walked away.

Pere: "Does he kiss you with that mouth?" Leave it to Peregrin to make light of the tension as he asked Shaden.

Jean: Jean-Claude shook his head, "It is not the manner that gets me, it is the state of his hands." Speaking to his friend as if they were not there, "Dirty and course." Peregrin instantly hid his hands then from the sight of the man and whistled. "I will return soon. Just let me see to it he is taken care of?" With that he paused a hand over the man's shoulder and started to lead him to the door.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

The sun was setting low over the trees of Red Wall casting an eerie red-orange glow across the snow paning against the side of the temple. It would be quite majestic except most were heading back to their homes for supper leaving the mild chill of day for the harsh chill of night. Ealora had hired a woman from the village as the new housekeeper. To do the things that Ealora could not, like cook. The woman was nice enough but when had Ealora ever been a good judge of character? She only hoped the woman wouldn't run screaming from the house due to everything that was going on with the family. The whole house had been cleaned from top to bottom making it shine. Who was responsible for such a task? Ealora was while Nora was the savory of the night in making a beef stew for dinner. By the time the sun was setting the glow against the home, Ealora had retired to the kitchen to pull the bread she had set to make that morning from the oven. The house immediate began to fill with the scent of the fresh bread and Ealora hummed with the scent but she was fairly ready to come out of her skin because Eli was coming to dinner tonight. "Calm down M'lady" Nora replied as she stirred a wooden spoon into the pot of stew though a smile touched at her lips. "He's family right..your husband is just new family. Go get ready, shoo"She swatted her dish towel at Ealora behind making Ealora sneer then laugh in return as she moved down the hall to Maahes and her bedroom to change from the sodden Egyptian day dress she frequently wore around the house.*

Maahes had been gone for most of the day in the depths of the town dirty..muddy..and with his men. So imagine the sight of a man who spent the entire day directing his men to shovel snow from the muddy arena under what little bit of warmth the sun had given. The entire length of his body had been covered in the black tar like mud of a Scottish countryside and the tracks of his boots were in steps down the hall. He had been through the kitchen..left trail of his armor down the hall, and was furious he would be denied dinner. It was torture to smell such wondrous bread and unable to even have a little bit. So imagine what a fowl mood the Beast would be in...yet..was that laughter that filtered in through the halls and carried in little squeals from a missing child who had been kidnapped by a furious Beast and was now being chased around the oversized pool that had become their bath. Eppie could walk around the edge where bodies were meant to be seated and Maahes would be chest deep in the middle but would dip low to where only his eyes were above water and stalk forward--in turn sending a squeal and she'd move to get away. Time was lost as the game never tired and eventually they got clean. (d

Her head turned at the sound of the door but she turned back to sit down at the vanity she had brought in the day before Every woman needed one right? Her robe hung low as she lowered within the chair, bare feet resting against thebrush was run through her hair, followed by a piece of silk. A trick Shaden had taught her to keep her hair shining bright as well as silky. Her head turned again at the squeal and she let out a humming laugh as she set the brush and the silk piece down and lifted off the chair, tying the robe in the process to move to the door of the bathhouse, sliding the door open a crack, she peaked inside. Damn, she knew she had forgotten something, Eppie bath! A smile curled over her lips though as she watched the game. He made a wonderful father. The squeals of delight had long been missing from the little girl and the smile that radiated over her face could capture the heart of the iciest person in the world. Sliding the door open, she hated to end the game but Eli would be here any minute. Collecting a clean towel, she unfolded it and kneeled down with opened arms, towel at the ready as Eppie hurried around the seating area. The towel wrapped around her and the little girl lifted up into Ealora arms"Time to get dressed little one."Honeyed voice cooed before blowing raspberries against the little girls neck. Amidst the squeals of delight, she turned a smile towards Maahes, having no idea the mess he left in the hall. "You too little one, Eli will be here any minute." With a funny face made to him and then to the little girl, her head dipped to blow raspberries against the little girl neck again as she carried her into the room to get dressed. "M'lady, the Lord left his armor in the hall. I've taken it outside to be washed..the hall is also a mess." Nora spoke as the door to the bedroom was slide open as Eppie was being dried off. Ealora let out a groan, lord did she want to see the mess he had left. "Maahes!" Her voice rose to shout out at him in the bathing room though she made a funny face at Eppie, to let her know it wasn't her. Tossing the towel on the bed, she set to dressing the little girl before pulling her into her lap at the vanity set to brush her hair out humming her bedtime tune to her, but if only because the little girl smiled while she hummed and it warmed the pirates heart to no end.

The carriage rocked and swayed as it rounded from the gates into the courtyard of the temple. He had not been very favorable to a carriage rid to his sisters home but then Ealora note had said it was to cold, no arguments and when had he ever argued with her? She could whip the tar of out of him, no ifs ands or buts. He had selected a royal blue pair of robes to wear. The deep color letting it seem more like a commoners clothing but it was still a commoner who wore them. The door swung open and a bearded head nodded to the man as he gripped the edge of the carriage to step down into the yard. Deep brown hair kissed at broad shoulders, swaying as his head turned left and then right looking around the front of the yard within the dying light. A Japanese Temple? Was her husband..Japanese. Arms moved behind his back as he took his time to get to the door. Newlyweds, no telling what they were doing. BUT he'd keep that thought to himself.*

"What Woman?!" He called back lifting himself from the tub the water running from his dreads down his back and as well the towel he had wrapped around himself while in the presence of the child. Eppie was old enough to notice he was different..he wanted to keep it at the color of his skin not the part that made him a man. The water sizzled as it hit the tiles of the firepit as he stood next to it help dry. "Can I have dinner now?" He was a hungry man, and darn it wanted to eat! He didn't care who was coming for dinner, but knew that Ealora's family was important to her...no matter if they did try to kill her. Wrapping the dry robe around his body he listened to the sound of the horses outside and pushed through the hall to where his wife would be, "What do you want me to wear?" As she was getting Eppie dressed, she might as well dress him too. (d

"You trakked dirt into the house. I want you to get dressed and go help Nora clean it up before Eli gets here. I cleaned the house top to bottom mister!" She set the brush down and placed a kiss against Eppie head before setting her on the floor and pointing to the doll on the bench by the hearth. "go play sweetheart.." Lifting her head to the sound of horses, she hummed to keep from cursing out loud in front of Eppie. "Your clothes on on the bed, next to my dress."One step ahead of you baby. Could he tell she was nervous? All ready setting his clothes out like a good little wife should. "As soon as introductions are done we can eat. Maahes please.."The desperation in her voice plain. She wanted her brother and her husband to get along. It was important to her. Curling a few tendrils of russet curls into the fingers of one hand, she pinned and then did the same with the other. Amazing how the woman worked so fast. Beside her black dress Egyptian cut dress was his clothing, a pair of loose fitted tan slacks and a deep brown heavy tunic for the cold weather, sans the sleeves but the holes for his arms had been waived with a tan leather to at least make it look nice. Lifting off the chair, she grabbed the dress, paused by him to lift onto her toes and press a kiss against his lips. "Oh forget the floor, just get dressed...hi"All said within one breath and a smile before she was slipping behind the painted screen with Japanese blossoms to dress. Another item picked up the day before. If Eppie was to stay in their room while her room was completed, then they would dress away from her eyes as to not confuse her. The woman was a whirlwind of activity for in the next minute she emerged within the black dress, decorated with golden embroidery , one sleeve that was as long as the dress itself lay against her wrist. "Come on Eppie, lets go meet your new Uncle Eli hmm?"Arms held out to the little girl who picked up her doll and held her arms up to Ealora who lifted her within her arms and out into the hall they went.

From what he could tell it was a lovely piece of land. A fine place for his sister to plant her feet and glad he was she was planting them. It had been more then a sigh of relief when she was rescued from certain death. It was as if a whole pyramid was lifted off of him though he'd never voice it to Ealora. Pausing at the door, he raised to knock then stand back. The red haired woman who answered the door got a grin and a slight bow. "Evenin Sir, The Lady and Lord been expecting you." She spoke with a cheerful voice and Eli had to hold in a laugh. Scottish dialect, it was amusing. As the lady stepped back, he stepped over the threshold. A wide smile bore across the mans face, nearly disappearing into the black beard of his face as he grinned at his sister within the hallway. "Ealora!" The mans voice was not as thick as some people might of expected, he fairly sounded like a young teenager when it raised in happiness as it did now.*

The kiss was returned with the hunger of his constant desire for that woman. "Mmmm." He smiled against her lips, and just as quickly as she came she was gone, and he'd be left alone to get dressed..heres to hope that he could figure it out and get into it without tearing the seams. The room always seemed so empty when they were gone, but the little bit of his life trailed around the bed..and floor made him smile. It was such a great feeling to know he had a family. One that he could protect..it had been a long time coming; this feeling inside. His heart hurt then as he thought of the life he left behind. Was it so selfish to not want to look back, and know that his broken family from before were not as happy nor complete. Their lives were broken..Tommy..the twins..Selene, her new baby. Ealora would miss this war Maahes was fighting within himself as he kept it hidden well, but it was there. The desire to go behind her back and travel there was high, but he could simply not bring himself to go that far. Yet every story the men told at ports of the fallen country killed him more and more. His shoulder ached from the day's work and he found himself raising his arm to press it into the doorway to correct the bone. Settling in front of the mirror after he was dressed he would tie back the heavy locks of his hair and shave away the stray hairs so that his beard was perfectly trimmed. It was not often he would wear a weapon to dinner, but Maahes was not taking any chances. Her other brother had been so swift to turn on her, what would make this man so different. Strapping the thick bands of leather around the slim parts of his hip the sword kept well at his side. Lord he hated this part..the politics and manners. Standing then off the shoulders of the hugging pair he waited his turn with dark brooding eyes and mused at petite nature of the man. Yeah I could kick his ass. (d

A laugh left her lips, even with Eppie on one hip, she moved forward to wrap her brother up within one arm. Eppie face hidden within her hair. For a long moment the two held onto each other. This time not holding on because goodbye would be to quickly come, but now in the peace that goodbye would not be for a long while. "Eli, you look very well. Better then the last time I saw you.."Moving back a step she bounced Eppie on her hip but the little girl would not pull her face out of Ealora neck. "Eli, this is Eppie. Our daughter.."At the quizzical look of her brother, she mouthed 'adopted' though she didn't feel it was true, Eppie was their daughter, no ifs and or buts. Taking another step back, she turned her attention to Maahes and smiled. Be nice, please. "And this, is my husband..the General of Skye, Maahes Asad Aziem." Yes she was going to use his title, he had earned it and she was proud of him for it. She loved him not his title, but his title was part of him, like breathing. Couldn't live without it.


He held Ealora close to him, careful of the little girl but the need to hold his sister knowing her death wasn't coming anytime soon was to great to pass up. He had been the big brother growing up by age only. She had always protected him. Not the other way around. Releasing his grip on her, he smiled to the shy little girl though she couldn't see it. "Hello Eppie!" His voice had lowered an octive to allow the little girl to adjust to a stranger in the house. Soft brown eyes turned in the direction of her husband. Good God in heaven! Though Eli was quite shocked at the sight of her husband, he remained calm on the outside. Well, Ealora always did like them...big. Fingers came together, weaving between each space and disappearing behind the wide arms of the robe's sleeves.

Ealora's face twisted to keep from cursing. "Sorry, Maahes this is my brother, the...priest....Eli Mallory."

Eli let out a small chuckle. "I...was a priest..I had to leave the order when Caleb got married but, that's in the past. General...a pleasure to finally meet you. Sam spoke very highly of you in his letters." Ha! Probably seemed as if the man was lying, but would a priest lie? His hands reappeared from the sleeves as he reached a hand out to Maahes to shake his hand. "Takes a very special man to have captured my sister and keep her, much less marry her."Ok that was teasing but keep in mind the man had grown up with Ealora!*

Maahes was very quiet often coming off as rude, but deep down he was simply shy. Reaching out to take the man's hand he gave it a good shake but returned it as quickly as he let it go. "You speak like your sister is a prized cow." Was he teasing? No. "I do not hold her here against her will. She stays on her own." His eyes passed to Ealora softened on Eppie and returned to the man. "You left what order?" He asked then crossing his arms over his chest and not once shifting in his stance. Maahes had been working very hard on his body to return it to what it once was before he fell ill, so the clear lines were seen even under the fabric of his attire. Turning then to Ealora, "Is Caleb the one whose neck I snapped?" An honest question deserving of an honest answer.

She shifted from foot to foot, rocking the child slowly before she set Eppie down on the floor and still the little one clung to the end of Ealora dress, and Maahes pantleg. "I don't think he meant it that way Maahes." She mumbled in his direction though her eyes did squeeze shut at the mention of snapping Caleb neck. The man might of become Kael the darkheart, he might of tried to kill her but he was still blood, still her brother. "Yes.."She answered in honesty as the rolling sickness in her stomach passed and she turned her eyes to him.

"I meant the priesthood, we're inclined to call it the order."His hand returned, it opened and closed. Tight grip that man before it disappeared to join the other inside his robes sleeves once more. "I would never talk of Ealora like a prized cow..it was merely a joke." Hmm bad start probably? Shoulders rolled backed as he straightened his back out once more. Soft brown hues swept from Maahes to Ealora. His jaw locked for a moment then released as the ancient Egyptian words rolled from his lips as fluently as they did Ealora's- Caleb death pains you, don't let it, Ealora. He choose his path.*

Mmm, not a very good joke Maahes said with his eyes as he stood there..waiting..for his dinner. Much better mood he would be in if he could eat. Yeap. Suddenly the silence fell over the room and he waited like a perfectly poised statue. (d

The Wind an Mist: He was our brother, let me deal with it how I see fit. She retorted in the same ancient tongue. She let the silence settle for a moment before ushering towards the dining room. "Lets eat please, before dinner gets cold." Leaning down, she lifted Eppie into her arms and lead the way to the dining room. The 'special' china had been set out, the plates Shaden had gotten them as a wedding gift. Nora was all ready putting the bowls of stew onto the plates, the stew still steaming so it had not gotten cold, but still, any more silence and she was going to murder someone. A smaller bowl and side of bread was set next to Ealora for Eppie who was settled onto her lap, the stew stirred as she blew on it to cool it for the baby.

He waited for Maahes to follow behind his wife before he was following after the pair, lingering gaze at their living area and a smile curled at his lips, nearly making the thin lines of his lips disappear into a thick beard. Ealora a homemaker, who woulda thunk. Slowly he settled into a chair at the table, the sleeves of the robe pulled backward though he was silently wondering how the heck she had fallen for a brute. The two didn't get off to a good start and though Eli had once been a priest, he was one no longer and not inclined to think good about all people.*

Following his wife he would still behind her chair and press it in with a touch to Ealora's shoulder. I'll get better I promise. He tried to soothe into his wife as he took a seat across from her brother. "So tell me about my wife as a child." He broke the silence as he took a bite of the stew and instantly melted away. He was doing well with controlling the intake of his food even though his hands were trembling with the hunger. "Did she always have such a temper?" (d

A smile followed Maahes. She trusted him. Besides, there was bound to be some awkward moments between new family members meeting. Though...this was a first for the Malory family. Licking her lips, a slender brow rose in wonder at Maahes question and just let out a laugh as she wiped Eppie mouth of gravy before returning to her own bowl of stew. She was going to stay out of this and see what Eli had to say.

His head dipped momentarily. His lips moving in silent prayer before he would join the two in the meal. A bit taken and he nodded his head. Very nice, though he hadn't expected it to be horrible. Ealora must not of cooked. Chewing, he thought on the question for a moment before setting the spoon down and sitting back. "Well, she was always high spirited. Never wanted to learn the housework our mother wanted to teach her. Our mother eventually stopped trying." He leaned forward to spoon another bite onto the spoon and then paused. "Though she was always respectable to company. The perfect daughter our father said but when it was just us...she was pretty much one of the boys. Stuck up for me against the other kids, and Caleb...those two never got along. He tried to sell her when she was still a baby."Eli let out a laugh and raised the spoon only to stop again. "And yes, she always had a temper. Its what made her leave home.."His lips slammed shut at the look Ealora was giving him and he spooned more stew into his mouth.*

"Did she always have so many men desire her?" He asked ignoring the glare from Ealora, as he knew this could be the only time he would ever get to ask such a man this. "She still does not do housework though I see much of it is falling into place." A different man melted underneath him as the bitter anger of hunger dissapeared and he formed the part of the title. "I have come to realize that no matter where I take her there will always be a man who wants of her." The way that I do.

The napkin lifted, he wiped at his mouth before setting it back on his leg again. Yes, he was using manners in his sisters house.

"Maahes!" Ealora hissed across the table before laying her head in her palm.

Eli let out a laugh then coughed and took a drink from his water before setting the cup down again to answer. "As a little girl, no. As a teenager, yes. but she wouldn't have any of it. Always had a mind that there was just one person out there for her. Our parents tried to set up an arranged marriage for her and she...took off. That was how headstrong she was." He abandoned manners for the moment to lean his elbows against the table.


With a groan she shifted Eppie in her arms. The little girl had fallen asleep at the dinner table. "I'm going to put Eppie to bed, no more talk of me..darnit." Though she let out a laugh as she lifted the little girl into her arms and rose from the table to take her to their room. Another day and her room would be ready and they would have their bed back.

Eli actually rose as she did before sitting back down when she had disappeared. "Ealora is beautiful, but she is my sister. I see her as a sister. I can not confirm or deny what you're saying. But men will want her for the wrong reasons. I am concerned General and you'll forgive me if it sounds harsh I hope, I am concerned because I want to know you want her for the right reasons."

"And what reason would that be,...brother." He motioned forward as he sat in his chair. "The first time I ever met Ealora I hated her. For what she was..who she was. I locked her inside the prison, and vowed to let her rot there." Maahes was glad she took Eppie together, would not want her to hear such things about her mother. "I did not sleep, could not..I saw her face, those eyes, even in my sleep and walked to release her. She was like a drug I could not get over. I heard her laughter even though it was not to my face even in my sleep. I cared not that she called me names, and fought me just so long as she was near. So you tell me, as I have yet to figure it out. I do not know what exactly it is, but I just know it is there." (d


Eli leaned back within the chair again. His arms folded over his stomach, feet stretched out and ankles crossed underneath the table. A small grin had begun to form across his lips as he listened to the General...his new brother in law speak.


"I'd like to tell you a story, brother..if you'll allow me."He leaned up to collect his water glass and take a drink before leaning back again. "A long time ago, when the world was new. There were these beings and each of them had two heads and four legs..and the gods of old decided to separate these beings, for what reason, we may never know but in the end these beings became two, each having one head and two legs..but it left these beings with a terrible longing, a deep emptiness they had not known before. So these beings wandered the earth, looking for that one thing that would fill that emptiness, they tried drink...it would not work, they tried food, again it did not work though sustained their bodies. They tried gaining incredible wealth, power, land. None of it worked and then..one being met another being and instantly, the void was filled. There was no more longing, no more emptiness and this...has carried to us..the current wanderers of the world." His hands broke from his stomach then to stretch wide to emphasis his words. "And it is said, that longing and emptiness is love and only the true being of which you were split from, can give that to you and fill you completely."

He stopped then and leaned forward to collect his water and take another drink. "I am not going to pretend to understand what it is you share with my sister. But I do not believe a man who only wanted her for her looks and body, for want of an heir would of gone to Paradise Point to rescue her from certain death. The desperation in your voice as you fought to get to her. Even taking on Caleb...ultimately doing what needed to be done to ensure her survival. Taking his death into your hands rather then laying it in hers. Coupled with the fact the two of you are still together, and keeping in mind, I saw her within the cells at Paradise Point. The emptiness in her face, in her soul. I do not see it now, with you..this leads me to believe that old tale I just told you which was told to us by our own mother. I am inclined to believe in that tale is true and that my sister has found the very being she was split from, you."



Recovering from the pains of hunger, Maahes seemed to shed the hellish brute and eased into the much softer kinder side. As a matter of fact he was getting very good at this whole speaking what needed to be said, and learning to use proper manners. Politics it seemed would no longer get the best of him.


"Your sister is very fine to me. Even now my chest aches with the pain the past event." As if on que the memory of the entire 'affair' shot a pain through his chest and Maahes would raise a bare hand to press against his side as if to hold the ache in or protect it from leaking out. Dark eyes would pass without realization and in longing to the door waiting for his wife to return as he was never correct without her being near. "She will be well taken care of, even after my passing I am sure of it."

The plan was set in stone, the funds implanted in investments so that her and their children would have safe passage to the next life. Maahes did not wish for the day, but knew it to be sooner then if he had a different profession.

"Tell me of your father. Will he be angry I did not ask her hand?"

When the quiet in the dining room lingered. Ealora voice could be heard singing from down the hall. She was not a great singer but held the tune well. "Hush now my baby..be still love don't cry..sleep like you're rocked by the stream.."

Eli's lips curled into a grin. "Our mothers song"He mused before turning his attention back to Maahes to listen intently on what he was saying. "The events of the past are past General. We can none of us change it, make the bruises or scars disappear. What counts is the future and I believe you...I see my sister very happy. More happy then she ever was at home. Perhaps more happy then she ever was at sea. Though I hope your passing will be far into the future then sooner in the present. I do not wish to see anguish in Ealora. She is to young to know it, though she has...I have no doubts felt it in the past. Her future should be bright with promise, as should yours be." He stopped there shifting in the chair to keep from stiffening up.

A deep sigh passed his lips at the mention of their father and the man gave a shake of his head. "I am sorry to say he is not even aware of the year Maahes..our father is very ill, has been for a long time. Events of the past have cracked his mind. Most times he does not know what day it is let alone year. Some days he still believes our mother to be alive and due home any moment. Others that it is Ealora who will be home any moment. Some days his mind is nearly perfectly fine and in the next moment, he is gone again. Staring into the abyss. He is resting in Turas Lan as it is now. He tires easily. You could of asked of her hand but it would have needed to be on a very good day for it to be acknowledged properly. But our father was a kind man in his youth. Ealora was his shining star. There was nothing he would of denied her. Nothing he denied any of his family. He does not even realize he is a new land, a new building. I am happy for it for he would be very upset to know all he worked for is lost. Sold so I could take us to Paradise Point to try to stop Caleb. All we had left was the house we were all born in and that was destroyed.."

With Eppie sleeping comfortably now. The song ended. Ealora returned to the Dining Room to take a seat beside Maahes, her hand curling into his own as she leaned against him. Whatever had been said before she seemed to have missed it but she was grinning. Glad Maahes did not have her brother up against a wall, strangling the life out of them. That must mean they were getting along. Settled against her husband, she just waited and listened to them talk now.




In the darkness of the man's words he understood everything with perfect clarification. No doubt this would be hard, to see a father's mind lost. The only memory he had of his father was seeing him watch as he won fight after fight in the arena. Perched like some decorated King his father watched his son fight to stay alive; and would have not cared if he died like the animals in the pit. Yet, he was the reason Maahes pressed forward. When he won, he took pride in seeing his father smile and receive the bets that were won on his behalf. For that he knew..that somewhere his Father was pleased. His father's reputation was what got him to where he was in the arena, the reason of his birth. Maahes was bred to be a spawn of that man in hopes he would do just as he did--win.

"He has not lost." Wrapping his arm around her shoulder he curled her into him in the natural motion that was making her closer. "He has a son whose loyalty remains where it should, and a daughter who is well taken care of." Was that an ego? Why yes, yes it was, but damn it he deserved it!

"So then if you.." He paused wanting to ask of where the pair would go, but would not want his wife worrying..she was pregnant after all. Pressing a kiss to Ealora's temple he spoke carefully, "Why do you not go check upon getting a basket for your father?" Meaning, go make a 'to go' plate.

Turning back to her brother as she departed he continued with his question,

"So where will you go?"

Her arms curled around his waist as he drew her in closer and she hummed a soft note of contentment as she smiled towards her brother. Do you see this? She seemed to say without speaking. This is what I held out for. This is what I fought for. Though Maahes would never know the anguish she had gone through in learning of her mothers death, Caleb's marriage. The things she had missed at home. Eli joining the church. It was indeed partially her fault that he had had to leave the order to care for their father. She had not been there to do that. A slender brow rose as Maahes started to speak then stopped only to press a kiss against her forehead and ask her to go make a plate for her father. Pressing her cheek against his cheek, she seemed to snuggle him for a moment before she was unlacing her arms from his sides as she rose from the chair to go into the kitchens.

"I appreciate that. He has indeed not lost. Possessions can be regained. That does not mean that I do not want Ealora to see him. Good or bad day, it would do him good to know she is still here. On good days he still grieves, wondering what he could do to bring her home." He didn't mean to upset Ealora but Eli had never been one to hide the truth, they were the same in that respect. His eyes followed Ealora until she had left the room before his gaze returned to the man across the table from him. Why had he wanted Ealora to leave the room? Why would knowing they had no where to go upset her? Because he was family? He highly doubted it.

"Honestly, I have not thought that far yet." He leaned up from the chair, to at least be even with the man and not act like a slouch. "Maahes, I did not come here to ask favors of you or Ealora..I have not coming here expecting charity. The Lord will provide as he see's fit. I merely came to see my sister, to meet her husband. To let her know Caleb body as been laid to rest and his soul should be at peace and so she could see her father.. Now, will you tell me why you send my sister out of the room before asking me this?"


"I ask her to leave because it is her heart that I am protecting as I can." He pressed forward leaning over the table with massive arms pulling tight the fabric that covered them. "How would she sleep knowing that her soul survivors have no where to go." Dark eyes squared with the man, burning with the flames of a thousand desert dunes--the heat of a hundred suns. "What kind of husband would I be if my wife cried upon her pillow case at night with worry..pregnant with my child or not I want her not to feel any pain that I cannot have an opportunity to correct...first."

With that Maahes sat back again crossing his arms over his chest listening to the sound of his wife shuffling in the other room. It was an ease to him, as he felt himself relax knowing she was there. Until..something broke, and even then he heard her cursing and smirked. Breaking from his thoughts he returned his attention to the man before him.

"I am not charity. I am family. She. Is my life. My other half as you say. She will hurt if you do." Though he did not out right say it, he was offering them a place to stay, but he knew of pride. It was hard to swallow, but the man did say he sold it to save his wife. It was all he could do. "In turn I will hurt, and I have no more desire to be in more pain."

Pressing the fabric of his sleeve to reveal the heavily bruised flesh underneath, and would even tip back his neck to allow the man to see the marks went even there.

"So understand my desire to spare her the hurt." Standing then his body cried out from the wear of the day, but a heavy hand would come to pat the man's back as he passed, "but this can wait, enjoy your sister let her see her father." He moved for the door, he had to get out of these clothes men his size just weren't meant to wear pants made for a white man. "I'll return..too tight. Chair." Meaning after he changed darn it he wanted to be in his chair.


"Pregnant...Ealora is...pregnant?" The mans face seemed to fall into a frown, as if the news both pained and upset him but then a smile broke over his face and he let out a laugh as a hand pressed to his forehead. His baby sister..going to have a baby of her own. He had to lean back within the chair with the weight of the surprise. She had not mentioned this in Paradise..had she been pregnant then? Well...why else would she of fainted when she was always a pillar of solid marble..yes this did quite explain it.
His eyes left Maahes to look towards the kitchen as Ealora cursed and he let out a laugh before his attention was turned back to Maahes. Well there was some things you just could not teach anyone. Being a housewife was not one of those things for Ealora, but she was happy as just a wife. He could see that, could see the man truly did love his sister. It gave his heart rest. He rose as Maahes did, nodding his head as he looked towards their living space at the mention of chair. Did he want him to sit there? He was unsure but the chair he had pointed at was much to large for him. Moving around the sitting area, he took a place upon one of the sofas and again his hands disappeared into his robe sleeves as he thought over the Generals words. Only when the General returned did his head raise. "We are family now..I quite agree. I understand this is of family but we have...as the Mallory's lost so much, our mother, our brother..Ealora's...son."He was hesitant to say it. Did Maahes know Ealora had had another child? Eli only knew threw letters. "I would like to stay here...on the land to be with my sister..with...our new family. With our father of course. I saw huts in the distance when I was on my way here. If you could spare one, then that is all I will take from you...the both of you

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Ealora: Day melted into night and over again. How many days had passed since they had made up in the barn, how many days since Eli had moved into one of the cottages with their father and sent word they they were all settled. While there was a lot to do around Red Wall, the rangers to tend to, the refugees and the coming war. The truth was she was avoiding seeing her father for fear of breaking down. Eli had said his mind was unstable, and she feared seeing it but Nora, sweet hearted woman that she was urged and even set the cart for them to journey to the cottage, with food and clothing in the back. Eppie had been fed and laid in bed while Nora went to fetch Maahes to tell him to take his wife to her fathers house. "Hush now my baby....be still love don't cry. Sleep like your rocked by the stream."She sang in a soft whispered tone as a finger stroked the bridge of the little girls nose as she held her doll close. Her eyes drifting open and closed as her 'mother' sang to her. Finally the little one fell asleep to the sweet song and the door was softly shut behind her. "Nora..please remember if she wakes up, warm milk and then back to bed.."Ealora spoke as she moved into the kitchen to find the woman. "Where is Maahes?" Celadon eyes swept the kitchen before landing on the woman. "Out by the cart I imagine.."The woman replied and Ealora heaved a sigh as she moved outside. She didn't know if she could do this, this was her father..lord above but she hoped he was having a good day.

Maahes : The days work was endless, and news spread quickly of war upon Avarian soil. Would Skye go to war with their allied country? At the moment it was all he could think about, even taking the few days to be at home with his wife and little Eppie for what he could not help but think would be the last time. The Beast of a man was not doing anything at the moment simply stroking the horse with the palm of his hand enjoying the feel bellow his fingers. Curious cat that he was opened the horse's mouth and studied the teeth of the real beast before him. Hmmm, interesting how every being was so different. Hearing the door he turned to face his wife cleaning his hands with the horse's blanket and moving to meet her. Clearly upon his mind there was little desire to leave the estate, and as he parted his lips to speak his reason rushed, "I've been thinking." He started after he bent to kiss her lightly, "I should not go with you first time. Let you and your father catch up.." Eyes of burning amber kept hers searching for any sign of fear..or disappointment, but frankly his reasons were true. What if her father was not prepared for him? To see his face, would that weigh on his judgment of Ealora? He wanted them to have a happy agreement upon their first meeting, let the second be the trial. "And I have not spent any time at home..with Eppie. I would like to bond." Though it broke him to realize that he was putting himself in the face of danger, and perhaps tearing another loved one from her life.

Ealora: Lifting onto her toes, she returned his kiss before her fingers curled into the front od his clothing. She seemed to blink in surprise and confusion. He had said he wanted to meet her family. Eli was only one of them. "Maahes, while I would love for you to have bonding time with Eppie, I don't want to do this alone. Tomorrow, the three of us will go on a picnic, or something...but please, do not make me do this alone. Eli has told him I am married and I wish for him to meet you. If we wait any longer, you'll be off to war or...something could happen to my father and you'll of never met him. There is never a good time to do these things..Besides, Eppie is in bed, you can have no bonding time with her tonight."Again she lifted on her toes to place a kiss against his lips before she released her hold on him and moved to climb up into the cart. Damnable device. "If you insist though, I will go now and you can stay but I really do wish you to go with me."

Maahes: He was quiet for a moment letting his thoughts run wild, and would break from them with a small smirk as he took her hand and laced his fingers with hers, "but..a nap is bonding time." He mused as the thought of taking a nap was overwhelming with the work load he had been put through. When she moved away he took a deep breath and looked back at the temple before climbing up with her. Turning back to the Nora he issued a small request and she would return with the package a clear grin upon her face. Taking the reins of the horse in hand he gave them a click and off they went! Once down the road he settled the package wrapped in brown paper at his side and curled his arm around her shoulder to shield off the cold. "Why has your father not been moved with your brother on the grounds?" He asked mindlessly as they moved down; clearly unhappy in taking the trek but of course would be there for his love.

Ealora: She could not help but grin as he settled in beside her but it was quickly overcome by curiosity as the package he requested was set on the seat. A raised brow was all the question on her face for she wouldn't speak it as she was pulled in close to them. Curious cat always getting into trouble, besides, she would find out soon enough no doubt. "Eli said in his last letter that with fathers health and state of mind, he did not wish to burden either of us and that a cottage on our lands would be good enough for the both of them. He said that no newly married couple expecting a child and taking care of a young child should be burdened with an old man and it was his burden to bear but wished us to visit as soon and often as possible." Her arms curled around him, pulling in his body heat as well as allowing her own to melt into him. Damnable winter. "Eli was always kind like that, caring more for others then his own life. I guess its a balance as I was the more selfish one.."And there she stopped. In their day and age, it was not uncommon for people to marry for profit but for her own selfishness, she would not do it. Would not marry without love and it had gotten her here, happily but at the expense of losing half her family.

Maahes: Features forward he eyed her with a smirk knowing that look and her curiosity. "Yes..it is for you." He said with a smile pressing a kiss to her temple and passing the package to the beauty at his side. "Will help with the cold."Inside was a fine treasure, a cloak of silver fur from this years hunt, lined with the smoothest of silk; a artisans craft. He knew she did not brave the cold well, having never spent much time in the chill of the air. She would be in need of many heavy coats and cloaks so this would only be the first. "Your brother is a fine man, perhaps we should have him marry Shaden?" She needed a husband, just as that man needed a wife. Besides; if he was a man of God he was a good man.

Ealora: She let out a laugh as the package was placed on her lap along with a kiss to her temple. "Really Maahes, you spoil me." She teased as she ripped the paper from the package and lifted the cloak from inside with a smile pulling at her lips. "Its wonderful Maahes, thank you."She wiggled upon the seat to pull the cloak around her shoulders. The man just knew her to well. "I would wish Shaden to find love and marry not have us force one on her. It was all most done to me and look where that got me. Eli is a very fine man but I fear they would not be very well matched. He is a man of god remember, he would not approve of her profession and she would hate him for it. No I do not relish the meeting of those two and besides..seems like there is quite a trice going on between her and nic, though I can't quite put my finger on it, nor prove it." Her hand lifted to point at a cottage at the edge of the small village of huts. She hadn't gone to see her father but didn't mean she didn't know where he was at. "There it is.."

Maahes: "Nic is a pathetic excuse for a man." Woah! Where did that come from?? His tone was bitter and perhaps a little angry. "I do not approve of her profession, but she does not hate me..and I do not hate her." Pulling closer to the hut the hut Maahes tightened the belt of his sword as they stilled and tightened the tie of his own wrap. Nerves? Yeap. Looking the part well of a man of war on his day off, he was still armed to the teeth though it was concealed under various articles of clothing. Sucking in a deep breath to cool his nerves he pulled the cart to a stand still and met the eyes of his wife. He was ready..but was she?

Ealora: She leaned back on the cart, if only to look at him long and hard. "Where the hell did that come from? Why do you hate Nic all of a sudden?" Though her attention turned back as they rounded on the cottage. Her body seemed to tense and shudder all at the same time. Her lips pulling into a tight frown. There was just no way of knowing how this was going to go and she hated not knowing how things would be. Her fingers squeezed against Maahes arm, if to comfort both him and herself at the same time. Scooting to the edge of the cart, she let out a sigh and nodded. "Right..ready". She climbed from the cart and sucked in a breath, willing herself to the door and knocked before stepping back.

Eli: After a few minutes, the door swung inward and Eli stepped from inside the candle lit room. A smile broke over his face making his lips all most disappear into his beard. "Ealora! Maahes, come in come in, out of the cold."

Ealora:A smile broke out over Ealora lips though she held up a hand"Eli wait, I have food, clothing, some things for the house in the back of the cart."

Eli: Eli gave a nod of his head and moved to collect the things from the cart."I'll get these, inside the two of you, out of the cold. Father's sittin by the hearth. Inside."He nodded his head for the two of them to go inside while he took the items from the back of the cart.*

Maahes: "I have my reasons." He stated plainly, closing up so that she cannot read too far into his thoughts. Though deep down it was a worry that caused his chest to ache and Maahes sucked in his breath as he clutched his chest pressing back against the cart to straighten his spine to ease the silent pain--stress. Ealora was quick to jump down, and for that he was thankful as it was hard to breath but forward he would press taking short silent breaths unable to fully expand his chest. Standing then he stepped over the back of the cart to lift the items with ease as the pain subsided, "You will go see your sister." He threatened with amused dark eyes as he smiled at the man and gave his should a heavy handed pat before throwing the objects upon his shoulder. Good, Lord Ealora what did she pack? Inside a man's mind twisted beside the ribbons of flames, and aged eyes watched just the same. What would he be today? Face would he mask himself with? Would it be of good health or of crazed mind.

Father: "Come in come in!" The aged man cried out but was he speaking to the feet he heard at the doors or the demons in the flames? "Who is it Eli? Is it your brother? Has he returned? He is my favorite you know." The old man sat back with his walking stick wrinkled hands folded over the end. "I'm hungry! Is that dinner?"

Ealora: "One day you will explain those reasons to me."She replied, it was not a threat but how long would he keep it from her? Not long she hoped. Her eyes kept on him as he seemed to be eased into a pain he would not speak of. Her lips pulled into a frown as she watched him. She didn't like that but well, not in front of her brother. When they left..She turned a smile back to Eli as he was thumped on the shoulder, his arms around her to usher her inside, a basket of food for dinner on her arm and the rest. Well clothing, a few pieces of firewood for the hearth, some cooking utensils, some new pillows, blankets and some books. Yes she had gone a little overboard but who ever said she was done either. Guilt, he had sold everything to come after her, to try to save her. Everything their family had worked for. She was going to give it back to them. As much as possible at least. Her head turned to make sure Maahes was coming before she stepped inside. Ealora arm went to Eli as he was about to tell their father who was there. Setting the basket on the old aged dining table, she moved towards her father and knelt down by his side, her hand coming to his knee. "It's Ealora father..I came to visit with my husband." Celadon eyes went to Eli then back again. Asking for their brother. No he was not in a good state of mind it seemed but she could try.

