Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on Dec 19, 2008 15:23:57 GMT -6
Set In Her Way: A great, great book. A thick jar of ink that slid down on the tip of the ink pen. Next, the scratch of scroll to shape the letters that read: "Yulemas arrives, n' this is the way of the Lord's estate.." In order to fulfill the duty once held by her mother, she had to write. But her mind began to linger over the sea to a place where other things lay at rest. One year, between the last Yule and this found her sitting at the edge of a table. Stone didn't rock as the sea, nor was she sick with illness of the belly. It was full of both food and new life. Her skin still held color. Though her heart ached, the world did not repeat the words of it for she found the strength to retain them in. In some small way she smiled. How far had she come! How far had Adam come... Lord of his own lands... retrieved of his noble past.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam was regally dressed in the Gryphon black and gold as he entered the room. His beloved at her usual desk, the lashes of her eyes fluttered as she looked at the words she scribed. He leaned upon the door sill, unnoticed, and watched her do her duty… "Dae yae 'ave time faer a man that loves yae?" he said after clearing his throat… Having dealt with the business of running a kingdom, dealing with personal strife, and yearning for peace, he smiled at her, and stood erect as she acknowledged him… the ornate sword of the Lord of the Isles swung gracefully at his hips. "M'Lady… yae glow wit the sun o'Scotland…" then he offered her the charming smile that would lead a nation forward.
Set In Her Way: A dark dress of thick, dark wools covered her form in the drape of an over-robe whilst the make of the garment beneath was two-toned brocade of their reign's colors. For once in a great while, gold hair went as it would. Helter-skelter it elected paths over shoulders and across her back. Did it grow longer, as the seasons had gone on? These were questions to ask as one looked in the mirror. For her, the greatest mirror to see herself in were the eyes of her Lord and husband. "Ye are well dressed taeday," she remarked as she rested the quill opposite the page, "N' if m'lord has time for me should Ah nay fer him?"
Ignia Ferroque:The man walked toward the desk and around... strong fingers thread itself thru the golden strands... a wicked smirk offered when the head was pulled back... Leaning over, his eyes blinked, then the sea-green eyes reflected back at her as his mouth covered hers in a kiss that would stir a heart, and further the love that had birthed a new land... a new way of thinking... He seductively caressed her face then released her, standing back up and sitting upon the desk... It was this love that started all this... All this man wanted was to love her... to protect her... to give her a safe place to live... "Ah am dun wit the audiences today... twas much petty squabbles tae deal wit... and that dun... tis time for more important things..." then he winked at her... "A walk in the garden mayhaps?" He extended his hand to her...
Set In Her Way: She arched a brow at the regal swagger that carried him from one end of the room to the other where she sat, doing her duty by collecting knowledge. The length of his leg made him high, the muscles taught. She could tell that he had been, in all of his activity, growing firm throughout the body and to know that such a man collected one as unruly, scarred as she thrilled the part of her that had only learned to be a woman again. His kiss made her sigh, hands going up as the quill rolled to the side so that could run them through the curls. "Tae the gardens. Ah'm sorry ye've heard such things, told ye long agae Scotts are rowdy squabblers. Gae on for days, weeks, e'en years on the same things. But tha' will have no place here," The wife used her right hand to seemingly dismiss the notion of petty things for them now. Standing up, something new could be seen where it hadn't before. It was not a large mound nor enough to make her as the full moon, but her gown at the belly protruded forward just a small, small bit at long last.
Ignia Ferroque: As she stood, his hand immediately went to her stomach, the sea-greens seem to sparkle... to glisten... to be joyed that soon they would have a bairin they could call true blood... a sharing of a life that both stirred... Then he extended his elbow to her... "M'Lady..." As they exited the room, he saw a servant... snapping his fingers... "A shawl for the Duchess..." The shawl brought... he himself wrapped it around her... then it was off to the garden, the doors opened for them. "Ah knaew there bae much upon yaer mind o'late... how have yae been holdin up?"
