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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 21, 2011 20:27:46 GMT -5
"Oh my hero," she said sarcastically as he said something about being her savior. She tossed a piece of bread at the back of his thick skull and then made sure the hut door was shut. Two women came to help her and helped to give her a good scrub and to braid her long flaxen hair with flowers and green vine. She imagined it did look rather pretty. She was given a simple blue dress of fine quality and suited her slender frame well. She was just glad to have something warm to wear. No veil or circlet was placed on her head and after finding some sandals, those were placed on her feet and tied. Kohl was even added to her eyes, making the smoky blue of them stand out even more against her pale face.
After all preparations were finished, it was time to become the bastard's hand fasted wife. He was lucky she didn't have to speak any words except for 'I will'. She sighed. All she could do was make the best of her situation, even if it meant wedding a veritable ox for a husband.
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After the ceremony, a feast was held. It was definitely a sight to be hold. She had been awake all day and was sleepier than she could ever think possible. Maybe if she slept he would not touch her, because she was about ready to fall out of her seat now.. She took a deep breath, watching as the women and men danced around a huge bonfire and sang in Gaelic. Everyone seemed glad, well except for the few women that were also hand-fasted. Some of them were still sobbing. And before long she found herself being led to her husband's hut and prepared for the bedding. Her dress was removed and her sandals, her hair let down and her face washed. The women offered advice and encouragement and some of things made Fionn blush red. Finally she was left alone with only a small fire for company in the hut and she sighed then slowly laid down on the furs. She was exhausted and not to long after being left alone, she fell into a deep sleep.
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Ranulf touched her cheek and kissed her, wiping her eyes. "Do not be afraid. You are a strong woman, and you've birthed a beautiful lass. You can birth another daughter or a fine braw laddie can't you?" he said then glanced at Moira who was looking about as helpless as he felt.
"She's been like that all morn since the pains started Sir Ranulf," she said calmly then bit her lip, watching the couple.
Ranulf sighed and looked at his wife and stopped her. "I ken you well love and you will birth this child with the same bravery and ease that you did when you birthed our Brenna. And if it suits you, and you want nay more a child, we can always stop making love," he promised teasingly then kissed her, nodding to Moira who began to take her hand and help with the pacing. "I'll be back soon alright my love. I have to ensure that Baldr and Dermot are cared for and then I will return to your side till the midwife makes me leave," he promised then went to do just that after another kiss.
Moira pressed a cold cloth to her mistress' brow. "You are doing perfectly well milady..." she promised as she kept leading her in paces.
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 21, 2011 23:40:58 GMT -5
He had had a few mugs of ale and he was feeling quite jovial as the celebrations continued and he went towards his hut. He had a feeling that his little sweet wife was not laying in his bed with her legs open wide for him. No, he had a feeling that she was there with a knife about to cut his bullocks off. He was even more surprised when he saw that she was in fact, sleeping. Quite soundly as well... he supposed that was much better than her trying to kill him.
Going to the bed of fur, he looked down at the blond beauty who was his wife knowing that he was not going to be consumating a marriage that night. Well, he was feeling tired anyways as he sat down and pulled off his boots. He proceeded to take off his clothing as he moved the furs so that he could get under them as well beside her. He could not care less what she thought of his nudity. After all, she was the one in his bed.
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The next morning, Aron was the first to wake up as he rolled over and looked to his new wife who was still sleeping as he watched her. An amusing idea came to his mind as he brushed a bit of her blond hair away from her face. He was going to wake her up as he waited. "Wake up, woman..." He said gruffly as he leaned on one of his hands.
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Aisling glared at him when he suggested that he stop making love to her as she said in an angry voice. "Oh hell no... it is the only thing that you are good for..." Green eyes were sparked for a moment as she took a moment to breathe deeply. "Well, you are good for other things but mainly that." And she did not care would could hear her say that she did not stop moving and pacing.
Looking to Moira, she was thankful that she was there as she spoke. "Bless your heart, Moira... I want you to find happiness as well, you know that you are too smart to be a lady's maid." She said honestly as she took her friend's hand. "I am going to make sure that you wed...soon and not to a butcher's son either."
Aisling wanted her husband there so she could yell at him more but of course, he was dealing with their guests.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 22, 2011 8:35:21 GMT -5
Fionn sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, turning to reveal the side of her face that had a scar on it from when she had gotten into a fight with Sir Hugh at ten years old. She twisted and adjusted herself and then slowly opened her eyes and sighed before turning to look at Aron. She frowned and then sat up, adjusting her chemise then reaching for the dress she had been given to use the day before and stood up, slipping it own. When she turned and glanced at him to see him naked, she blushed and then reached down tugging furs on top of him, especially after seeing that thing of his. It made her shudder. She drew away from him then sat down on the opposite side of the hut and started combing her fingers through her hair to try and get it fanned out. She normally braided it but last night had been exception because she had been so exhausted.