Father: As the face of the beauty walked in the man's breath caught in his throat and he stilled the very act. "Siani??" A good state of mind in the moment, as it would be the first time he ever thought another was in fact his wife. "You..it..can not be..." Tears caught in his eyes as the whites turned red and the wrinkled skin around his eyes soon fell victim to the moisture that collected. "My little girl.." He cried a feeble body standing with open arms, her name name came with a soft sound of a sob, "Ealora." His lips quivered, "You have grown up." Slow..very slow steps carried him to his daughter with open arms, but his body was bent over in age but he straightened at best he could.

Ealora: Her bottom lip worried between her teeth. No she was not Siani, her mother and it broke her heart to tell him that but in the next moment the realization of who she was came to him and she smiled as she moved to meet his rising form. Catching him into a hug. "Hello Father.."She released him to brush the tears away from his eyes before taking his arm to direct him back towards the chair by the father. "Sit down..sit.."She ushered him into the chair to take a kneel by his chairside. "I have grown up, I am sorry I have been away for so long."Her hand covered his own as she let out a sigh. It broke her heart drawing tears from him, even if they were happy ones for the moment.

Father: "My child..Oh my child." He cried into her hugging her as tight as he could, "You look just like your mother." He spoke as he sat back enough to really look at her before hugging her tightly again. He would allow her to help him sit and would usher her to sit beside him, old eyes then returning to the door where the Beast of a man sat down the objects helping Eli. "Is that your servant?" Familiarity sat deep inside as Maahes finally made his way inside. Had he seen that man before? Such a strong masculine face perhaps could be mistaken, but it was his hair that stuck out..as always it seemed. "Or...a guardian? Eli spoke of your marriage, but I would not think my daughter to marry a slave. Though he does win a lot, I bet making a fine prize so long as he does not give out hmm?" He sat back in his chair that crazed look in his eyes, "I used to beg your mother to take me to see the fights," The man chuckled his aged teeth crooked and yellow, "but she just could not watch the bloodshed." Maahes's brows furrowed with question and passed to Ealora but he would remain quiet remembering they spoke of their father's unhealthy mind.

Ealora: She could not help but let out a laugh as he hugged her tightly. She had ever been an affectionate child, as much as it was hard to think so of her now. Her hand rose to brush back the long white tresses of his hair, remembering a time when his hair was the same shade as Eli. Lord did he look old. "I do hmm"She spoke with a smile as he mentioned she looked like her mother. Looks only went so far. Her mother had ever been a good woman. Her head turned to look at Maahes and she grinned before turning back to her father. "Father..you married a slave...but he is not my slave or guardian, he is the General of Skye and he is my husband...Maahes is..."She stopped, the realization of what he was saying sinking inward but she couldn't bear to say it out loud as her gaze meet Maahes, holding for a long moment before turning back to her father. "Maahes is not a slave father, he is General of Skye, a very skilled warrior and and protector of these lands. I am very proud to have him as my husband. I love him..as you loved mother.."

Fahter: The man sat back in his chair and rocked back lightly just as he always has before. "He is a fine man, Ealora." He spoke after a long moment the wheels inside his mind turning. As he thought inwardly at how small the world truly was. "I loved your mother for what was inside..though the out did help the matter." He said again after a moment of silence, and curled his lips. "She would be very proud of you, as you have grown to do the same. She saved you boy didn't she?" He spoke to Maahes, "Took the animal out of you, made you a man. You have even put on where a man should--filled out." Yeap. "Tell me..where are my grandchildren?" Subject change, "Why have I not any grandchildren?"

Maahes: Maahes stood for a moment in complete silence memorizing the man's face, but somewhere deep in parts he had forgotten he knew this man. Knew her mother..but where? It bothered him, and that was clear as quiet as he got, but this was not of pain, just simply wonder.

Father: "Ealora you should find your room just as you left it," He waved a hand over his shoulder. "Perhaps there is where my grandchildren will make their home..away from home that is. All of your toys are still there. I have touched nothing, and all the gifts your soon-to-be husband left. You should open them."

Ealora: Her attention turned from her father to Maahes, to Eli and back again. This was just to much. Her father had known Maahes? How was this possible? Had she seen him? Known him, she couldn't remember. Taking her fathers hand into her own, she lifted his knuckled to her lips and place a gentle kiss against them. "We have a daughter at home. Eppie is asleep now and we're expecting.." Though her attention again returned to Maahes, did he remember her father as her father remembered him? Was their knowing each other a good thing or not? Lord but this did put more of a question on both their pasts. A frown pulled at her lips as she was drawn back to her father. "My toys....my soon to be..."Oh, this is what Eli had been talking about. "Father I am not a child anymore, and I am all ready married.."Had Eli tried reasoning with him when in this state? She didn't know but even this was worth a try.

Father: "But we will loose the house Ealora, and live on the streets unless you don't marry that man. Your mother will be sold again, and I'll not have that." Eli shook his head at Ealora clearly there was no reasoning. "It will not hurt you have lost your innocence. Atlas will care not if you do not tell him, all we will do is get a sponge and put a bit of blood..he'll never know." Woah that was enough for Maahes, he quickly touched the shoulder of his wife and took a deep breath. "Then your Moor can come and kill him, we'll take his money and run. Your brother Caleb has a ship I hear. He will come save us." Rocking in his chair, he smiled up at his beautiful daughter. "After my grandchild is born of course."

Ealora: Her lips pressed tightly together , the pained expression on her face was turned away from her father to look at Ealora and then up at Maahes as his hand settled on her shoulder. Her hand rose to clasp his hand with her own. She let out a gasp at her fathers words and rose to turn to Maahes. Lord he had never been this way when sane. At least not that she could remember. Her fingers tightened with Maahes as she grimaced at the seemingly evil thoughts of her father though in reality, would she not do the same thing to save her family should it of come to that? Bloodshed was her life, or it once had been. How easily she would return to it if her family needed it and had she not had Maahes. "Everything will be all right father, eat now and rest. I will return later when you've rested."

Father: "Mmm, what a pleasure to meet you, face to face." He reached out a hand to Maahes and smiled. Maahes would return the smile but said nothing as he shook the man's hand. "My what a strong grip you have. Must be why you won in the arena and the heart of my daughter. Let us hope our children can fight as you." That was enough for Maahes, he gave a quiet nod but had to get out of that house. He was not hurt by what the man said, just simply wanted to react in violence. How would that be to kill both her brother and her father? "Ealora do not leave me yet, tell me more of life. Will you come again tomorrow? Bring my grandchild to see me?"

Ealora: She untangled her hand from Maahes to lean down and place a gentle kiss against the wrinkled cheek of her father. "I will come again tomorrow and we will talk, and one day soon I will bring Eppie to meet you, I promise." Spoken gently but lord how she wished to scream at that man but still her heart knew that his head was not in the right place even though his heart was. With a quick hug to him, she moved to hug Eli and then taking Maahes hand, she knew she didn't have to drag him from the house but she did so needing the fresh cold air to sooth away the burn of her fathers words, the pain of seeing him like that. As soon as she had them both outside, she turned and buried her face within his chest. "I'm sorry Maahes, I'm so sorry. He isn't in his right mind, I knew this but I'm so sorry."

Maahes: Wrapping his arms around his wife he buried his face upon the top of her head and kissed lightly where he could. Without breaking his hold upon her he whispered, "It is ok, habiba. He knows nothing of what he speaks." His heart broke for his wife. How hard this must be on her, to see the man she knows as father to be so ill. His hands touched lightly the flesh they could under the wrap and his thumb brushed her skin. "You do look just like your mom." He laughed quietly against her skin closing his eyes to press his forehead against her own. "I knew your mother, but I was Eppie's age. I knew her for her beauty, my mother spoke of it often and I did not believe her that any were as beautiful as she until I saw her face...her eyes." His eyes watered at the thought, but he could not help to laugh at the chances. "Before I was able to be in the arena, she spoke an Egyptian prayer having a..feeling she said about me, that I deserved to be blessed by the Gods of old. I never knew why.." A tear fell down his cheek as he pressed a kiss to her temple, "Until now." His hands came up to brush against her shoulders, "She knew I would love you, and I do. With all my soul." That she blessed.

Ealora: Her fingers clenched into the front of his clothing and she let her lids fall closed listening to him talk. A faint smile curled at her lips. Her father was supposed to be the crazy one, but these words of Maahes sounded even more crazy. He had known her mother, as a child perhaps but he had known her and her brother had blessed him in the old ways. Had her mother been some kind of oracle, had she knew the path her daughter would wind up on, that lead him to the child she had blessed? It was possible, anything was possible but it sounded like something from a fairy tale. Yet there was no reason to doubt her husband and knowing her mother as she did..Her head lifted up into the kiss to her temple, her hand raising to brush the tear from his cheek though her own had started to fall against her cheeks. She had gone from a cold hearted pirate to woman who cared, who cried and above all others loved her husband with every fiber of her being. "You realize what this means, we were destined to be together, you and I...my mother must of known that. I love you so Maahes, you've no idea how much."Her hands locked behind his neck as she drew herself up on her toes to place a kiss against his lips.

Maahes: "I've always known that." He whispered against her returning her kiss and if one looked closely they could see the snow and ice melting around them. Thick full lips took hers with gentle yet passionate kisses. His hands fell to her hips rounding to her backside hid from the eye of others by her cloak, and he would press her against him. Breaking from the kiss only to nuzzle into her neck he whispered, "I hope that I have did as she blessed. You will never want of anything, or be more loved then you are now." Ego? Nah. Trailing the tip of his fingers down her cheek he smiled coming to meet her eye. "Let us go home?" Curling his fingers into her own he held her hand as he tugged her to the cart.

Ealora: "You did hmm"She hummed against his lips as her own curled into a grin. Each kiss had her fingers curling into his flesh, pulling him into each kiss, deep, passionate, loving. She hummed a soft moan as he pulled her body against his own. Lids fell closed as he whispered against her neck and her face turned, nuzzling her cheek against his head. "I know you have..you changed the heart of a pirate Maahes. Each day I journey is for you and our family, for our future." Her lips curled again as his fingers found her cheek just as his eyes met hers. With fingers weaving with his own, she followed him to the cart and up into it. Her heart squeezed in pain, he was going to war...without her and though she had made it plain that he had to go, it did not stop it from aching in her own heart that he had to go and she had to stay. She knew he had to go but it didn't make it easier to bear, that the day was quickly approaching.

Maahes: "You have changed me, I am more careful." If that was enough to really matter as much as her not being a pirate anymore, but she had to understand the mindset behind his battle. "I.." He paused as they moved down the road upon the cart. "I have been keeping from you something important, that I will tell you now. This.." His face was so serious as Maahes was at his most vulnerable and men like he felt weak when such a state was present. "This war will not wait until the winter is over, and I worry now I will not have enough soldiers." There. He said it. Felt better already. "It is why I see Nic as weak. The word is not a mystery that we are in dire need of men at arms. He speaks so freely of being a once knight, but has not listed." Instantly lines of stress formed around his face, and the flesh under his eyes darkened as he paled. "I cannot fight the English on my own, and was secretly counting on Avaria, but the news Danae brought.." Again he sucked in a breath and let his back press against the seat of the cart. The reins of the horse fell from hands that could not grip, but he stepped on them with his foot as he pressed his chest. "Mmmm." He moaned curling his lips in to bite upon his bottom as that seemed to help. "I..am..worried." Did it not show. Hell he was close to asking Sam and Taylor to inlist. They would not need the ship with Jack's fleet.

Ealora: Her arm curled around his as the cart jumped forward, carrying them back towards home. She inhaled a breath and held it as he spoke of telling her a secret. Her head dipped to listen, to gather her own thoughts as the news was broken to her. Wars could be won with little men but it was difficult. Had not the Greeks had three hundred men go into war and die which sparked the nation to rise up against Persia? The thought made her heart squeeze tight within her chest, made her stomach roll to the point she had to raise her hand to mouth to keep from getting sick as the other curled tightly into his arm. The feeling quickly faded as he gripped at his chest. Her face instantly started to pale as her hand found his over his chest. "Maahes how long have you been battling chest pains?" Her fingers curled into his own, both of them not looking at the road was mistake but Maahes was more important then the road. She understood now why he thought Nic was weak and was about to tell him of the mans condition but now that was the furthest thing from her mind. "Maahes, I will find men to fight for you. I swear it but I want you to see Aislin...or Avery about your chest pains. This is not just worry."Her lips pulled into a tight frown. Hell she'd get the blind Nic to enlist if she had to.

Maahes: "Since you left, and I woke up with Shaden." He breathed as it passed."I'm fine." Of course he would push her away, fight her, didn't he always. "It is only because I still heal from losing you..again." Shaking his head he bent to take the reins back into his hands. "Aislin has enough to worry about, and I do not trust Avery." Curling his arm around her shoulder he leaned his head against her own and took a deep breath, "I will heal. I always do." The pains did not go much further then that, and only when he thought about everything at once. He was sure it was the stress having taken the next few days off to recover and rest. "I have scouts now searching the countryside for men, they will find enough. God will show the way." God he loved this woman beside him. "I would like to take you and Eppie wherever you like within the next few days. Will you plan a day trip? We will take her somewhere she has never been..Spend time..spoil." Something he was never able to have, but of course that did not hold him back from doing it now. "I would like to be together for an entire day and not have any talk of war."

Ealora: Her bottom lips was worried between her teeth as she watched him breath past the pain. It could very well be stress but she promised herself then and there she was going to watch him and if it did not get better, she was sending a message to Aislin whether he wanted to or not. She always fought back, that would never change. Her arms wove around his chest, meeting around his sides as she leaned her head in against him as his head rested against her own. "Still, I will see what I can do, perhaps talk to Nic although...Maahes..the man is blind...if his sight returned by the time you are ready to march, I will see if he will go. If not, well...God will provide. You are right." she fell silent to listen to him talking and could not help but grin. "I can do that although I do not know where to take her, you know the land better then I but I will pack things to take with us if you choose the place and I promise, no talk of war during that time." Though she worried, when war came and took him away, how long would he be gone? Wars could last a long time, would he miss the birth of their child? She didn't want him to miss it though it was something they might not be able to help. "How about you have a day with Eppie tomorrow, I have the baskets to finish an take to the families, it'll give you two time together, bonding time."*

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Ealora: Night seemed to caress the skin, kissing the skin, drawing the body into a relaxation even when the mind did not will it so. A mind hard at work, trying to find the silver lining in the looming darkness. Almost feverish dreams showing her each and ever possible outcome. Even the dark ones which left her only half complete and his body cold in the ground. She couldn't let that happen. They were destined to be together, that meant he had to survive. He didn't know it but his admission while it filled her heart with the knowledge he trusted her enough to tell her the army was not as numerous as presumed, it fueled her desire to follow after him. See to his back herself and cure her bloodlust once and for all, curb the dark dreams which plagued her through the night. Thank the lord for a busy day. She sent Maahes and Eppie off for 'bonding' time as she had promised the night before while her and Nora slaved over a hot stove baking bread for the families. The last thing to add to the baskets. Even Sam and Taylor had showed up to load the two carts it took to get all the baskets on and in silence they helped her deliver the baskets to each and every family. If only Ealora could read minds, the minds of the families as the basket of food was given over along with a new set of clothes for momma, for papa, for child; tearfilled thanks, good wishes for the lord and lady and a smile plastered on her face. Her heart was in it, somewhere. Sam and Taloy watching on in awe, how far their Captain had come from darkness to light. From dirty blood lusted killer to a woman who in these peoples eyes could be a queen. Royalty was not in her blood, perhaps it should of been each though on their own but she was distance, even they could tell the smile on her face seemed to be painted there though she returned offered hugs over and over again. The sun had begun to set low in the sky painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and red. Celadon eyes caught the sight and she turned sharply as the door to the last house closed. Moving to the straps, she began to unhitch the horse from the chart. "Sam...Taylor..help me..unhitch this cart, teether it to the back of the other.." The two exchanged glances before moving to help her. "Ealora, what are you doing?" Sam spoke as he helped Taylor push the cart away from the horse. Gathering her skirts around her, she gripped the reins left around the horses neck and pulled herself up onto the horses back, ignoring Sam till her arm was grasped before she had a chance to get on the horse's backside by Taylor, twin stares of concern turned in her direction. Rolling her arm, she yanked it out of Taylor grasp, her jaw set though tears swam in her eyes. "What I have to do, now help me up, that's an order!" She hissed in return before swinging around as a pair of arms lifted her up onto the horses bare backside. "Tell Nora I went to see Shaden so she can tell Maahes when he gets home with Eppie, then get back to the ship and both of you, keep your traps shut."Yanking hard on the reins, the horse swung with a cry and with a kick the beast took off. Taylor moved towards the cart and began to unhitch the other horse. "Take this one..go get Maahes, screw orders..I'll get the villagers to help me." Sam attempting to protest were only met with the hard lips of his lover before he was tossed up onto the horses backside. "Get!" And he smacked the horses backside. When Ealora wanted something, she was like the storm, unreachable, undeterred..damaging. Screw orders, that woman needed a good whipping by her damn husband.

Shaden : Shaden had spent most of the day preparing for the ball, lessons for the courtesans and business ledgers.. a brief visit from Avery to check on the progression of her pregnancy.. an very odd meeting with Jack Flynn who seemed hell bent on being the center of Maggie's world.. it seemed she misjudged the girl slightly thinking her the one with the least potential.. when in fact.. she seemed to have done quite well for herself.. and the Lily wasn't even open.. yet..! That aside she had been hold up in her library for hours... now.. doing what.. reading and relaxing.. sure everyone else thought she was busy with finances or something of the like.. but in truth.. she was.. curled by the fire.. reading a book and relishing the new constant movement the child displayed within her body.. blissfully happy.. and playing hooky.. just some time.. to be herself.. and to enjoy her pregnancy.. Pushing every worry from her mind she had found a state of...zen almost.. it never lasted.. there was always something to tend to.. some new disaster.. some drama.. but.. for now.. it was a peaceful respite..

Maahes: Ealora would not have to look far in the city if she wished to find her Husband. His draft horse had been saddled early in the morning and the toddler would be ushered out for a day upon the town. The weather had been strangely warm melting away the snow and leaving behind the dry thick grass Scotland was known for. Through the street the many vendors carried so many new things with the Yuletide season just within the next few weeks, and Maahes worried he would not be there to see what a Saint would leave behind for the newest love of his life. With every fancy doll, and ever new dress Eppie would pass only to sample every sweet and treat the carts would offer. A child of his own heart, as had been his son. How long ago had it been since he and Galen walked the streets, the boy pestering his father with a million questions. Yet it was the silent wonder that carried within the voiceless angel upon his arm, that captivated him. As the day came to it's close she was asleep against his shoulder still clinging to the crystallized sugar treat for dear life..but most of it was on his tunic and her face. "We should get home." He whispered against her ear, but his feet carried him slowly to the Lily. Wouldn't hurt to check on the sister first hmm?

Ealora: Her breathing came in slow rushes as she peered through the darkness of the woods, the countryside, her intent quite clear in her mind. First to Shaden's to see the guard and then off to the blacksmiths for a private appointment. My wife...does not know fear. Maahes words while they had been so long ago echoed within her mind. Fear did not grip at her now as it had before, it was determination. As the sun disappeared past the horizon, the city came into view. People jumped against walls, pulling loved ones with them as the horse and rider seemed intent on bowling them over to get to their location. The moon soon took its place in the night sky, a ring around it, a sign of trouble not far behind as she pulled the horse into the courtyard of the Lily and practically jumped from the moving animals backside as she flowed towards the doorway. She didn't knock and the guards posted outside at the General request did not stop the madwoman as the latch was twisted and the door pushed inward. The door was left open as she moved down the hall, peering towards the great room for her target. Aha, it wasn't difficult.

Nic: Nicholas sat upon the sofa. The girls gathered each displaying their oh so brilliant gift of music or dance or voice for his ears since their bodies were still a slight blurr in his vision.

Ealora:"OUT!" Ealora voice rose towards the girls whom all stopped and stared in her direction. "OUT!" Her voice rose again and the girls rose in unison and hurried from the room.

Nic: Nicholas turned at the booming voice of the General wife and he rose from his seat only to turn his head toward the girls she was so intent on sending out. With a nod of his head the girls were filing out of the room. His arms came to rest behind his back as a cool and calm expression was turned back in her direction. "Ealora, oh sorry, Lady Asad Aziem. what can I do for you?"

Ealora: Ealora was silent for a long moment, moving around the sofa to within a few feet of him. "You will give me a plausible reason why you have not enlisted in the army for the battle to come."

Shaden : Shaden had heard the booming voice.. of her sister.. peace.. shattered.. it sounded as if she was in one of her rare delightful moods again.. turning down the page marking it carefully and picking London up off her lap and settling the small dog into the blanket.. a little pat was given to Leo.. as he snoozed on the arm of the chair... " I wish I could rest so well " a scowl at the fat cat and sleepy pup... as she moved toward the door opening it in time to hear Ealora demanding reason from Nic.. as to why he was not enlisted to fight the war.. a copper brow arched as she stood in the doorway undetected by either of them for the moment.. what the hell had gotten into Ealora.. from here she could see her face.. but not Nicholas.. it was something she had never seen in her sisters face before.. fear... deep set in those Celadon eyes... she knew that look well.. for she had faced it in the mirror not so long ago.. but what was the Pirate Queen afraid of.. there were only two things that Shaden knew could shake her sister so.. her Husband.. or her child.... or perhaps both... It dawned on her it was dark.. then.. Ealora had come here in the dark.. apparently alone.. had they not received her message about.. the threat in the wolves..? Worry stained her features what would make Ealora risk such to come here... fearing the answers would not present it'self if she made herself known.. she eavesdropped.. Bad bad Shaden.. oh well add it to her list of sins!

Maahes: A heavy handed knock would sound upon the Lily as the pair stood in the dark of the street waiting, it wasn't until the rush of the wind did Maahes realize he was unarmed..Though his hands were as deadly as any sword they were at the moment full. The leaves of past autumn collected around his feet, but as the winds passed the sounds remained in the distant woods. The hair on the back of his neck stood as he heard the heavy breath of the animals in the dark. They were so close yet still seemed so far..so large. He could see their shadows moving even in the light of the rising moon. Were they man or animal? Curiosity was what made a man like him fearless, Eppie was safe..all were safe n his arms, but as Maahes stepped down from the stairs the sounds of their movement stilled. The wolves seemed to disappear like ghosts in the night, no longer drawing closer.

Jean: A perfectly manicured hand fell upon the shoulder of the man as the night drew in around him, and Maahes turned to meet the eyes of the pirate, "I would not follow, my friend." He spoke from under the rim of his silk hat flat upon the top.

Maahes: "What are they?" Maahes asked returning his eyes to the woods to search for any sign of life.

Jean:"Just a common gray wolf, M'lord, but I fear they are ill with disease. It makes them kill without reason...eat when there is no hunger." Jean-Claude turned his kind eyes from the man to the child sleeping there within his arms. "What a perfectly heavenly face, but one I fear will be cold soon, hmm?" He smiled returning to meet the burning gaze of the beast...What a fierce look there within the man across from him, why was it Maahes always looked as if afraid Jean-Claude was coming on to him. Is this fruitcake coming on to me?

Nic: "First of all Madame Asad-Aziem. You should not ride so hard and endanger the life within you, secondly, you should not be riding in the dark. Did you not receive your sisters warning? She would be most upset at the loss of you. As well as your husband.."He paused to wave a hand at the sofa but a hard look from Ealora had him lifting his shoulders and letting them drop in a shrug. "Very well then, I can not go into war blind. or at this point halfway blind. Secondly, I live in Skye but I am not pledged to it for the simple reason that any land I've pledged my honor to, my blood has fallen upon the soil and although I have given my all, it has taken from me...everything. I will not do that again. I am..in love with your sister Ealora, whether you wish to believe it of me or not. I would not doom her to turmoil over my leaving for battle with no way of knowing I will return or not. My oath has gone to her, my sworn word I would protect her. I can not do that on the battlefield. So as much as I can not go..I am also choosing not to go, I refuse to give up more of my life for the oath of a knight and again see my hearts desire taken from me..you asked for my reason and there it is." All said with the annoying presence of calm and collected baritone voice.

Ealora: She stood stock and silent as he spoke, unwavering in the hard stare and rather enraged by the fact that he seemed to scold her like a child. "Wars are an ugly affair SIR Nicholas. They can do that, take everything from you whether you want it to or not. I mean to prevent it from doing so as much as possible. Do not give me that horsechyt about being partially blind, in love with my sister and because of it unwilling to go. I'm pregnant not brain dead. You SIR are a coward. You didn't loose everything to war, you ran from it and your playing off this sad tale to win the heart of my sister in her weak state. I will not allow it. I may be pregnant but I would go to war without a second thought to protect my family, my land, my husband and my way of life. It's loyalty sir and swearing loyalty just to my sister does not make you worthy of it. Your sight might return by the time they go to war. I may have no sway on what happens to you if you do not go but know this, when I promise something it is done even if I have to do it with my last breath. If your sight has returned by then, you WILL enlist or so help me god, I will kill you myself."

Shaden : "Ealora Mallory Asad Aziem !" her voice cut thru Ealora's like a hot knife.. " You will calm yourself.. you are out of line.. it's not good for the child " she advanced on her sister her temper also in full flare.. her eyes glittering like the Harpies of the Sea. in tales of old the vengeful destroyer of souls.. crimson hair seemed to flame as she walked toward her sister and Nic " You have no right to speak in such a manner... you know nothing of his past.. and cannot judge.. " now she stood before Ealora looking up.. yes she was short.. but dynamite came in small packages... " It is your fear of loosing Maahes that makes you talk out of your head this way.. and while I understand it I will not abide your rudeness.. You have told me many times how you want peace.. to live a life without war... and now.. because your Love Your Life is threatened.. you would Shame a man who has fought his wars..already.. deny him his peace...? " You shame yourself.. with your selfishness.." she glared at her sister..

Gerda: Gerda had skirted the fight in the great room to answer the door.. " Ohhh good lord.." she exclaimed seeing Maahes..not good.. not good at all.. and then behind him Jean.. even worse.. adding fuel to the fire.. her eyes rolled upward beseeching heaven above.. as she held out her arms for the child.. knowing Maahes could hear the raised voices of Shaden and Ealora from beyond.. She tried to block his way " No you don't go upsetting them anymore than they be.. they both be carrying.. babes.. and are in a foul enough mood without your help !" she moved this way and that.. trying to slow him down.. the old woman failed of course.. " I'll be taking her to the kitchen for some dinner then " she curled the little one against her matronly bosom and shuffled off .. bunch of high tempered fools.. the lot of them!

Maahes: Suddenly Jean-Claude was gone, though he stood just at his side. What was his wife screaming about? And who the hell did Shaden think she was to be screaming at her. "Ealora!" He called down the hall, as he made his presence known. His voice calmed as he took the scene in, "What is going on here?" He could feel the pain his wife felt from the worry and deeply hurt in return. This! Was why he kept things like this to himself. "Ealora.." He purred closing the distance between them and taking her within his embrace. One arm arm circled behind her shoulder as the hand cupped her cheek to lift her chin and place a gentle kiss against her lips, "Habibi, Kolo tamam?" (is everything ok?)" He spoke in Arabic, the words gentle knowing that he would walk upon the shells of eggs as she was breaking down. "Do not fear for me, I will return home." He promised against the silken strands of her hair swaying softly, but as his eyes rose to find that of Shaden and this Nic all the fires of hell came a live..yet he would would remain calm..on the outside..for now.

Ealora: Celadon eyes swung to her sister as her full name was called and only ever one person had ever used her full name when she was in trouble, her mother. It only further enraged her as fists clenched at her sides. "I know enough that he is using you, using you for whatever manly purpose he has and to hide behind you. Fear? Yes I fear ever damn day of my life because both of us come for a world that will never allow us more then a moments of peace! He knows how to fight and he will not, WILL not, not because he can not, he chooses not to and that is not good enough!"Her lips slammed closed as she heard Maahes coming down the hall calling her name but her sister calling her selfish made her pregnancy hormones rage and she lost it in a round smack against her sisters cheek. Perhaps not as hard as she would of hit a man but it was enough that her hand stung afterwards. "How DARE you say I am being selfish, how DARE you! I love my husband enough to want to fight, am fighting the urge to go with every fiber of my being, if that is selfish then so be it but I will not have my husband off to war with to few men and not to return home! We are destined to be togeher and I will be damned if some arrogant arsehole intent on taking our land and our lives from us will win out over that! You think on that Shaden Aramoire before you support a coward, Selfish to want to protect my husband, to give him the men he needs to return home. Selfish when he said he was stay home and I told him he had to go because I want him to fight for those he loves, to protect them so we don't live under the thumb of men like maubery and robert the bruce. Hell yes I am selfish, every damn bone in my body when I have to send my husband, my one true love off to war and I can not follow!" She was pulled into Maahes embrace and lost it, sobbing into his chest as he whispered down at her ear that he would return home.

Nic: His eyes swiveled between the two sisters. What had been about him had now turned to them and he would not stop it. Pregnancy hormones in two hellfire kittens was not his cup of tea and it was a battle that he would lose although he moved like a mouse caught in the sights of a hungry cat towards Shaden, his hand coming out to touch the small of her back. "Shaden.."He spoke lightly, the hurt flashed on his face as they both spouted words they obviously didn't mean. Ah to be a man! But his movements, his words stayed ever calm even as Maahes flashed him a look from hell itself. Guilt welled up inside his heart at Ealora's words but he could not voice it. He had to remain calm, level headed able to react and then Ealora strike came and his arms came around Shaden waist to pull her back into him just as Ealora was wrapped up into her husband. Keep that hellcat back! His anger flared, his jaw set and the calm replaced by sheer anger.

Shaden: Her face turned sharply to the side under the violence of the slap.. a crimson welt marring her cheek.. it stung.. more so because of who it came from than the actual physical wound.. but dam Ealora had a hard hand..! Nic's arms suddenly around her pulling her back.. into him... but she didn't' lift a hand to strike her sister merely looked down for a long moment before lifting her eyes and her chin... " I've done my duty to see the Likes of the Bruce banished from these lands Ealora... it cost me .. much..." her eyes had went cold.. " You Husband Chose his Life as a General.. You Chose your Life as his wife... You cannot force others to Choose... your ways... because it is what you want.. You glare at me with your judgement all you want but until we are slaves to Master and Mistress Asad Aziem.. then we are free. to make that choice.. Including Nic." her jaw set and she shook off Nic's embrace... when he would reach for her again.. she shrugged his touch as if she could not bear anyone's touch at all.. she looked at them both Maahes and Ealora " your rooms are readied if you need a place to rest.. as always my home is yours... " her hand lifted to her cheek.. still unbelieving... " I have work to do ".. her eyes moved to Nicholas a moment.. then she turned.. she would not cry.. not in front of Ealora.. she would not let her know how much she hurt her..

Maahes: Maahes mirrored Nic..shock. Ealora actually struck her sister? Even her crying form in his arms was almost forgotten in his state of..did that just happen? He knew that look in Shaden's eye, knew it well for the first and last strike he ever received from his wife. However just like her nature, Shaden knew not when to back down as he. Her words kept falling from her lips. He still held Ealora in her hormonal state, but thick lips parted to raise his word, "I am going to say this only one time, and only once." Spoken to them both but his eyes burning into Shaden's, "NO ONE is forcing or asking you to serve what is right. None have done less or more by ways of this country then any other man..or woman. It is NOT a selfish desire to want a loved one to be protected. Though.." He had to chuckle then meeting the eyes of Nic, "I have to say no man's past should come between fighting for his future. If the war is lost..and.." He stopped then feeling the shudder of his wife, and he tightened his hold and lowered his voice, "Do not listen to her Nic, I do not need a soldier to get out there and fail me due to something a man would put aside in the battle, My wife will not complete her promise. She has no reason." Curling his fingers with that of his wife he started to slowly pull her to the door," She has not heard the news.." He said gently trying to make since of the tear stained face of his hormonal pregnant wife. Was this as bad as it would get? He sure did hope so. "Thank you for the offer, but you can return to your..relaxation and music." We've got more important things to do. "Come on, Habibi, let us get our daughter hmm?" Yes, that was it calm her down. Big deep breaths Ealora, big deep breaths.

Ealora: Her hand stung from the slap but not as much as her heart for the doing it. Her face pressed into Maahes chest even as Shaden spoke and she suddenly felt ill and dizzy from the whole experience. Her sobs had quieted but she wouldn't lift her gaze to Shaden, or Nic. She couldn't. The fact was she loved her sister with all her heart and soul but the fact Shaden saw her actions as selfish stung more then if Shaden had slapped her in return. Though pressed into his chest her brow still rose in silent question as he chuckled. He was chuckling at a time like this? With a shudder at even saying the war would be lost the rolling of her stomach started all over again only to still as his arms tightened around her and then he was leading her towards the door. A slender brow perked upward once more. "What news?" Murmured towards him in a quiet whisper as she pulled in a deep breath and released it. Eppie? He had brought Eppie here? She turned to find Gerda moving forward with the little girl still sound asleep. "Give me our daughter Gerda, please.."Utterly softly to the old woman as she scooped the little girl into her arms. Damn him but it did calm her down. The little girl stirred, bright blue eyes confused and in wonder at the sodden cheeks of Ealora and a tiny hand raised to wipe at her cheeks. Ealora managed a smile as she caught the hand as it passed by her lips to the other cheek and kissed the little palm as she hugged the little girl close. Give it a few days yes, then things could go back to normal. Lord she had lost her mind but blame it on the pregnancy right?

Nic: His arms loosened from around Shaden as she shrugged out of them and true to knowing him, she shrugged him off again when he went to embrace her. For a long while he was silent, hands moved behind his back as first Shaden then Maahes spoke and still he remained...silent. Silvery blue eyes flared to laugh as he moved his attention from Shaden to Maahes. "You do not know me General, when you have lost your wife..your child...your unborn child after fighting for the very land which took them. Then you can preach to me about having a soldier that would fail you. When you have felt that pain, when you have seen that destruction, then you may preach your words to me but I very much doubt they will echo my own sentiments. If you are in need of extra men, then take those guards you posted outside. I am sure your sister could very well protect herself but I have given her my word, my sworn duty and nothing you say will change that. If the war shall fail then I will make sure all innocence are removed from whatever evil would invade these lands. That as much should give you reason to believe some men need to stay behind. I made the mistake of not doing the same in my own lands and everything was lost. I am not some sword happy boy General...then again, you will never know that because you do not matter enough to me to know as much. I respect you General, but I do not care for you." He moved to stand behind Shaden, his hand coming to her back again as his lips lowered to her ear. "Shaden, let me take you to your room, you need to relax hmm?"Softness, ultimate calm returned.

Shaden: She didn't offer any words to Maahes rebuke.. only looked at him as if he too had slapped her.. with his undertone of thinking his life their lives held more importance than hers... and that her life was filled with frivolity and happiness. Ealora and Maahes were not the only ones who had suffered..It was not the need to see a love one safe from harm that Shaden though selfish.. but to demand and Shame another.. into service of war.. without though of his circumstance that Shaden had found selfish.. the man was Half Blind for cripes sake! Might as well suit up all the cripples and lepers.. and while she was at it fit Shaden for armor as well.. it was ludicrous.. and that was what Shaden found selfish.. as they moved to the door she felt Nic's hand coming to caresse softly at her back again.. her eyes squeezing shut.. against the though that banged about in her head.. they are leaving... they are leaving you... everyone.. leaves... her hand fell to her belly... touching the child below lovingly, as she drew in a breath ragged to keep herself from openly sobbing.. and when the door closed behind them.. the dam burst.. and so like her sister she turned sobbing into the mans chest...

Maahes: Oh no he didn't.."Nicholas, those guards are already gone. All men of these lands are working to fight for the Duke and Duchess, this is not about you or any other man..it is about Skye. I fight not for myself but for the families who have suffered many deaths as you have. I may not have lost as you, but I'll have you know every soldier out there is greatly loved, and for that I suffer with each loss. Stay behind," He waved his hand dismissing the matter, "Your opinion is...not important." Yeap that was it, Nic would never hold any matter by this one ever again. He was no different then any pathetic cry baby he ever knew. Ealora didn't mean what she said, and he did not take her side because he agreed with her, no he didn't need nor want men like Nic if his head was not where it should be. He took her side because she was his wife and that's what that ring stood for. No they didn't always leave, he just simply needed to calm her. "You should not have hit her Ealora. You know how much that hurts." He was very glad Shaden didn't hit back, Maahes would be in prison right now. He spoke quietly as Eppie attention was on the woods once again, her bright blue eyes wide as she looked over the shoulder of her mother. "I want you to calm down, then return tomorrow and say your sorry." The winter wind returned as they walked down the road.