Set In Her Way: Beathag read the joy in his eyes as if it were the words she wrote their herself, in a way? She did do that. The day she told him that it was within her to bare life so that the world could have another Aberdeen. Once, he said, "Everyone is havin' bairin's, and the world can not stand another one of us." They lived in the shadow of those words until they dared believe and create. Around them, Griffin castle rose a testament to the will enacted. With fluidity the servant went and retrieved the thickest, finest shawl for his Lord to take. Nothing was done here without pride. From the smallest dish to the largest instruction carried out! Living in this world, Beathag learned to find a home in it instead of be, as she thought she might be, a stranger all of her life. Snow waited outside but at least her hear twasn't cold. "There has been," she agreed, nodding. "It is much at times, less at others. There is a difference in me tha' lets m'heart rest, to nay suffer..as I once would have under the toil of it. Im not so sick, either, as other women with child get but m'age n' heartiness has somewot tae dae with tha', the midwife says. The babe is well n'...my body is well. My mind shall come, m'spirit after." With her arm over his shoulder, she encased the other just under his arm so that both wrapped over the offered appendage. "Still, both are stronger than they once were."
Ignia Ferroque: He smiled... the cold could not harm them as they were... the snow merely provided a white background to their colorful life... "Ah needed tae speak wit yae regarding Aodhan..." then he smiled and shook his head... "No luv, nothing bad..." his calloused finger caressed her chin, tracing the outline. "Ah was sittin upon the cannon on the parapet, looking out o'r the water... thinkin..." The touch would give a tell-tale sign he had been practicing more with Dmitrii... as the Rus always made him work harder than any war ever could... "Ah knaew Maubrey shant harm Aodhan... From wot Ah can see and of reports... his wife came tae see him... and killed the guards... Aodhan tis simply a means of escape... Mae Father would nae harm him... Ah would stake mae life 'pon it..." his embrace pulled her into him as much as anatomy would physically allow... though emotionally, he would pull her inside him... His hand found her back and urged her to walk... "Ah believe William knaews that we would go to war naew if'en he harmed the boy... Lord knaews wot Aodhan be tellin' em..." he smirked offering some levity.
Set In Her Way: The name Aodhan made her look at him with two eyes going no where else. He softened her tension, for fear the news did not bode well, but instead it was of his thoughts. Did he think of Aodhan as often as she did? Many, many times a day she found herself seeing him where he had been before he was stolen away. His wise words showed how much he'd grown in the mind while his height showed the babe was giving rise to a young boy with high hopes to become a fine man. This was a time his family should rejoice in. It wasn't for Maubrey to temper his newfound being to his way. The mother gave a sigh as the Father explained the situation at hand. Smiling, in spite of herself she shook her head as they went on, "He is tellin' his grand-father many things tha' yer father, for all his knowledge, will nay understand. How is it tha' a child who is your son is of darkened skin, n' from whence does a dark child have so Scottish a voice? By wot means is he sae smart.." It is then she grins all the more, "Our son is a prince, long afore he was called one, or will be made one. He has always had opportunity, n' now has it more." Shutting her eyes as they walked, her head came to his shoulder. "He needs tae be home, with us. With his family..n' my arms." No tears fell. Indeed strong. Breathing in, she pressed her mouth to kiss his cheek.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam chuckles from the thought that raced his mind... "Maubrey will gaet more information o'me than he ever expected... Ah wish Ah could be there to see the expression..." He looked at her... "Aye lass... our boy tis soon bae a man... a prince laeng afore Skye... " then they began to walk again, arm in arm, her head upon his shoulder... "Ah 'ave recalled Kaori... her and Marcos should bae returning afore Yule..." he continued to talk to her about all he had done... where the troops were, where the ships were stationed... the improvements upon the walls... everything he could think of.... How could these to be so strong? Was it Fate? Love? Once rash, angry, and instinct-acting people, these two were now temepered... experienced... determined... "Oh... and one last thing... Ah am tae see the Bruce once more... He summoned me... a messenger arrived this morning. This time, Ah am taking 200 heavy horse and 300 foot soldiers..." then he stopped and looked at her again.