"You had best keep that thing away from me," she told him with a glare. "Go poke something else...Mayhap a sheep or goat. I'm sure twill like your attention more than I will."
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Moira smirked. "Let's not worry about me milady..." she said giving her hand a squeeze. The first time, Moira had been absolutely terrified of helping with a birthing but now that she had gone through it once, she was well and able to help Aisling through another. "You just worry about you and this babe," she said coaxingly. Running her fingers through her mistress' hair and just working to ensure that Aisling stayed calm. The pacing continued for another few hours, Ranulf checking in every couple of hours and finally it came time for pushing. By this point, Aisling was screaming and soon pushing as she sat in the birthing chair with a midwife beneath her.
The pushing, in Moira's mind, was probably the worst part of birthing but she supposed that it was all worth it when the babe came. And after what seemed hours, the birthing was ended and Aisling had a beautiful and very lively son in her arms. After washing her up and redressing her, Moira helped the midwife to put her in bed and then cleaned the baby. A priest would be sent for to baptize him and then they would have a christening as soon as Aisling could rise from the bed.
Moira left her as Ranulf and Brenna came to see about their new addition to the family and she went upstairs to bed. She was far to exhausted right now to even think about eating.
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The following morning, the hall was a lit with happiness. Ranulf had a son and heir and both he and his mother were prospering. It was a rather joyous occasion and there would be a feast tonight to celebrate. Moira made sure to check on her mistress and the babe before deciding it would be nice to go down to the river for a while.
She walked down from the keep and sank to her knees once at the water's edge to wash her face and arms, running her fingers through her light brown hair then giving a sigh. She closed her brown eyes and then smiled as the sun warmed her upturned cheeks. It was nice to be away from everyone every once in a while. To dream. How good it would be to have a handsome and kind husband whom she could spar with and kiss. And have children. If there was one thing she wanted, it was definitely a child or two of her own.
Sighing, she opened her eyes and looked at the water as it washed in a current downstream and she started to softly sing a ballad her mother had sang to her as a child. Her mum had been a Scottish celt and used to always sing of Sir Patrick Spence and it was one of the few ballads that Moira liked.
"THE king sits in Dunfermline town, Drinking the blude-red wine; "O whare will I get a skeely skipper, To sail this new ship of mine?"
O up and spak' an eldern knight, Sat at the king's right knee, "Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailòr, That ever sailed the sea."
Our king has written a braid letter, And seated it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand.
To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway 'Tis thou maun bring her hame.""
Hearing footsteps, Moira stopped her singing and turned, seeing a man behind her. She jumped up. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked, actually thinking how handsome he was. Which was stupid. She ought to have more sense than to think a strange man handsome. She had heard horror stories of maiden's being alone and overcome by handsome men with only one thing on their mind and it didn't suit her at all to be in the face of one that could easily overpower her.
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 23, 2011 0:40:49 GMT -5
"Well, I don't think this thing wanted to go anywhere near you either but it's going to have you if you are going to bear my children and the future leaders of this clan." He said seriously as he raised an eyebrow at her when she tossed the furs at him. "What, never seen a man's cock before?" Aron said as he sat himself up so his legs were on the floor. He wasn't really to bed her at this moment, he had things to do for his clan. "And I do not fuck sheep or goats... I can tup a few single wenches... I don't have to resort to sexually abusing animals or women to get what I want." He was frowning wondering what was wrong with this woman.
Aron was a fine man and quite handsome as well, there was not a woman that did not want to be in her position and yet... well, she was a stubborn one. He knew that but he expected as much and he did not think that he would like her as much if she had been weeping and frighten of him. "Do you need a brush or a few other things... I think my sister has some of those things... you will meet her today." He was going to get Allison to watch his new wife so that she wouldn't try to run off. Not that she would be going too far.
Standing up, he mentioned this to her as he went over to get something to wear, giving her a good look at his rear end as he pulled on some clothing so he could check on his clansmen. There was no war paint because he was not raiding. Having noticed the scar, he looked over to his new wife and said. "Banshee, where did you get the nasty scar on your head?"