Ealora: Perhaps she could of handled the situation better. Blame the pregnancy hormones, she could do that for several more months darn it. Briefly Celadon eyes rose to meet Shaden before she turned to follow Maahes as his arm wrapped around her waist. Shifting Eppie in her arms as the little one was now wide away, her bottom held in Ealora's arms as the little arms wove around her mothers neck. Her nose pressed into the soft milky white flesh of the little girls cheek willing the tears back. No more tears tonight, she couldn't handle it. Great now her husband was scolding her. She heaved a sigh, she knew he was right but damn it she didn't want to hear it right now. This was not a good way to get her to calm down. "Did she eat dinner?"Changing the subject, your damn straight. Eppie had to come first, she looked to them for guidance, for nurturing and life and to be taken care of as there was no way the three year old could do so herself."Did you?" She placed a gentle kiss against the little girls cheek and smiled. Who could remain upset with that face. "Did you have fun with daddy today?" No she wasn't ignoring him, he would know her well enough that if she didn't argue, she was agreeing with him and pushing the matter aside for now.

Nic: Chin tilted upward as the blurry vision of the General was taken in but his words went in one ear and out the other. Slow steps carried him behind Shaden to see the door closed before his arms wrapped around her as she trembled and sobbed against his chest. Lips fell to brush against the top of a copper curled head. "She didn't mean it Shaden...you didn't mean it..it'll be ok"Quiet comforting words whispered down at her as he rocked her back and forth in his arms, palms circling her backside in slow soothing circles.

Shaden : "OH bother.. I will not cry like this " but she was.. no matter how hard she tried not to.. his soothing arms and words only seemed to make the sobs come harder until she was just a mess.. " I cannot believe she would come here..demanding such.. of you... she knows you cannot see.. " she sniffled and hiccuped against his chest.. finally quieting after a bit.. and pulling back.. " I"m sorry... I apologize for her she's overwrought.. and pregnant she's taken on a orphaned child and now with war looming it must be so hard on her.." she slid down the door in a puddle of soft violet velvet skirts.. " I should never have yelled at her.. oh gods she must hate me " her hand went to her cheek.. for a moment.. still in wonder that Ealora had slapped her.. then like a shot she was up.. jerking open the door.. and running down the steps.. down the street.. thru puddled of melted snow.. yes it was ruining her dress but she didn't' care.. " Ealora.. Ealora" she ran.. the most ungraceful thing anyone had ever seen. skirts hiked up past her knees so she could sprint.. well as much as a pregnant woman could sprint and when she caught up to them her arms were flung about her sister an the child she carried " I'm sorry so sorry... I love you please don't go ..away hating me " her grip was so tight that Eppie squealed and wiggled between them... this was a first.. Shaden had backed down.. and let her pride go... because of her love for her sister... what amazing things having a baby did to one!

Maahes: "Italy..there will be help from there." He knew not of the outcome or if the men from the nation would help in the war, but it brought hope to so many face's. "And the scouts returned with over a hundred good strong men, and even a man of healing." Expanding his heavy oversized arm to circle her shoulder he gave her a careful squeeze. "No wife of mine will worry of her husband's life...enough to make herself a fool." Dark eyes that held all the rage of an endless desert passed from the beautiful vision of his wife to sweep the surrounding woods once again. Perhaps it was the cold that drifted down the leather of his backface, or how the breeze brought the heavy fabric of his cloak alive--cracking in the wind like a whip across one's back; that had him chill, but all Maahes knew is that there was a darkness in the surrounding forest. As Shaden came forth with her rush of exposed legs, Maahes fell away from them by a few steps and opened to the darkened pines. The bitter wind was cold again for that he could feel, but the air was still fairly warm. Strange..for the season. This was second nature to him, surviving..fighting..war, death. from the moment of his birth his destiny was known, but never in his life had he simply been so spooked by a darkened wood, the moonlight beaming through the pines lighting the back of silver fur and cause him to jump. "Ealora, Shaden,...go inside." Any that knew the man knew when to challenge him, and to never question..THIS was not one of those times.

Ealora: "Don't start calling me a fool Maahes Asad Aziem else you'll be sleeping on the couch again."Though there was a hint of a tease on her voice. "I can't help it, the baby is growing, my body is changing. I just went...mad.."She paused to let his words sink in. Help from the italians and other scots? A healer too? That was good news but was it enough? Of course it was not, the only thing that would be enough for a quick war which ended in him coming home. He had to understand this was difficult for her. She had NEVER had to stay behind in a fight and this was just not any fight, this was a fight for their way of life, to keep it, to hold it, to cherish it the way they saw fit...and little Aodhan, about getting him back and this was also the man she loved more then her own life. The other part of her soul. He could say he was coming home a thousand times, it did not mean that fate...destiny had it in mind to agree with him. It was cruel. How many loved ones had it taken from her so far? Now she was expected to sit back and just let things happen, eventually she would accept it, do what she had to do to the best of her ability but no one could expect her to fall into it easily. Shaden voice had her turning to behold the nearly naked legs of her sisters slushing threw snow puddles towards them. With a half sob and a cry of well..hilarity, her one good arm opened wide and pulled her sister in despite Eppie squeals. "I don't hate you, I could never hate you, I love you Shaden, I am so sorry, I should never of struck you. I'm sorry" Poor Maahes and Nic, having to deal with increasingly hormonal women, no this was not the end. She hugged and rocked her sister with a laugh. "You draft woman, running with your legs displayed to the world."Though the laughter died on her lips as Maahes jumped beside her and in that firm tone of hers, told them to get inside. Her mouth opened as her heart began to drum in her chest. No this was one time she would not argue, her arm curled around Shaden and with Eppie, she quickened the three of them back towards the Lily. "Maahes..come on...whatever it is, just come on, we'll stay at the lily tonight!"

Shaden : THey hurried back inside.. Shaden Stopping to Look at Maahes.. with a worried look.. " Maahes... Jean said to stay away from the woods.. there are sick wolves in them.. " atop the steps she turned... to look at Ealora... " DIdn't you two get my note.. I sent it by messenger a few days ago?" the door opened and Gerda stood in it's frame.. smiling.. holding out her arms for the child..as the two women watched the BEast of a General

Maahes: "No..but I have been getting reports of the murders are growing. Start Eppie a bath, I will go to the barracks and get my reports." As well send message to Nora that they would not be returning.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Maahes: Dark clouds loomed in the distance, and the rumble of heavy thunder purred down the highlands as it shook the windows of the Lily, "Go inside." Maahes barked at the women pulling his sword from the safety of it's sheath and the cry of the free form slicing through the air, carrying on the wind. Eppie started crying as they started to move trying to break free from the arms that held her tight. Out numbered 7 to one Maahes had seen better odds, but in all his life battling fights unable to be won was his destiny. The heavy winds of the storm carried the leaves to shuffle around his feet and the warmth of the small fluke in weather was almost a comfort...or perhaps a spirit trying to tell him to run. They laughed at him, he swore these winter wolves as they paced back and forth in the woods. Were they just as afraid? In the light of the street Maahes's shadow loomed, and the fog from the woods started to roll at his feet. Perhaps it was the light in which they were afraid, as he swore them to be ghosts moving across the forest floor.

Shaden : "Maahes come inside.. please ?" she begged as She held onto Ealora's arm.. for fear her sister would go running into the darkness... " Nic...!" she called to her knight... even though he was half blind she trusted him to protect her and those with her.. Gerda had taken Eppi into the house the light spilling from the arched way door flooding a circle of haven on the cobblestones.. " Maahes Please... ?"

Ealora: "Shh Eppie, daddy is ok"She kissed the sodden little cheek as she handed over to Gerda, just in case. She was pregnant, not stupid. Her husband was in trouble, you beat her ass was there but Shaden arm had her arm going around her sisters waist even as she called for her knight. "Maahes!" She called out to him from the home of her sister. What the hell was out there? This couldn't be just wolves..wolves didn't act like this. Her fingers curled into her sister clothing, begging silently for Shaden to keep her grounded there. It was hard to want to protect the child within you when you wanted to protect your husband as well.

Nic: At Shaden’s call, he rose from the sofa having gone back when she ran out into the night after her sister. Just to stunned really to have followed her. Peeking his head out the door, he put a hand against Shaden shoulder. "Close the door behind me...go..."For once his voice wasn't the calm and collected it always was, this was commanding, condemning if un obeyed. His sword was lifted from its rest at the side of the door as he moved out into the night. Damn shadows...damn the loss of light but he could still make out the form of the General...hard to miss really. "General.."Slight question, slight command to announce his presence.

Maahes: "Go inside boy." As that what Nic was to him--a child. Perhaps they were the same age, but he would dare not call him a man. "I count 7." Eyes darted with each one, reading them like a book picking out flaws in their form. One had a limp, but made for his flaw by baring it's teeth. Oversized razor sharp fangs that seemed to drip with the decease. Maahes was not a fool and would not go into the wood after them. Something...just didn't sit right. "Go inside protect the women." It's all you are good for. Maahes's opinion of the man had never been the best, but after his harsh words tonight Nic was nothing but scum. There was no reason for his harsh words..or opinion of the General, but by now he was used to being judged.

Jean: The fog was thick now as it poured from the streets inching closer like a spider curling with the shadows of the night and reaching out to caress the flesh of the General and the man who stood at his side. It gathered around the leather boots that silently stepped down the cobblestone road, and ran up the back of the wool cloak of the man whose hands were folded very casually behind his back. Free from his hat tonight, long strands of jet black hair moved wildly in the wind, crossing the bridge of his nose and tickling his lips as they parted to speak, both of the men looked like fools in his eyes. Their swords would protect them huh? His smirk was was clear as he stood at the backs of the men, but he would not allow them to see. "Tell me..Avez-vous jamais dansé avec le diable sous le clair de lune pâle ?"

Maahes: Maahes turned slowly over his shoulder to glare at the man, "French fool." He growled snarling as his burning orbs set within the navy of the man across from him.

Jean: "I ask, M'lord, If you have ever danced with the devil under the pale moonlight.." He said with a calm you-don't-scare-me-oh-look-at-the-stars voice keeping his eyes firmly upon the shadows in the woods. Like browsing in a store he turned his gaze from the forest to the beast beside him, "Because you are about to, and I dare say not even you could bring that evil down." Squaring his feet with his shoulders he rolled his eye to Nic, "He would have the better chance for he cannot see...and trust me those wolves up close are nothing for any eye." Returning his attention to the shadows, they all would follow his eyes and even Maahes stilled..The wolves were in perfect line tree wolf tree wolf tree wolf as they stood still and waited. "They will not come into the streets, they know only the woods..but once you step foot..."From behind his back a gloved hand held a small sack of something alive as it moved inside. Opening the tie he would release the sack as a small rabbit would quickly bound out and dart for the woods. Seconds later such a sound of violence billowed out into the night. Howling..growling..biting..snarling..bones broke and blood splattered; the rabbit was no more. Shadows became one as the wolves fought over the rabbit, and Maahe's eyes widened. "You see Beast, once they start it cannot be stopped." That gloved hand touched the man's shoulder lightly as he motioned for the window where the women watched. "That child does not need to watch you be torn apart like her real father..." Maahes watched Eppie screaming on the inside kicking Gerda and wanting down, "Let us go inside." Jean-Claude spoke as he looked between Maahes and Nic, "and I will tell you of these wolves."

Shaden: Shaden had taken Nic's order.. pulling Ealora inside and shutting the door.. but soon her and Ealora's face were pressed against the leaded glass, the breath fogging the cooler panes of glass as they pressed their faces to it to see what was happening.. inside her heart thundered.. her hands gripping Ealora's as Jean stepped into view with Nic and Maahes.. silent prayers were lifted for the trio of men.. "Come inside.. Come inside " she breathed... gasping when she saw a flash of silvery fur dart forth to chase after the loosed sacrifice.. her eyes closing as the though of what happened to the poor creature assailed her.. behind her Eppie was putting up a horrible fight.. as Gerda tried to control the headstrong tantrum.. heading toward the great room sinning soothing Nordic lullabies.. rather loudly to drown out the caterwauling of the toddler.

Sam: A horse screamed in the stillness of the night, or what was left of it after the animalistic attack of rabbit and wolves. He had pushed the horse as much as he could doing what Taylor had told him to do rather then what Ealora had told him to do. He hard searched into dusk for the General only to finally return to Red Wall for Nora to tell him she thought he had gone to town with Eppie. Damn it. Darkness was all ready settling around the temple but with a heavy sigh he had returned to the horse. By now Maahes was probably with Ealora and he could go back to the ship and Ealora never had to know he had disobeyed her. The city was just in sight, the lily was just a breath away and he didn't get to see it. The attack came from nowhere, first one then six others. Horse and rider knocked towards the ground. Rolling upon the ground, the rider rose only as the horse screamed into the night as teeth gnawed, bones cracked. Oh chyt! "Ealora! Taylor! Maahes!" Screamed from the darkness from the first mate as flight of foot pounded against the forest floor, no he didn't want to do die but it seemed he was going to.

Ealora: Her fingers curled with Shaden as breathing fogged the glass only for it to be wiped away and the process repeated until Gerda came in with Eppie who screamed, cried, kicked. That was her girl, Ealora would of smiled were it not so heartbreaking to see and hear the child so upset. Come in...come in...come inside, please, oh please. Her stomach rolling , upset and heaving as she pressed a hand to her stomach as the other wiped fog from the pane once more. Damn window! screw orders to shut the door. Lifting off the sofa, she moved from the great room down the hall to the door and threw it open, only to stand within the threshold of the doorway to peer outward. Did someone call her name? She stepped away from the threshold onto the stoop, her lips pulled into a frown as she stared at the three men. come inside....come inside now! Her heart beating madly within her chest, something was definitely wrong.

Jean: "No, M'lord..it is only a trick." Jean-Claude lied through his teeth, as the man's scream rose. "You must get to your wife, they are after her." His eyes parted then to the door where Ealora stood, and he felt the man's shoulder harden under his hand, and felt him then break away. Yeap, he knew that would work.

Maahes: Moving inside Maahes did not turn back once as he opened his arms to collect his wife. "Close the door." He barked after Jean-Claude followed. Eppie did not stop screaming, not even when the doors were shut and the locks locked. Maahes broke from Ealora and took the child from Gerda and the babe sobbed against his shoulder but gave in. Her muffled cries grew quieter as he paced with her rubbing her back lightly--a pro at this by now, Galen was 13 and still cried like this. He was fuming under the child, rage built beyond belief but he would not break until she was put to bed.

Jean: "You can not go into the woods after dark." Jean-Claude spoke to Maahes but crossed the path to clear the distance between he and Shaden. "Mon amour..are you all right?" He whispered reaching out to take her hand within the silk of his own and squeezed lightly. Shaden was much more upset then what she seemed, as he felt it..was there a fight tonight? Did the trio fight? Exchanging her hand within the palm of his other he touched her shoulder with the now free hand and motioned her to sit down; follow his lead. Taking a seat upon the sofa he ushered them all to sit by the fire and relax. Everyone needed to calm down, but of course more importantly--the woman at his side did. "It is all right." He looked then to Gerda and asked for tea for them all though in reality Maahes he felt needed a good strong wine...and after tonight maybe even he did, as he knew it would not be long before he would be interrogated for answers about the wolves. He could see that look in the General's eye.

Shaden : " I'm fine.. I fine" her hand shook in his... " now that you are all inside.. safe.. " she smiled bravely at the three men.. then her eyes lingered on the family as mother and father soothed their child.. a little ache in her heart at the tortured sounds that came from the slowly calming babe... Eyes lifting to make sure that Nic was indeed alright.. as she was lead to the couch.. " Check on Ealora Jean.. she was very upset the baby " she urged him toward the other woman.. worried for her sister..

Gerda: Gerda left and came back bearing a tray of tea for the ladies and mulled wine for the men.. lingering long enough to whisper softly to the mistress making sure that Shaden was ok.. the old woman had become quite protective over her as if she were her own.. leaning back and placing her hands on her hips she whispered harshly " after that you will think twice about traipsing down after dark to you little bathing place.. it's unseemly for you to go out alone.. at night.. I hope this scared some sense into you " she scolded before moving off dusting the tea towel back and forth with annoyance.. no one listened to Gerda... noo noo she's just a silly old woman.. pffttt she mumble as she walked off.. everyone knew it was safer to stay inside after dark.. early to bed early to rise.. that's what keep fools alive!

Ealora: The screams continued, terrified, begging and then...painful, dying and until there was silence. Her fingers gripped at her stomach. Who was screaming? Wrapping Maahes into her, she let out a breath of relief and opened her arms as Eppie was passed to them, her hand moving in time with Maahes on the little girls back until it stilled as a cold wind rushed over her body, seemingly out of nowhere. Tell Taylor I love him, be seeing you..Cap'n. Her body rigid, did they hear that voice? That..Sam...Her heart clenched and screamed out as her fists clenched at her sides. Dear god let her be wrong. That screaming man was not him. He was at the ship. She gave him an order. Yet somehow the woman knew deep down that the screams had been his. In any event, the door was locked and she wanted to throw it open and see him standing there. She wouldn't know till morning. Maahes was fuming, she could feel it. Eppie upset, Shaden upset. She couldn't go anywhere tonight. Turning again to her husband and daughter, she lay a hand on the little girls back as her head rested against Maahes arm. "See...Daddy is ok.."She cooed softly and brushed her thumb against the sodden cheeks of their little girl.

Nic: The sword was laid against the corner as the door was shut behind the three of them. The Genera to his wife and daughter...the girl-thingy to Shaden. His jaw tightened but he turned to lock the deadbolt in place. His heart went out to the person who had been unfortunately caught in the woods but there had been nothing any of them could do for the person. Not after hearing what happened to the rabbit. He stayed by the door though as Ealora looked all most ready to go through it and then her attention was turned and he followed after the pretty boy and Shaden into the great room. His head tipped, nodding in Shaden direction. He was fine though he moved to place a gentle kiss against the old woman cheek as she turned to leave mumbling. "Everyone should listen to you wise mother.."He whispered gently against her ear, calm down momma bear. His attention turned again to Shaden. Was she all right? To much, just to much happened around those two...Maahes and Ealora seemed to pull trouble with them. At least he allowed himself to think it silently before banishing it. That was wrong of him to think and yes, he felt guilt for thinking it as he moved to lower himself onto the sofa by Shaden as his hand came to her backside. "Are you all right Shaden?"

Jean: "I think if I were to touch Ealora or even speak to her, I would be removed from this world." He smiled dearly letting his eyes meet those of Shaden's and he once again touched her hand, "Her husband will calm her, and your child is just as important." His softer features came alive at the thought of the baby growing inside of the woman, and he took a deep breath. "She is right, Mon amour, You should not stray outside at least not without someone." Nic moved forward and Jean-Claude stepped back allowing the knight peace. "Peregrin has yet to recover from the attack. Their disease is a hard one to heal, and I fear I may not be able to do it." He announced to the room, "I suggest you get your best archers and poise them ready to start taking out these animals." He stood then like a statue perfectly still waiting for the retaliation.

Maahes "I'm ok, princess." He whispered bending his neck to touch his cheek to the top of the child's head, her soft curls a welcome feeling against his skin. It would not take long before Eppie would pass out, exhausted from her temper and would soon be put to bed. Maahes would return downstairs and kick back that glass of wine real quick needing his own nerves calmed. Touching the shoulder of his wife he squeezed her into him as he turned to look at Gerda, "Something stronger?" Poor woman would never get any rest tonight. "That's too bad." He growled to Jean-Claude, but instantly felt bad as the man's face fell. He knew the pirate cared greatly for his captain, but let's not forget who that man was. "Those wolves will be dead by tomorrow night. I've got a war to attend, and I'll not be leaving behind anything that will hurt my girls." All three of them.

Shaden : Gerda was shot a look that blatantly said tattletale before her attention was taken up by the men at her sides, Jean holding her hand lightly Nic stroking her back.. in some places .. namely dreams this would have been a very nice every girls fantasy.. but in reality.. in this instance it was very uncomfortable for all involved.. especially the object` de attenicion` the copper haired temptress that settled between them. Looking up at Jean she nodded softly " With what I saw and heard tonight it will not be a hard choice.. " she shuddered softly smiling as he spoke of the importance of her own child.. it settled well within her heart.. this child had started off its journey as an accident.. a mistake.. and perhaps an ill effect of violence.. but somewhere in her heart it had turned a key and become more than just a fatherless child.. or the bastard some saw it as.. the affliction.. she loved the new life that burgeoned within her womb.. her hand caressed the small curve " I'm fine.. see " her hand pulled Jeans to the place were she was now gently rounded.. beneath which hearty kicks resounded as if to agree with it's mothers assessment.. " it's a feeling I've grown to love " she smiled radiantly at both of them.. then..feeling Nic stiffen behind her.. she leaned back against him softly... grateful for Maahes return.. and his speech taking the onus from her person.. yes look at Maahes he's loud.. he’s proud.. he's the Beast of Skye...! Shaden was suffering the third level of hell that was for sure.. where you got what you dreamed of.. but it just wasn't quite right...!

Ealora: Her hand left Maahes and Eppie as he carried her up the stairs to put her to bed only to turn and move to the doorway of the great room. Her arms curled protectively around her stomach as she watched the trio inside without really looking at them. Her hand lifted as Maahes hand settled on her shoulder and she was pulled back against him. She was tired, tired of fighting, tired of turmoil and tired of death. She had enough but it was not over. None of it was. Her fingers tightened on Maahes as he asked for something stronger and barked at Jean. She was no fan of the Frenchman nor Peregrin but the two were friends. Her other hand moved, in slow stroked against the curve of her stomach, the baby was not yet pushing her belly outward but she knew it was there. In a way protecting it from what was going on while it grew stronger inside of her.

Nic: He stroked at her back though if he was anything like Maahes, he would of been growling at Jeans hand on her belly. He forced himself to remain calm and his arm curled around her as she leaned back against him. Silvery blue eyes went from Jean to Maahes. Well weren't they both a bunch of hot headed fools. This is the problem, this is how you solve it, done! He felt like snorting but like a good 'boy' he kept his reflex noises to himself. His head dipped for a moment. Ever silent, ever calculating before he let out a sigh. "We...are going to war General.." His arm removed from Shaden backside as he shifted on the sofa and then rose. Yes he was going to enlist in the war, whether Maahes wanted him or not.

Jean: "Merveilleux !" Jean-Claude's eyes widened and he smiled the feeling rushing deeply from him. "What strong kicks." He rubbed the palm of his hand over the bump and kept her gaze as if his next words were for her and not the child, "Such strength from such a heart..wonderful." Spoken gently and quietly as then he lived in the feeling then between them. Perhaps she did not feel as he, but his heart felt warm and beat heavily within his chest..Nic would give his announcement, and Jean-Claude would then turn to the others, "Yes, do not let this worry you General, I will take care of these wolves, for this I can promise..and the ladies." He would not meet Nic's eye, keeping perfectly dark eyes upon the Beast.

Maahes: Once Gerda returned with the drink he would wash it back and take a deep breath as then wrapping his arms around his wife. Where her hand would be so to would he place his own over the flesh of where a child was growing. With his chest against her back he bent to whisper against her ear, "Do not let our child feel your fear, my love, nothing will harm you. I'll not allow it." Kissing then the tender dip in her neck he closed his eyes as he nuzzled into her.

Shaden : For a moment in time... she felt the elation that Jean showed.. indeed it was a awe inspiring feeling those tiny strong kicks her child was healthy and well it seemed, then his next words caused a blush to her cheeks.. before she abruptly turned looking at Nic with wide eyes full of disbelief.. her face framed in worry and shock.. " noo your not well yet.. you can't.. " copper brows drew together.. almost as if he had betrayed her..one arching in question as she stilled.. her questions.. looking down at the hand still on her belly.. then up at Ealora... silently pleading.. do something anything.. make time stop.. something in her had always thought Ealora could fix anything.. Jeans words settled over her numbed state.. Nic was going to war...

Ealora "I do not fear.."She whispered back though her fingers curled over his own against her stomach. Celadon eyes shifted first to Nic at his announcement then Jean and then back again. "Sir..she is right, you are not well yet. It was wrong of me to yell at you before. If anything I have said has guided you to this decision then take it back....do not do this.." Her head turned as Maahes nuzzled at her neck, lids closing as she lived in the moment to relish her husbands touch. Even in a time such as this, wolves on the edge of the forest, blind men going into war and all she wanted to do was continue to feel him against her. This...was the selfish part of her.

Nic: Gloved hand moved to touch at Shaden's curls, smoothing them away from her face as it displayed her surprise, worry and shock before turning to look at Jean and give a nod of his head. He loved Shaden, why else call her Mon ama was it? Something in Spanish...or French was it. In any case it was easy to see the man carried and would protect Shaden at all costs, and if he knew her well enough to yes, protect her sister and her niece as they were as much a part of Shaden as the baby that grew within her. "It had nothing to do with what you said earlier Lady Asad Aziem. I have given my word and I will keep it. If the army marches, I will go with it." His hand fell to Shaden shoulder, squeezing comfortingly, he would explain later if she wished, but not here. Not now.

Maahes: Oooooh how quickly that wine hit him. No, never drunk but even less..reserved then before. From the warmth of his wife's neck he would raise a chuckle looking the part of the devil himself, "Nic, I wouldn't have you in my army if I needed you. Your lack of respect and ability to keep those lips closed reminds me too much of a woman." Yeah smart one, Maahes; saying that in front of two pregnant women and in a house full of women. "What you said tonight will stick with you..respect me..ha! You do not respect me, and I after that may never respect you. My men are loyal willing men who would not need the guilt you did to enlist. They would go willingly to protect and keep safe the woman and country they love. No, you are right..you are needed here. Shaden needs a man like you to keep her safe as it seems as of late all she can attract are pretty boys in silk suits. She'll need a real man to keep her safe." Ealora, remember that leash you have? Pull it. "but seeing as that all the real men are going to war, a boy will have to stay behind."

Shaden: Up on her feet her hands over her ears as if not to hear more " STOP IT STOP IT ALL OF YOU !" she glared at them " Hasn't enough happened to us all... haven't we lost enough without tearing each other apart..?" her gaze leveled at Maahes.. then each of the other occupants in turn.. " There is war on the horizon and wolves at the door and still you peck away at each other.. when you should be joining together.. You say he reminds you of a woman.. well you would do well to have women who can think beyond their pride and penil's on your side Maahes.. Never discount a woman's worth again as if we were trash beneath your feet when you hold my sister in your arms !" with that they all received another glare from her glacial hues.. save the other WOMAN in the room.. Ealora.. who only received a terse goodnight as she brushed by the beast and his WOMAN.

Nic: Silvery blues went from the General to Shaden. A brow rose in wonder at her biting nature. Thank the lord he was not on the receiving end of THAT anger though he very well all most had been the night before. Yet he received a glare and seemed to take a step back, what did he do? Oh yes that was right, announce he was going to war. "General I don't have to be in your regiment, your not the only high official going to war." Even after Shaden outspokenness, he couldn't help but to put his two cents in. "I stand behind anything I have ever said. Believe what you will General, I do respect you, you earned your position, it was not just given to you but you without knowing it try to push your views on others, and do not give me the bullocks about not shoving what is right in other people faces. It was what YOU see as right and if someone does not follow it, they are not woman enough or man enough. SON, I am older then you are, I earned my place within my homelands army long before you were born, I rose to your position, left it to rule a nation and left my son behind to fight a tidal wave of evil which I was unable to deter. I took my son from the very lands he was born of to a new land, joined their army when the queen begged it of me and returned to find my wife who was with child and my son gone, taken by the volcano which raged on the island and still I fought, moving from land to land, upholding the creed of a knight, receiving beatings from outlaws for my efforts till death all most took me and now, when a poor man is screaming bloody murder in the woods and we turn away from him for the people love because there is no way to save that man, but still reason to love. A reason to fight for love. You think of me what you will, but I don't need your permission to do what I know is right in my own life."

Jean: "Mon Dieu! What mouths we have, how about you spar us all the trouble and take down your pants so we can compare the size of your phallus ourselves." Jean-Claude said sitting back against the couch and wrapping his arms around the back. "In which I assure you gentlemen I would win," Why else would he be wearing what he did..get called what he did and never feel less. "Nicholas, I do say that is the most intelligent thing I think you have ever said." He tipped his chin to the man, "And though you perhaps are older you do not act it. Why the sudden change of heart? Were you not just saying before how you would stay behind? Lord General, your wife looks very stressed, and did you know such heartache can kill an unborn child? I would think twice before screaming such things around so easy. You need that man, just as you need that woman to survive. Let him fight with you, he will not let you down. Nic is a good strong man, who will serve you well. Now gentlemen, if you will excuse me. I'm going to check upon another unborn child and make sure it's heart..as well as it's mother's is not broken." With that he would take his rise and venture up the stairs to tend to the mess by the name of Shaden. Passing the doors that held the other ladies he stilled outside the one that gave homage to the lovely Ursula and he felt his chest tighten. "Mon cher dieu..." He whispered holding his chest then to ease the pain, and then touched lightly her door as if to mark his next place to visit before soothing Shaden; if he left her at all.

Maahes: Maahes went stone silent then, tightening his arms around his wife as he pressed his back against the wall worried he would not be able to stand much longer. Why did everything have to be so hard? Shaden...lord what a fool he was. A hot headed fool. He made his vow then to get back the respect he earned once before. Darn it, he deserved it! "You do as you please Nic, I'll not hold you back." He spoke quietly shifting through the thoughts inside his head..would he kill that baby? Now he would worry all night.

[chantalrose]

(Happens the evening of the same day as the post under Subversion Tales.)

Snow covered the ground, thick and solid, making the Bant Chan Ser Valley even more beautiful than usual. In the depths of winter it was a wonderland, making one feel as though they were in another world, as children frolicked in the white dust or animals roamed through it. At night, when the stars glittered in the sky overhead, reflecting off the snow covering the ground, one truly believed they resided in a Valley of Stars.

Now, as Elspeth and the Rose children made the trek from the inn to home, Rose Cottage as it was deemed, there was laugher that echoed in the eerie silence of evening. Following along was two Guards from the inn, Brycen and Broden. The two men had gotten off shift earlier, but stuck around for a meal and drinks before offering to escort Elspeth and the children home. Though they were aware of rumors afoot that talked of disease-ridden wolves, some even walking on two feet!, Elspeth was disinclined to believe such fanciful nonsense. Yet both Brycen and Broden were inclined to believe every word. They'd seen a man after being bitten by one of those wolves, barely escaping with his life, and the suffering disease he got afterward had been complete hell...though he'd died pretty fast from his other wounds.

"Ye children hush now." Brycen called out gently, not wanting to scare them, but knowing it was not safe to be loud. Haji was carried on Synnovea's hip while Liam walked alongside them. All three had been chattering and pointing out lovely things to the little boy filled with awe over the snow and beauty of winter.

They'd tried to talk Elspeth into leaving the inn earlier, but the woman had been adamant that she'd help out since Chantal was in town for a few days. So, now, they moved along as late evening approached, nearing nine o'clock to be exact, with torches held by the men to guide them.

"You two are fools to believe those tales." Elspeth's words were cool and made Broden roll his eyes. It was Brycen who spoke up,"Ye be the fool, Ellie dear." He knew she hated that name,"We watched one of 'em die. If ye be a thinkin' it all be a tale, ye need ta talk ta tha' widow."

Elspeth fell silent, refusing to be goaded and sniffed at their words before moving forward to fix each of the children's cloak. The trek back to the cottage took near on two hours. Normally Chantal would have had the children on the back of a sturdy horse, but Elspeth was not her and believed walking the children was best. They'd be tired by the time they got home and ready to sleep. Less work for her then.

"Oh, Elspeth, do stop fidgeting. I am to be a man soon!" The harrumph given by the old woman proved just what she thought of young William's words. "A boy is not a man for many more years and until they learn to act like one. Now put that hood on..."

Sighing, Liam lifted the hood of his cloak and gave Synnovea a glare for laughing at him. "Always such a sweet, lass." Elspeth gave a wide, pleased grin at Synnovea- who had her hood up and had made sure Haji's was too- that had Liam groaning.

"Always trying to please. Miss perfect." The term made Synnovea reach out and poke her brother which resulted in him poking her. The children were just about to start bickering, Elspeth getting ready to break them apart, when a loud bone-chilling howl broke the silence of the valley. All three children froze, seeming as if suddenly turned to statues, with widened amethyst eyes in suddenly pale faces. Haji, held in Synnovea's arms, buried his face against her shoulder, his whimper the only noise besides the breathing made by the others, before another howl immobilized them.

"Move!" Brycen and Broden gave the order simultaneously, broken out of their sudden fear by the small boy's whimper, as they began goading the children into action.

Synnovea was trying to run, but the heavy skirts of her gown and Haji on her hip made it a challenging task. William, his hand on the hilt of a sword given him long ago by Astennu, reached out his other to aid his sister along. Though frigtened, proving he was still yet a boy, he was trying to be brave for those he loved dearly. Elspeth lifted her own skirts, running next to the children, thinking clearly of herself!

Brycen and Broden heard another howl, snarls, and the latter when glancing over his shoulder began to note many shapes emerging from behind them. Where had they come from? He did not know, but they moved swiftly and together, as if a flowing wave of hunger. The torches in his hand was thrown at the wolves, the one it hit eliciting a yelp, though Brycen still held onto his. "Faster! Move faster!"

Haji's cries of fear grew with each passing second and the children gasped out at the sight before them. "Brycen!" More wolves, growing out of the darkness, as if part of it themselves, were blocking the pathway to the cottage. They were still a good distance away from home and safety, but now...they couldn't even get there. Brycen took the back of the children, while Broden came to the front, and stared around them.

"Synnovea and William...go that way! There's a...a place...Red Wall..." They'd heard of it, from travelers to the inn and others who lived in the valley, and that it was the land of a General. The children, holding Haji close, listened to Brycen's word and Liam grabbed Synnovea's hand to yank her along. "Broden...go with them!"

Elspeth who was disinclined to believe safety would be running further away...tried to do the foolish thing. Grabbing the torch Brycen held still in his hands, it flame bright, she yelled,"Get away! Leave us be!" And in her fear and panic began going at the wolves. The children, hearing her, stopped and cried out, knowing she was going to die. It was Broden though who gave them both a shove,"MOVE!" Just as Elspeth's screams rent the night.

The sound of flesh tearing, of her screams, mingled with the snarling of the animals and the four began to run. Broden glanced back to see what had happened to his brother...and saw only that the smell of blood had seemed to fuel the others even more. His cries soon joined those of Elspeth's, and some wolves began to break from the others to follow the four that ran. Would they make it?

Running for at least an hour more, the wolves on their heels, seeming to relish the chase, Broden finally shoved the torch into Liam's hand and whispered,"Get them there! Shouldn't be much father...be safe..." When it seemed the children were about to protest he screamed,"GO!"

They fled then, moving as fast as possible, and heard Broden's voice raise in a battle cry. Liam's last glimpse of him was of the brave man leaping at the oncoming wolves with sword raised...

In a valley that had seemed a wondrous winter wonderland...the snow was now stained red. And the children fled closer and closer to Red Wall, their screams loud cries of,"HELP US! HELP US!"

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

The wind was coming from the west, pushing back the companions upon the cart. They were lucky for the pieces they had found of man was heavily cloaked within the back of the wagon, the wind pushing the smell of death away from them but it still hung heavily against the woman next to the beast. Celadon eyes stared head, just what was in the woman's mind was anyone's guess. She had told Taylor, she had told Sam...to get back to the ship. Not come running after her. Why had Sam disobeyed orders? It had cost him his life. Her best friend had disobeyed orders and it had cost him his life. Her emotional outburst that had prompted his concern, had cost him his life. It was as much her fault as it was his. Kissing Eppie forehead, she kept the little girl close. The woods were safe during the day. The diseased beasts slumbered somewhere but she was unwilling to let the little one go. Not after her outburst the other night when Maahes had stayed outside. How frightened the little girl had been. It was enough to break your heart, hearing such cries. The cart rocked and swayed as it rounded the bend within the road and swept through the gates of Red Wall. The front door opened and Nora and Taylor stepped out, Nora covered in flour was wiping her hands off on her apron, the smile on her lips fading at the grim look on Ealora face.

"Where's Sam?"

The words were not Nora's but Taylor's behind the woman. Celadon eyes swung towards Nora as she passed Eppie down to her, whispering softly"Take her inside, please Nora". Again her eyes turned as Maahes helped her down from the cart, this time landing on Taylor who's lips behind a black perfectly trimmed goatee beard pulled into a frown.

"Where's Sam?"

Again he asked and Ealora throat tightened within her throat. For her the pain was still to new, to fresh and still...to unbelievable to utter even though she had known before anyone else that it had been Sam that had been killed by the wolves. I'm so sorry Taylor...it just didn't seem right in saying it.

"Taylor.."she began and the man shook his head, the lightening bolt earring upon his right ear swaying and Ealora focused on it. It had been Sam's gift to Taylor after the two had a commitment ceremony. Celadon eyes lowered to the ground then rose.

"I shouldn't have...let him go by himself." Taylor words were strangled, the pain all most unbearable to take from such a voice that was also so strong, nearly breaking as his throat tightened and swelled, eased and then tightened again.

"It wasn't your fault Taylor, he disobeyed orders...we had no way of knowing...we didn't get Shaden's.."Ealora swallowed the lump within her throat, she would not cry.

"I made him go..I disobeyed your orders..Cap'n..I'm sorry..I'm so sorry...Sam.."The man broke, his hands clasping the side of the cart as he fell to his knees and sobbed.

"He choice to listen to you instead of me.."Still Ealora would not break though her throat tightened even more to hear the macho man crying though her attention turned to the one crew member who had stayed on at Red Wall to be a stable hand as his years were on him, his health, not so good.

"Savy...help me prepare..the remains...and uh..help me with the pyre.." She spoke low but the rustle behind her was accompanied by a sharp "NO" and she turned sharply to look at a red eyed Taylor wiping the tears from his cheek.