Set In Her Way: The songs she sang on his behalf, the things she wrote, the ways of the household are the things she replied to him with. Where the carriage took her, and the triumphs and sorrows it went back and forth between. The subject came of the Bruce, and his wife replied, "Take with ye m'love when you go, he has nothing but m'contempt n' a feelin' o' bein' sorrah for him. Ah would nay tell Kendrew n' the others this o' yet. He has been less than himself… n' rightly so." They were blessed. As others experienced loss, they still went on as if the world couldn't touch them.
Ignia Ferroque: He chuckled... "Ah gae... an' Ah shall nay tell Kendrew, baet he will knaew... Knaew this, Ah go naet for trouble... but wit men as Ah reinforce the fact that Ah bae the Lord o' the Isles... the Griffin o'Scotland... an' nae one shall threaten our borders..."
It was the fact that the Bruce was ailing in winter and knaew that the forces from the south were moving north to threaten him... He NEEDED the Guardian, and would not threat him... Preparations for winter battle had deplenished much of their resources... and could not hold out against a full war waged... and Adam knew all of this... for he too had spies... not only in Aberdeen, but Glasgow... as well as other places of strategic interest.
Set In Her Way: "Nay one would threaten ye if ye come to act 'pon the threat right then n' there. Ye've done well, Ahdam," the deep brogue was one of the things that hadn't retreated. An attitude might change, but some things remain the same. Beathag was not an eloquent English speaker, but retained a power for speaking among people that harkened them to what was to be said.
Ignia Ferroque: It was not the brogue nor the scars... nor the way she fought with such zeal in battle... It was not the golden hair... nor the green eyes... nor the music she played, nor the writings for history that she scrolled...
It was all these... all the things that made her what she was... it was the warm naked body beneath the blankets... it was the seductive whispers she could lend to his ear... the passion in the halls... the kitchen... anywhere they felt the urge... It was the lass in the marketplace that caught his eyes those many days ago...
Now they were a matched pair... a family strengthened by the blood... by the love they shared...
All these ran rampid thru his mind as he looked upon her... an odd expression upon his face... like it was him finding her all over again... He just smiled.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam was regally dressed in the Gryphon black and gold as he entered the room. His beloved at her usual desk, the lashes of her eyes fluttered as she looked at the words she scribed. He leaned upon the door sill, unnoticed, and watched her do her duty… "Dae yae 'ave time faer a man that loves yae?" he said after clearing his throat… Having dealt with the business of running a kingdom, dealing with personal strife, and yearning for peace, he smiled at her, and stood erect as she acknowledged him… the ornate sword of the Lord of the Isles swung gracefully at his hips. "M'Lady… yae glow wit the sun o'Scotland…" then he offered her the charming smile that would lead a nation forward.
Set In Her Way: A dark dress of thick, dark wools covered her form in the drape of an over-robe whilst the make of the garment beneath was two-toned brocade of their reign's colors. For once in a great while, gold hair went as it would. Helter-skelter it elected paths over shoulders and across her back. Did it grow longer, as the seasons had gone on? These were questions to ask as one looked in the mirror. For her, the greatest mirror to see herself in were the eyes of her Lord and husband. "Ye are well dressed taeday," she remarked as she rested the quill opposite the page, "N' if m'lord has time for me should Ah nay fer him?"
Ignia Ferroque:The man walked toward the desk and around... strong fingers thread itself thru the golden strands... a wicked smirk offered when the head was pulled back... Leaning over, his eyes blinked, then the sea-green eyes reflected back at her as his mouth covered hers in a kiss that would stir a heart, and further the love that had birthed a new land... a new way of thinking... He seductively caressed her face then released her, standing back up and sitting upon the desk... It was this love that started all this... All this man wanted was to love her... to protect her... to give her a safe place to live... "Ah am dun wit the audiences today... twas much petty squabbles tae deal wit... and that dun... tis time for more important things..." then he winked at her... "A walk in the garden mayhaps?" He extended his hand to her...