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Baldr had heard the singing from the woods by the stream, he had gone out to scan the lands since everyone was enjoying the celebrations of the arrival of the new babe. It was a cute little thing but he did not know this family well enough to care much other than drink their ale and tup a wench or two. He had had one last night and she had been healthy, buxom blonde and with a set of nice breasts. However, she had left his bed and he would gladly seduce this maiden. Both blonde eyebrows went up as he said simply. "Not long but, I heard a beautiful voice in the distance and thought perhaps it was a siren?" He smiled more to himself then to her.
Of course, he would never rape a woman... that was disgusting but, he did seem to have a way with them. "Might I ask your name, Beauty?" He said thinking that he was good as he moved closer to her wondering why she was not afraid of him. "And the song... I do not think I have heard that one before." His Gaelic was accented because he spoke the languages of the Norsemen, his home... being one of the bastard sons of the Norweigen King.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 23, 2011 8:47:27 GMT -5
Fionn glanced at him. "I got it when I was ten. My stepmother's former betrothed came to kill her. She was with child and laying on the floor beneath him being choked. I grabbed a fire poker and hit him with it but he snatched it from me and hit me there. Knocked me cold for near on a month before I finally woke up...I did not want her to get hurt. And if it'lll burn your gut to know it, she's Norman and there's not a damn thing wrong with her. She is perhaps one of the kindest and gentlest women I e'ere knew. I've put her through hell I have and she loves me.You best hope she has this babe she's carrying before she hears tell of what you've done. If my wee brother or sister gets hurt from stress twill be you I'll be blaming," she promised stiffly then looked away. "And my name is Fionn." She took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair again, adjusting her dress.
She knew she had avoided sex with him last night but was guessing tonight he wouldn't be so lenient and would do as he pleased. Or at least try. He said he did not sexually abuse women. That was good. Maybe if she was a cold fish he'd let her alone and not try again. Or if she screamed no...She sighed. At least Edwin had romanced her and courted her. With this man there were no tokens or kisses.
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Moira looked at him and bit her bottom lip. He seemed like a good person but who was she to judge appearances. "Moira...sir...I'm Lady Aisling's lady's maid," she introduced. Guessing he must be staying at the keep. She wondered if he was the Norwegian prince that was coming to the keep to trade with Sir Ranulf before going back to the north lands. She looked away blushing and ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm no siren...and the song was a Scots ballad my mum used to sing with me about a knight named Sir Patrick Spence," she said simply then wiped some dirt off her dress. Her gaze turned back to him as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Did you come with Sir Ranulf?" she asked curiously, wondering why she was not running away especially since he was approaching her. Part of her wanted to run but the majority of her just stayed put. Almost like a rabbit looks before a wolf pounces. It seemed an apt description. He was at the least, twice her size. And though she was tall for a woman she would probably just reach his mouth. And it was a nice mouth too. She swallowed hard and then bit her bottom lip, running her fingers through her hair. She really had to stop thinking so naughtily.
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Brenna peaked from behind Joseph's legs at the young man who was Sir Joseph's age and who was also her husband to be. Joseph looked down at her and chuckled then looked back at Dermot. "She's normally not so shy...I guess she knows why you are here...Smart as a whip she is but a bit of a rascall when it suits her," he smirked.
Brenna frowned at him. "Am not!" she exclaimed with a huff then looked at Dermot. "You don't look Irish," she told him matter of factly. "You look like that viking man that came home with da. Is he your da? Cuz I thought Uncle Cormack was..."
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 23, 2011 19:39:47 GMT -5
"That's a man's name... I will not call you it." Aron said to her simply as he shrugged. "For now, you will be referred to as Banshee or wife." He was teasing her mostly because he kind of liked spikingup her temper. As for the story of helping her step mother, despite the woman being a Norman... he thought that it was rather noble of his new wife as he nodded. "We only want the Normans out of the land... not for all of them to be killed off." He said simply. "Else, the Celts will slowly die off." He was frowning as he explained this to her as if she did not know. Her father was an Irish king of all people and perhaps with some viking blood but then, his own ancestors were not completely pure either so he could not complete fault her.
"Well, I can't promise you that it won't be a shock for your family but... it is a good match." He said with a smile and a wink as he waited a moment. "The ransom will not be going to your father but to the family that these Normans come from." They had killed the men but that was how it worked because they had been on their land. Of course, some of the men had been some of the women's husbands but they would find other husbands.