"I'll tend the body and the pyre.." He stated as his hands lowered to his sides again.

"No..you will not"Ealora rebuffed and her chin lifted. She didn't want Taylor to see Sam's remains, she wanted him to remember him as he was not what remained of his body now. It was just..to horrific. "Help Savy with the pyre. I'll tend the body..."She paused and added as Taylor mouth opened again. "That...is an order I will not have disobeyed...do it now.."

The sun was setting low in the sky over Red Wall and the valley, painting the sky in vibrant colors that any other day would of made a person appreciate life all the more. The Pyre had been built upon the soft dirt earth of red Wall soil, away from the trees to keep them from igniting. Some had gathered around for the funeral of the once pirate and first mate of the Shadow Storm, the remains of the body lay within the middle of the pyre. Ealora wore the black and gold trimmed Egyptian dress, feet left bare against the ground but she did not feel the cold, not now. Taylor stood to her left with a torch and Eli on the right with his own torch. As she moved forward, so did the other two, through the small crowd that had gathered towards the pyre of wood. Though Ealora was no beauty at singing. She had enough of a voice that when it rose in song, it was not shuddered at. The words that left her lips fell to ears unused to their meaning, strange tongue all except Eli's who voice had also rose to match her own in a deep baritone voice. It was an Egyptian song, one of the sadness of passing, the longing to see that person but the knowledge they were within a plain of happiness and how loved ones would again see them when their time had come, words lifted in song at how it was sad, difficult, heartbreaking for the living to loose you, but your life was a good life, a life well lived, a life well loved. The torches dipped in unison catching the planks of wood with their flame and the trio moved in a circle, each lighting the pyre till it caught completely and the smoke began to rise as the pyre and remains flamed with the life of the fire. Each moved to drop the torch within the top of the pyre, into the flames before moving back, again in unison as the song drew to a closed.

Night was settling into Red Wall, the pyre casting its own glow across the land. The smoke rising into a plume that could be seen for miles around. Taylor was shaking as the tears silently fell upon his cheeks. To cry out would mean the dead's soul would linger, tied to the party who was so tortured by its death and he could not have that. Ealora's hand moved, raising to touch at Taylor shoulder as a single tear slid down her cheek.

"He loved you Taylor..always remember that.."She whispered softly into the night.

They would wait, until the pyre had burned ever last piece of the remains, ever last ember of wood and died before the ashes would be scooped up into a plain ceramic jar. On the morrow, the Shadow Storm would sail into open waters to spread the ashes into the sea, giving Sam back to the sea which he had given his life too and so he would never be far from the people he loved. Taylor most of all.

[Chief Baliff Ealora]

Night had settled in, the pyre's fire was dying down and still the trio waited. Waited for the end of the flames so they could scoop up the ashes of what was their friend. The nights chill, winters chill had begun to settle in. The wind rustled in the trees and a chill crept up Ealora's arm but it was not the cold, it was the cry that came with the wind..

HELP US!

Ealora turned sharply in the yard, tilting her chin up into the wind. There it came again, children crying help us. She grasped Taylor arm and yanking the end of her dress upward, she dashed across the yard. Her heart pounding within her chest. Taylor hot on her heels as she cried to the guards at the gates of Red Wall "open them, open them now!". The guards exchanged looks before setting to work as fast as their feet would carry them, the wooden beam removed and each strained to pull open the iron bars that encased Red Wall. Ealora wiggled through the opening along with Taylor and squinted, straining into the darkness to see the screaming children. Their small forms were dashing as fast as their feet would carry them, the wolves, not far behind.

Turning sharply, she hauled a torch from its perch outside the gate along with yanking a spear out of one of the guards hands. Setting the wooden piece into the flames, she waited till the flames had all most reached her hand before tossing the flaming weapon as hard as she could. The flaming weapon soared through the air and landed with a thud behind the child. A wolf cried out in shock as it skidded to a halt to escape the flaming tool as the others weaved around it in constant pursuit.

Ducking low, she caught Synnovea and the baby in her arms and turned to toss the two of them at Taylor who quickly hauled them through the opening in the gates as Ealora turned to catch William by the scruff of his cloak and with a grunt of exertion, she hauled him inside along with herself as the wolves leapt at the gate. With a gasp, she threw William further inside and kicked at the slit between the gate, knocking one of the wolves against its mouth. The wolf cried out and disappeared back through the slit as the guards shoved on the gates doors to close them.

Ealora ave a groaning sigh as her head hit the dirt. Synnovea who still held Haji, clutched to Taylor and his arms went around the small girl. William looked about as disbelieving as if he had seen a ghost as Ealora eyes found him, quite upside down. She stayed upon the ground for only a moment more before crawling up to her hands and knees, dusting her hands against each other before wiping them on her clothing.

"You're all right now Children...inside..inside to eat and rest. We'll figure things out in the morning. Your safe now."She lay a hand against William shoulder as she and Taylor lead the children inside. Outside the gates, the wolves cried in distress at the loss of their prey. As Ealora ushered them inside, she paused in the doorway, squinting a cold hard stare into the night.

"Never again.."She promised into the night.

[chantalrose]

Safety! That was the word racing through the minds of the Rose children as they grew closer and closer to the large gates of Red Wall. The sound of death, ravenous and bloodthirsty, sounded at their heels with each passing second as their voices had raised in pleas for aid. It was a woman who came to it, grabbing them each in turn, tossing a shaken Synnovea and Haji toward a man who they clung to. Synnovea's body shook, tears finally escaping as William was yanked inside and the gates closed against the hungering beasts.

None of the children spoke, just stood shaken, and allowed themselves to be ushered inside. Food and sleep sounded ideal, though all three wished for their Mother's comforting arms after what had occurred. Fed, bathed, dressed, and placed in bed- they found sleep fitfully. It was Haji's whimpers that woke Synnovea up earlier, Liam still asleep in the other bed, and in the nightdress loaned her by the kind Lady Asad-Aziem, she lifted her brother onto her hip.

Humming gently, words following in Arabic, a lullaby sung to Haji by Astennu when he was only a babe, though only some words were caught by the ears of many who may be listening,"River, o river, Flow gently for me, Such precious cargo you bear..."

Synnovea's voice was not amazing, just sweet and soothing, and Haji's little face, so dark compared to her own, watched her lips move with each swaying movement of her body. Finally he drifted to sleep...

[Anulia of Amora]

Slender hands reached for the mess of skirts as she lifted them up enough so that bare feet could pad down the steps and head towards the front area. The cold floor was felt and ignored as best as she could as she heard the shouts and talks, knowing it was Ealora's voice that rang through the air, cut and clear. Hair of bound and thin braids swayed as she rushed towards where she heard others. Another attack? Oh no!

When she moved down to the main area, she saw the rush of those coming in, children and then Ealora, looking as if she took a spill upon the ground. It was not hard to notice with the dirt and damp spots from the ground. Releasing the skirts that had once been in her hands, she moved towards Ealora and rose her clean, small hands towards the woman's head where she spotted a bit of darkness. She looked as if she had just done a large amount of work in a short period of time.

She was not trying to baby Ealora, but she could not help her motherly ways, even to the woman who was surely without a mother for so long. Reaching to cup the woman's sharp face, she turned her chocolate eyes to look into Ealora's illuminating ones and stared for a moment. ``Are you alright? You were not bitten, yes?`` Anulia would inspect Ealora herself had the woman not answered fast enough. lowering her warm and gently hands, she reached for Ealora's left arm to touch her in comfort. ``Come. Eat, rest while you can`` She did not need to ask if the wolves had come once more, for their howls were enough to pierce the walls of the building in which they hid in. Long since had she made sure Komor was safe and in a place where none could touch him when they had left red wall, Komor had some with them.

Since then, she had stayed with Ealora and Shaden, giving comfort to the women who were expecting while she could. Soon enough, she would resume in helping the new arrivals with the others, giving them comfort and shelter.

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

Maahes: The moon rose in the night over a blanket of snow, the waves of the breeze shifting them like fingers through diamonds as the Valley glittered under it's silver light. Peace for once never sounded so sweet, as the clear crystal silence. Almost eerie the night held nothing but beauty and though along the path of the estate blood splattered there wasn't death. No, tonight there was only that..the night. Dark black billowy sky, big open hillsides, and a vacant temple. Maahes had moved his family in town when the wolves drew closer and the war loomed ahead. He wanted Ealora to be close to her sister, and have the healers at beckoning call as the child grew inside her. If only until Spring he promised as they shut the doors to close up their nest. Fates had changed within the same breath as Avaria called to him in the dead of night like a ghost looming over it's grave, and the Beast found himself home. An empty shell had been found in his soulmate--Tommasina, and the Egyptian Arab had been pierced by her blade. Though the wound had come to his side, he felt it deep inside his chest where a heart that had been broken from the ice by a pirate now bleed just the same. He hurt to see her like that, and once the freedom was won he returned to Skye on mission. Where was Apollo? Where was the Queen? Why had no one bothered to mention their fates had fallen? By foot he walked the path to Red Wall, suddenly no longer afraid of the wolves. In Avaria you were born in pits of lions, what was a pack of wolves to that? Peregrin the pirate had taken his wife here, he was sure he could see their tracks in the snow, and as he came closer to the temple he felt himself rush with the fire of home but called to a distant light. Eirian's estate always came alive under the pale moonlight, it seemed to taunt even now of times forgotten and a state of mind he longed to return to; when she had been like the moon round with child and glowing all the same. (d

Eirian: We are walking in the night, the earth is still and there is no sound... Art evokes life; expression is influenced by the world that people live in. A color, a sound, and a season can be changed by the tone of a lyric on the mouth of a watcher. Art is the age of the world and by translation becomes pure, infinite agelessness. The world was pure and still in the Valley of Stars. Living true to name, the heavens opened where the clouds couldn't blight the intense, opulent glitter of angel eyes. Feathers fell in soft gauze to brush the cheeks of the traveler - enshroud in shimmering veil the essence of a whisper. How many people heard screams in the shadow carved by the naked, frigid hands of frozen trees? Reflected in the hanging icesicles was the last moments of misfortune and beneath the new blankets of snow were blood stains that stretched from the valley to the seas beyond. But tonight - there as only the peace that was cried for, prayed for, fought for. Irony would find the injured returning to enjoy it and recall the sanctity of innocence where the magic transformed them and made them believe. Eirian's estate shown a star fallen from paradise. Woman had been forgiven, and she given the keys to Eden. The Tree of Life and Knowledge both sprang from the garden woods, the highest tops pierced the gates of New Jerusalem in welcoming triumph. The Angel of Evening - among the many names she had, the accurate herald conjured to mind a time where her features, seeming so strange during the day, became the light in the literal darkness. On white hillside a woman became a phantom only to take shape at the grey end where the tree spread out, free of snow. The horse following at her side sblack personed softly as it nudged the side of her face. "Yes, my friend," she commented as if agreeing with the creature at the sight ahead, "This is home, and we have come a longer way to get there." A day's sail with a paltry pair of hours in ride were exchanged for days in dark, storm ridden reaches and a sea voyage that took another three days over turbulent waters. Somehow, through it all, Eirian made it to the Valley of Stars. Little did the General know that the moon had returned to the earth again (d)

Maahes: Through haunted shadows of the moonlight night, the bare branches were claws tugging upon the cloaks and clothes of a royal Queen; a title stripped by the hands of man but remained by the heart of God. She walked in beauty, yet tothe eye of the beholder it was perfection as she was just as she should be. It has been too long..the gentle breeze though cold whispered against her cheeks, as they welcomed the return of the artisan. How easy it would be to be lost in the bliss of the warm feeling of familiarity to let sure signs of change go unnoticed. A tale as old as time, the wolves they moved in perfect silence towards a maiden of glorious beauty. From shadow to shadow they stalked the thin lines of their arched backs seeming no more then a drift of fallen snow under the pale moonlight as they moved in quick rushes to advance upon Eirian. Her scent was intoxicating to them, like a drug they could barely stand the wait until mouth fell upon the elixir. She smelled of him-- Of earth---Of life; A child that waited on her. Each diseased eye peered through the night watching, waiting sick with the madness that plagued their mind. These wereof no ordinary wolf, their bodies double what they should be, mouths foaming with the sickness that ran their bodies. Injected with a poison a twisted mind had spent years perfecting these beasts to almost extend their survivalagainst any sword. Surrounded, the five foot four form of the lady moon, where would she run? (d

Eirian: Queen royal, princess, wife of a General..of an overlord. So many names! A name, a title, did nothing but give the wordless a way to pronounce the name of her beauty in an earthly way. To try and understand something ethereal, we capture it with a sound to summon it by. Home this was a word, a sound, that was given to where her family resided and yet she was glad for the first time in many, many weeks to feel the slumber of the season in a plane like this. But there was evil in Eden that had no way out but to be burned through. One step forward was followed by the rush of instinct that bid her turn an ear to the woods. Salivating jaws glinted with rows of teeth. Substance came from the void of shadows. "What.." was all she had time to say before she clutched to the reigns of the horse in a white knuckled fear. Wolves - deformed, unnatural specimens the source of a maiden's nightmare. Did God seek to challenge everything? How many times would she confront and run from them? The injuries of childhood that caused blindness and winter pains began to throb, but this time....this time she was ready...as they reared back for their attack... her eyes shut upwards to the hills. A steep, unreasonable incline! But if they could crest just the few parellous feet the ground would flatten. As if hunching back, their spring forward was her mounting and the teeth closed on air as the horse's hooves narrowly escaped the bite. Leaping from one jutting rock to another, they took the narrowest paths (d)

Maahes: Perhaps it was dangerous to be so delirious from the lack of sleep, or perhaps it was the dreams of the future that held him in place, but Maahes heard the cry of the wolves too late. Their shrill howls carried down the valley into the crevice where Akanaeiro Kabe rest like a lazed panther curled against the hills. The thick figure of the horse moved much faster and the hooves rumbled like thunder instantly matching pace with his heart. His breath came in a heavy rush as it caved in his chest and sank around his heart. Who now? Whose life would be lost in the drawing of blood. Again the Beast found himself torn between King and Country as the tired worn look upon Apollo's face was as well worn the same with Tommy's. He had been gone too long from the burning lands of Avaria, that he forgot how to shake off the feeling of remorse. They had lost so much, only to gain it back, then have it torn away. Yet here there was trouble at home, and here he held each night a woman he vowed his life to. Ealora would go where Maahes went, for this he was certain but how could he drag her into the lion's den. A man he was certain to be on the back of that horse, the rider too sure carrying no signs of being afraid..and the rider more man then he as even his hands trembled with the dawning fight. Waiting for the perfect moment Maahes fell hidden behind a tree his sword in hand, a dagger within the other. The rider would pass...was that a woman? But before the wolves he would spring, a Beast among wolves slashing and cutting away what he could. One by one they challenged the General, one keeping attention while the other slid around the blindside of the man; this was not going to be won alone. Jumping, the silver backed wolf sank it's teeth into the shoulder of the man, and from thick lips a cry was born. It was an angry, infuriated sound perhaps more suited for something in the Savannah then of a General of Skye. The wolves muzzle would be pried from his shoulder and thrown harshly against the snow; As Maahes then learned he would not win this fight alone* (d


Maahes: The land made the mind haze with the aesthetic beauty and grow drunk from the glow of moon, stars, and sun. The Valley was a lullaby that sung the beauty of the earth glorified by God and untouched by mankind. If only all the world could hear the song than the violence of war would be only a dream and the Bible's promise of peace would be realized. This was only a shadow on the fringe of a blood soaked reality. If she continued up the incline she would have gone beyond the reach of the wolves but the cry of her fellow human being turned her head around. Who had that been, culling down the threat? "Maahes?!" It was her turn to do a double take! Hooves plunged into soft, yielding soil under the crunch of snow to plant firm on the last couple of steps before the top of the hill would have given way to that blissful route of escape. Turning from the wide path, the woman elected the path of faith: Hard, narrow and cruel, it turned her from the ectasy of the simple to plunge back down towards Hell. "MAAHES!" The call summoned others of the pack to look up and re-think their route. What manner of beast were this cunning, this intelligent, as to begin to form rank along the sides of the horse? Still, it was hard for them to do much but wait for an opportunity to strike as she plunged down the pass. Reaching across her body with her right hand, she drew from the left side of her robes the curvature of sword that glinted silver fire in the winter night. Lifting it, first blood would be a wolf coming to the forward flank, where in a plunge forward the blade sank in sickening quickness at the base of its neck and shoulders. Twisting it, she withdrew it up to leave the gape-jawed creature writhing in agony. "Let him go, all of you! Get away from him! " The wolf flew across the snow. Recovering, it came on all fours to charge the dark-fleshed man, but found its end indifferent hands entirely. White hand gripped hard enough to bring down the instrument through the middle of it, leaving a cleaved slice of blood where flesh and fur should have been. (d)

Maahes: Sweet gentle hands that worked the loom of a craft from the heart now carried a sword in the same respect. She had shown him her art..and now she dipped her brush onto the pallet Maahes had known. As battle raged on the voice of an angel fell down from the heavens, and in that moment he felt nothing. Moving in time with the African drums of his heart, he would not give in--not yet. Sword sank deep into a battle that would only be finished by the small..petite hands of.."Eirian?" Dark amber eyes were the fire to the ice of her own, the sun against the moon as they burned with the rage built that pressed him into the fight. "No!" He cried out in the night to call them back. "NO Stay away from her!" His growl deep sounding from his chest as the fur of a wolf was gathered between heavy handed fingers and the wolf cried out. Retreat..deep inside the eyes as it struggled free from the man's grasp and out into the night one by one they ran away like ghosts from a grave their souls moving through the trees without much track, and an eerie silence fell upon the two before the life of the night resumed. For a moment he could do nothing but blindly stare at the woman before him, like two strangers meeting for the first time. She was a spirit wearing the mask of the Artisan for this he was certain. Blood spilled over his chest and down his back from the gash on his shoulder but even the warmth could not be felt. His blood had frozen even though it boiled from the burning rush of realization. A man of very little words never needed to speak as the rich gold undertones of his eyes spoke in volumes. Who are you? Would she dare come close, sneaking up on bewildered animal who was unfamiliar with the form before him? Maahes could not move, but the wind rushed as the Valley came alive once more, blowing at her back to return that scent of inks and oils; the familiar perfume of an artist to rush his face and fill him with the warmth it always had. "Welcome home." He could almost be missed from a rich deep voice that barreled from his chest. Was he hurt? In his tone, the pain could be felt, what had they done to her? Keeping his distance he could not touch her, she was glass that could be broken and no matter how she held the sword in his mind he would keep that memory of her working so hard on her craft. (d

Eirian: "Maahes!" Tender, pale hands that made silken strings and tied them together the way spirits weave lives to form fate. The slice of the sword was the same proximity as the brush stroke over canvas, wood, or the tender hand that caressed the faces she had loved. Pulling the sword free of a body pricked at the heart to carve another impression in it as deep as the lowest point of the valley floor. "Maahes, you are hurt....my God." The robe revealed a chest with stains of moisture where water had only recently dried from it. A cross hung there, as it always had. The hair was bound loose and long, as it always had been. But she sat full astride an unsaddled horse as she eased it close to him. Blood was not ink. Metallic, heavy, it mingled with the scent of old flowers, the wind, and peace. "Come here! You look as if you know the face of those creatures, tell me everything as this is seen too.." She reached a hand to him, beckoning it so it captured his. Stop looking to me as if I am not real she thought Stop looking at me with the eyes of a person who believes not what he sees! Thin lines of perspiration broke on her brow, but the breath was even. She was not tired from this! The blade was sheathed. "Where can we go, to heal you?" (d)

Maahes: I'm not looking at you because I don't believe you, I'm looking at you like this because it hurts. It hurt to know Avaria had taken that from her, the peaceful smile, the warm soft cold hands; covered in blood. All things change Maahes, she was no different. Had he not been there to protect her as well. Times had come and gone, and this would be like the rest--push forward and not dwell in the past. "I'm fine." He grumbled under his breath, the golden orbs of his eyes daring not to pull away from her own in fear he would wake up. Now...don't get him wrong this made her just as desirable as before, but darn it she was peace in the valley! "You are not real." He spoke as he hesitated to let his fingers curl in with her own, but once he settled upon the horse he eased against her back if only to melt..it was real. Letting his face fall his eyes closed as he took a moment to gather his thoughts, "The wolves have terrorized your valley, killing not only many of the sheep but much of the families that build their home. They hunt only at night, and go no further then the downs." Ever the soldier he kept his eyes peeled upon the terrain, and never thought he'd see the day when battles were to be planned out with the woman before him. "I have men stationed at every post all hours of the night, they train during the day for the war against the English, and sleep only
hours at a time." The monotone baritone rumbled behind her, "I've ordered all residents of the valley to move into the city.." With that his voice seemed quiet, relentless as he was almost ashamed he could not protect their home better. Behind her she would never see the pain that chased his face as he clutched his chest his heart going wild beneath his skin as the stress wore heavy on the man. "Your husband came to my home a few weeks ago, spoke of Avaria like it was dead, and that nothing could be done to save it. My Tommy has lost her children and her mind, I go to get them back she runs a blade into my side." One that no one has looked at yet, but at least the Talon warrior had enough to heal him in the same face. "I have come home only to check upon my wife, see to our unborn and sleep in my bed." Damn it. "And now here you are." the rich undertones of his voice ran deep with his accent, but as the words were flustered together he closed his eyes. In a whisper he continued, "You however can manage yourself so it seems." A small almost hint of a smile crossed thick lips outlined by the blackest of facial hair that made up his well trimmed goatee. "Should I expect to see Hope going into battle soon as well?" It would be much of the same surprise. (d

Eirian: "There was once a time you thought me frail, weak, and as insubstantial as a breath of air passing to nothing..and now we have come to this. Time is a strange device." At the end of his words she spoke her own, gently shaking her head back and forth as the horse paced impatiently under her body. Lifting her hand from his to his face, she smoothed back his hair "Your place should be beside your wife, there is no more blessed a place than that. I am sorry you have come to see this pass.." Inwardly her gut twisted to see him low while she sat astride a horse with a confidence that should seem unnatural to him. Avaria was a word etched into her sword -engrained in her heart - a word that spilled her mind's images to teeming over. Leaning forward she inhaled deeply before exhaling, resting their foreheads together. To think of the world left behind; ice capped mountains where hard work still knew the sweet, soothing laughter of women in a sisterhood. What of the boy she rescued, or of that long path, those who helped her along the way? "The world is collapsing, Maahes, but it only means there is more to hold up on hard pillars." Soft, good natured smile met his own as she shook her head to chase off the idea of Hope at war. "No, God willing. Not ever, if her path should decree it, not for many, many years a'gone. She has seen enough that I know her eyes will remember because her mind is too keen...we talk more as you are healed, come. The estate is not far, or is your home closer?" Straightening up, she edged forward so there would be room on the horse for the both of them. (d)

Maahes: For the longest moment he was silent, dark eyes seemingly unable to meet hers but when they did perhaps she had found that little boy she had rescued reincarnated inside a 6'7 beast of a man, "Are you going back?" Apollo spoke of not being able to save the Isle as it had gone down in flames once again, but there was hope inside Tommy's eyes. He could blame both of them, and neither of them at the same time. Straightening he would motion the outline of the pointed roofing of the temple's structure. "My home is there, and the hunter is there with my wife." The man he had known only for a short time, but put forth much faith as already he had seen the number's of the wolves dwindle.Correction his posture upon the horse he pressed it forward returning to that soldier she knew him to be, "The world may fall Eirian, but I have a good strong back." Always has, always will. "I'll hold it up long enough for you to be safe." Always has, always will. "I will carry you." He spoke in perfectly seriousness, the lines of his face stern and strong, "You may have changed in the heart, but that is never too much to carry." A smirk passed her way as he could not help but think of her round as the moon, and how even then she would have been nothing to him. Upon arriving at the temple, the gates of the red walls had been locked, and where normal personal would be to free the binding all had been ordered inside, and he would find the ground to open the path. The iron gates would swing back and instantly his eyes would follow the line of the valley as always to seek out her estate. It was his routine, go through the gates..check, house in tact, check Eirian not home..amazed. Shy a few years from 30 Maahes was still young compared to most his rank, and it shown even now as blood still ran his spine and he moved as if it were only water. No lights were on, and the door had been locked perhaps the temple was empty and he had missed the pair. Turning to run his hand over the back of the horse he soothed the beast no doubt weary from the travel to only then reach out for glass warrior upon it's back, "You will have to take off your shoes. She's nesting." The serious tone set forth on amber eyes who feared greatly his wife and her wrath. (d

Eirian: Eirian was not contained in the beautiful, wonderous halls of Arianna Hymerodraeth. If she had been, the woman before him might have been slower in being finished b the way she was had been a work many years in coming. Life had tossed her again and again on the wheel to be reformed. Wasn't that why she grew close to death, became sick, and her bones were broken? Will lay prostrate to be an offering on the alter of Strength and was repaid ten fold in an erect back. Under the garments moved muscles that wrapped around bone taut and hard. Her core was a chiseled machine. Rolling the sleeves of her winter garment revealed the lithe nature of the arms that had wielded the sword. The path they followed was one he knew well because it carried them on a route of habit. A pang sparked to life in her chest for the home with no lights but died down just as quickly. It would have no life for her without her family in it. "Far be it from me to disturb m'lady's home," she whispered. Light in his arm, the definition of the sides must have been startling as he settled the winter born one do the earth again. Blue eyes studied the architecture of his home and smiled, "It is a good home." (d)

Maahes: A natural hot springs (hey it can happen) ran from the hillside and was controlled by a series of dams to fill and empty the large oversized wooden spa that had become their tub took up much of the room as the paper sliding doors were pushed back with ease..much practice it took him to master that; trust me. Maahes moved through the room with complete ease as the feeling of home washed him like shell holding onto the shore. Yet as the fires in the pit came to life he disappeared into the room that joined the bath to only return with armor gone, swords withdrawn and clothes replaced with a wrap that rest low on his hips. All but his tunic had been removed, and instantly he cursed inwardly at the ruined cloth. She was going to kill him. Perhaps a talk with Eirian would do the pirate Queen good with ease of the worry that fell her. One wife of a General to the next; they will return. "You did not answer me." He was quick to remind her as the lion moved about his den and hissed as his arm rose to aid in relief of his shirt. No..for this Ealora was going to kill him. As often perhaps the bare form of the beast would come as a surprise as scars did not line his back from the lashing of a whip, and in fact very little left marks upon his body. Not much scared when not much hit home. A few arrows here, two stab wounds on his side a slash over his face and the letter r on his chest were the only scars present over bronzed dark skin that was pulled tight over the mass of muscle below. Like any good dog should Maahes moved into the tub first knowing she would want it clean..wait..did she intend to heal him? Sewing his skin like sewing his banner, he mused darkly turning to watch her in the water. "Are you going back?" (d

Eirian: He built his home in a way that harkened to a place she hadn't seen for a long time,a place that comprised the blood of her daughter and some of the oddities that would live with her all the days of her life. Before enetering past the paper screen, she removed her boots from her feet, making sure that the stockings, too went. Tucking up the outer robers of her garment into her sash, this would ensure none of the dirt of the travels sullied the pristine temple floor. Respectfully, she adverted her eyes as he disrobed to make preperations to bathe in the waters that flowed. No, she was not immune to modest behavior though she had seen many ounces of bare male flesh in her time. When he was at last submerged she turned to face him, the water as good a cover as any. "No, I will not go back..not yet. Not until it is the time to do so, and that time is long away." Reaching to the pouches on her sash, she saw what tools were there so as not to bother the resources of his household. "It took many days for me to escape, and in the end there was a sacrifice of life to arrange it." The lyricism in her voice sung a poem in each word and the meaning of this was pain. The Northern Mountains were cold but there she was held by the General as the snow fell around them. Hope suckled at her breast. Love was made, and bonds were formed with others. Even in Honheldagus, there had been companionship in the Resistance. To leave them was to ensure life, but to leave them and knew others had died or would die, made her heart ache. Soon she knelt on her knees with the same ease as the women of the temples did in a far off land (d)

Maahes: "Good." He rumbled as his entire frame would submerge in the steaming hot water. Instantly the lines of dirt, blood and stress eased with the surface broke. Moving in the water he let out a sigh of contentment the gash looking better already. Dark eyes would open to the woman kneeling at the tub's edge and he would turn to ease against the side; pressing his back against the edge. Over one shoulder the heavy locks of his hair fell to better allow her access to the torn skin and flesh that had always been forbidden. For a moment the silence remained as questions edged to the tip of his tongue only to be swallowed. Yet as she sat there in all her glory he could not help but want to protect what he held dear. "I will go with you then." Spoken rather plainly and almost a whisper. "We will ask God that their be peace in this land long enough to return you to your home, and husband." Knowing Apollo's heart would always remain in Avaria even if the rest of the world went black. Looking over his shoulder then he let his body turn just long enough to meet her eyes, and for her to see the selfish desire to keep her just where she was. A quiet smile half moon to her full seemed shy and hide quickly as he returned to face forward. "I bet Hope has grown." Subject change; the quick wit's way to run. (d

Eirian: "There must be peace that is shared, my friend. So let us pray for that. That we might go between this land and the other, that good people are not given to death and our children aren't born into this world. I will pray, too, that your child will not see what Hope has seen.." A mother's greatest regret was what life had as the truth. Children couldn't be shielded from everything, but did it have to be this bleak landscape that began to wreak havoc on innocence at the tender age of a little more than half a year? She looked about and found a place where the water streamed and put her hands into the hot liquid until they became steaming and white. Reaching to the unrolled pouch on the floor, she began to cleanse the needles therein. Studying the wound, a slender, pipe like object was lifted up. Sucking gently on the end, she encouraged the remaining ill blood to come forward to be tapped into a tiny container stuffed with linen to be seperated. "She has grown. She can sit up on her own, hold her head up. Oh, she reaches for everything and desires to know everything. As she grows she has the power to enchant more hearts. In the mountains, she won many admirers who sought to arrange marriages for their young sons! Among the women we would hold all of our children as stories were told. She had many aunts. and you, you shall know all of these things for you will have a child of your own. I am glad for you, Maahes. Even the Lion finds a Lioness, no?" (d)

Maahes: His head fell back in laughter as she started to work, her delicate little fingers tickling his flesh. The sound was a rich deep from the heart laugh, something rare and even as he pulled away it showed then in his eyes--still laughing. "You..can..not be gentle with me." A secret well guarded. Straightening he eased back against the wall once more the mood lightened with talk of children. "Will she come with you?" In other words he wanted to hold her.Hope had been one of the first infants he had ever held, and coming from a mother of glass he did not break her. Oh, how she had him wrapped around her tiny finger at two hours old. "No doubt Apollo will be fighting them away with a stick." He mused knowing where the aged King was too old to get to, he wouldn't be far behind. As the same went for Eppie, and the unborn inside Bess..Sorcha..Kae's daughter. Maahes loved children, and perhaps many found that strange, but it was infact reason from the childhood deprived of him. Though he held no grudge for the life he has lived, there would always be that longing to keep safe those he loved, and provide security to those around him."Ealora." Her name was strange falling from his mouth with the roll of his accent, "Has lived a hard life..I want only to see her have a home." Even then his eyes fell to where the door rest open and he expected her to be standing as always while he cleaned from the day. "I love her, Eirian in ways words cannot give." Broken English present, "As much as I thought at one time I loved you." Admitted like it was nothing, spoken on the back of the wind to be carried to the next. "But perhaps it was protection that made me feel as I did. I wanted to protect you from the life that I see I could not." And here he was open heart like so many times before, but able to admit it freely."Protect you from this." His arm reached over his chest to take her wrist lightly as she worked to touch gently before letting his hand fall back, "You should sew art, not skin." Though many would argue it was the same. Look at Aislin..it wasn't a heart in a jar, it was God's finger-paint come to life! (d


Eirian "The Great Lion has a soft belly," she teased in a soft laugh, "Hold still, m'lord , or you will make my work very difficult. I have pulled out the bad blood, now, as it is cleansed..I have an herb I will put atop it after it is sewn." With the same ease that she had once put fabric across her knee or calligraphy on a table so his flesh was puckered in her hand. "I sent my daughter ahead of me by seven days. She is at the Estate already. Given what you have told me, and with the fact my husband and I are so greatly hunted, the lights are kept dark for fear of being discovered. Soon, she will be with me. I have missed her. I miss her even now." Hope was the heart, the soul, of Eirian so it must have taken great discipline to learn to walk severed from it. Maahes spoke of a great love for Ealora and how he thought he felt that for her, "It was the work of my hands you loved, my friend, not its creator. It was the beauty, the focus, and the tenderness that showed there was more in the world than darker things, and you have this now in a body, a heart, a mind..in a woman. This is good. Ealora is a strong, good woman. The life you have here will be better than each of you will believe. You will not be the only one with a strong back.." He captured her wrist in his grasp where the needle was held. "This is not the first year I have sewn skin. It is only the first year that I have had time to become proficient and learn the precise 'art' of it. This is not the first war I have seen, Maahes. I would lie if I told you that there is any woman of my sort who prays for such a life, butdoesn't it make sense?" Applying the needle to flesh, the tip was laced with a liquid to numb as she worked ."I have always been sought by warriors and the sons of princes who are warriors in turn. So now it is my hands given to the causes of my man, and a cause that I believe, too. My heart is the same, Maahes. My hands, too, are the same. So is my mind. It is only what they are used for that is different." Another few stiches, she pulled the end taut to do another line of them just in cae. "Hope's blood was given to her by a man who good, but a warrior. War carried him away and in time ,perhaps his want of other ventures did as well. I sewed his flesh. I stood by him, as he passed toward darkness. At least this time I do not have to stand idle." She bit the end of the stich line and pocketed the thread. Next would come the herbal salve. "it was not intended, but each time one of my talents was presented the use was too keen not to be untilized. And the sword? There were too many hunters to run from, too many to aid in running, and a daughter to keep alive." (d)

Maahes: Her words were truth, as she narrowed his affections down and once she was finished he would turn to face her. Hands coming to rest on either side of her body, burning amber met the pale of her own and narrowed. "It is not running, Eirian. It is surviving. No wife of Apollo or friend of mine, runs like a coward. You survive." The heavy tendrils of his hair fell then to return to the line of his spine and the gold cuffs fell together in rhythm. "Do not mistake me for thinking this change anything less..but you will have to understand the woman I know was frail quiet..an artist." A thin smile curled the edge of his lips, a smirk as eyes fell over her body as even that had changed. "I did not know the woman below, only what my eyes could tell me. Forgive me for being so foolish to want to keep you just as I met you. Like a painting on one of your tapestries, unchanged. But It is not in me to allow you to not do as you please, and who would want to live a life where you sat idle. We will keep you learning on that sword, you can keep tending to flesh so long as your heart desires it." A heart not as strong as his he was once told, but in many ways it would out last his own. "You do as you please, and I will be one step behind?" He said with a smile, as the exhaustion set in and he moved to pull himself from the tub only to quickly wrap the cloth around his hip. Heavy dark robes that were from the desert then wrapped over his body and the water fell from his form. "Now come, I'll walk you home." He felt guilty for keeping her from Hope, but did he want to see her safe or see Hope? Both. (d


Eirian: "Yes, it is surviving. I know we are not cowards, no matter what is written or said by vehement, terrible tongues." A cant of head as he considered the woman before him versus what he had known, "The artists still lives, and there are parts of me, beloved friend, that will never change. I am no warrior Maahes, only not as weak as I had been. I am still fragile, only made of better stuff than living porcelin. Were that in some way my art had never moved beyond a tapestry, a scroll, a painting. But things must change and do..." She clapped a hand gently over his good shoulder, "Your tutelage on the sword would be appreciated. Steel is not my great art," she grinned, and now the student had something to teach the scholar. At the mention of the estate her face lit a little more, "Nothing would please me more. Nothing.." (d)

Maahes: He grinned then wrapping his arm around the slender petite shoulders of his King's wife and would break only to gather a few objects and his pillow..couldn't sleep without it. "It pleases me that you are home." More then she would ever know. (d )

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

(The following post take place before Maahes and Erian's Fight with the wolves.. your's truly is just slow in posting because of the Holidays...)




Down the winding path, the docks seemed so different under the frozen rush of winter's chill. Ice hung from heavy ropes like Yule decorations hung from hearth. They glittered under the sun; tiny figures sculpted from the hands of God. The boardwalk had been cleared only now outlined in the thick snow, and trimmed with the evergreen pine for spirit of the season. So many moved about with packages wrapped under heavy cloaks, their thick wool coats curled tightly against their body, but forever each wore a smile. Something about the season just before the saviors birth, where saints were born upon the same Holy Night. It had always been his favorite. The words of the mourning friend whispered to one of the crew as the mistletoe had been hung at the entrance of the cabin. The one time he could kiss without slap..rules you know. Meaning the evergreen leaf that had become an icon, a flower deadly when ingested. the irony so very clear. Jean-Claude had been gone a full day now, having left that night as the sun set on the horizon. Perhaps it would be20a comfort to see only his steps that dared travel the length of the walk still imprinted in snow, but as well carried proof of his dedication. The docks in winter were so very lifeless compared to the rest, empty shells of ships seeming like ghosts in the bay. Sails were tucked away, scarlet in color the nameless ship did not rock for the water was still like glass a thin layer of ice. There wasn't any sign of any other crew member in the fallen snow yet to be brushed from the deck, but there was a glow..faint with the rise of smoke a fire was burning in the cabin of the ship where a man slept looking more the part of a lost child then a ruthless flirt. His golden strands of wheat colored curls were clean yet damp from the fever that had gone far beyond normal. Skin normally glowing with life, seemed to no longer carry the warmth of the sun, but the flush of the boiling blood. His breath came in heavy heaves, and a hand that rest over his chest rose and fell with each intake.