Set In Her Way: She arched a brow at the regal swagger that carried him from one end of the room to the other where she sat, doing her duty by collecting knowledge. The length of his leg made him high, the muscles taught. She could tell that he had been, in all of his activity, growing firm throughout the body and to know that such a man collected one as unruly, scarred as she thrilled the part of her that had only learned to be a woman again. His kiss made her sigh, hands going up as the quill rolled to the side so that could run them through the curls. "Tae the gardens. Ah'm sorry ye've heard such things, told ye long agae Scotts are rowdy squabblers. Gae on for days, weeks, e'en years on the same things. But tha' will have no place here," The wife used her right hand to seemingly dismiss the notion of petty things for them now. Standing up, something new could be seen where it hadn't before. It was not a large mound nor enough to make her as the full moon, but her gown at the belly protruded forward just a small, small bit at long last.
Ignia Ferroque: As she stood, his hand immediately went to her stomach, the sea-greens seem to sparkle... to glisten... to be joyed that soon they would have a bairin they could call true blood... a sharing of a life that both stirred... Then he extended his elbow to her... "M'Lady..." As they exited the room, he saw a servant... snapping his fingers... "A shawl for the Duchess..." The shawl brought... he himself wrapped it around her... then it was off to the garden, the doors opened for them. "Ah knaew there bae much upon yaer mind o'late... how have yae been holdin up?"
Set In Her Way: Beathag read the joy in his eyes as if it were the words she wrote their herself, in a way? She did do that. The day she told him that it was within her to bare life so that the world could have another Aberdeen. Once, he said, "Everyone is havin' bairin's, and the world can not stand another one of us." They lived in the shadow of those words until they dared believe and create. Around them, Griffin castle rose a testament to the will enacted. With fluidity the servant went and retrieved the thickest, finest shawl for his Lord to take. Nothing was done here without pride. From the smallest dish to the largest instruction carried out! Living in this world, Beathag learned to find a home in it instead of be, as she thought she might be, a stranger all of her life. Snow waited outside but at least her hear twasn't cold. "There has been," she agreed, nodding. "It is much at times, less at others. There is a difference in me tha' lets m'heart rest, to nay suffer..as I once would have under the toil of it. Im not so sick, either, as other women with child get but m'age n' heartiness has somewot tae dae with tha', the midwife says. The babe is well n'...my body is well. My mind shall come, m'spirit after." With her arm over his shoulder, she encased the other just under his arm so that both wrapped over the offered appendage. "Still, both are stronger than they once were."
Ignia Ferroque: He smiled... the cold could not harm them as they were... the snow merely provided a white background to their colorful life... "Ah needed tae speak wit yae regarding Aodhan..." then he smiled and shook his head... "No luv, nothing bad..." his calloused finger caressed her chin, tracing the outline. "Ah was sittin upon the cannon on the parapet, looking out o'r the water... thinkin..." The touch would give a tell-tale sign he had been practicing more with Dmitrii... as the Rus always made him work harder than any war ever could... "Ah knaew Maubrey shant harm Aodhan... From wot Ah can see and of reports... his wife came tae see him... and killed the guards... Aodhan tis simply a means of escape... Mae Father would nae harm him... Ah would stake mae life 'pon it..." his embrace pulled her into him as much as anatomy would physically allow... though emotionally, he would pull her inside him... His hand found her back and urged her to walk... "Ah believe William knaews that we would go to war naew if'en he harmed the boy... Lord knaews wot Aodhan be tellin' em..." he smirked offering some levity.