Going over to her, he kissed her on the cheek getting him a slap to the face as he grinned. "Now, I expect you to behave for my younger sister... Allison is a bit older than you... I am sure you will meet Chloe and her children as well." He grinned as a pretty young woman with strawberry blond hair and pale green eyes entered and raised an eyebrow. "Aron... why is it that you have not introduced the Lady of the clan to everyone?" She asked frowning at her older brother.
Aron rolled his eyes. "She went running off before I could... I will introduce her tonight since we are celebrating the good harvest. I have things to be done... care for her, will you Alice?" He asked before going on his way. Blinking before shaking her head, Ally looked over to the other young woman. "Hello... my brother is rude, I swear the rest of us were raised right." She chuckled.
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"Ah... so, you are the maid of the Lady of the house." It did not make her interesting but she was beautiful. "I am Baldr the Fair, son of Allric the Elder." His father was a dirty old man for having impregnanted his mother who had been a young girl serving in the his father's home. However, she had been favoured and so, he had been acknowledged as a son. Bowing to her, he grinned. "Well, I think that it was a rather lovely tune... you do have a nice voice."
He walked passed her, brushing slightly against her gown but not touching her as he bent down and cupped his hand into the water and drank from the stream. "I did... I am going to the different keeps for my father on a goodwill mission, to exchange goods... and services." He said as blue eyes looked up at her giving her a grin as he wiped his mouth. "So, why is it that a beautiful woman as yourself is alone in the woods and singing at that if you are no siren?" He asked.
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Dermot chuckled. "I can see that..." His wife was adorable but of course, she was still a child and had some growing up to do. Never the less, he answered her curious question. "Ah, no... he is a real viking. I'm only a fake one... it's in my blood like being Irish, but my sister and myself were not blessed with pretty chestnut curls but then, my mom was a blond as well." He explained to her watching Breena with blue eyes. "And, he's a distance cousin of mine... or something of the sort."
Mussing up her curl, he grinned down at the little girl before looking back up at Sir Joesph. "So, you watch over her to make sure that she doesn't get into trouble... ha, that's probably why he thinks that you are a wee rascal.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 24, 2011 11:40:23 GMT -5
Fionn smirked at her then stood, brushing somedebris off of her gown and then looking at her newfound sister-in-law. She already knew she was going to like this woman. "Yes well...he and I are not the best of friends right now...Thank you for lending me the gown," she said looking down at it. "Your brother brought me here with me clad in a thin chemise so I'm quite grateful that were about the same size. I'll be sure to start making my own clothes though so I do not have to keep borrowing off of you," she promised then gave a smile. "Do you happen to have a brush or comb?" she asked curiously then watched the hut door open and Eoghan enter grinning holding up a bundle wrapped with twine.
"Me mum says that you can have some of her scraps and her old bone comb. She also said I have to treat ya with respect. I'm Eoghan by the way. Your new nephew," he said happily. Fionn took the bundle and nodded.
"Why thank you Eoghan. Tell your mother I said thank you, and it would honor me for you to be my new nephew," she told him and the boy grinned before walking out the door. Looking at the fabrics she saw a lot of the same kinds and similar colors. She also had a bone needle and thread. Thankfully enough she could definitely make a nice dress out of all of this, perhaps even two. She knew that living here would not be a trial but the fact that she had been given no choice really did strum her ire. Edwin had been a good man. Twenty-two, norman with dark hair and a thin moustache above his lip, a charming disposition. And someone she could see herself with. He was not as dominant a personality as herself and she would of been able to be his equal and help him to lead his people. But now it was not going to happen. Especially since she knew she would not be a virgin for so long. And she would be fighting tooth and nail with her bastard husband Aron quite often. She knew it.
She sat the bundle down, lifting up the bone comb ad started to comb out her hair. "So I know you are my babysitter but mayhap you can show me around? I was exhausted yesterday from being woken in the middle of the night and staying up all day so I'm much more well rested and I honestly do not want to stay in this hut all day," she said with a smirk as she braided some of her hair back from her face and then smoothed out the dress.
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She blushed and smirked, turning to look at him. "My mistress had a rough day yesterday and I was with her through all of it and decided a bit of alone time would help ease my nerves. She's like a banshee when she is birthing much as I love her. So this morning I checked on her then came here to be by myself. I like singing. And I'll probably be singing tonight. I normally get the honor when guests come and since there is a feast in Sir Ranulf's son's name."
She looked at him. "And I thought you vikings thought more of valkyeries rather than sirens..." she smirked at him then walked past him reaching for her shawl and shaking it free of debris before wrapping it around her and then looking back at him as the wind had picked up. She sank down on a nearby fallen tree. "Is this weather mild compared to where you are from?" she asked curiously. "I imagine the North is a lot colder."