Jean had asked her the favor and so she would comply, for giving him her word she was now bound to the endeavor no matter how much it disturbed her.. yes.. Pere disturbed her greatly something about the man was just.. well she couldn't put her finger on it quite .. but there was something.. Gerda had spent most of the day with Peregrine.. and now Shaden stepped upon the Ship.. Leaving the Lily after Gerda had arrived back home.. safe and sound.. way before dusk.. as they had both promised not to be out after dark.. A small bag with a change of clothes and things to occupy her time thru the night.. and a basket with homemade soup.. no Shaden didn't make it.. she wanted the man to get better not kill him.. Stepping aboard it was just as Gerda had said a veritable ghost ship.. to the Captains Quarters she moved.. noting the mistletoe over the door.. on deaths very door and still the rake.. something about that made her smile softy.. as she pushed open the door her eyes finding him in the dim flicker of the firelight " Pere... It's Shaden I've come to tend you " she moved closer her heart wrenching to see the once vibrant man-child.. for he always acted like a boy half grown.. a golden god.. among men... now reduced to an ashen fevered pained wreck.. the bag and basket were sat aside as a rag was dipped into a basin of cold water.. easing it over his forehead.. "Shhhhhhh shhhhhhhh.. Pere.. " she soothed him as she bathed his brow and chest.. he was burning up


Many stories were to be told of the treasures there inside the Pirate's cabin. A man who dared not grow carved his legacy upon the wooden beams, fae like creatures hidden within the works of art. The smell of musky balm, deep rich earth and moonlit pine was surely an illusion. Had Ealora's cabin been so different? Her's perhaps did not feel like a deeply set cabin in the heart of a forest, but still there would be no gold. Nothing of finery to any eye..no jewels or even silver as everything seemed ethereal in design. The back wall was an entire pane of glass divided by iron holdings thick and strong. The light that filtered in of course would set the mood for even the coldest of hearts..while at Sea who expected to be in the deep of the woods. Perhaps this was what won him so many hearts, the slight point of his ears, the crystal of blue of his eyes, or how even when he aged it seemed flawless and carried
youth. Not many men bounced when they stepped, with little care in the world, but it was easy to not care when nothing held you back. The deep hallow sound within his chest stilled as he mustered the strength to part one eye to taken in the vixen round with child--yet still as beautiful has he could imagine. "Mmmm..Jean-Claude..." The raspy sound of his voice wheezed from his chest as even here he would smirk. Yes, Jean-Claude knew him all too well, and knew how to tempt him from death. The gashes were gone, his skin showing no sign of the struggle with the wolves, but much of him was clothed...yes that had to be it. "You...are....fa..r..fr..om...home." Never being the tallest of men,
Peregrin made up for his short structure in ways of stamina..off and on the record. His eyes would close again as he took a deep breath, "Couldn't..resiiist..cou..ld..you." Scoundrel.


The covers were pulled back as she bathed the fevered skin of his torso with the chilled water.. easing and soothing as she did.. his words making her smile " You have found me out.. Pere I couldn't resist the though of you helpless in bed.. and saw my opportunity to take advantage " it was a light hearted tease aimed at easing his suffering.. delicate hands worked over him until the fever had eased some.. before she leaned up brushing wheat colored hocks of hair back gently.. surveying his cheek.. " you've healed remarkably... well.. but I still think Avery should come look at you in the morning " putting the basin and rag on the side table she eased onto the bed beside him.. "Anything I can do to help you.. I've brought you some soup.. and some tea.. wine to be mulled if you wish. . you need to keep up your strength you must eat.. at least some broth " her hands laced with his an reassuring squeeze given...despite their differences she hated seeing him suffer..

The deepest of blue like the very ocean that held him captive opened to watch her speak; talking like some humble servant when in fact it was he who owed so very much to her. "Gonna..put me in bed with Maahes too?" And there it was. That tempting grin that seemed to goad her on be it deserving of a smack and all. Crystal blue darkened as he clenched his teeth before continuing, "Find me Malice and I'll have my dinner." Crazy talk. Who knew such beauty as the woman before him could gather so much strength from a man, but if you were on your death bed and something like Shaden walked in..wouldn't you think you were in heaven too? "We should have left this Isle...long long long before the fall..but..JC wanted to stay. Even though I tell him to give up."

A light chuckled " Somehow I do not think he would sooth you and comfort you if he woke up with you in his bed.. " she pulled the covers back up over his chest patting it gently... " Malice.. this is a name Jean Claude .. has asked of... do you know her... I have nothing to go on.. not a word from any of my contacts which is odd.. usually there is at least rumor " she frowned. as he spoke of having the woman for dinner.. must be the fever.. it affected ones mind...made them all insane.. at least that was what was happening to the wolves.. Easing up, propping pillows beneath his head she raised him slightly into a reclining sit.. " Gerda told me you would not eat for her.. I told her I would see to it you did" she announced as she retucked the blanket about his chest,,then moved to the basket for the small crock of broth, and a spoon.. settling next to him she spooned it up.. " Open... " she challenged holding the spoon toward him like a toddler.. Then he spoke of Jean and leaving in the fal l... her eyes clouding for a moment yet.. unable to meet his gaze... " Jean is a good man.. a dear friend... I care deeply for him..." the admission ended there.. " Come.. have some broth.. we will have you well when he returns yes?"

His eyes started to droop again, and it would be clear nothing was to be forced upon this one as he started to slip back into the fever. "Let me hold..you." His hand moved with what strength he had left, crazy talk again but the truth of the matter was his chest ached as hers. "Do not..fool yourself..to think Jean-Claude asked you here to take care of me...but here..you .. get peace. Here you can sleep, and heal." His eyes opened again, trying to remain, "Forget who I am, pretend I am he and rest.." He beckoned with a small smile. "We will not talk of leaving, not now."

Her mouth pulled into a frown as he refused the broth.. " Pere you have to eat something if you are going to heal.. Please " she entreated him, his hand moving to push away the crock of broth she settled it on the table with a sigh.. then looked at him disbelievingly as he asked to hold her... " He wanted someone he could trust to see to you... not to lay with you ".. she scolded.. but already his hands pulled at her waist and arm , " Pere" she sighed deeply leaning down... " Holding me will not make you better " delicate hands brushed over his cheeks... " He cares deeply for you do not fail him.. in getting well it will break his heart..." again he pulled her toward him and she eased by his side.. perhaps he would sleep.. peacefully.. sleep always helped the body heal.. her shoes kicked off on the floor beside the bed, she eased into his embrace.. carefully.. stiffly.. as if he would break.. he looked so weak and pale... When he spoke of Jean's reasons for her to be there " Why other reasons would he have..=2 0he wants you to get better more than anything.." her brow wrinkled in confusion.. more feverish talk.. no doubt.. " shhhhhhhh Pere... sleep.. now rest... I'll watch over you " it was him that needed to heal... and rest not her.. crazy talk indeed.





"You do not get rest at the Lily." He whispered shuddering against her back as he soothed her against him. A petite frame compared to most still found her so small..even round with child. "He worries for you." Raising a weak hand to motion towards a chair plush and fine, with the finest Italian leather and the letters JC etched in the back in gold. "Sits there night after night," Down below of course, having only brought it up so he could be closer to Pere', "Thinking of you..worried for you."


"I will heal, Mon Cher, there are things in this world even you have not seen." He whispered against her hair inhaling deeply, "Now just pretend, close your eyes...think of Neverland hmm?" He trembled again curling his face into the pillow to muffle a half cough though more of settled mucus then of illness.


Glacial green hues lifted to the chair, if he could have see the softness in them he would have known she cared for Jean Claude deeply... but as they were spooned together he only felt the slight relaxation of her body when the name was spoke.. her gaze roam the fine chair.. resplendent fit for a prince..it was the epitome of Jean.. well crafted, work of art..beautiful a treasure.. the reflection of the man who sat within it... " I rest Pere..." she disclaimed softly.. hoping soon he would ease into sleep... "He has no reason to worry over me.." he thinks of me as a project to be fixed.. night after night...? he worried over her night after night ? His cough brought her out of her thoughts.. her hand reaching back to softly stroke his arm in comfort.. the irony of her position assailed her.. then.. Pere now with her laying at his side.. however innocent for him to calm and ease into sleep.. was closer to her.. more intimate to her than Jean had ever been.. one kiss... shared between them.. and a string of heated stares...passionate arguments.. and moments that stilled in time..yet... her mind wandered over all their meetings.... was the passionate pull only on her end.. that moth to a flame instinct that rarely ended well for the moth... she was not used to being a moth...Glacial green hues were veiled in dark lashes, that fluttered closed like fans to lay upon pale cheeks.. her body relaxed and breathing evened in mock sleep..but her mind kept working Jean...he wants to fix me.. which means there is something unacceptable...unwanted... normally you would not fret about a suitors wants... you would smile.. accept his attentions and money and continue on.. what has changed.. why do you care..? the commentary in her head was running like a loop why do you care?



A careful gentle hand came to touch her softly, lacing his fingers within her own as sleep was so close yet so far from reach. Caught in between heaven and hell, he felt like purgatory all over again. She was so special, so unique, such a queen among mortals that he had no doubt what JC saw in her. If the man was not careful he'd find himself pursuing the woman in his arms. Yet of all his faults Peregrin was loyal to his dearest friends... but what was a little sport hmm?



A natural position his lips to brush the back of her neck as he nuzzled to bring her closer.

"It will work out in the end." Peregrin spoke in a soft whisper still remaining between. "He does not think of you as a project. That is what a man thinks of his kitchen when is in need of repair, Mon Cher. He thinks of you as part of him the better half that needs to be held." His arms tightened then around her--like this.


"You have to understand where Jean-Claude comes from. He is not so open with himself, so easy to give his heart if the other is not so willing to receive it. Perhaps a little encouragement?" Brushing back his hand to sweep away the fallen curls from her face, the Oak leaves tattooed on his skin showing through his sleeve of the underside of his forearm. "He needs to be saved just as you do." Trust me

" How can I understand him ... if he will not let me " she murmured softly.. his lips brushing her neck made her still for a moment.. it must be the fever...she knew well Pere found her annoying and.. inferior to most women.. thus why he had steered Jean away... " Perhaps I'm not meant to be saved " eyes drooped in exhaustion, sometimes she offered more information than was good for her in this state... "He thinks whenever I even show comfort with him, playfully inviting him to swish his legs in a hot spring.. that I am.. inappropriate.. and shameful... how.. on earth do you encourage that...?" she snorted... yes that night Jean had peeved her to no end.. and it still stung.. " I think you are wrong.. Pere... Jean.. does not...is not interested in me.. in a passionate way... " she rolled over and looked at him oddly... " He wants to become a courtesan... and have me swear off men for a year... while he dilly dally's with whomever... it is an odd way to show.. interest don't you think?"




His heart broke at her words, the pain she felt so real as if he held her heart in the palm of his hand, "For someone so beautiful, you are so wrong.." Tilting her chin back he heaved a heavy breath, the force a labored process. "Shaden, you do not know how wonderful you are. No one thinks of you as an annoyance." He grinned that smile that was his own trademark, the one that melted through so many. "On the ship when Maahes was ill, never had I seen such passion. You are truly amazing.." The deep crystal of his eyes, sapphire in color carried truth behind his words even when no one ever believed him. Cry wolf so many times...


"Jean-Claude is..uh..how you say old fashioned." He smiled to her thinking of his friend and how absolutely wild he would go to hear of their conversation. "Everyone needs to be saved," The palm of his hand came to brush her cheek lightly admiring the glow there within the tones of her skin. "This look is good for you." He cuddled deeper against his pillow. "I am sorry I am unable to take advantage of the situation..perhaps next time."


She caught his hand in hers..as if caressed his cheek, glacial hues boring into his impish grin “ Why do you always do that ?” she questioned seriously..” every time someone gets close to knowing g you… you shield yourself behind asinine humor “ her mind worked over the fact that he seemed to answer unspoken questions…that plagued her….but if he would hold her to the fire… then she would do the same and mirror his observations. “ I wonder who will save you ? or if you want to be saved?” for a long moment she stared into his eyes… then pulled back… and rolled from the bed.. stockinged feet on the floor padded over to the bank of windows that overlooked the frozen bay… “ amazing how something so cold.. and deadly can be so beautiful” was she speaking of the bay, him, or herself.


"Shaden, I long for death." As she got up he let himself roll to his back, and a hand came to rest gently against his chest. Perhaps many would call him dramatic, but the way he spoke the words proved their was so much truth behind them. The tone was simple, having through long and hard about his end. "When you have walked the way I have for so long..alone, and done everything as I, you will understand that stupid humor is all I have left." Blue eyes caught the ceiling of the cabin, tracing the outline of the wood knots as they always did. "Counting past the years and nothing changes. Trying so hard to fit in, but know you truly never will...loving so openly but feeling so closed. Life has no excitement anymore, no reason. I have no cares or fears. I walk unscathed through the fires of hell everyday and have nothing I wish to show for it. If you have not noticed, Shaden I haven't a conscious. I put you in the arms of your sister's husband for what? Money. Would you believe it if I told you THAT was the most honest money I've earned in years." Tucking his hand behind his back he took a deep breath living in the feeling of death being so close, but cursing at how much better he felt. "That night Ealora and I walked I wanted her to learn to trust her husband so that when he broke that trust it hurt her even more. Isn't that sick?" He spoke without a care. "But I knew it would get her to leave. She hurt that night, hurt worse then she will feel when Maahes dies someday, and I didn't care." Well ok yeah he did a little. Peregrin fell silent for a moment, his hand fidgeting with the button of his nightshirt. "A ranger from Avaria was in love with Maahes. I could see it in her eyes. I know love you know. Can point it out from miles away. Make it happen. It's been a curse. She loved him for all the moons and stars, but he did not return it. I didn't think Maahes able to love, but he would have married her if she asked. So what do I do to save her a broken heart? I get her to fall in love with me. Maahes would not cheat on her, he would not leave her, they would have spent the rest of their lives unhappily together. She would grow to hate me. I gave her a reason to get over me. I left." Boy someone was just letting it all fall out. "So you just keep down the path you are going pretty girl, and stay away from wanting to save someone who doesn't want it." Letting his eyes fall on the vision before him, he had to sigh..she was so beautiful. Something rare, and something he knew the answer to why Jean wanted to stay. "I'm not capable of true love, it's just not in me anymore." With that he let his hand brush the marks that seemed to be tattoos of Oak leaves under his forearm. "So don't you worry about me being saved, I have no need for it..let us just worry of you. You are more precious now then ever, and I have only ever seen you truly smile once. Such a face as beautiful as yours should always smile." He said finding the place where her eyes would be should she turn around, "Someone like you shouldn't remark on deadly cold objects, but see them for what they are.."

“What they are .. is natures irony.. cold deadly but beautifully alluring” still she did not turn, but pressed her forehead against the chilled panes, her breath fogging against it in fans of iridescence.. copper curls mussed and tumbled caught the moonlight.. the curve of her jaw.. the elegant line of her neck.. a delicate hand pressed to her belly… “ It it were not for this… I would too.. feel as you.. long for death… but this.. is my salvation.. my reason… “ her fingers caressed the curve where the unborn lay moving slightly… “ If you had the ability to love once… then you still have it.. you just prefer the lack of complication it brings… you are a lucky man to be able to choose…” there was a saddeness in her voice… “ Imagine craving something.. with all you are… to be truly loved.. but.. knowing you may never be able to truly love another…sometimes.. broken things cannot be mended..” a deep sigh, inhaled….. held for a long moment.. then released softly fogging the pane once again… “ Did you love this Ranger.. whom you saved from unhappily ever after.. and why… would you want to save her…” now she turned.. moving back to his side.. the nights chill having claimed her feet and toes victim… the cover was pulled back as she slipped in beside him, her feet tucked in. Moonlight the only thing between them casting them both in a silvery glow… a delicate hand reaching forth to stroke his cheek.. checking for fever.. then pushing that boyish shock of dampened wheat from his brow.. cool flesh upon heated…perhaps one of the few times in his last years he would be the more warm to the touch… “ If you have the ability to love Pere… do not let it slip away… for fear…of giving yourself over..to it “ a thumb stroked lightly at his temple… “ you should rest… sleep… I’ll watch over you… “ lightly her fingers stroked over his eyes lids forcing them to close… a soft murmur… of comforting sounds…

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Pere: "You know that he will kill me." The voice carried down the road in silent rumble as the horse drawn sleigh moved through the valley, silver bells removed. The breath of the horse the thunder of the hooves would surely carry the wolves attention they would not need the beauty of the sleigh bells song to sing their death. The night was well on, frozen sky drifting in the distance dark and cold. Always in the winter did the stars shine the brightest perhaps in their way wanting to warm what the sun had forgotten. Sitting across from the courtesan, for once the pirate looked less then a mess and more a huntsmen? Dark green cloak covered his shoulders and fell over his chest, but it was the deep earth tones that wore rich and true. Crystal blue eyes moved over the scenery much faster then perhaps they should, but it was not the terrain he was watching..but the shadows. A point in his ear ever so slightly almost ell forward as he listened not to the words they shared, but the sounds of the forest. It was their conversation he understood, but the earth around him he took in. Never one to be what they seemed, perhaps many believed the scoundrel to be a master of the sword, but would it be much surprise to know the bow that crossed his chest and arrows that rest against his spine was his forte? What kind of pirate preferred arial objects then up close blood thirsty cutthroat--the smart one. There was a childlike wonderment about this one, something that just didn't wasn't normal perhaps even strange. That's what happened when their wasn't a care in the world, and one moved where the wind blew.

Maahes: "Ealora." Maahes called down the hall, the fires burning hot but still the air carried a chill. Danae had been invited to stay within the temple, as Maahes knew her to actually be a woman below that rough exterior and what woman wouldn't want to soak in the big wooden tub that took up the bathhouse floor. Besides, the huts were very cold, and Danae was much like his wife when it came to the winter. Fresh from his own bath he was hoping to find in the great room, sitting by the fire..so that way he may join her. Perhaps score himself a backrub too.

Shaden : " Psshhhhh Maahes has never denied me anything.... and will not deny me your company once he learns I have been tending you.. and another dreary day and night within that tomb of a ship would surely drive me mad " bundled under Layers of blankets and furs only her heart shaped face above it, and that framed by a fur lined cloak, it was as if she were nothing more than a face.. that was smiling at him, teasingly '" And I think it would do you well to become more social anyway.. she leaned foreword a hand slipping from beneath her bundles and pulling his covers more over his shoulders... " I take my responsibility to you seriously.. I promises Jean Claude I would see to you myself.. and in doing so .. that means you have to accompany me to see My sister and my Brother... who knows.. you might actually have a decent time.. " she teased him settling back into her cocoon of warmth.. the sound of the sleigh driver as he encouraged the horses one thru the frozen winter land.. one of the few besides the steady thunder of hooves.. the razor sound of the sleigh rails thru the icy snow.. and the occasional snort of the horses.. as they whoosed toward RedWall , the gates finally in sight

Pere: "That tomb, m'dear is my pirate ship." He spoke with a grin, as what boy did not pretend to be a pirate and live to see it happen. He gave a heavy hearted laugh as she teased yet eyes still danced over each tree. There was a sudden shift in his features as for once he grew serious. "Jean-Claude will be killed if he is not careful." Darn it, I've worked so hard felt as it should follow that phrase. "I am so very certain Maahes will be willing to include me in hiding his emotions. Darkened eyes turned to catch hers, the dark side of the moon seeming to show through with his smirk, but something tells me soon it will return. Spoken without words as he felt the presence of the woods, and the creatures that moved across the snow covered ground.

Danae: It was no surprise that even as a guest, Danae wasn't one for sitting around and doing nothing. Already she had wondered about just outside and now helping others inside with whatever was needed. For one with copper skin and ice blue eyes, her skin was much paler than it should be. However, with the recent rest and meals she was able to obtain the color was slowly starting to return. The Greek warrior would be found wearing the typical ranger gear and colors that would help her blend in almost flawlessly with her surroundings when out in the forest. She could hear Maahes yelling for Ealora and she smirked, tempted to make soon smart reply but figured his wife would be quick to do just that. The tall female came down the hallway. "Do you think you could be just a little louder... I don't think the dead heard you." She teased as a hand slowly lifted to rub at her left temple. Danae had been experiencing these strange headaches lately, even before she left Avaria. They had started when she and her men retreated to the forests, the part of the forest others dared not entered. Rumors had spread that it was haunted by spirits...spirits of all living things. This of course is what helped keep Danae and her men alive until they were able to travel outside of Avaria.

Shaden: "Jean Claude cannot be faulted in asking me to be your nurse/governess while he is away.. after all you were and Ill.. naughty boy.. perhaps he knew that I and only I could withstand your.. Charms, and you mine own brand of charms I would think... after all if it were not for you acerbic tongue and lack of allowing yourself to love.. I would think to find you sniffing at my skirts.. thought I admit.. I find you far better a friend and verbal spar partner than suitor.. you do fill such a tiny void in my icy cold heart " She winked at him.. the sparring was merely teasing.. and though provoked some honest thought about the ways of men and women, and the two in the sleigh in particular... it was agreed at least silently that whatever they had learned of each others hearts and souls in the fever ravaged nights she tended him.. their long discussions that pierced thru the tough veneers that each plastered over the fragility of their hearts.. that it would keep between them in the daylight.. as if it had never been voiced in the night.

Ealora: "I'm pregnant Maahes, not deaf" She offered in return when he appeared from the hall but a smile curled her lips with the tease and aha, there was Danae. "Good Evening Danae, you've been busy I hear." She had long ago given up trying to sew, the cloth and needle poked through the fabric was carelessly thrown on the floor and a blanket curled around her as she sat in Maahes chair. Yes she was taking the throne of the house. She had picked it out darn it. In truth she had given up sewing for falling asleep earlier in the chair. Blame it on the baby, she still couldn't help falling asleep in the oddest places. Earlier she had fallen asleep standing up as she brushed the horses down in the barn! Shifting in the chair, she waved a hand at the cart of hot cider and tea. Just in case they were thirsty.

Maahes: A nod in the way of Danae he turned dark brows in a raise to his wife..did she just sit in his chair? wait wait wait. "You use this pregnant thing a lot." He smirked leaning to kiss her gently, but then rose to turn to Danae. "What have you done today that has kept you so busy?" He asked as he gathered the bottom of his tunic in his fingers to lift the material over his head. Dark bruises from new hits carried down his back and left arm; the normal now. As well as he could he eased on the footstool there before his chair and held up the small little bottle of that stuff she made. When it was not taken he turned very stern serious features over one shoulder to take in the sight of his wife.. and puckered his bottom lip. Works for Eppie!

Pere: "GOVERNESS! HA!" He snorted, "If that peacoke thinks he can get anymore education in this old soul he's got another thing coming! I do not think he asked you to teach me anything, but asked you to tempt me from death." Vixen. "He knows me when it comes to women. Knows I can't die when there is a reminder of what I'd leave behind..two beautiful ladies." Meaning what? "Or boy..whatever." Child. Sitting back against the cushion as they pulled into Red Wall he glared at her a moment, silent and brooding but then rose a quiet voice, "I wouldn't have to sniff at your skirts, little girl. You would come freely..given time. I've never been denied anything.

Nora: Moving from the kitchen Nora watched through the window and quickly went to speak to the lord and lady, "Your sister is here, Ealora with that pirate!" Her eyes were wide as she spoke, having only heard horrible things!

Danae: Those eyes of icy blue hues turned toward the direction from which the voice of Ealora came and she smirked at hearing the wife set the husband straight. When the woman addressed her, Danae nodded and smiled a bit. "Evening to you as well Ealora and yes.. I've tried." She said with a wry grin. "I'm finding it a little hard at times though. Not to many people are willing to let a stranger help right away." She jested lightly. There was a slight shrug of her shoulder then in an amused manner. "Can't say I don't blame them. I'd be leery of me to." She added with a chuckle. The ranger then looked to Maahes as he rose and spoke to her. "Things..." Looking innocently at him before giving a roll of her eyes, knowing he'd want more than that for an answer. "Alright, I went to patrol around the area. You know me... its in my blood." She said in a defiant tone, making sure he knew not to probe to much more. She arched as she watched Maahes ask his wife for a favor then gave a shake of her head. "I wouldn't get to use to that... soon you'll have to be doing that for her when the aches and pains start to settle in on her joints within her ankles and knees as well as her lower back and hips. Might want to take a few metal notes..." Jested the Commander. Head turned to Nora when the woman spoke of more visitors, the word pirate not dawning on her who that might be other than maybe one of Ealora's crew members.

Shaden: A tinkling laugh as the sleigh came to a halt... Throwing back the furs she leaned foreword toward him... her lips half parted as if a kiss was imminent.. dark lashes fluttered over her cheeks.. for a moment.. just long enough to draw him to her... and ... he would.. her lips brushed his ever so slightly.. just the barest of a whisper.. " I've never been denied anything either... I guess we are two of a kind?" and with that she withdrew.. not waiting on him to help her down from the carriage. she fairly bounded out of it stopping long enough to turn and give him a saucy grin... " And if I helped pull you from your spiral of self loathing and contemplation of the great unknown.. then shouldn't you be thanking me.. instead of growling at me ?" she chided him sweetly... " Come.. let us descend on the Assad Aziem’s and wish them good tidings of the Season"

Ealora: With a soft snorting hum of a laugh she wiggled to the edge of the chair and took the bottle from him. How could she deny that face, worked with Eppie and worked with him. Her smile only seemed to widen at Danae and her teasing of Maahes but it rather sounded like a lovely idea, she hadn't thought of that! Swollen ankles, screaming joints and he would have to tend to them, mmhmm, oh she liked that idea very much. "Danae, I do believe I love you.." Only slightly teasing. The stopper pulled out and the liquid within poured into her hand before the bottle was set between her thighs before her hands were rubbed together to spread the liquid and then start to massage it onto his shoulders and back. Celadon eyes lifted to Nora with a small chuckle. "Well let them in Nora, Shaden wouldn't bring an enemy into the house and even if she did so unknowingly, he or she isn't going to get far, this is the General we're talking about."A wink offered to the woman as she seemed to hate the idea but bobbed a lazy curtsy and went to answer the door.

Maahes: As the ladies spoke back and forth his thoughts grew distant; even as his wife took away the aches from the day's work he seemed...quiet. Nora would be off to let them in, and Maahes would roll his shoulders back and meet her eye. A very quiet, soft guilt stricken voice he spoke, "If I'm here, habibi I will take away that pain." She would know his meaning within the look of amber orbs, just and true. Oh how it hurt to know he would not be here for the birth of his child, off on another war but one that was the largest he had ever known. He felt it then, that pain in his chest just where his heart rest an empty feeling that only she could fill. Who would be here to see to her wellness? To rub her feet, and shoulders? What about those cravings she spoke of, wasn't that part of the job? Turning where he sat he snaked one foot around her own to pull the chair and it's contents closer. "Do they hurt you now?" See there was a side of Maahes that no body else knew. Much different then the caged beast in Sarmaetia hmm?

Pere: When opportunity strikes..you take it! Peregrin closed his eyes to lean into the kiss, and he had to muse to himself at how many times he had heard that one! Yet as she stilled in her pursuit he would only grin just a wink from her lips. "Guess so." He said with a full smirk now as he watched her move away, that little round bottom and round belly...not his child..was a different twist on things. Raising to follow her he found the edge of the sleigh and as if held by chains he stilled. Eyes closed, and he took a deep breath as suddenly he felt himself afraid. This would be the first time they had seen each other since he left. Was it like him to still where he stood..nope, but was it like him to tuck his tail and run..sometimes. Boy he suddenly wished for those wolves to just magically appear. Pressing on he took a deep breath and returned that smile to his lips. Oh hell, things have been too quiet around here anyway! "Maahes! Ealora! Ranger from Avaria! Good tidings to you!" Ho ho ho. He called out from the room curling his arm for Shaden to take if she so wished it. Though it was more for a shield he was sure of it.

Danae: Danae only grinned, yep.. she was glad she had purposely given that tid bit of information. "You are Welcome Ealora... I'll be happy to show him how to do it if I am around when those aches and pains kick in." Yes, Danae had promised herself she was going to give Maahes hell for the grief he gave her, playfully of course. However, as she watched the two while continuing to stand, back pressed against the wall behind her as arms were folded over her chest. Suddenly, she felt terrible...the mood seem to have changed from one of lightness and jester to one of concern and seriousness. Head would lower, eyes focused to the floor now and she cleared her throat. "I um.. I may need to head back out to the hut soon to gather up a couple things I left there." She looked back to them only to hear the door open, letting eyes glance to it once and seeing the woman first and then glanced back quickly a second time seeing him. Immediately a rush of several emotions swelled up within her chest but it would be the anger she was going to have trouble holding back. "Evening." She blatantly said nodding to Shaden. "Wish I could say the same for you... Perry." Oh hell... yep... this hell cat was definitely going to need some alone time and soon. Anything to distance herself from him.

Shaden : Her arm curled about his taking it.. even stepping before him slightly to help with the shield.. yes she felt the trepidation in him, the hardening of muscle beneath his shirt as if preparing for battle.. her fingers twined over his forearm, index slowly tracing the unseen pattern of oak leaves that burnished the skin beneath.. how well she had come to know him in those long fevered nights... Glacial green hues lifted at Danea's greeting.. almost shocked at the vehemence that rolled from the woman... immediately she stepped even more between the hellcat and Pere... " Good Tidings Danae.. Ealora.. Maahes... I hope we do no intrude...?" her eyes filtered to her sisters in question of the cold greeting extended Pere and herself from Danae.. " I was not aware you had guest.. perhaps we should have messenger first.. to make sure we were welcome" ok the test.. Ealora and Maahes both said this was her home as well.. test the theory...

Ealora: She let out a squeal as he wiggled her foot around him. Ticklish damn it! "no they do not hurt now. I have been sitting all most all day." Though she did wiggle her foot in his grasp. Get to work husband. She was trying hard not to think about how he was not going to be there for the birth of their child. She was in fact hoping beyond reason he would be home by then. A smile and a wink went in Danae direction. She was always welcome at their home. "That is fine Danae, I hope you will be careful though. Your welcome to one of the guest rooms if you don't want to stay in the hut." Her attention turned to Shaden and her guest. Forcing a smile on her lips for Perry though it was hard to like the man, he had turned her in and turned around and saved her. Always two sides of coin with that one. "Happy Holidays..oh psshh, Shaden you know better then that. You know the door is always open for you. Please come in, sit down." Her hand wove to the table, hot cider and hot tea at the ready. The bottle was taken up, more of the liquid poured into her hand. The menthol smell was strong but no doubt it was adding heat to his aching joints. Hands were rubbed together then massaged into his arms.

Pere: "I'm sorry I can't stay long." He spoke so coldly meeting that icy stare she was known for, "I just wanted to make sure Shaden reached the temple." Liar. No he didn't plan on leaving, but the death look the Beast was giving him would be enough to tempt any fool from their doom.

Danae: She really hadn't meant to come off so rude to Shaden, but that's what happens to people when they were at the wrong place at the wrong time and with the wrong company. She saw how Perry was behind Shaden and how the woman seem to be putting herself between the two of them. A roll of her eyes was made. "I see your still having the need to hide behind others and let them fight your fights for you. Doesn't surprise me..." She growled as she moved over to slip on her boots after pushing off the wall. Moving toward the door they entered, grabbing her cloak and furs. She passed Shaden carefully, the woman was with child. However, she wouldn’t be so careful with Perry and pulled the dagger from its sheath only to twirl it before him. (Like Lou Diamond Phillips on Young Guns Baby.) "Besides, I was just leaving... I have other things to do." She sheathed the dagger and looked to Ealora and Maahes. "Thank you... though the hut I think with be much warmer...and the air not so foul with the stench that just wafted into you pleasant home." She shoved herself pass Perry and took her exit. She was headed to the stables first to check on Majesty before calling it a night.

Shaden: " Good evening Danae.. sleep well " the tone was returned cold and Icy to the woman as she twirled the dagger.. ohh she does tricks too.. a copper brow raised up... at the antics of the ranger... before she turned back to Maahes and Ealora " I'll show Pere his room.. he needs to rest after being attacked by the wolves he was trying to rid the countryside of " yes shaming Danae, Ealora and Maahes for the chilly reception..

Ealora: Oh good lord, eyes rolled skyward and then down again. "Have a good evening Danae, come have breakfast with us in the morning, I won't take no for an answer." Another wink to the woman. She could understand the woman's emotions, the pieces seemingly being put together before her attention turned to Shaden. "I'll not likely forget what he has done, but in the spirit of the season, I am willing to push it aside. A wolf attack is not going to make it better. Your a better person for it then I Shaden. But please do, settle Perry in then come have tea with me."She placed a kiss against Maahes cheek before the bear was stomping out of the room to get some sleep. He trained to hard but then she would worry if he did not train enough. Feet curled behind in the chair as the blanket was pulled around her lap again.

[malicecampbell]

Weeks passed and things went according to plan… the wolves spread like a plague upon the nation, killing indiscriminately, old, young, strong, weak, foolish and wise… animals were infected with this plague which doubled tenfold, sheep, pigs, cattle, dogs,… very few went unscathed.. People slaughtered and burnt the infected animals hoping to stave off the infection.. But the madness was the least of the Island nations worries. The four legged beast were terrifying.. But now… sightings of the two legged.. Half man half animals.. Wolven men.. Who had the feral wildness of beast and the cunning of man.. Whole small hamlets went to sleep safe.. In their beds.. Days later to be found.. The frozen remains strewn upon the new snow… frozen in horror… what must those eyes have seen… It was enough to make even the most battle hardened patrols weak kneed and nauseas..

Hundreds flocked to the newly erected churches, filled the old Cathedrals… all turning from their pagan ways in fear.. Priest feasted on that fear and turned it to their benefit and that of Rome.. The Pope… like vultures picking away at the bones of old… Skye’s religion would now and forever be changed…Of what terrible punishment the Lord had wrought on them for their betrayal… Even the Prince of the lands a symbol of the Duchess’s heathen ways… had Vanished… and once the Christian Prayers of the newly repented and converted pleas were thrown to the Heavens.. Had God Listened.. Prayers answered? The Prince returned unharmed.. On Christmas day… divine intervention.. Perhaps not.. Serendipity… or just good luck… Either Way Rome was pleased… now there would be little doubt of the alliance..

Paid her gold.. For a job well done… Malice now was free to follow her own agenda… her own goals close in hand.. She had watched and waited.. For the perfect moments.. As the pieces fell into place.. Like a well oiled machine… with Christianity riding the high tide… all other religions fell suspect.. Eyes turned to those who perhaps might have powers undue… There were rumors of the witches of Skye… The Flame.. And the Shadow… how they had defeated an army to rescue their loved ones… of course Malice did not believe the parts of the rumors that said both women controlled unnatural forces.. That Malice believed conjecture and fancy on the part of men who did not want to confess they had been outwitted by two women… and certainly not a courtesan…or a pirate wench.. But the Rumors were fed and whipped into a veritable frenzy.. As the Priest begin to preach against the practices of Witchcraft, Courtesans, Pirates, and the heathen ways of the Lord General Himself.. And his Desert religion that did not follow the Church’s Doctrine… these were the things that had led Skye to such a sad state… in the streets already several women of the Night had been found.. Dead… disemboweled and hung naked, their bodies carved with Whore… the priest would condemn the murders.. And cross themselves.. Blessing the departed soul… in one breath.. And turn to the onlookers in the next.. “ This is the wages of Sin… this is the cost of immorality ! God has sent his hand to cleanse this land… of the Abomination of Witches and Whores who lead good Holy men… into sin.. With the lure of womanly pleasures “ now this was the climate in the dead of winter…


A trip into Turas Lan to watch and learn her intended victims routines… one afternoon found her in the markets shadowing Ealora and Shaden on a shopping trip.. In disguise she moved about the markets easily.. No one would even notice the mousy prim and proper bible holding edifice she presented in the dour gray woolen dress, with a black bonnet covering ebon hair that had been powdered to present a likewise drab appearance rather than it’s normal silken fall . Dark lashes veiled the truly decadent dark purple appearance of her eyes… downcast yet intently watching her prey cataloging their behaviors and schedules as she shadowed them… It wasn’t long before the Beast Arrived in the market escorting his wife.. Away toward their new town home… for a moment she was torn.. As to which to continue following.. But she overheard Maahes speaking.. Of dinner at home with the child.. The sniveling golden haired brat.. That reminded her of one of her younger siblings.. The one she had drowned.. In the goldfish pond…. The feel of a small body thrashing about.. It’s last breaths bubbling up tickling the flesh of her forearms as she held her under… watching the pale golden hair wave about beneath the water.. Sinking beneath the lily pads, as the orange gold fish swam over the dead child’s face… what a beautiful sight… what was that child’s name.. such inseconsequential things escaped her memory now and again.. But it had hair like the adopted daughter of Maahes and Ealora… she would enjoy killing that child.. Before them… just one more instrument of torture. She knew where the town house was… had even been inside… making her way in from the cellar.. Courtesy of a broken latch on the outside doors that led downward into the underground cellar. There was nothing to learn of note there… so the stalking of Ealora and Maahes was abandon for the moment… Her attention turned to that of the Courtesans movements.. Special places.. Favorite shops.. And people whom tended to be around her..