Set In Her Way: The name Aodhan made her look at him with two eyes going no where else. He softened her tension, for fear the news did not bode well, but instead it was of his thoughts. Did he think of Aodhan as often as she did? Many, many times a day she found herself seeing him where he had been before he was stolen away. His wise words showed how much he'd grown in the mind while his height showed the babe was giving rise to a young boy with high hopes to become a fine man. This was a time his family should rejoice in. It wasn't for Maubrey to temper his newfound being to his way. The mother gave a sigh as the Father explained the situation at hand. Smiling, in spite of herself she shook her head as they went on, "He is tellin' his grand-father many things tha' yer father, for all his knowledge, will nay understand. How is it tha' a child who is your son is of darkened skin, n' from whence does a dark child have so Scottish a voice? By wot means is he sae smart.." It is then she grins all the more, "Our son is a prince, long afore he was called one, or will be made one. He has always had opportunity, n' now has it more." Shutting her eyes as they walked, her head came to his shoulder. "He needs tae be home, with us. With his family..n' my arms." No tears fell. Indeed strong. Breathing in, she pressed her mouth to kiss his cheek.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam chuckles from the thought that raced his mind... "Maubrey will gaet more information o'me than he ever expected... Ah wish Ah could be there to see the expression..." He looked at her... "Aye lass... our boy tis soon bae a man... a prince laeng afore Skye... " then they began to walk again, arm in arm, her head upon his shoulder... "Ah 'ave recalled Kaori... her and Marcos should bae returning afore Yule..." he continued to talk to her about all he had done... where the troops were, where the ships were stationed... the improvements upon the walls... everything he could think of.... How could these to be so strong? Was it Fate? Love? Once rash, angry, and instinct-acting people, these two were now temepered... experienced... determined... "Oh... and one last thing... Ah am tae see the Bruce once more... He summoned me... a messenger arrived this morning. This time, Ah am taking 200 heavy horse and 300 foot soldiers..." then he stopped and looked at her again.
Set In Her Way: The songs she sang on his behalf, the things she wrote, the ways of the household are the things she replied to him with. Where the carriage took her, and the triumphs and sorrows it went back and forth between. The subject came of the Bruce, and his wife replied, "Take with ye m'love when you go, he has nothing but m'contempt n' a feelin' o' bein' sorrah for him. Ah would nay tell Kendrew n' the others this o' yet. He has been less than himself… n' rightly so." They were blessed. As others experienced loss, they still went on as if the world couldn't touch them.
Ignia Ferroque: He chuckled... "Ah gae... an' Ah shall nay tell Kendrew, baet he will knaew... Knaew this, Ah go naet for trouble... but wit men as Ah reinforce the fact that Ah bae the Lord o' the Isles... the Griffin o'Scotland... an' nae one shall threaten our borders..."
It was the fact that the Bruce was ailing in winter and knaew that the forces from the south were moving north to threaten him... He NEEDED the Guardian, and would not threat him... Preparations for winter battle had deplenished much of their resources... and could not hold out against a full war waged... and Adam knew all of this... for he too had spies... not only in Aberdeen, but Glasgow... as well as other places of strategic interest.
Set In Her Way: "Nay one would threaten ye if ye come to act 'pon the threat right then n' there. Ye've done well, Ahdam," the deep brogue was one of the things that hadn't retreated. An attitude might change, but some things remain the same. Beathag was not an eloquent English speaker, but retained a power for speaking among people that harkened them to what was to be said.
Ignia Ferroque: It was not the brogue nor the scars... nor the way she fought with such zeal in battle... It was not the golden hair... nor the green eyes... nor the music she played, nor the writings for history that she scrolled...
It was all these... all the things that made her what she was... it was the warm naked body beneath the blankets... it was the seductive whispers she could lend to his ear... the passion in the halls... the kitchen... anywhere they felt the urge... It was the lass in the marketplace that caught his eyes those many days ago...
Now they were a matched pair... a family strengthened by the blood... by the love they shared...
All these ran rampid thru his mind as he looked upon her... an odd expression upon his face... like it was him finding her all over again... He just smiled.