The First obstacle would be her Guard and ever present lover.. Nicholas Stryker… Stryker never seemed to be far from her side… Then there were the pirates.. Jean Claude and Peregrin, always sniffing about… She was not sure.. But she suspected Jean Claude was also a lover… as she had witnessed and had spies who had seen him enter… but not leave the Lily and the Townhouse…until the wee hours of the morning… when Shaden was in residence…but again she had reports of the Madame Aramoire spending nights with the Pirate Peregrin as well aboard his ship.. The woman was a whore after all.. And seemed to have no qualms about the familiarity of her clients.. The bible was clenched tightly in her hand… murderous yes.. But.. She abhorred and was disgusted by the lack of morals the Courtesan displayed.. Round with child and yet still.. Dancing in the streets with pirates.. She probably did not even know who the father of the bastard she carried was…the list was exponential you could bet a gold piece on.

It was while walking some paces behind Shaden that she passed a young woman.. Barely brushing by her in her rush down the street.. The bible knocked from her hands she bent.. As a jolt of recognition.. Familiarity… like frazzled lighting raced thru her.. As the girls arm brushed against hers… purplish blue hues rose to stare intently at the girl as she picked up the bible.. And continued on.. Watching as the slender delicate looking woman call out to the Madam… waving effusively… to catch her attention.. It was venomous hues that cast upon the pair.. Hearing Shaden greet the younger courtesan.. As they headed off into the shop of a moodiest` . What was it about that girl.. That caused such a reaction in her gut.. Entering the shop she paused.. Then moved thru the racks of corsets, lingerie, and pantaloons as if browsing for herself close enough to the courtesans to catch a glimpse of their conversation… Nairne…. The girls name…. she watched as they picked out several things.. And moved to area with mirrors on all three sides.. Nairne disappeared to return sometime later… in a scandalous outfit.. Of sheer silk and maribou feathers… standing before the mirrors turning this way and that… as Shaden picked out more… sleepwear… It was then Malice caught her own reflection in the Mirror behind Nairne… it was like a blow… to her gut.. As if she were slapped the similarities… the Campbell family traits… that only the offspring of Angus Campbell shared… quickly she ducked away.. And out of the shop… with a ring of the shop bell she was gone.. Striding quickly down the alleyway… this she would.. Investigate…

[Anulia of Amora]

Peregrin Shakye - Snow seemed to drift in the winter wind falling slowly from the rooftops and branches of the frozen Iceland. The moon was half gone, it's smile curved against the sky settled in the dark of the night. Indeed this wasn't a night to be out with winter wolves sick in their minds, and men whose mind were poisoned by the heart of Christianity; all roamed the shadows lurking for their next victim. Yet what kind of adventurer would he be if he did not look the face of danger in the eye and laugh. For now he found solace on the rail of his ship as it rest motionless in the harbor, and even the water was dormant unmoving and unchanging. Not long would he stay within the realm of Skye, he felt it calling like a mother's touch over his back the open sea was a comfort and one he longed for. Watching the city upon the highland the flickering lights one by one dimming as candles were blown and eyes were shut. Many he could imagine were curled within warm beds with lovers who held them tight, and children who did not sleep the whole of the night. That life had been but a dream; and though the pirate was a dreamer he never did dream of home--until now. So fickle his thoughts, one day going left and the next passing right. Was the life of a restless wonderer whose heart was as wild as the wind that carried the scent of the sea.

Anulia of Amora - The remembrance of spending so many years within a cave with only herself to keep her company, echoed in the shadows of her mind as she stared into the darkness just beyond the walls of Turas Lan. Safety was a matter of effort and force in these times. Never before had she thought to be chased from her home by wild beast, but it would not be the first time she has dealt with a predator of the wild. In the jungles, panthers and tigers alike hunted, not caring if it were human or animal, for everything could be food to them. Many times, she had told the story of the great hunters long since past and told the children who were afraid that one day soon, a hunter or many would come along and rid them of these beast. Tonight, every one slept soundly in their beds. The howls stopped as the animal moved along, hunting other animals and infecting them with their madness should they escape. A wild woman in her own right, Anulia dressed her form in long skirts and tunic with a heavy cloak - a gift from Maahes- and moved out into the night, alone and with quickness. She had need to see Komor, to feed and care for him. Her duties as his mother could not be forgotten. There she remained for a great deal, loving him and comforting him in the stable he rested in. Windows had been closed and boarded up, doors had been locked with the best devices, for Komor had need to be safe when she could not be with him so often. Leaving him, was hard, but it came and into the night she moved again. Slender fingers reached for the cloak's hood, pulling it up to cover over the long, unbraided hair so her face was kept a secret as she moved by the docks, hurrying from shadow to shadow as if that was her solace. Chocolate eyes shifted to one ship she knew very well by memory. Had it not been for Maahes' words of wanting to sink it, she may have passed by without a thought. Peregrin. A hand went to her neck, feeling the lump there at the base where the large elephant ring hung upon a string of leather. She never got a chance to thank him for his gift..with that thought in mind, she changed course and moved onto the dock, feeling the boards creak under her feet as she went closer to the ship's dock.

Peregrin Shakye - Not a soul dare be within 50 feet of the ship with scarlet sails, and the harbor would be abandoned until morning. Even the ragtag crew of misfits of distant lands were gone within the taverns of the local collection and in the beds of native born. Crystal hues of the brightest blue found themselves lost in the night sky with wonder how the heavens never changed. The land rose to fall, to only rise again but always under the same stars. It was a marvel how truly small one felt under the pale of the moon. Never one for show his attire was of normal standards, brown slacks that needed hemming, with an off white tunic unlaced even now in the heart of winter. A cloak of the darkest forest green hugged his shoulders fighting away the chill, and seemed rather odd for a pirate. Yet it was always made clear his first born destiny had been within the woods. Where arrows replaced cutlass, and a bow crossed his chest in place of the latest in firearms perhaps some would find it odd, but then again...this was Peregrin they were talking about. Silence fell as even the world around the harbor seemed to still with activity, and only the sound of her steps carried over the sea. "I'm feeling a little restless." His voice called to the night, yet never once did he lower his eyes from the stars above, and as his shoulders fell back against the ship's rail it would be hard to make sense of whether he was speaking to her, or the night. "Perhaps you should turn around, little one." Again his voice carried over the air lofting like a breeze shifting a chill. "Might be too dangerous for you." He said with a smile one that needed not be seen, as it was clear upon his voice.

Anulia of Amora - Perhaps this was what people spoke of when worried about Anulia and her child like view on the world. She was not immature in the least, but she saw the good in many, more then she truly should. Every one deserved a chance, what they made of that chance, was for them to decide. A hand gripped the railing along the deck that had been lowered in order to allow others to move onto and off the ship once more, should they chose to. Anulia chose to move along plank and towards the ship's body. The voice, paused her when she got to the top, sending her eyes in the direction of Peregrin. What luck, he was here. She said nothing to his first comment, only the second and third, did she take as him addressing her. ``Perhaps I should, but then how grateful would I be, if I never thanked you for your gift.`` Keeping the cloak's hood about her head, she moved closer to where the blond haired male waited, not for her, but perhaps something to make him not so restless. ``My time will come to an end here soon enough Peregrin. Danger, is the least of my worries.`` Tilting her head back, she turned her attention to the stars, watching them twinkle in a pattern all their own. What music would they play if humans could hear? ``Do you find protection in your mystery? Much like the stars find it in making themselves too high for any mortal to reach.`` She spoke of course, on behalf of his never ending vanishing act and reappearing.

Peregrin Shakye - Breaking his gaze with her words, his soul came back or so it seemed as perhaps he was a little..shocked at her words. Just like the rest he saw her as child wondering the world lost but not wanting to be found. She did in fact have a child like wonder to her with eyes wide upon the world; still finding shock in the heartache. "And how do you know of your time, Anulia of Amora?" His eyes fell across her face as he pressed from his perch to advance slowly keeping his steps casual and light. For a moment he stood there at the edge of earth falling over? In many ways his curiosity had been played like the stars in symphony. "Have you seen your fate?" Following her eyes then he let his face tilt towards the stars standing now just off her shoulder, "The stars Anulia, have they told you this?" Tilting back on his heels he let his hands fall within the warmth of his pockets, a casual stance to observe. "If that is the case then..I have been listening to cowards who hang just out of reach..for protection." Returning then his eyes to her, the silhouette of the shadow that was her skin; dark and native. "I was lead to believe that we were placed within the stars when our souls passed, perhaps it is your mother you listen to. She was always very wise correct?" A good guess, perhaps, but the flat line of his lips that even then seemed to grin remained. A cold callused heart knew nothing of sadness, when there wasn't a care in the world.

Anulia of Amora - That was indeed a good question. Could she even begin to explain it? It had been far too long since someone had addressed her by that whole title. She had once spoke it to a few; Peregrin included; to tell tales of her time as a High Priestess. ``It is a feeling, much like your restlessness. I have seen my fate more then two times in this lifetime and it is always the same. A pattern if you will.`` Eyes drifted down to look at him, watching the sunlight kissed hair move about in the shifting of the wind and his graceful movements. ``If the stars speak, they speak not to me. Unless, you are a star. You share similar qualities. You keep yourself out of the hands of mortals, you vanish and reappear at your will, your hair resembles them in the moonlight.`` A compliment..in a way and also truth. He seemed rather fond of them as well in these moments. Reaching a hand out to the railing, she steadied herself as chocolate colored eyes followed him about. The shadows took over half of her face, leaving her beauty unfinished in the darkness. ``So it is said, but then many believe stars to be different omens.`` The words of her mother should have affected her, but her memory had never fully restored enough to register the pain she should. ``I would not know if she was wise. She may have believed she was, but her voice died in my mind a long time ago. Memories, are not as strong as they should be. She gave me her gifts and moved on.`` The gift of beauty, speech and movement. Was it all she needed? Shifting, she moved closer to Peregrin still, turning her frame around to face him better. ``And what of your mate? Is she not restless tonight as well?`` Anulia did not know the full story of Danae and Peregrin save the triangle created between the two and Maahes, one that was sure to suck her in had choices not been made.

Peregrin Shakye - For a good moment he was still, watching her with the highest of amusement, the breeze in moans through the trees yet still her heart beating was all he could hear. "And what gifts she gave." Beauty, speech, and movement; a kind heart so frail and so untouched. A rare jewel, one he would adore to hold in the palm of his hand, but how could he ruin such a pure soul? The wind shifted away the wheat colored strands of sun washed hair to reveal a blackened eye that raced back to his temple, "Danae would rather see me dead, and made that very clear." He said with a smirk feeling the heat of his restless heart come alive. Turning then he moved away from her passing under the shrouds of the ship to motion then to the main mast that stood higher then any other ship in the harbor. "She has good reason, they always do. I'm a heartbreaker, scoundrel, thief, and tyrant." The ropes of the net was released to lace in with the shrouds once again, so that the crow's nest could be reached. Turning then to face he could not help but grin, "I drugged Maahes, took his wife collected the money on her head and returned her..does that not count for good merit?" With that he extended his hand, a much smaller petite palm with shorter digits then perhaps she was used to, as he never was the tallest of men. However what he lacked in size the pirate always made up for in stamina. "Come, let us go talk with these stars and see what can be done about your fate?" The bluest of blue shimmered with what seemed to always lure his prey in; danger, passion, mischief and kindness all rolled into onto orbs of ocean color. Yet there was of course that mystery, the challenge of taming the stallion who ran free across the ocean like barreling down the plain. His lips curled into a grin, one warm and inviting daring her to say no.

Anulia of Amora - Anulia's heart was as gentle as her soul. Luring in it's pattern, steady, strong but not over baring. Like a mother would pat her child's back with a firm but gentle rhythm. The natural scent of oils that had seeped into her skin began to spread the scents of flowers and aloe. It should have surprised her that the emotions had changed, but why? She had learned, people like them often did change their minds and heart's desires quickly. Turning about once more she watched him move from her as she held her cloak tighter from the cold. Her body was not so use to this weather yet, though the shivering she kept in check. ``I think they allow you to do such things. They know who you are when they meet you, yet they wish hard for you to be something else. I do not understand that. You will be what you are, there is no changing it once you are past a certain age. Have you noticed these women, give their emotions quickly only to have them fade?`` The talk of collecting Ealora and drugging Maahes, made her sigh deeply. ``You did what was in your nature to do. That would be like taking a snake into your arms and telling him to not constrict you.`` Stepping closer, she watched him lower his hand and without hesitation, she reached for it. She did not believe they would see the stars, for no mortal could, but come what may, she did not fear him. The worst he could do was kill her, stopping the pattern of her life. Her own, much smaller then his still reached up and wrapped cold fingers about his palm, the cloak slipping to expose her bare wrist where scars laced themselves so deep into her flesh, they were black and imprinted deeply making her skin unleveled, un smooth. Just beyond that slender wrist, lay the burnt mark of a bird, charred into her flesh like a black birthmark, forever. That face, Anulia stared, but was only affected in the sense of smiling back in some strange happiness.

Peregrin Shakye - He should have known such beauty came with such delicate hands, but it was the scars that caught his heart in his chest. For a pirate his skin was flawless, uncovered by pains of the flesh as over time all things healed, but she could almost not hide from the hurt though she did it well. Constant reminders of a life left behind, now he could see why she thought she knew her fate. Up. Up. Up the mast was climbed, reaching the enclosed crow's nest that seemed more a retreat then a lookout. Little lanterns ran the rail, as well a chest held wool blankets and books. So perhaps there was truth to the boy like charm he carried, as when the pages were turned distant works of fiction ran wild. "Their affections do not fade, mine do." He spoke so easily opening the trunk to pull out the red cloth as he wrapped it around her shoulders. Turning then he would not let Skye remain in his sights, but the open waters of the sea before them. "Here is where it stars, Anulia. Dreams of far off places, and from those books I chart my course. I search the lands over for the fairy tales that are told to children." The wind blew in heavy rushes as they shifted strands of sun touched gold across his face, and his eyes closed to listen. "My fate is not long for this land, as you says yours is not for this world, but why stop there?" Turning then to face her he opened his eyes to take in the marked beauty before him. "All your life, you've lived to serve someone else.." For this was his true reason of ever showing interest in her. He could see it; the way she chased the shadow of the Beast, and served drinks at the Inn." Even now when his heart belongs to someone else, and her womb carries his child..you still remain." A slight shake of his head, "What life is this to live?" Gently he took hold of her shoulders and turned her to face the open water where the moon hung low in the sky. "Look out there. As far as you can see their are lands and lives much different then what you have known. Beautiful mountains, burning desserts, tropical islands..rich green forests. The stars are selfish if they have kept this from you.." He whispered then against the back of her shoulder as he closed his arms on either side to steady her from the wind; hands curling on the railing. For a moment he was silent sharing his dreams with her, but as he continued he kept his voice low and gentle, "I can tell you this, and you know it is from what part of me speaks the truth..You have not lived a good life, until you have lived the life you have wanted."

Anulia of Amora - The ground seemed but a memory as they moved upwards, higher and higher, closer to the stars as they went. As with any height, there came the moment when you could go no more and here it lay. This looked like a place that Anulia, herself would rest and dream. Her dreams were not as advance as someone like Peregrin's, for she had not seen as much as he had and her mind, while creative, could only go slightly past a point she knew. Eyes looked to the lanterns, letting them make her face glow as she pushed back the hood of her cloak to reveal her smooth, darkened hair. No braids tarnished the design of it. Gifted in Arab and Egyptian lineage. Why stop? Perhaps they would not. Maybe there would be another life to live, a different one. She accepted the gift of the red blanket about her shoulders and watched his beautiful face as he closed his eyes, embracing in a way she had seen few times. This was her fate, to serve others who would not see her as a gift, but as something there only when they needed it. Someone to help them gain something more. ``Peregrin.. I stay for other reasons now. I released Maahes as my mate months ago so he could marry for love. This is what I wanted for him. Who says I am not happy in my life?`` She was, in more ways then one. She lived to see others love and have children, thankful they could. Many loved Anulia, but no one courted her. It was the same in every life time. Something stopped men from loving her as a lover. That was a clear sign. The only male to ever try and fight through what ever spelled wrapped around her to repel, was Odis and even then it failed. The weight of Peregrin's hands, had her looking to the left one, then back to his face before he turned her around, changing the view from one beautiful image to another. As if her body wished to absorb it all, she inhaled and exhaled gently. Eyes watched as the water shifted in a beautiful and calm rhythm, the stars seemed to meet the ocean at some point in the distance and the land was but a small piece of the view from this angle, leaving the ocean to be more grand. Anulia was not sexual as other women were, so when Peregrin came closer to her body, she simply took comfort in it, protection for the moment. Did it mean she gave him full trust? In a sense, yes. For now. His voice held all her attention as she stared in the distance. ``I would not know what to ask for. I would not want to seem greedy and un thankful for the breaths I have now. What I want, is given to me in different ways. I wanted a child, so I was sent many to care for from other women's womb. I wanted protection, so I was sent men to care for me as a sister or dear friend. I wanted a home, so I was invited to live with others and share it. The only thing I have that is my own is Komor. A gift from you.``

Peregrin Shakye - "Nothing in that you speak are truly yours, but the sharing of something that is theirs, Anulia." He followed the line of her sight where the ocean met the sky and the moon laughed in the water before them. "Makes no sense to want of someone else. You want a child, then you will have a child. If you want a home. Then you will have a home. Name it." Money clearly wasn't an object for a man like he, now...clean it may not be, but another's blood could build her an empire. He let the silence fall between them for a moment and smirked knowing full well she would not take what was to be given, but perhaps she would be more willing to earn it. "I need a set of eyes, to keep watch upon this land. I'll pay you as you wish to do just that..and it will move you up in society." Trust me. The games have been played before. "Avaria is in dire need of communication, and though the task at hand would be dangerous, who would dare harm such a face." The pad of his thumb would touch lightly the tip of her chin to lift her face as he moved to stand beside her. "Your desire is not greedy..Gold, jewels. That--is greed. What you wish is comfort, love..a life lived as Anulia wants. Just as I live as I want..but." Of course the sentence fell as his words softened, "There are always consequences that fall for every action. Maahes would never forgive you for working for me..just as they will never forgive me for doing as I do." The endless hearts he broke, the many bastard children he gave name to...the lives that were taken. "You deserve the life you want, and should let fate decide your end..not cold distant stars."

Anulia of Amora - Wide and full lips pulled back into a soft smile, one that showed bits of her lovely teeth which contrasted against darker skin. Why was this the third person to say such things? Sure, Anulia could lay with any man and have a child, but that was not what she wanted. What Peregrin promised, was not something she thought was in his power, but as a friend, she would help him in what way she could. Why did he need eyes, when he had his own? Why ears, when rumors moved with fresh demeanor in the streets. You did not need to do anything more then step into them to find out the on goings of Skye. Dangerous? Anulia had no idea that Avaria would be going to war with Skye soon. As far as she knew they were aligned still. Such talk she was not privileged to. The pad of his thumb touched her chin, making her turn her head to look upon his face. ``Why would Maahes never forgive me? I would not be hurting him, nor his family. He will have to face life without me soon enough as it were. Plus, he has Ealora now..Shaden and Eirian to be his guides.`` There was no bitterness to her words. Only a mix of happiness and sadness. Who would morn her loss? Who would move on with life when she was gone? Many, they have before. To that she was proud of. ``You forget your words and mine. You said yourself, you are a theif, scoundrel, heartbreaker and a tyrant, while I said those who were hurt by you allowed themselves to be. I'll not hold and cuddle the snake Peregrin, for I know what is in his nature to do and I respect that.`` With a trenderness, she moved her hand up to take his hand gently and pull it from her face. Fingers stroked over his knuckles with such care, like feathers to the skin. ``Do what is in your nature to do Peregrin and I shall do what is in mine yes?`` Smiling still, she moved from him, pulling the red blanket from her shoulders to fold i carefully and place it back within the chest he pulled it from.

Peregrin Shakye - For a good moment he was quiet watching her as he would take a lean upon the rail, and could not help but muse if he did what was in his nature that she would be naked in his bed an hour ago. A lazy smirk coiled his lips as he watched her, this jungle beauty from a distant land. Were men afraid of her? Or were they like he and wished not to be the one to first step into untouched territory. It was not his way to trample the heart of someone who had yet to extend hers. He did well with picking up the pieces of lovers long gone to mend a broken heart to only make it angry. Love ended with sadness, then a person became numb, but the feeling of anger burning again as they rose would restart their lives--from the ash. The story of his life. Pressing then from the rail once she was finished with her fold his steps were just a bit heavier as the distance was closed between them. Fearless, he was never afraid of the retaliation, but as one hand captured her hip and the other came to cup her chin he bent to press his lips within her own. A fierce yet short lived passion that was perhaps needed on her end or his? Like kissing the sands of time he wondered then about her, the memories she shared, the scars upon her body, but as his eyes opened and he smiled letting her go he could not help but feel the race in his heart as he longed to that again and again. "Sorry.. just doing what was in my nature." He smirked over his shoulder as the ropes were taken within his hands and he walked the line of the jibboom to meet the haul below. "Come, child. I'll walk you home."

Anulia of Amora - Anulia had been cursed long ago by the people in the jungle. She was never to be mated, never to be touched by male hands. Had she not been cursed, she might have been left with more then the scars upon her body. She was not naive to the act of sex, but others believed so. She knew more then many who experienced it often. She just did not test in such things. The folded item was placed away as the less delicate steps alerted her that Peregrin was coming towards her. How could a male move as fast as her but be larger? The weight of a hand upon her full hip and the touch of a hand upon her chin, pulled her in like a blur, a lure of something she had yet to experience. Eyes closed as the press of much different in design lips moved against her own. Such passion, such fire was different from the kiss she shared with Lucius the night he was poisoned. Anulia had no idea how to express these moments, no idea how to kiss as an experienced woman should. Peregrin was left to follow, while her hands rose and grasped his arms gently, allowing it if only to understand this need. Her small heart raced from him feeding from her breath as she tasted his own, then in an instant it was broken and she was left breathing slightly heavy from it. Lips parted as she inhaled the air with a slight greed then eased her burning lungs. She could still feel the pressure of them against her flesh. To say there was no affect was a lie, but to say she wanted more, was a lie as well. It was enough, it was more then expected. ``So you were...`` Fingers rose to touch her lips delicately, before he moved with grace and offered to take her home. Walking after him, she rose her hand once more and moved with him to lower from the nest, reaching the ground were it all began before she pulled from him gently and walked ahead. She said nothing more, trying to find the words to say. Then..it came. The child inside. ``What creates this urge to kiss? What feelings moved through your body that made you so sure, that was the action to take?``

Peregrin Shakye - "I cannot answer that as another man could.." He turned a look over his shoulder darkly, something hidden behind deep blue. "but I will tell you this." He mused catching up with her, "If you look at me one more time with those eyes of yours..the way you do. You'll never forgive me." Of course it was not a threat, but lord she was beautiful. "It's natural to want to taste of something that is forbidden..and you are forbidden fruit. A natural sin..the original sin, Anulia. I'm just not afraid to let you know." Unlike so many. "You are a beautiful woman, with a heart much larger then my own. It is only natural to want to be near you." Casually he placed his arm around her shoulder as they walked like old playmates from childhood. cokey arrogant fool he was, but in fact it was the alley they were passing that men that warmed their hands over a fire that made that 'natural' protection go up. Men covered in rags of deep storm colored fabrics with crazed looks in their eyes turned to watch the pair move down the road, and suddenly the Pirate was cursing himself for forgetting his sword.

Anulia of Amora - Those words...they made something inside bubble up in her. Laughter moved from her throat and spilled from her precious lips, like a music box playing a dark lullaby that one would not expect from her mouth, nor her laugh. ``One male tells me to never touch him again, for I make him fill with lust, another would have nothing to do with me in such a fashion, yet would touch me as a husband would his wife, now you tell me to not look at you so, for you may become the snake after all. How very confused you all can be.`` A forbidden fruit. How very true that was. ``And so I shall remain. A forbidden fruit.`` She leaned closer as a friend while his arm moved about her shoulders. Anulia was as alert as most, not letting her guard down this time. Talk of wolves roaming the country side, men becoming traitors once again, countries at war and a mad man on the loose, you would be foolish not to pay attention. Peregrin's body tensed naturally, making Anulia aware that they were alone in the area of town where traders moved and did not fully respect the laws here. Foot steps followed behind them, making Anulia tense herself. She was no longer a scared maiden. Never again would she be.

Peregrin Shakye - "Just keep going." He spoke in one breath, as their pace quickened a bit. "Don't look back." At first there wasn't any sign they were following, but as they rounded the next corner the street opened up in a square where a fountain lay dormant for the winter, and there standing in equal positions were the men, their red eyes making them seemed high on a drug and the way their mouths fell limp would be proof. "Don't run..whatever you do. Do not run." Not until he said so at least, "Evening Gentlemen." He spoke with a grin tightening his hold upon her shoulder. "Good night for a walk hmm? Keeping warm?" Silence. Like zombies they stood waiting, and the weaponless pirate felt his heart fill his chest with fierce beats. He was not afraid from himself, but for the woman beside him. He killed worse in his sleep. "Well..have a good night." He pressed on then picking up their conversation that had been lost to only hear the shuffle of the men's feet behind them. "Merde.[/i]" Instantly he turned to deliver a blow to one man's stomach a yelp pressing from the man's lips as they now all moved forward, "NOW run!" He cried out, "Run Anulia, Run for the Inn." He cried out to the night with an open ended smile facing the man as black clouds swirled inside eyes of the deepest blue a retaliation to a strike he had been given to his face once again, "Is that it?" He laughed, surely gone mad. Furs went flying as the men tangoed in the streets, and his laughter rose above the fight as the pirate was pinned on the cobblestone street. "You'll have to do better th.." He paused as eyes went wide with the harsh metallic taste of blood filled his mouth with the downfall of the broad end of a boot. And the laughter stilled. [/color]

Wolf - Turning upon the woman the wolves opened their red eyes all at once to feast hungrily on her body. "Do as he says, Moor." "Heathen" "Savage." "Whore" They all spoke in rhythm, "Run.."

Anulia of Amora - Anulia was obedient when it came to directions. She followed Peregrin's when they were spoken, not questioning him, but simply doing. A gift of sorts. When they rounded the corner and looked to the men, they paused together. Anulia moved her eyes about, looking from one to the other, she stayed close to Peregrin, waiting for the next command to come. Muscular legs were no stranger to running and she would do so at the drop of the word. Turning about, no man answered, which was more worrisome then if they had. It was not until the rush of feet, had Peregrin moving from her, casting her to run and leave him. Anulia did not wish to leave him, but without her there, he could protect himself and not waste time trying to protect her as well. With his word, she took off. Powerful legs moved her smaller frame quickly so that the sandals pounded against the cobblestone, leaving those who called and shouted out crimes undone to follow after her. No one litered the streets, no one was about to help. With a heart pounding away in her chest, she moved with quickness unlike others, but the men kept good pace. One was so close, he reached out and grabbed her cloak, yanking her to slow down, making her twist her smaller frame to escape it's deadly trapped confinds. One hand reached out to grab her wrist and reaction became true. Pressing her middle and pointer finger together, she used the speed of a viper and struck the man's wrist directly into the middle. Like poison, the blood flow stopped and his hand grew numb, unable to keep his fingers curled, he released her, but the time let the other men get close. Too close. She was no fool, she could not take them all on alone. ``PEREGRIN!!`` There was no need to pull another from their home and endanger them. Moving off once more, she went through allies, circling back to where Peregrin was with the three hot on her trail.

Wolf - To play fairly, was to be of good sport and these men had no good intentions. One reached for a board from a carriage that rested along the side of a building and yanked it off with power not like a normal man, before moving towards Peregrin, rising it high and ready to strike him in the back of his head.

Jean-Claude - From the depths of the darkest shadows a man stepped into the square with a slow careful gate where the edge of walking cane tapped against the cobblestone. Like a daemon from hell his eyes were blue fire below the rim of his silk hat. Instantly the men stilled their movements, the crazed men of the churches standing like statues as the tall frame of the man let his hat fall away, and long black stick straight strands of hair fell over his shoulder. "Mon Dieu Peregrin, Vous ne pouvez pas être laissé...[/i]" He shook his head pressing into the ring of men and looked down to his friend who was about to have his life stolen. The pirate grinned then from the flat of his back as the men then cowered away leaving only the few that were around the woman. Reaching out a pale thin cold hand to the man, Peregrin would turn his face to his second and take the hand offered to ease himself to his feet,[/color]

Peregrin Shakye - "You can not have all the fun." Poor Anulia would never want to see him again he was sure, but as the crazed lunatic that kept close to the dark skinned woman caught sight of the pair he melted away into the shadows. They both shot each other a look as the one that was on the ground quickly scrambled to his feet, did she do that? "Come on..let's get you home."

Anulia of Amora - Anulia rounded the corner with her breath heaving from her. The men were not far behind. Suddenly, she spilled out into the center of the square where the frozen fountain was found once more, only to pause as she saw the men frozen and another male, dark in hair like herself near Peregrin. Eyes widen as she looked to the male, so flawless in his presence, that she was frozen herself, but not from fear. Had those behind her not melted away, they would have surely taken her. Suddenly, as if her breath was restored, she looked to the unknown male and stared, not in a daze, but as if she knew him some how. That was impossible, truly, but still she looked to him. Even her fingers were still in position, ready to attack major points on the body of anyone who touched her. Why had the men stopped...why were they not attacking? Only then did she look behind her to see the others melt away in the shadows, leaving peace. Peregrin was but a memory as she stared at the male, her face soft and delicate with a slight flush. In a trance of something else, Peregrin stepping close made her left hand shoot out, tapping his throat, but not pressing. She stopped herself before hand. Adrenaline was an interesting thing, something no one understood in this time and era. Pulling her hand down, she loosened her fingers and relaxed her body, giving a nod. The cloak was gone from her form, showing the natural curves that many others here did not posses due to her heritage. Once more, eyes looked to the other male.

Peregrin Shakye - "Hurts, like a bytch when she does that." He spoke very casually to Jean-Claude as they exchanged glances, "My arm still doesn't work right."

Jean-Claude - "Oh, is that what happened?"

Peregrin Shakye - Peregrin gave a nod and touched lightly the shoulder of the jungle beauty. [/font]

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Ealora: She had not been happy about moving into town but understood how it was best for the family. Away from the woods, away from the wolves. Safer in the city. True to her word, they would stay at the Lily to their own home in the city walls could be purchased. Big enough to accommodate their family, but it would be no Red Wall. Besides, in town she could check on the Shadow Storm. The ship seemed to miss something and she knew what it was, Sam. It had been weeks since his death and still no tear was shed except for the one at his funeral. She just couldn't allow herself to cry. There were no more tears to be had and if she cried now, she would not be able to stop. Hadn't Maahes even said what she felt the baby felt? She didn't want the child within her to feel anguish over a person it did not even know. The changes on the Shadow Storm seemed to be going well. Taylor was keeping busy, a part of grief no doubt. Every waking moment seen to make the changes the Captain ordered. Yet she would drive him into a talk he did not want. Leaving the Shadow Storm behind, the guard Maahes had hired, an ugly brute whos name she still had not learned trailing behind her as she moved through the streets. Celadon eyes always on the look out for the perfect 'get in town' home, as this was to be no get away home. Red Wall was that.

Pere: The night of Christmas Day Peregrin had slipped from the family and the eagle eye that had been his caretaker--Shaden to get his own answers. Long into the night he had traveled, and well into the morning keeping up with the rising sun in search. What had happened to him in the night to make him feel so differently? Was it the love he felt warming him that radiated from the family? Or was in the spirit of the season? The second it would have to be, Peregrin did not love..he couldn't. The pirate now looked more the part of a ranger, the scout of the trees dressed in deep greens and rich browns moved over the cobblestone path only to spy the Pirate Queen. In passing he stilled his steps to fold his hands deep within the pockets of his coat. "A long way from home on such a winter's day. Brutus keepin' you warm." He spoke with that cokey grin of his, a twisted little smile up to the man in motion. "Or is this Maahes in his true form?" He teased as crystal blue hues of the brightest blue met hers.

Ealora: Celadon eyes turned to the pirate and slanted. As if she were going to slit his throat right there without a second thought but her attention turned to the brute behind her and then back towards Peregrin. "We're staying at the Lily, what are you doing out here? and coming from the woods. I would think after what happened to you...you wouldn't be so quick to return to them." Hands folded over her chest, beneath the fur lined cloak Maahes had given her. Damnable winter. Where once she had loved the city, with all its vigor and life, she now seemed to hate it. But so much had happened in the city. To many dark corners, to many dark memories.

Pere: "Mmmm is that a tone of bitterness you give, Pirate?" He stepped in slow careful motions around her shoulder never once letting her out of his sight. "Do not worry, I will be gone when the wolves are. This Isle isn't big enough for both of ego's now is it?" From under his cloak of hunter green a small package was retrieved. "I..was actually on my way to see you and your sister." Both packages were the size of books, but indeed leather bound journals. The leather had been dyed a rich green for Shaden and midnight blue for Ealora. Both as well had a tree etched in the leather binding, the Celtic Tree of Life. "I figured you would want to document your journey through motherhood..perhaps someday look back on this dark time and laugh. Merry Christmas." Once his hands were free from the packages he popped the collar of his coat. "I've been enjoying this..thank you."

Ealora: "You seem to forget I have not been a pirate for a long time."Her head lolled to the side, turning to watch him as he moved around her. He had a way of playing games, of making someone wonder what he was up to. Most of the time it was a plot more then anyone could dream but right now? He was doing it simply to annoy her she reasoned. "There are plenty of egos on this island Perry, I am surprised they have not pushed you out all ready."A grin curled at her lips. Was that a tease? Probably. Her hand reappeared to take the two packages, celadon eyes flowing downward as if seeming to melt through the paper to see what it was. "Thank you.." Her eyes rose from the packages to him. "Shaden will love this..I might..too"An incline of her head. Could he blame her for being edgy about being nice to him? A small laugh left her lips as her eyes rolled skyward then down to him with the pop of the collar. "Gray seems to suit you..I'm glad it fits...and that you like it. Every Captain needs a coat. Pirate or not." The journals were pressed to her chest but she let out a hiss and pulled them back. Damn sore breasts, that was one of many downsizes of pregnancy. "Merry Christmas to you too. Now that we have that out of the way. What were you doing in the woods?"
Pere: The bright hue of his eyes darkened with the shift of the wind, the breeze sweeping strands of wheat colored curls across his face as he narrowed his eyes upon her. An animalistic curl of his lips and look of pure danger in his eyes as he met her gaze. There was a big part of him that wanted to answer her, tell her the truth because of all the people on this Isle she deserved it the most, but there would forever be that exotic wonder that came a long with this man. What did he know that they did not? No doubt she would wonder at his strange actions, and as he backed away he would not once leave her gaze. Yet, the shadow that fell over the woman seemed more then a reason to tuck his tail between his legs and retreat..for now.

Maahes: From the cold of the day the Beast rose, still in his dress armor and fresh from the arena. With each heavy step many eyes would turn to watch the beast advance with wonderment. Many sets of wide eyes wondered what it was that this woman had to tame such a man. "He'll be killed before he finishes that thought." The low rumble of his voice broke the silence of the winter's day, "I do not care what your sister thinks, I was nice only for the holiday, but so help me Ealora he will be killed before he comes between us again. Do you understand?" Mmm, wrong word choice, but perhaps that would show how serious. Dark amber eyes would pass to the guard and release him for the day but quickly returned to his wife--waiting.

Ealora: Celadon eyes held Perry's for the longest time, even when his lips curled and that look crossed his face. Her chin rose defiantly. As it always did when she would not be brushed aside or denied what she sought. Even when the shadows began to crawl across the street with the massive frame of her husband, her gaze did not break from his. She knew it was her husband, she could know it was him through a snowstorm. Perry retreated and she would not back down. Her jaw locked then eased. "I've sent for an old friend of mine. With Sam...gone...Taylor has been promoted to my first. If my friend takes the offer, they will become my second and will go into battle in my stead." She turned her gaze away from the place Perry had been to level her gaze with her husbands. "Do you really think I would let him come between us again Maahes? You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I was trying to find out what he knew..Maahes...but that is all."

Maahes "He will bewitch you. He's not human for this I am sure, but a daemon. Keep your sister away from him." A massive arm released from under the other and he let his hand fall to take her fingers within his own. With a deep breath he took her gaze within his own. "Of course I do not think you would allow it, but that does not mean it would not happen. He'll kill you and my baby without a second though. Stay. Away." His eyes burned though the rest of him remained calm. Many people in the streets turned worried eyes to the pair as they felt the fight coming, but Maahes was willing to let them watch. All he cared about was before him. "Now come. We have homes to look at." with that he gave a tug of her hand and would pull her down the road if he had to.

Ealora: "Shaden is a big girl, I could ask her not to see him any more but would have to have good reason. Your hate for him, my hate for him would not be good enough reason. He is, she says, her friend, despite what he did to you and her. I can not control her, any more then you can control me."A pointed stare went in his direction, he had to know she spoke the truth, he did not control her. She did what he asked most of the time but their wedding rings did not mean they owned one another. I'll promise to keep to my own and not seek him out but I can not promise I will not try to gain the whole truth from him should we meet on the street. As to him killing me and our child. You have to know, I would not allow it without one hell of a fight." Honeyed voice remained calm and collected even though the tension mounted and the people purposely crossed the street to avoid them as he tugged her down the road. "What about a house overlooking the harbor? This way I will know when you return to me..and its not far from Shaden's." Her fingers curled into his arm as they walked and she gripped, pulling him to a stop and to face her as her chin tilted up to meet his gaze. "I'm praying every day Maahes that you return to me in time to see our child born but I swear to you if you do not, I will return to Red Wall, even in labor to have our baby there. Wolves or no wolves."

Maahes: "You would think drugging your husband putting him in bed with your sister, and kidnapping you to have you killed would be a good enough reason." He was trying so hard not to make this a fight, but damn it he was frustrated! "But as you said, I have NO control over you. You do as you please when you want I just get to pick up the pieces." Someone must be close to their period. "I don't give a damn where it is, just so long as it's safe and away from those woods " and my chair can be moved. Lord he was trying not to be mad, even clenching his teeth as he spoke. His words fell quiet as he took a moment to cool his temper..it's what he was known for now wasn't it? After a moment he broke from his silence, coming to rest his eyes within her own. "I would like for you to make friends with the ladies of the city. Time will pass much easier with them while I am gone, and they will help you when I can not." He spoke as he cooled down."Other friends.." besides your sister. Maahes loved Shaden, but he knew where she would go so too would the pirate..and his partner.

Ealora: "Listen, I don't know what was said between her, Perry and Jean to make her trust them again but you have my assurance that whatever transpires between them now is not on deaf ears. Maahes, I may not fly the colors nor have my body marked as one, or even live the life of a pirate anymore but a large chunk of my life was devoted to the profession you hate but I still have my resources from that life and I use them to protect you, her and Eppie. You are my family and I will be damned if anyone hurts my family like that again." Her hand on his arm curled again. Fingers pressing into the flesh beneath the armor, beneath the clothing as if that would seal in the words she spoke. She inhaled a deep breath to calm her own nerves as his eyes found hers. It was then she actually laughed. "I'll make nice, but whether friendship occurs or not is up to the fates."

Maahes: "What's going on between them? She's bewitched. For the first time I like Nic only because I know he does not use magic. I stabbed him, ran my blade through his chest..NO man could survive that..." Something he held in for a year , "They are connected I am sure the wolves and those men. Keep your sister away. "Danae..." AAHHHGRH He was so sick of having this conversation. "As you wish." He gave in, something he was sure many from Avaria would pass out if they heard him say. His shoulders shuck with the tension and build up of their conversation, and as always he felt his chest tighten in a pain that would in turn cause him to still his motions and words. "Let's get you out of the cold. Are you hungry?" There it was his surrender. It was almost a shame to see the fight wash out of him, but she was with child how could he press on. Ealora did as she pleased, but it still hurt. "No, friendship is always up to fate." Look at us.

Shaden : A little sound of clearing of the throat announced her position behind them, she had come looking for Ealora. hoping for perhaps company for shopping.. only to hear the strained discourse between the married couple.. tempted to intervene.. and go off half cokeed .. that red headed temper of hers.. in full blaze.. she had stepped back.. and cooled the fight that urged her on, beneath her breast and counted.. yes counted to 3 78... it took that long to calm and returned a smile to her face.. before she cleared her throat alerting them of her presence nearby... " Sister Dear.. Maahes... " she inclined her head softly to them... " I had been looking for you Ealora.. to perhaps go shopping... for baby things... " the blush on her cheeks was enough evidence to show any that knew her that she had overheard.. at least part... " But I was thinking perhaps.. it would be better to.. wait until later.. perhaps tomorrow.. take some baskets of Gerda's baked goods to the Castle and Visit with Liliana.. Rosalind, and some of the others.. Perhaps even the Duchess. " a little smile curved her lips.. she was trying so hard.. no to show... the slap in the face that Maahes wanted better friends for his wife... " So now that I see you occupied with your husband and not out wandering alone.. I'll just... go.. get some little things to.. take to them.. it'll be nice... " a nod of her head as she tried to play off the convincing brightness... " I'll see you both at Dinner... Perhaps tomorrow Liliana or Rosalind can offer tips on finding you a house here in the city " She turned... and looked down the street " Oh look.. the fabric store owner.. I must run.. truly and catch up with him... " and she was off down the street.. calling out to the man ' Mister Miller... I... do hope your not closing early " when she arrived at his side.. he was blessed with a radiant smile that set dimples to dancing as he reopened the shop for his most favorite customer and she ducked inside...

Ealora: "Shaden bewitched? According to Aberdeen and Robert the Bruce, we're the witches."She danced back at him, in a small amount of a tease. "Nic gave her a diamond and ruby ring for Christmas. Right before the whole guard intrusion happened. Perhaps you should talk to the man about how to get her to marry him like you did me."A grin curled her lips, oh yes that was completely a tease. She didn't want to fight, he could be shipped out the next day without notice and she did not want a fight to be the last thing that transpired between them for the months he would be gone. Oh she had her own ideas for the last night they would spend together, provided they got warning but she could also put those ideas to good use in the meantime. "I'm starving..I have a craving for prime rib and goat cheese." A bat of her lashes in his direction. No this was not a fight, this was a disagreement. Perhaps it was a shame to see him give up so easily but if he was going to give up, let her win, she was going to let him. The discussion was not done, just stalled. She was pregnant, not a porcelain doll. He was not going to break her or the baby by a fight. He should know that by now. After a moment, she returned to his question. "My sources tell me, it is just a friendship between the two...but..."She stopped as the voice cleared behind them and turned to see Shaden standing there. Aw damn it, how much had she heard? Silently she stood rigid by her husband as Shaden played a better part then Ealora gave her credit for. A small nudge of her elbow to Maahes side as Shaden went dashing after the sales man. HE was going to fix this one! With a groan, she gripped his arm and pulled him in the direction Shaden had gone. "Come on, we've got apologizing to do..”

Maahes: Maahes would not budge, as he was pulled but would in turn pull away from her arm. "Do not pull me." What was his problem? 20 years ago to the day a woman by the name of Tomasina Mancini reached out her broken hand through bars of steel to lay the first kind touch he had ever felt. After the Arena in the sands, and before his move into Sarmaetia Maahes had been subjected to a ruthless man by the name of Roderick. He had collected people like the Beast and Tommy to study how much a person could take before they broke. The scars on his backside, and the R on his chest which had been carved by the man's nails over and over were only the small amount of damage done. Ealora may not have known him when he was unable to stomach another's touch. The abuse of his body leaving his mind mentally scared from the torment. On the inside Maahes was a true nutjob, and she had no clue how much she held him together. The pains in his chest were part of this past, as he worried that without Ealora he would fall apart again, return to that hardened state where he was only an animal in a cage, and not a man. However, with the news of Avaria Maahes was starting to fall apart again. He wanted so badly to go over there, just to pull her out just as she had done him--reach through those bars and quiet her agony just as was done to him. Breaking from his thoughts he crossed his arms over his chest to close the world off..but she was right. He needed to say he was sorry to Shaden. Pushing back the door, boy did eyes turn around that room in search of Shaden and to protect his backside. "Shaden, I do not mean as you heard..It is not you I want her away from, but that Pirate." Reaching out to touch her elbow he wanted her to face him. "Forgive me."

Shaden : A bright smile was turned on him as he touched her elbow.. to bright perhaps.. " I have no idea what your talking about " she gave him that blank little stupid girl stare, then held up a bit of fabric before him.. it was an amber gold shimmery thing " I think this will be perfect for Ealora don't you here you should buy it " she thrust it into his hands with a grin.. " now I was just talking to Mister Miller and he knows of a fine house just down the street.. it's comfortable and cozy.. perhaps you and Ealora should go look today.. " she prattled on as Mister Miller handed him a piece of paper with the address on it " I'm far to busy with getting ready for the ball.. and the like.. just so much to do " still that over the top gaiety.. " Ealora " she looked over Maahes shoulder " Mister Miller has graciously given Maahes the address to a lovely little town house not far from here.. you should go look... this afternoon.. it won't stay empty for long " she was already moving like a buzzing bee to a neatly arranged pile of chambrays... a silvered blue was selected.. and handed to the shopkeeper " 3 yards please ?" and then she moved again to a crimson watered silk... "Ohhhh this is lovely... perfect I'll need at least 10 yards of this... and the gold cording and ribbon with the topaz on it.. as well, " she turned frowning at the Married couple.. " Are you still here.. go.. for heavens sake.. go find a house.. for you family "

Ealora: She tugged and he did not move, even pulled away from her and she turned, a slender brow raising in his direction. What was he thinking? He was closed off from her in that moment and she didn't understand why, only left to wonder what it was he was thinking. She stayed where she was while he moved forward, only slowly following after him into the store. "Shaden...cut the bullchyt"she wasn't going to return the flowery sentiments and act like nothing had been heard or said. She just was not in the mood to pretend everything was ok. "You know your brother...my husband, he does not apologize often, even if he is in the wrong and he is apologizing to you. Stop....the bullchyt smiles and words and playing dumb, you are not dumb. so stop it." Hands folded over her chest, even as she winced from her tender breasts. "Thank you Mister Miller, we'll have a look at it later."She turned Celadon eyes from her sister, to the man and down to the address in Maahes hand. "I know that place..."Eyes scanned the paper once more before taking a step back away from the threshold. "Excuse me..I'll go have a look at it now."She was fuming mad, at her sisters play acting dumb, and mad and hurt by Maahes closing off on her. She needed the air again if only to cool down. "Maahes, why don't you take Shaden to lunch..I'll catch up in a bit..." That was her peace offering, she was not going to fight.*
Maahes: Taking a deep breath he reached out to touch Shaden's hand softly. "You know you are important to us. I do not have to repeat it hmm?" His brows rose with his question, and wonderment to his pregnant..emotional trainwreck of a wife. Though..he was in fact much the same. Turning his eyes to her he furrowed his brow in question, "You are the one who is hungry..pregnant..both of you." Lord help him. "You wanted prime rib with goat cheese..She's not hungry she's shopping....?" His eyes closed and opened as he brought his hands to speak to the ceiling or so it seemed, and the Arabic prayer to God left his lips with a sigh," Audhu billahi min ashe.." He started keeping his eyes fixed on the heaven above, but a hand motioning between the ladies, "Shaytan ar rajim--" Then his hand would fall to his chest clearly having an argument with God and begging him to get him through this day. "Taawwudh!" With that he shook his head and turned away from them both to sit down. Mr. Miller was on edge..never in his life had he heard Arabic spoken, and should the Church of England hear him carry on in his shop..that would be his end. However, he would have to relate to the man..must be pretty hard to deal with TWO pregnant women, "You pick! Both of you! I will SIT HERE, until you do." Hmmph, he said while crossing his arms over his armor and setting back against the wall..hell even his leg would cross over the other as he waited.

Shaden : "He is not in the wrong and has nothing to apologize for.. he is right.. you need more friends .. Ladies of the Court and people with.. connections.. and placement should you find yourself in need of help... and because of my connection to Jean.. Perry will likely be around..and if he does not wish his wife.. to have that Company I think you should listen to him... Anyway.. The Lily isn't an acceptable place to raise Eppie.. and you need your own place and privacy.. as all newlyweds do " she frowned as Ealora abruptly left.. then turned to Maahes to let her fingers play over a bolt of velvet " Go after her... She's your wife.. and you go to war soon.. you have precious time.. to spend before you leave.. spend it well.. not arguing over me I love you both too much to permit it...go... be with her... all is well between you and I " it was a genuine smile that graced her lips then as she shooed him off... after his hormonal wife... she took a deep breath..then exhaled...a little smile curving her lips as her hand rested on her belly... " Yes... I know.. they are silly.."

Ealora: She wasn't an emotional train wreck, just pregnant. She could use that excuse until the baby was born and she was sticking to it damn it! "Yes and I think I will go to the Briar after I look at this house and eat."she offered before celadon eyes found Shaden's again. A slender brow rose in question at her sister. So she heard that, well heard it the way she wanted to hear it. Maahes wasn't asking her to make all new friends and throw Shaden out, he was asking her to make nice with the ladies so she wouldn't pine for him day after day while he was gone. "I keep good company as it is.."She offered. "I'm going to look at this house then going to eat. You both can stay and shop or go....your choice. I'd never force you to do something you didn't want to do."Oh how sweetly she said the words, honeyed voice thick and flowing with the curl of her lips upward in a grin before she was moving out of the doorway and onto the street again.

Scarlett: "Your temper was always astounding to watch you know.." Flowed the calm and singular tone of a woman's voice from behind Ealora. Black hair fell against her shoulders in thick straight waves. Bangs cut just so over a dark brow in which piercing blue eyes seemed to bear into the soul. She looked more warrior then the sailor she was known for. A grin pulled at her lips as Ealora turned in her direction.

Ealora: "Scarlett!" The surprise on her voice as she moved to clasp wrists with the woman. She hadn't expected she would arrive so soon. "I didn't think..you would get here so quickly."

Scarlett: "Well you know me, a friend calls and I run." wrist clasped. A shrug lifted her shoulders and then fell again as she released her hand. "Same Temper, but different look, your blooming..."A hand gestured to Ealora stomach. Beneath Ealora dress, she was barely showing. How had Scarlett known. She had her ways. "Don't tell me Benjamin is the unlucky bastard again." Her voice might seem annoying, though she was teasing, her voice never lifted above the same note as the woman's hand fell to rest against the small bulge that was her friends pregnant belly. "My blessings though, I can see why you called though..besides Sam's passing. Can't say no to the job now, now can I?"

Maahes: All the frustration and anger lifted as he watched Shaden's hand rise to her belly and he smiled, "Does it kick?" Like a child in wonderment, Maahes was destined to be a father. Children amazed him, he cherished them. He wanted to give them everything he never had. His hand rose to lean towards her stomach but stilled as it would be an intrusion but lord how he wanted to feel. Longing eyes passed from Shaden to Ealora, and the woman in whom she spoke..Benjamin? A lucky bastard? Dark eyes narrowed as he rose like smoke on the horizon a fire burned and instantly his eyes settled upon the woman. death..murder..kill all there in promises behind burning amber eyes, but right now..he was going to stay calm..and feel the baby kick. Meeting Shaden's eyes timidly he pressed his hand to her stomach after she gave him permission and grinned as he felt it kick. Of course trying his hardest not to listen.."So strong." He met Shaden's eyes, "Like her mother."

Shaden: A soft laugh as she grasp both his hands and pulled them to her rounded belly... her own pressing over his monstrous paws.. inside the child seemed to be doing a can can.. rolling and tumbling.. from side to side.. " Yes.. it is very very strong.. like her uncle " she smiled gently one hand lifting from his to smooth his brow... " And her aunt... " when had they decided it was a girl... perhaps just now.. " Soon you will feel your baby kicking and moving it's a most wonderful thing.. rearranges your whole life's priorities..." she leaned up and kissed his cheek softly whispering against his ear... " Go bring a smile to my sister.. she needs her husband... I have my joy " she patted her hand atop his indicating the child beneath it.

Ealora: Her hand fell over her friends against her stomach as she let out a laugh. "Oh Gods nightgown no! I killed Benjamin months ago. No this little one is a blessing from God to me and my husband, Maahes. I told you I had more then one surprise for you if you came." Her hands lifted as the hand beneath hers wiggled away. "Look at you, its been years...you haven't changed." Celadon eyes shifted to the window of the store to see Maahes hand on Shaden stomach and a smile curled her lips. That was good for him, their own wasn't moving yet. Celadon eyes returned to Scarlett as she spoke. No she was no longer mad. That had melted away as easily it had come. But for the talk she had to have with Scarlett, now was not the time. At least she could catch up on old times.

Scarlett: "You did, congratulations again. A husband? I never would of caused. Did you do a caveman move, club him over the head and slap a ring on his finger."Her lips did curl a bit into a grin as she wiggled her hand from beneath her friends. "What's to change."Another shrug. Yes out in the street was not the place to conduct business. "I can't say the same for you..married, a child on the way. Never thought you would leave the sea."A sigh passed her lips as she shook her head. "We have to have a talk about that Ealora. Not now though, that can wait with business. I'll go stable my horse and get to the Shadow again. I all ready was there looking for you. Saw Taylor and the repairs. It could use my help."Briefly her eyes went to the storefront and the man with his hand on a womans stomach. Lord was this an island of pregnant women? Did she need to save Ealora ass again from this place? Her hand on the reigns of a butterscotch horse shifted to the other hand. "Local said the Briar Rose is a good place for a drink. Meet me there tonight then?" She gave a nod of her head, as if to seal her words. Not giving Ealora a chance to refuse.

Maahes: "It will not be soon enough." He smiled standing to press a kiss to Shaden's temple before moving out into the street where his wife stood talking to the other. All day he had come up behind her brooding..angry..tired, but this time he would snake a hand around her waist run it over the front of her stomach and press her back against him while lips came to kiss the tender portion of her neck. "Shaden's baby kicked my hand." He said with a grin, floating as he walked. Dark eyes came to follow the line of her sight to settle upon the woman and he narrowed them instantly reforming back to the force that he was. "She does not drink." His voice boomed from his chest like thunder rolling in distance.

Pere: Outside the window on the furthest pane away from the rest Peregrin tapped lightly to get Shaden's attention. OH what a mischievous grin he held, and practically bounced in his steps. Somebody was up to something, as one hand hid behind his back.

Shaden: The Kiss was received with a smile as she patted his shoulder in a sisterly manner.. then turned paying for her purchases until she was distracted by a rapping on the window.. turning she saw none other than Pere " Wrap these and send them to the Lily Mister Miller please.. I have more errands to run.. " the smile was all it took and the man was nodding.. the packages of fabric would arrive at the Lily before she would this afternoon... once outside she narrowed her eyes at Pere " You made my break my word.. you snuck away.. while I was watching over you.. " she pouted.. " You could have been dead in a ditch for all I know.. you should be ashamed making me worry so " her fingers shook scoldingly in his face.. ohhh that peter pan look.. boyish innocence.. it wouldn't work with her this time!

Pere: The wind rustled the bare branches of the trees that surrounded the edge of the forest and cast what snow they held to fall around them. The breeze swept as it seemed in every direction, but once he closed the distance between them and hands would come to rest against the dips in her hip the wind seemed to press against her back. The fabric of her gown danced in the wind as well his cloak. The captain's coat beneath the heavy fabric seemed a bit out of place, but with the collar popped it seemed to fit. Devious; the world disappeared around them and he curled his lips into a grin, "I have something for you. A gift.." Was he drunk? No. Voices on the wind carried in laughter from distant fields where children laughed as they fought battles in the snow, and seemed more like haunted spirits from Christmas past. With her stomach as large as it was, one could not be as close to the other without being too far apart, but still he kept close to her, a dance. His hip rest against her hip as to tango, one hand curling around the small of her back while the other took hold her perfect ivory fingers and laced them with his own. "Do you wish to know who it is from? Or shall I just give it to you?" Yes he would start to dance with her, the music coming from the unknown begging for her to release inside..and let go. Did he feel her pain from before? Impossible. Yet here he was.

Shaden : " A gift ?" her lips parted in almost surprise.. a perfected " o" of plum colored lushness.. as he took her in his arms.. tango style.. and begin to dance with her on the sidewalk before the shop.. surely if Maahes or Ealora saw this they would think her bewitched! Perhaps they were right! " who... if not you ?" her eyes looked up and locked with his and then a soft smile curved her lips as she spoke almost in reverence.. " Jean ? you saw Jean ?" the glitter in her eyes told the story of both.. relief worry subsided... and anxiousness... " Is he here ?" she looked about searchingly... for a moment not seeing him then back up at Pere as he continued the dance... and she followed his lead.. across the street onlookers begin to point at the couple who now had danced into the street... a crowd gathering .. as the tango seemed to move into a passionate arrangement.. very seldom seen in the streets of Turas Lan.. or even it's courts were usually country Scottish reels were the preferred dance..

Scarlett: "I meant for me to drink, her to talk."Lips fell from the grin. The man got a cold hard stare. no aha, this must be your husband, pleasure to meet you. Just a cold hard stare. She was about as warm as an iscle in the presence of people she did not know and seldom much warmer in the company of friends. "Although I am sure your wife can speak for herself if she wanted a drink. Or.."Intense blue eyes shifted from the brute to the woman he held. "Have I gotten it wrong, did he club you over the head and shove a ring on your finger?"

Ealora: She hummed a soft note as his arms came around her, his lips finding her neck and she leaned back into him gratefully. "I am not surprised.."Talking about Shaden's baby kicking. "Look at the babies Uncle.."She teased. Celadon eyes found Scarlett again. Eyes rolled skyward as she let out a sigh and shook her head. "Scarlett..."She hummed. "Maahes, this is the friend I was telling you about, Scarlett, she is very handy with a sword and on the sea. If I didn't need her as part of my crew, I would recommend her for the army. Scarlett, this is my husband, The Lord General of Skye."There, introductions done, hopefully now they could play nice...play being the main word

Pere: Let them look. He was not ashamed to dance with her in the street as there wasn't a shy bone in his body, and he was very proud to have her in his arms. "Hmmm," He smiled to her watching her then as the intensity of their dance stilled just as the wind did to soften; a slow graceful sweep then instead of the passionate 'fight' that was the tango. "No, mon petite agneau,..he is not here." Was there a hint of sadness behind the sapphire that was his eyes, or was it simply surprise. "Do not worry..it will be soon." He whispered then closing his lips against the silken skin behind her ear only to trail the cold end of his nose against her jaw to then raise his lips to brush her own. The kiss was sweet..something surprising coming from him, but as he kept her attention with his lips he slipped the small box within in her palm only to break the kiss while he closed her fingers around it. "He wanted me to give you that..and this." Squeezing gently against her hand he smiled turning then to venture down the road, the breeze shifting against his back. A child within the streets looked on with wide eyes, and when the pirate passed he would cast the boy a wink.

Maahes: Lord, he should have just stayed in bed today! Letting Ealora go Maahes stiffened as he inhaled a deep breath and narrowed his eyes upon her. "You think I take her unwillingly?" Snort. Darn it he was going to cut off all his hair, Lord, he should have just stayed in bed today! Letting Ealora go Maahes stiffened as he inhaled a deep breath and narrowed his eyes upon her. "You think I take her unwillingly?" Snort. Darn it he was going to cut off all his hair, perhaps then people would not think him barbaric. "A savage would." Grumble, and he would turn to Ealora. "Is she to take your place? Are you going to pass the ship to her?!

Upstanding Woman: "Do you see her...? preganat as a goose and out there in the street dancing like some trollop.. look at the way he holds her.. why that's indecent " one matronly woman said to her companions.. while others watched the impromtu dance "Scandoulus... improper Hussy to think she mingles with our Duchess " another turned her nose up and then her hand came to her chest as her heart near died at the sight before her.. the Pirate kissing her in broad daylight.. in the middle of the street... what was next.. fornication ? " Heavens above.. sweet Jesus protect us " she crossed herself as the gaggle of women hurried off..


Shaden Aramoire: The dance seemed to catch the attention of many, but unlike them.. she was focused only on the man who held her... her breath caught in her throat as he nuzzled then kissed her softy pressing the gift into her hand... righting her.. then left her standing.. almost in a daze... in the middle of the street... the small box clutched in her hands.. unaware of her surroundings..

Upstanding woman : "WHORE!" a rock was hurled at her back.. glancing off her shoulder.. pitching her forward and off balance.. a moment before she recovered..

Shaden : the box flying across the cobble stones she knelt to pick it up.. people in the crowd dispersing as she grasp it and turned to face her attacker.. who seemed to have melted into the crowd..

Scarlett: "I didn't say that..at least not to you..I said it to her. Nor did I call you a savage. You did that all on your lonesome." The horse whined and shifted nervously on the street as the crowd gathered around the dancing woman and pirate and the beast before her and Ealora yipped and barked. Her hand tightened on the reins, her hand coming up to caress at the bridge of the large nose. "Easy boy...easy."

Ealora: Her fingers tightened on Maahes for a moment before she released him to let her go. Should he be so surprised that a friend of hers was so cruel? She had once been that way to him. "She is to take Taylor place...as Taylor is to take Sam's...no one is to take my place. They will be acting on my stead." Her hand reached for his, clasping it between both of her own. To both sooth and calm him. No more fighting. She just didn't want it anymore, at least not today. Besides he was no picnic in new company either, he knew that but she accepted it.

Nic: "Shaden Are you all right?"He seemed to melt from the shadows as his hands came out to grasp her shoulders after she stumbled from the rock. Silvery blue eyes piercing through the crowd to find who had struck her with it but they had indeed disappeared into the crowd. A final sweep of silvery blue eyes went around before moving down to Shaden face as his arms enfolded her into his embrace.

Pere: Steps froze where they were, dark clouds of solid black swirled inside eyes of blue and an unseen force came alive behind his lips. Danger within the next kiss..The voice that the name belonged to clicked sharply with a face and as their eyes met the woman's grew wide. "Could not wait your turn..Pretty girl?" The woman was in shock as then the rest of the ladies around her watched in the same..envy. Their attention would be turned yet the women's still remained as his warm hand came to brush against her cheek, "Tell me..have you ever danced with the devil..." The shadows of the alley soon covered the light of the day and the woman's gasping mouth would be her last as she would be pressed against the stone of the building and his lips fell to brush a kiss against her neck. Begging for more, as his hands released her body he motioned for them to only go deeper within the alley..two would become lost, one would be found. Whore.

Maahes: Maahes simply let her go, closed off again and walked away. "Enjoy your drinks." He grumbled moving down the path and out into the streets. The day was almost over, and he was going to sit his wife down..and have a very very very long talk.

Shaden : The gift was tucked into the folds of her cloak as Nic reached her side... helping her up " I"m fine.. nothing I've not encountered before.. " she shuddered softly.. soaking up his warmth.. " I just want to go home..." her voice was a bit strained.. as she leaned into him, a frown marring her face... why on earth did she make that spectacle of herself.. was Maahes right.. did Pere have some kind of magical powers of persuasion.. her eyes roamed the street for sight of him for a moment before she leaned closer to Nic.... " I'm glad your back.. from your training... you still have your Yule Gift waiting "

NIc: He winced from her leaning into him but beared it. He really was rusty in the training department. His arms tightened around her as he gave a nod of his head, a frown pulling tight to his lips. "I'm sorry..I should of been here..come on, lets get you home..my yule gift can wait until your comfortable again." He lead the way slowly back towards the Lily.

Ealora: She let out a groan as he seemed to close himself off again. A hand coming to her face, seeming to shield her eyes before pulling through her hair as she let out a puff of hair from her lips. "Come on Scarlett, might as well show you where the Briar is and get you settled. Besides, I am starving.."

Scarlett: Intense blue eyes followed the beast as he moved off and she all most laughed. It just didn't seem to be his day, first his wife's wrath and then a little critism from her? It was no skin off her nose. Eyes swiveled to follow the action down the road. The woman called a whore, rock in her direction, saved by a dashing old man playing knight. This was an interesting place. Now to find out why Ealora chose it and what role she was really to play here. "Lead the way my friend.."

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Shaden : After she had been stoned in the Market.. Nicholas ushering her home.. and into the great room.. Settling on the couch before the fire she suffered thru his and Gerda's examination and fussing over her health with a soft smile.. " really really I'm fine.. it's just a bruise if anything.. " finally she convinced Gerda not to send a messenger for Avery.. and Nicholas to settle beside her... " Nicholas.. your wound tight as a watch spring... relax... please... " her hands settled on his shoulders pulling him back to lean against the couch beside her... gently massaging...

Nic: Honestly the woman was going to give him a heart attack. Either through passion or through fright but she..was going to be the death of him. Of this he was most certainly convinced. Even her gently prodding that she was fine did not settle his nerves and he fell in beside her at her request, pinching at the bridge of his nose for a minute before releasing it with a laugh as she turned the fusing to him. "You..my dearheart...are going to be the death of me. I will say one thing for you though.."He could not help but let out a gentle hum of a moan as she massaged at his shoulders. "You keep this old knight on his toes...don't ever change." and that smile came, reaching up to twinkle in the depths of silvery blue eyes.

Shaden: A soft kiss was pressed to his cheek just below his ear as she moved to her knees half behind him to better her advantage of massaging his shoulders... " I do not mean to be such trouble it just happens " she quipped lightly nuzzling his ear softly before proceeding, her hands firmly kneading and soothing the aches and pains from his back... " As soon as your recovered from your coronary.. I have a surprise for you.. a good one.. nothing troublesome at all..." she grinned her hands flowing down his chest from behind.. over his shoulders and back down again.. the diamond and ruby ring flashing in the afternoon sun that filtered in thru the windows... it had been a truce of sorts.. since Christmas day.. and understanding.. over his decision to go to war... that had been put aside... as if it would never happen.. so in these cold golden days of winter when war could not disturb them... they fell into an intimate cocoon.. what Gerda had referred to as playing house.

Nic: He let out a sigh as his muscles began to relax with the soothing touch of her hands. Yet while his body did relax there was more of him that would not relax. He simply could not help it. A laugh left his lips. "I didn't say you were troublesome, only that you keep me on my toes. I like it this way, makes me feel like a young man again." As her hands traveled over his chest and the diamond and ruby ring caught the light, he reached up to still her hands, curling his fingers with her own, pulling her into his back as he curled her arms around him, basically forcing her into hugging him but her hand was lifted after a moment to brush his lips over her knuckles, stilling, pausing and lingering at her ring finger were the ring lie but curiosity got the better of him and he released her hands to turn and gently tug her from behind him into his lap. "What kind of surprise? Will you torture me in waiting or can we see this surprise now?"

Shaden: She chuckled as she was pulled into the hug and returned it playfully but tightly, nipping at his ear.. as he pulled her fingers to his lips and kissed them softly.. " I don't know.. torture sounds like such a wonderful alternative " a slow sweet sweep of her tongue over the rim of his ear... and she was pushing off him , hoping up with a grin... a scarf pulled from her cloak.. " Shall I blindfold you before you meet your fate " she tried to sound like an eerie axe man at the stockades.. but failed only making more of a comedy than she already had... her lips pulling into a soft smile... a real smile.. the past few days she had been sincerely happy... glowed with it...radiated..the feelings she had for him...

Nic: He gave a groan at the nibbling of his ear, even as a grin was curling against his lips at her tease about torture. Damn him for even mentioning it for the tongue that danced against the rim of his ear had him groaning in pleasure of the sensation she sent through him, and then she was wiggling off his lap. "Damnable tease"He growled up at her as his eyes found hers as she pulled off the scarf. A low rumble of a laugh came up from his chest, shaking his shoulders even as they rose and fell. "You are the Mistress, my lady...blindfold me at your will." and he even leaned forward for her, offering his head so he could be blindfolded. Silvery blue eyes dancing in mirth but also, alight with the look on her face. How could he ever think he could fight loving her? He had since he first saw her...she just didn't know it...and he fought it to long...to long.

Shaden : Leaning forward she tied the scarf, a pink and blue flowered concoction that was most ridiculous on him.. tightly before taking his hands.. " Trust me ?" she was grinning and he could tell it by her voice... as she pulled him forward.. and to the back doors.. leading him carefully negotiating the steps... downward then the path to the stables.. of course he could smell them long before he heard the door creak open.. smell the horses and yes.. the goats and sheep she had rescued on the sea voyage were all still calling the place home.. even the three little pigs... much to Albert's annoyance.. " Almost there... " she crooned as she positioned him... " ok...ok you can take off your blindfold.. " she was almost gleeful and giddy.. when the blindfold would fall he would see.. a beautiful Friesian Stallion.. jet black and almost 19 hands tall.. a war steed.. along side it's stable.. on the walls tack and saddle.. well armored.. the stallion tossed his head... nickering softly.. like a murmur... " His name is Atlas.. the one who carries my world upon it's shoulders... and keeps him safe "

Nic: His hands settled on his knees as she moved forward, but only for a moment before weaving around her waist as she tied the scarf around his eyes in a blindfold. Did he look like the frilly Frenchmen yet? "I trust you" He grinned with the glee in her voice. His arms unwove from her waist and he felt her hands, tiny and gentle in his own. His fingers curled with her own as he rose from the couch and followed after her. This was not so different then actually being blind. His feet were not so unsteady as a normal persons feet would be when blindfolded but as the smells of the stables assaulted his nose, dark brows poked out from the blindfold. He eased his body as she positioned him, her voice giddy as she told him to remove the blindfold and he let out a laugh before fingers were working the material away from his eyes. He wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him. The magnificent beast who's head tossed and nickered. His hands laid against the stall door as he let out a sigh...of well surprise and just...words he could not express. His head turned at the sound of her voice speaking the horses name and why. For a minute, perhaps less he was still and then he was turning grasping her up into his arms as his mouth captured her own. A silent thank you, a silent plea...feel me Shaden, feel how much I love you..how I have always loved you.

Shaden : The sweetness of the kiss was multiplied by their newfound ease with one another.. her arms wrapped about his neck softly as he picked her up.. hauling her against his body and kissing her soundly... lovingly... longingly... " Nic" his name breathed like a prayer softly against his lips... as lightly he settled her on the ground.. her hands laying against his chest that thumped as madly in his chest as her own... dark lashes lifted up... " He will bring you home... to me... we've already agreed... that is his job... " she smiled...and slipped from his arms.. to move to the stallion.. a delicate hand against velvety muzzle... " You should ride him... he handles perfectly.. so well trained.. " she turned her eyes even smiled with happiness..what a wonderful moment captured in still life.. the very sentiment of the gift.. proclaiming her feelings for him.. even if her words could not..

Nic: His slowly let her down to her feet again, his hands raising to take her cheeks between both of his hands, thumbs stroking the silken flesh as his forehead leaned against her own and he breathed a sigh at the sound of his name against her lips. "I will always come home to you...Shaden."He promised in one breath, releasing her as she moved to the horse. A grin curled his lips as he moved to reach his hands out to the horse, taking the snout into his hands, he blew softly against the horses nose which in turn wiggled with the assault of air, a tactic to get the horse used to his smell. "He is...a wonderful gift, but the gift...the sentiment behind it Shaden, is all the more cherished too.."He understood she could not say the words to him, but here was the proof in the magnificent animal that she did indeed care for him. He moved a step to stroke a hand down the horses back. "I will ride him soon, but to leave you here now after such a wonderful gift..I do not think so.."A grin curled at his lips. "But I will promise to ride him soon. For now..I wish to be with you."

Shaden : Her eyes seemed to be lit from inside... a twinkle in them that had been rare and fleeting in the last few months.. trust was built between them.. and honestly she could count on.. and slowly he had eroded the icy wall she shielded herself from others with... " As you wish Milord " she inclined her head softly to him in a proper manner... behind them Albert made a sound to let them know they were not alone.. and she giggled as the old man grumbled .. " No dilly dallying in the hay.. you got a whole house to be flirting in no use messing up me work be gone the both of you get " he shooed them laughing hand in hand out of the stables

Nic: "No, As you wish...my heart." His fingers curled with her own and he pulled her to him, keeping his hand in hers while the other wrapped around her waist. Was he going to dance with her in the stable? Well maybe, if Albert hadn't interfered. A snort of a laugh left his lips as he followed her out of the stables, only to wrap her in his arms along the path again, slowly dancing her in a circle amongst the foliage. "What would my lady like to do today hmm? Name it and its yours."The grin still on his lips. Giddy old man? Yep!

Shaden: " I think just spending time with you will be my answer" she grinned as he danced her about the path in the garden... laughing was like sweet music... that twirled them around and around.. how quickly these times would go.. as would he to war.. she pressed that thought deep into her mind..settling into his arms... " Or do you have other plans.. my Nicholas ?"

Nic: "A good answer...these memories will be carried with me into battle...and you can rest assured, I will hold them close, fight to come back and make more of these kinds of memories with you." He continued to dance her around the garden path as a laugh left his lips. "Have we ever planned a moment between us? No my darling, nothing comes to mind more then just having you in my arms.."Though a devious look did cross his face. "Actually yes..I do have an idea..I am going to kidnap you, take you to church...and fall to my knees, begging you to marry me till you agree." Was he teasing?

Shaden : She laughed softly as he spoke of kidnapping her rolling her eyes heaven ward " I'm not marriage material.. Nic... you know this.. a worse bride you could not have picked" she teased back not for a moment taking him seriously... she knew she was not the kind of woman that men married.. it was part and parcel of who she was.. a soft kiss to his cheek and she pushed him playfully " Have you been drinking ?"

Nic: "I highly doubt that my love.."He would of tossed her over his shoulder but well...she was pregnant, he opted for leaning down, bending knees to pick her up and cradle her within his arms. "You doubt me do you? Think I have been drinking? Shall I prove it to you?"He took one step and then another back down the path towards the front of the Lily.

Shaden: "Nicholas.. are you mad put me down I weigh a ton " she giggled and wiggled as he scooped her up.. her hand stalling against his shoulders... seeing the determination in his eyes.. she blinked.. " Nic you cannot be serious... you cannot marry me " she held onto him by necessity but suddenly she felt as if the walls were closing in... her mouth dry... pulse racing... heart pounding.. flushed... what was happening..anxiety attack... " Put me down.. put me down" she struggled against him almost in a panic .

Nic: "Oh my dear, you don't weigh a ton...else I would not be able to lift you so. See" His arms flexed as he moved her within his arms as a chuckle rippled from his chest that abruptly ended as she struggled against him in a panic and slowly he set her upon her feet, moving to grasp her cheeks within his hands. "Shaden, take a deep long breath... easy..breath in...breath out, deep long breath.."His fingers stroked at her cheeks. "I would never force you into something you did not want...I would have you marry me...if you loved me..not in a panic like this..now breath."Even calm tone reinstalled and yes the guilt piled on thick.

Shaden : For a moment her eyes almost seemed like a wild thing as he held her face , calming her into breathing... her head shaking back and forth as she wanted to speak but was taking in deep gulps of air.. her hand shaking but clinging to his forearms... " I'm sorry... sorry " for a moment it looked like she would bolt.. and run.. but soon she stilled before him... " I don’t' know... why... all the sudden I felt.." her hand raised to her forehead.. " It's not you Nic..." now her eyes turned back to him as she probably confused him to hell and back... throwing her arms about his waist and burrowing into his chest.. as if he alone could make the world right...her body trembling in his arms... how could she tell him that when he had lifted her.. she had been caught up in the memory of Robert the Bruce.. she couldn’t'... never.. would he understand.. that it was not his doing.. nothing of him reminded her of those days.. it was something that came and went like the wind..

[BlackSmith]

Malice xx Watching from the opposite side of the street... she feigned interest in the booths and carts of wares to be had... a basket filled with vegetables that she would never cook.. spices that she would never sprinkle... things that would be dumped in the countryside on her way back to the labyrinth.. Dark somber grey woolen skirts.. and cloak helped to muddle the memory of any who would see her.. just another drab commoner beneath a black bonnet.. another of the herd of Skye, unnoticed.. or at least she hoped .. ebon tresses dusted with powder dulling the usual shine of darkness that today was braided and looped into a peasants coif..blend in.. watch.. catalog.. wait... it was the perfect way for a serpent to strike.. coiled... within the camouflage of the everyday.

Smithy xx The blacksmith shop had been closed during the day time for the day, finding a moment to spare while war was being spoken of and planned among the people and those who would be going to war themselves. Bound in the dark cloak of leather and cotton, he placed the rounded hat upon his head and moved down the street, pondering on gathering items needed for a later use in his shop. Talk of wolves filled the rumor mill of Skye, making him edgy as the traits of a known organization had started to surface. Could Rome be here? One would think he was afraid, but instead he was preparing. He knew the moments would come and when he would face his charges. His son would be long gone at war and have no need to be involved, or so he had hoped. Things were not working as he had seen them, for he had planned to take the fight to them, but he would improvise. Many might not have noticed the mistress of darkness moving down the street, but such a face, the smithy could not forget. He had met her a few times long ago, enough to remember how she looked in the pale sky and lighting of the day. For a time, he simply watched, following a few feet back. Where she was, good could not follow. He was no saint himself.

Malice xx The feeling of being watched was not something alien to her.. the dark hairs on the back of her neck rose as she turned slowly.. violet eyes peering up from beneath veiled lashes to sweep over the crowd... pausing briefly at the intense gaze of the smith... her eyes narrowed in recognition.. as her face turned abruptly from him.. did he see thru her disguise...? A chill ran thru her at the visions he invoked.. how could she forget that face.. the handsome device of torture and death... the instrument of the Church... never had he laid his cruelly upon her.. but she had been witness to the devastation he could cause in a body.. without actually killing... 13... such a tender movement in a girls life.. the flush of womanhood coming over the innocent body of youth.. This was not the case for Mary Alice Campbell.. since childhood she was afflicted with 'spells' what later would become to be known as epilepsy... but in the ignorance of the day.. coupled with superstition and the churches doctrine against witchcraft... it had been proclaimed ...possession.. demonic.. unclean... as the only surviving Heir to Angus Campbell's fortune and power.. it was decided upon her 13th birthday she would be packed off to Rome.. to a Convent.. and under the tutelage and eyes of the Vatican sisters.. and Priest cleansed of her malady.... 13 was usually and age of innocents... this was lost to her in the bowels of the Vatican.. and it's cleansing rituals... corrupt Priest who fed on such tender flesh...under the guise of Cleansing the soul.... she had once even been audience to one of the Smiths... Bolverek.. torture sessions... perhaps it was in those long moments.. that she gleaned her appetite for torturing her victims.. for exploring the many kinds of pain one can inflict upon the living before death... Another quick glance upward to see if he was watching her.. across the way a crowd gathered watching the Courtesan Hussy and her Pirate Lover put on a show... a rock was picked up and thrown.. a disturbance.. and Malice dissipated down an alleyway.. quite out of sight.. she hoped from the Smith.

Smithy xx The hat that once covered his face from a good view was tilted back as the man himself tilted his chin upwards to better see the woman ahead of him. As her eyes had once promised, she bloomed into a woman of beauty, delicateness yet cruel reality that she could plan more in her mind then any sane person could. Back then, she had been such innocence, even when the priest had cried out her demonic actions, Bolverk had been among the few who did not believe such. Bolverk had few to no weaknesses and while a child not born from his seed meant very little, he liked to believe he still knew right from wrong and harming a child who could not defend themselves was wrong. Had Bolverk known such actions were taken upon her tender flesh? Could the discoveries be among the many reasons he killed so many in cold blood? They were questions always left unanswered. Ever alert, he turned his head towards the courtesan and the pirate, watching them before the shifting of something made another noise, creating a tension in his body as he followed it with his eyes, then looked back jsut as quickly to see she had vanished. Damn it to hell. He moved with the same slowness, looking to the closer of the hiding places in time to see skirts flow out of sight. Pushing his hat back more, he eased his boots along the stone, trying to make less noise as possible on the approach. Never underestimate the power of a insane mind. Anything could await him from a knife to handfuls of men. No weapons needed to be drawn as he approached the corner she had rounded, shifting his hand upwards to cover his eyes in case she decided to throw something to blind him, while keeping a foot back so he could move back more quickly. Years had passed between them, skills had been gained and lost no doubt. ``Mary..`` His voice was a gentle rumble, soft in tone having no need to shout it.

Malice xx She stood in the dead end alley way.. the small petite form... the bible still clutched in her hand.. eyes lifted wide almost doe-like with the expressive violet hue.. dark lashes lifted to meet his gaze.. was she afraid.. stunned. shocked to find him here... she trembled... her face paling slightly as he spoke her name... yet inside she smiled... something about a man remembering her after all these years.. made her heated.. the twisted pleasure of the cruel mind....there was no fear in her.. she seemed to have lost that long ago.. but she mimicked it fair enough... the great deceiver... the delicate form of a child woman... at only 19 she still appeared doll like.. even in her drab disguise... the bible held over her chest clutched to her in expression of faith.. faith she truly did not have.. but every great actress must have her props... " Milord " she dipped humbly before him... her eyes darting about like cornered prey... for a way out..

Smithy xx Were the stories true about this woman in the far off lands. Had she gone mad some time ago and was now using such madness as her alibi? Turning the corner, he found her looking more frail then he remembered. Pity was a hard thing to find after years of killing people. He found none for her, not even his own son got his pity, for a man could not live off such an emotion. Did she know his true name? He often wondered if she had been in the church long after him or if she had escaped it's clutches. ``You are here...why? Are you the cause of such mess in these lands?`` Still his voice was soft and not judging, simply asking her questions that moved about in her head. How did she get here and why? Was she related to anyone here? He had wanted to leave Rome behind, but it seemed Rome would appear anywhere it pleased these days. ``You must know I am pleased to see your survived...the church's loving embrace.`` No one else about, he moved closer, perhaps too much in her own personal space for his and her own good. She smelled...interesting. Not soft and dainty as other women who wished to lure you in, but spicy.

Malice xx As she lifted from her humble submissive dip to him she took on the look of hurt in her eyes.. indignation.. at his questions.. were such emotions real to her.. no.. she was as she was acting the part.. survival demanded it.. Skye is my homeland.. my clan is from here... " the tender face before him was pitiable... played so well... like a master violinist delivering a symphony... to an awaiting audience.. yet she recognized no real.. flinch of emotional dearth in him.. why should she he was a butcher... a monster unlike other men who fell for her ruse... he was more like her than he cared to admit.. " I survived and returned home.. the question would be arguably turned to you... as to why you are here... and if you... are the cause of such.. the instrument of death.. Gods.. vindicitive hand... was that.. what they called you Sir Bolverek.. in those days?" just like that the pretense dropped.. the shy scared female that had cowered against the dead end wall seemed to bloom darkly before him... a glitter in her eyes that said darkness recognized darkness... as her gaze locked with him.. the closer he got... the more her blood warmed.. leather.. fire.. smoke ash.. all combined with the scent of the man.. a frigid wind swirling down the alleyway carrying his scent toward her...it was not.. unpleasant

Smithy xx Truth lashed out like a fog over the clear sky. Bolverk could not say she was lying or telling the truth at this point. Perhaps both at the same time. He was not a trusting man and for many reasons which were clear. He did not want to place blame upon her, but she was the only other he knew of that was here and had run ins with the church at this time. Seconds ticked by before she became something more in the matter of moments. No longer scared and docile as if she had given up at her own game. A smart man would have stepped back and given her space, but Bolverk was not so clever or was pretending to not be. One hand went to the wall, feeling the moist dew of rain and snow that had collected on it while the other did the same on either side of her head, blocking her against it. It was a risk, leaving his sides open for her to stab, but one needed. At 6'3 he was not the tallest in the lands, but male never the less. A wicked grin moved along his scruffy features, causing the hair to shift upon his face and show pleasantly kept teeth. ``If I was the cause, I would have killed you from across the street, not come after you. You remember much of those days...do you not? Tell me, did they corrupt you and win your mind? I knew you were a weak little girl..now you will be a weak woman as well?``

Malice xx Pinned..perhaps... but against her will... no... everything that was allowed was done so for a reason... the bible dropped to the wet muddied ground beside her skirts.. her head tipped back against the damp stones.. to peer into his eyes, something flared within their depths.. passion.. lust.. heat... as he moved into her... shoulders against the cold brink.. her back arched pressing small firm breast beneath the soft woolen gown... against him... full lips tilted provocatively at the corners.. half parted.. for a long moment.... " I was never weak.. you saw what you wanted to see..." her voice was like a purr of invitation.. low and seductive.... " Unlike you... who was a mere tool no more than a shovel... or a pick... for them... tell me.. do they still own you...." she leaned forward now.. her face pressing into his chest.. a deep inhale... as she followed the midline of his chest to the opening of his shirt.. just at the hollow of his collar bone... her eyes close as the cold tip of her nose touched warmed male flesh... against she inhaled his scent deeply... " nooooo.... you no longer have the stench of the church on you " the curve of the smile remained on her lips.. as she leaned back.. proactively toying with him... like a cat and mouse.. provoking his male response...hips brushing his...dark brows issuing challenge

Smithy xx Beast were the same in any name you gave them. Instincts ran to hot and cold depending on who provoked them and instilled them. Others might have found this much too sexual in the public eyes, but to beast, this was just all part of many hungers that could come from them. Blood, lust, food, water, survival. So simple really. There was no insult to be found at her words of him being a tool, for he had been pure and simple. He could be replaced so easily and had already been as far as he knew of. Dark eyes closed as she pressed her breast against him, supple and soft through the material. It would take more then that to stir him, but he would never pretend it did not feel nice. It had been weeks since he last visited the courtesans. Cruel and tempting, but pressed away as the bigger picture was needed. He allowed her to sniff him before she moved back and pressed her hips against his own. Leather and material created friction, but years of learning woman's cruel tricks had not stirred his manhood to attention, only his mind. Something much easier to find. One hand moved so quickly to grab the back of her neck, hair and bonnet were held in his grasp as larger fingers squeezed. ``And you smell of their sins. Don't play games you are not so sure you will win little woman.`` What ever lie she was trying to make in the beginning was gone now. No truly innocent woman would seduce a man they knew to be a killer. Woman might be attracted to danger but they would not risk their own necks unless they felt they had nothing to lose. To stop the torment of her hips, his right leg shifted, pressing the knee forcefully between her legs beyond the skirts before he yanked it upwards, pressing it to her cervix and apex between her legs, then higher and higher, pulling her up by her neck as well until her feet could barely touch the ground. Her weight resting upon the firm and thick thigh of the smith.``What have you done in the name of yourself? You own these wolves..you know of them..I can sense it.``

Malice xx "One is already a winner... when there is nothing left to loose... " she hissed as his fingers grasp about her neck confining her to his gaze... for a moment.. the briefest of times.. at the words of nothing left to loose.. a sliver of true and aching grief... flashed.. her minds eye reliving... her lovers death at the hands of Maahes...the sickening snap of his neck.. the lifeless pall over his beautiful face... then it was gone.. shielded behind a wall of pure vileness.. his knee shifting painfully between her thighs forcing them to part beneath his onslaught.. lifted her from the ground.. pinned by body , the stone wall pressed hatefully into her flesh... and yet she moaned... as if a lover caressed her before licking her lips slowly, her gaze centered on him... " Do you think I would ... implicate myself in such a heinous crime.. because you threaten me with your body.... my death....? There is nothing you can torture me with Bolverk... I'm beyond your... reach.... nothing matters.. enough to me.. to use..." she relaxed against him... and laughed softy... it was the laugh of the truly bent and twisted.... " When one kills in the name of God or King they are heroes.... if they Kill in vengeance.. they are Villigilantes.... if they kill for sport.. they are monsters..... I am nay monster or Hero in this game "

Smithy xx It was all considered testing, testing that was hard to fail. Had she not been a female of corrupted thoughts, she would have found it painful, not pleasurable. Many did not like his roughness, too delicate to deal with it. It was beautiful to see someone once more embrace it. Moving his face closer to her own, his warm breath rushed against her cheek, still delicate from the gift of being a female before he laughed to match her own. ``I'll not threaten you then any longer. Threats are made for warnings, you know me better then to warn.`` Lips pressed to the left corner of her soft and pouted mouth, brushing the stubble of his face along her softer skin before he tilted his head more, sliding his cheek alone her own until his hot breath rushed over her ear. ``Remember..I am neither hero, nor vigilante...`` Opposites. He did kill because he liked it and for the sport of it. Humans were the most clever animals on earth. As quickly as he moved close, he yanked back, releasing her of the hold along her slender neck and moving his knee down so she could touch the ground once more as he stepped back. ``Those beast will die soon. I would suggest you take your vengeance sooner rather then later and stop giving warnings to your coming. Sometimes, playing games with the victims gives them time to make their moves.``

Malice xx A wicked smile lit upon her features as he responded to her... as he breathed agaisnt her ear she pressed closer... submission was in it's truest form power... her lips parted as he teased her... a rush of warmth felt.. over his thigh... before she was sliding back down to the ground.. as he stepped back... " Do not fear.. what will come.. will come... in time... you of all people should know.. a beautiful work of art... takes time... and patience " delicate hands pressed over the skirts to smooth them almost... modestly.. as she fidgeted with the front of her dress then her hat....a cheeky wink given to him as she scooped up the bible.. and held it in her hands like a good Christian.. reverently.... She walked toward him then... like the beast.. not the prey.... stopping beside him with a sideways glance... " I have known you were here for sometime.." her words were low...dark... " Next time... perhaps you will find yourself more inclined to answer the beast call within you..." she turned.. a wicked grin... " Such a shame to geld.. such a beautiful creature... with... denial " a swish of skirts and she was past him...

Smithy xx Bolverk was one for patience when it was needed. This, was not his fight, but the wolves were reckless and could endanger his son. That, he would not allow. He would kill the beast simply to prevent that alone. Of course, he would not give her such information. He watched as a proper woman peeked through the beast and smoothed her skirts before picking up her mud covered book as if it now meant something. He knew that the book meant chyt to both of them, yet she was playing a roll he stopped a long time ago. His head tilted to the side as she passed by him and spoke those sweet words of truth. ``Who says I have denied it? Perhaps I am simply that good, that I can not be connected?`` A tease for he was not arrogant in the least. He looked back towards the end of the ally, leaving his back to her and letting her leave. Only seven steps away from him, did he speak again. ``What you do, is no business of mine. Tell the church I am here, or if I see one Roman solider about.. I will make it personal and kill those beast and you myself. For the best interest of both of us.. keep us neutral to each other.``

Malice xx She turned and grinned at him then stopping framed in the alleyway's archetecture... " Of course.. then we have a truce.. Master Bolverek... because if you leak word of my supposed involvment.. those you love will learn the lessons the Vatican taught me so well... " a swipe of her hand as she cleaned off the good book... with practiced poise... she turned... only to stop.... " Oh by the way..." her voice carried as she turned looking over her shoulder.. once more... " your connection... is showing.. " a direct glance at the semi buldge present then she was gone... wicked little bytch...

Smithy xx Even he had to smile, a true one at that, to her words of clever come back. She had learned much and had his respect from how she handled herself. He was sure she also did not need or want his respect. ``Then it is good..I love no one save my swords..`` At her last words, his grinned widened those he did not turn around. If only she knew, it was not all him there, but another weapon. He waited a good bit, giving her time to leave before he turned and headed out himself. Clever bytch.

Finita

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Stupid Officer: The day had come and gone quickly two days now and not word of the General. He would have left Ealora a note had he been able to write, but in that place he had sent an officer to spread the word, "Something about you pissing him off, and not being able to take it anymore. He said he loves you and will be home soon." The man's face twisted into a funny form while he spoke..something odd he would have to recall this later. "Perhaps if the lady likes I'll give you his kiss too." The skeezy jerk puckered his lips at the door of the new townhouse. Of course the man's words were incorrect, Maahes was not angry at her, and what he couldn't take was not knowing about Tommy. However at least the fool got the I love you part down.

Shaden : Shaden had been beside Ealora since she had heard that Maahes had vanished.. both of them ill with worry over the fact.. The townhouse purchased completely furnished though at some point Ealora would surely change the floral wallpaper it was hideous..! Shaden had slept in the bed with Ealora and Eppie..for two nights now.. as Nic scoured the town for Maahes or word of where he had gone. coming back to check on the sisters now and again... as the Officer came to the door with his announcement Shaden stood on the stairs behind the entryway listening.. her heart breaking for her sister.

Ealora: She had purchased the townhouse that the fabric merchant had mentioned. Only spending a few minutes to settle Scarlett into the Briar Rose, promising they would talk later. Today was not a good day. She had just made it to the townhouse when a slimy lord was haggling with the owner over price. Instead Ealora barged in, in all her glory and slapped the asking price right into the owners hand thereby pissing off the lord. Oh well, just another person to add to the list of 'hating the pirate bytch'. Luck would have it that she didn't need to furnish the townhouse but Shaden had been right when she came to stay and saying the wallpaper was hideous. That was one thing Ealora could agree on. She hadn't been worried when Maahes hadn't come home that night. He was angry, she could understand that. Hell, to put herself in his shoes. He handled himself remarkably well around two pregnant woman but two days now...two days and the pirate queen was sick with worry and heartbreak. Where was he? He couldn't of gotten angry enough to leave her...would he...leave her? She was thankful Shaden was there, though she put on a brave front for both her sister and Eppie. Eli and her father would be coming soon to stay at the Townhouse. Ealora had sent for them. She wanted them off the back part of the woods. The villagers of Red Wall could take care of themselves, along with the guards who had been hired for them. But her father was not in his right mind and besides, she could give her brother a break from taking care of the old man by them both being here. When the knock on the front door came, she had thought it was them. Laughing as Eppie squealed in delight at her rocking horse having been brought overnight from Red Wall for her, along with some of her other toys. The door pulled open, she stared into the face of the officer without really understanding what he was saying. A slender brow rose in question as a hand came against her hip in a display of attitude. Oh ho, so she got it. The officers lips puckered and her lips curled back over her teeth in a hiss as she moved to slam her fist into his face"Kiss this!" As he stumbled back, reeling from the hit. The door slammed and she pressed her back against it as her hand came to rest against her heart with the stab of pain. Her eyes stung with unshed tears but she squeezed them shut, no..she was not going to cry.

Eppi: Hearing the door the child took off, her blue eyes wide as bare feet padded against the floor. "Ma." She started but instantly sealed her lips as she watched her mother close the door her heart sank. Question remained behind blue hues as they looked between her and Shaden. Where was he? Going to her Mother's hem she pulled wanting to be picked up, but most of all wanting to know where Maahes was. The snow was coming down now in ways of a storm as the roads were now closed and the passages now blocked. All were to remain inside as the warning was given that the temperature fell quickly. Shaden would be trapped inside, and for the rest of the evening. Nic would have one hell of a fight on the way home, but as the evening closed in the warm fires burned. Over the high winds, the wolves howling could be heard, and one had to wonder...when their next attack would be.

Shaden : " I don't believe it.. it's not true.. there is some reason.. there has to be ... he wouldn't... he loves you... " she sank down to sit on the stairs stunned.. but still championing the beast against all the evidence.. " Ealora he couldn't have.. there has to be a mistake" she quieted when Eppie appeared tugging at Ealora's skirts upset... moving to the windows.. she peered out the frosted panes.. it was almost a white out.. you could barely see the picket fence at the end of the yard... night had fallen suddenly with the over casting of the snow laden clouds and wind and wolves howled intermingled... " I hope Nic made it to the Lily Safely " she shivered and rubbed her hands against opposite arms before turning away from the horrid sight of the snow... " Come Eppie.. want some cookies and milk ?" she held out her arms for the child... knowing Ealora might have needed a private moment.. to go upstairs and break things.

Ealora: Fingers balled at her sides as her head leaned back against the door. She couldn't center her thoughts into one coherent train. It was all a blur until the tug on her skirts. Leaning her head up, she peered down at the little girl. Had she just said ma? Her lips curled into a faint grin as she leaned to pick the little girl up into her arms. "Daddy just went on a little trip baby, he will be home soon. You'll see.." Her nose nuzzled against the soft little cheek. Celadon eyes turned to her sister at the window. "Everything will be fine Shaden...I am sure Nic is fine..." She hugged the little girl close before handing her over to Shaden. "Go on with Aunt Shaden baby. Mommy will be there in a minute." After, she mouthed a thank you to Shaden before heading towards the stairs. Another knock at the door and she groaned, if that damned guard was back, she was going to give him an ass kicking he wouldn't soon forget. Heading down the stairs again, she pulled the door open.

Scarlett: "Hey, these two belong to you."Scarlett voice was the same monotone as the day before but her arms curled around one arm of an old man while Eli's was around the other. Moving past Ealora, she helped to bring the man inside as the call was going out to stay indoors. Welp, she was going to be stuck here then. "Come on old man, lets get you warm." Hands curled around the older man and the two disappeared into the great room.

Eli: Eli let out a cough as he shook the snow from his coat as he pulled it off and put it on a peg upon the wall. "Just made it before they closed the roads. You heard from..."His words stalled at the stock expressionless look on his sisters face. A hand grabbed for hers and squeezed but when she jerked away he nodded and followed after Scarlett and their father.

Nic: His coat was tugged tightly around his front, head dipped low to fight against the fast and hard falling snow and cold wind. The news had gone through town like a wildfire. No doubt Shaden and Ealora knew that Maahes had left by now. Shaden was safe with Ealora, this he knew and Ealora..needed her sister right now. He would be a burden and a distraction to Shaden. Besides the Lilies were all alone. Braving the snow and cold, he moved down the road back towards the Gilded Lily. Lord above it was cold. His head rose, to work out the stiffness the cold was setting in. Shadows through the blinking white caught his eye and he stopped in his tracks. Trying to make out if what he saw was real and then the wolves howled in the distance and a new chill crept through him.

Father Mallory: "Where is my grandbabies?" The old man looked about the room with the one good eye as he moved inside, Eppie would squeal and the old man would laugh. "There is one." Looking about the room like a dog sniffing for trouble the old man dipped his head to Shaden, "Where's the Slave's boy?" Going towards the fire he let Scarlett direct him easing into the chair, "I've got a joke to tell him, find me the Moor." He waved his hand to Scarlett like some royal king upon this throne. "Tell him to fetch me some water," Old eyes looked up to Scarlett's face as the man was clearly having one of his bad days, "Savage you know, must be good in bed to tame my wild buck." Motioning to Ealora, "Boys have chased her all her life, and she beds the one who her mother promised her to." He said with a smile, "Fate."

Wolven man 1: "Hey buddy can you spare some change?" An old pile of rags hissed from the shadows as the gray form of a man stepped free from the darkness. He held out his half gloved hand to Nic dirty nasty claws or so it seemed.

Wolven man 2: "Yeah spare some for us boy, we're starving." Another man moved from the dark alley coming up behind Nic. A pale face was inches from Nic's as the man took a deep inhale, "Mmm, you smell good. What is her name?"

Wolven man 1: "This is the courtesan's watchman." The other added looking now to the three men who joined them. So then there was five. Five men dressed in rags and furs, of deep blacks that faded into gray. Faces unshaven, eyes wild they smelled like the underworld and carried dried blood upon their hands. "MMmm what I wouldn't give to suck on that one for a bit."

Wolven Man2: "Do you pleasure her often, child?" They all continued as they circled the man; clear on their intentions. "Are her insides as lovely and soft as her out?" No doubt enough would be had from them as swords were drawn, but the men were quick holding back the arms of the man keeping him hostage. "Don't you try to fight, you can't fight what is already dead boy." The man's breath smelled like the bowels of the city, dead skin rotting between his teeth.

Jean: "Aim for his heart," A soft French accent whispered to his companion from the roof top as Peregrin drew back his arrow.

Pere: "Whose Jean-Claude, Nic's or the wolves," Peregrin grinned even then as without effort the arrow was released and the flesh of the wolf splattered across the knight's chest.

Jean Claude: The dirty men quickly let go of Nic and took off, but just as fast would the two would drop from the rooftop, in pursuit. "Run Nicholas!" Jean-Claude would help the knight up with ease, "Quickly return to Shaden, they will come after her. We must keep her safe."

Pere: "And Ealora," Peregrin spoke through arrows being launched, "Maahes would kill me." Another was fired as he watched the shadows fall out of the line, "Quick, before they return to the woods." He let the bow fall and was fast in the chase, and Jean-Claude would not be far behind. "Cherish her." He called back over his shoulder as he slipped into the shadows again. "I know you will." Seemed to carry over the wind.

Shaden : Ahhh this must be Ealora’s father.. and the other her brother.. and this.. the new Pirate lady.. She moved into the living room with a tray of hot tea and mulled cider a few moments after they arrived.. at the mans insistence of finding Maahes she shook her head at both Eli and Scarlett... mouthing softly above Eppie’s head.. " He's gone.." and shrugged.. softly motioning again to the little one with a please be sensitive pleading in her eyes.. " tea or cider to warm you ?" she offered a mug of cider to the old man hopefully taking his mind off talk of Maahes.. as Eppie had begun to pout a bit.. the bottom lip trembling slightly, Shaden Stooped to lift the child into her arms, then settled in the rocking chair.. singing softly a French lullaby and rocking her... by the fire.. her eyes catching with Eli's... for a moment before turning back to the golden curls against her shoulder Outside the snowdrifts piled high against the sides of the townhouse.. the wind howled and moaned, trees bending and scraping against the sides and roof, making eerie sounds.. all the sudden the back door slammed harshly again and again banging with the wind.. She had lifted the sleepy child and was about to head upstairs to put her down when the sound of the door jarred her making her jump.. Settling the child near Eli.. she rolled her eyes " Ealora never remembers to latch that door " then moved off to the kitchen to shut and latch the door... inside the kitchen snow already piled into the doorway.. making an wet mess.. a limb of a tree fallen into the entrance " Dam wind " she scowled and moved to lift it.. but couldn’t.. carefully crawling over it.. she hopped down the steps into the yard to grab the other end and pull.. just a few feet.. she mumbled and grumbled under her breath heaving with all her might.. until the limb was.. out of the doorway.. then gave a sigh..of relief, turning to go back inside.. it was then her heart stopped in her chest.. there were tracks all around the house.. both wolf...animal.. and man all tinged in blood... prickly hairs rose up on her neck as she turned slowly... and backed toward the door...

Scarlett: Scarlett watched the old man, a faint smile on her lips. Well he had balls even though old eyes told the story of a mind long gone. Raising her eyes as the redhead came into the room. Understanding seemed to follow, aha, the woman from the streets a few days ago. This must be the sister Ealora spoke of. The mouthed words were taken with a nod as she patted the old mans arm. "He's gone old man..might be a good thing eh? The wild were never meant to be tamed. They can purr and cuddle, but inside they are still wild..like Ealora, still has her claws." Ok so she wasn't being gentle as the woman had asked, but she had never been one to know how to be gentle. Cold hard truth, you couldn't take it, you were better off dead. Falling onto a footstool, elbows planted against her knees as she watched the woman leave and turned her eyes to the old man and then Eli and back again. "Shoulda never left the sea, I say...fate...has made her weak old man."

Eli: The sleeves of his robe swayed in time with his movements into the great room. Ugly house, Ealora needed to chance this. He could help...help her keep her mind off Maahes leaving. Honestly, Eli didn't understand it. But fate...was a hard mistress, she never promised to be kind and this was just one of those times she was cruel. Slowly he sank into a chair, in time to catch Shaden's mouthed words. He knew it. The child was shifted by him and he reached to pull the little girl into his lap and continue the rocking motion. Bout time he got to hold his niece. His lips tugged into a frown at Scarlett words. "Should have never gone in the first place...madam."

Nic: The voice shocked him into awareness, but his body didn't relax as it should as the man seemed to appear from the swirling mist of white. Change? Hmm...something was not right here. His head turned, this way and that as others began to appear from the mist. His hand clasped against the hilt of the sword at his side and drawn as the men circled and then he was stalled, grabbed and the sword dropped to the snow-covered ground. Teeth bared in a growl, the odds were against him but that did not mean he would not fight to his dying breath. His nose curled at the smells assaulting him. These were not men, these were monsters. His stomach turned as he struggled against the arms that held him. The arrow rushed against the wind, blood spattered and the grip loosened. Where the hell...the two dropped down from the roof as he went to retrieve the sword from the snow, moving to pursue when Jean was at his side. The mention of Shaden name and his face went white. Sheathing the sword, he gave a nod of his head in understanding. And Ealora, oh yeah, the woman was pregnant, couldn't well fight even if attacked. "Maahes is gone."He offered to Perry before turning against the rush of snow. The voices on the wind on deaf ears as he sprinted down the street, sliding against snow and ice to see Shaden in the yard, backing towards the door. Damnable woman, outside without a coat too! Rushing forward, he yanked at her arm, yanking her inside the door and slamming it closed behind him. He hadn't meant to be cruel about it. "Get inside, are you crazy! Outside without a coat, madmen smelling of death! The General leaving a pregnant wife behind and what should happen if the two of you were attacked, you can't risk the lives of your children!" Even as he was scolding he was pulling her against him, forgetting about the blood of the other men upon his chest as it heaved with the exertion of his fright over losing her.



Pere: "He'll be back!" Peregrin called after Nic, "Take care of Ealora too!" His blue hues swept to Jean-Claude watching as the man's long strides moved him perfect grace across the snow. "You gonna allow him to take her like that?" Meaning Nic to Shaden, "So easy? Without a fight? Nothing?"


Jean Claude: His fast paced steps kept him in time with the man at his side, but no longer would the find need to run. The wolves were back to the wolves, but still it worried him..they had become so close. "You know as well as I do Peregrin that this is a fight lost...I could not offer her the life she deserved or even give her a child." At the edge of the woods they both stopped keeping eyes upon the line of the trees. "He will serve her right and just...I am simply the gargoyle longing for beauty." Peregrin started to protest but JC quickly held up his hand, "No..I have made up my mind, do not tempt me with your encouraging words it hurts enough.." There was so much pain inside his eyes, heart ache like he never felt before, and tears that were threatening the pure beauty of his eyes.

Shaden: She screamed as he yanked her arm.. then almost passed out with relief as it was Nic that held her.. slamming the door shut behind them, her teeth chattered... " The tree limb pushed open the door ... and I was moving it... " she frowned seeing blood on his shirt... " Your hurt.. Nic what happened.. ?" her hands were fumbling over his shirt searching for his injuries... even as he scolded her.. " Did you get bit.. by the wolves... " here eyes were wide with alarm she had seen the illness almost take Pere... what if Nic.. " Are you hurt ?"

Nic: He clasped her wrists within his hands as she fumbled with his shirt. "Shaden..Shaden!"Trying to get her attention. "I'm not hurt, its not my blood..Men circled me, smelled of death and rot...fur coats..I dono, Jean or Perry, one of them, shot at them, got one and the mans blood sprayed on me. They pursued them into the snowstorm." He let go of her wrists to pull her against him again, his face nuzzling the top of her head. "Don't go outside, not again today. Hmm."He released her to move around her. "Go make sure the front door is locked and all the windows. I'll check the upstairs." His hands rubbed at her arms. "Nevermind, I'll do it. Your freezing, go sit by the fire before you catch a death of a cold and harm you or the baby. Go." He turned her arm, moving her in front of him before gently nudging her into the great room before he went to work in making sure everything was locked down. Only briefly pausing to see the people in the great room. Full house.
Father Mallory: "I'll send word to Atlas and tell him she's ready to be married again, even with the dirty child of the Moor inside her I bet he'd still love her. At least enough to share his money. Maybe even if we all gathered and prayed that baby will rot inside her, then she can marry Atlas and we will all be saved." He gave a firm nod as he closed his eyes..to fall asleep or pray? Crazy old man.

Scarlett: "I actually know a few ways to make her loose the baby. But not so she can marry some half ass lord."Her coat was shrugged from her shoulders and a bracer pulled off before she went to work to replace it, using her teeth to bite off the excess leather that held the bracer together. "I could always kill this lord for you, take part of the wealth for myself though...can't do it for free. This way, Ealora looses the baby, goes back to the sea, you get a fair share of the money, I get a fair share, everyone goes home happy." The bracer replaced as a muddy foot came to the sofa to adjust the leg guards there. Sailor...Warrior...whatever. She wasn't picky.

Eli: "Father...stop it. That's your grandchild within her, part of your own blood." He seemed to hiss over the head of the sleeping child. Dark eyes went to the woman and he seemed to sneer. "No one...is touching my sister. They were fated to be together. Our mother saw to that and nothing you say or try to do will break it. You couldn't possibly understand it nor feel it yourself, but you will see."Curling the child against him, he lifted off the chair and carried her from the room. Didn't want innocent ears hearing this through her sleep.

Pere: "Jean-Claude," His hand came to touch the shoulder of his first mate and squeeze lightly, "You love her mon ami, I can see this in you. Do not let her go without a fight first..or you will regret it all your life...and trust me for us it's a really long time to live in regret." JC was stone solid under the man's hand easing only to lower his head. "Now..if you are sure upon this, you would have no objections to myself going after her hmm?" Peregrin said with a smirk as they would head back to the ship.

Father Mallory: "Oh come now Eli, you can't be serious. Ealora was born to marry Atlas, your mother did not know what she was talking about. I always objected to her going to that ring..but she as always had it her way..." He gave a wink to Scarlett, "We'll talk more about this later. Where is my daughter anyway? Ealora! Get down here! Let us hear her opinion on the matter."

Shaden : She had just walked into the tail end of the conversation of Making Ealora loose her baby.. and marry another... " Hush both of you... you will not talk of such things in her House.. I forbid it.. and get your dam dirty feet off the sofa!" her hands pointed to Scarlett’s oversized muddy boots... " Maahes will come back.. he must have had a good reason.. Talk like this will only Hurt Ealora and I will throw you both out into the snow before I let you hurt her.. She's been thru enough" she growled at them... " I suggest Scarlett you find a room upstairs and get some sleep.. your conversational prowess is lacking.. the proper tone.. as for you Father Mallory.. I'll help you up to your room.. and get you settled " the glacial green hue dared either of them to go against her suggestions.. big old Amazon woman Polly hadn't had a bath in weeks.. the sheets would have to be burnt no doubt.. the Father at least had an excuse for his blabbering he was crazy...!

Ealora: "There is no need to shout...dad..I heard you."Was the first words out of her mouth as she moved across the room. A hand moved to settle again Shaden back, a soft unspoken thank you for defending her. She moved again, this time to kneel by her fathers chair, her hand settled on her knee. "Mother knew what she was doing...she wasn't wrong. "Celadon eyes captured the old mans and held, hard. "Maahes..is the man for me, Father..it was fated not only by mother, but by whatever Gods exist. He grounds and centers me, as I so for him. We are different people then who we were, better people..."Her hand caressed the old knee before she rose and turned her attention to all three of them. Scarlett who was sniffing at the wind. Ealora knew that look. Her father...and Shaden. "I am not the person I was..but I do have those tendencies still in my blood...I was..a killing machine uncaring and...ruthless..I will pay for those crimes when judgement day comes for me. But what heaven God has laid at my feet now, I will not take for granted, nor will I let it go without a fight. You want to see the beast I was...Scarlett...Father..keep pushing." She kneeled again at her fathers chair, capturing his eye again. "Atlas..is probably married with tons of children and an unhappy wife Father. This time, you are living in, is not real...not anymore. The life that exists is here.."She patted at the arm rest of the chair before moving to take his hand and move it to the small round curve of her stomach"And here..my husband, is a good man, a loyal man and I love him for it...and much more and this child...this child within me is a testament to our love. Pray to God it is kept safe of the bloodlust that was its mother, pray to God this child knows the love and nurturing you and mother showed me. Pray this child has a good life. A just and true life. But do not..pray for its death. You will regret it in the end." She lifted up from her kneel once more and moved to the window to look out into the blanket of white falling from the sky.

Scarlett: "Well..."Eyebrows popped upward, though her face stayed the same monotone blankness as she lifted off the footstool. Ah, she could smell the blood on the wind. She knew it was close, probably just outside and down the road. It teased at her nostrils as if someone were waving a bloody limb under her nostrils. "I'll go find my room then.."She needed to calm down anyway's, restless and blood on the wind..not a good sign for Scarlett, better to be away from people. "Take it easy old man Mallory....Ealora..we still need to talk later.."And to the courtesan...she ignored as she moved out of the room.