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Joseph smirked as Brenna huffed. "I don't get into trouble. I get to learn how to sword fight and stuff. Da doesn't like it much but mum says a lass should ken all that a lad should and so Joseph teaches me," she beamed but Joseph glanced at her and smirked before moving his gaze back to Dermot rolling his eyes.
"She's a wee hellion," he chuckled. "Do you want to go to the practice ring for a bit, toss around a few wooden swords..." He glanced at Brenna. "And don't you have lady lessons? I thought your nurse was teaching you needlework today?" he asked and she stuck her tongue out at him before running off toward the ring.
Joseph smirked then looked at her husband and smirked. "Like I said, Hellion...She'll be a nice wife one day I guess..." he chuckled. "So...up for a bit of wooden swordplay?" he asked curiously.
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 24, 2011 23:04:11 GMT -5
Watching as her nephew left after running the errand for her older sister, Allison turned to her new sister in law and said. "Oh, I was not planning on guarding you in the hut like a prisoner... you are the chief's wife of the clan now. The people will be curious as well as I do have chores and things to do." She said with a smile since everyone in the community helped out with the work load. "However, most of what we are doing is celebrating the good harvest from this year and getting ready for the winter by storing and preserving." She explained expecting the other woman to know of it.
"It will be good if I show you around and introduce to the women of the clan... some will be a little wary of you because their husbands and fathers have been killed by Normans as well as other clans and tribes." Allison sighed knowing that this was suppose to be a happy day and yet, the last few years had been hard harvests and even harder battles. However, she did not mention this as she smiled. "We do not know anything about you else you are the daughter of Cormack of Glastermon." She said as she waited for Fionn to come with her. "And that my brother calls you 'The Banshee.'" She chuckled at this. "However, you do not seem to be screaming and yelling... but I heard that you gave a good fight when they were taking you here during the raid."
Exiting the hut, she walked with a bundle under her arm since she was delivering food and gifts to one of the women of the clan that had just had a baby. "Also, Chloe... my older sister wishes to meet you... she acts as the healer and midwife in our clan." She explained. "Although, when she delivers... we do not know who will be the mid wife since Old Agnes died three months ago."
Allison was informing the other woman of the dymantics of the clan as they arrivaled at the house where a baby could be heard crying.
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"Ah, I suppose but they are quite different then... so are sirens. Perhaps, you are one of the fae?" He asked in mild flirtation as he stood up from the stream, Baldr towered over the young woman but he was watching her with a slight smile. "It is cold... but we had furs and homes build strong to take the chill away." He said to her. "There is the liquor and the roaring fires..." The weather was not terrible here... there had been some snow but nothing of that where he had been raised. "I do hope that we get the honour of hearing you sing tonight when they have another feast for the birth of Sir Ranulf's and your lady's son."
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"My twin sister, Fionn was much the same but we did not teach her fighting with a long sword. However, she found a way to learn because she was determined." He shook his head watched the young girl run towards the ring. "Aye, I think a spare between the two of us... and I suppose humoring the little hellion." He supposed that Brenna would make a good wife down the line but, he did not like the idea of being married so soon. The young man would come and visit but he would probably not wed her for atleast another ten years if not more.
Picking up a wooden sword, Dermot looked over to Sir Joesph before seeing Brenna having a hard time picking up another of the same sword.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 25, 2011 8:33:05 GMT -5
It wasn't so much different than home. Annora helped with everything from dying wool to cropping and it was much the same here. The difference was there were less people and no stone to keep the enemies away. She glanced at a few people and saw that the women were looking at her curiously but some were looking at her jealously. If she had her choice, she wouldn't be here either so they could just get over it. She entered the hut with Allison and saw a woman laying on a pile of furs. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair a messy and she looked extremely tired. And in her arms was a whimpering babe that looked newly born judging by the white paste like residue all over his or her little frame. Then there was a woman older than herself and Allison who seemed to be tending to the woman.
The woman on the bed looked at her. "You are the Chief's wife," the woman said and Fionn nodded.
"Aye...tis my misfortune," she said teasingly giving a smile. The woman seemed to be about the same age as herself, maybe even a little older but it was not by much.
The young woman laughed then winced. "I am Bevin, wife of Cedric. He is good friends with Chief Aron. It is time that man settled down," Bevin laughed then looked at Chloe."Is there anything else I need to ken Chloe?" she asked and Fi was aware of the lack of titles used. There was a sense of community unlike the home she had grew up in. No separation of classes. Everyone worked, everyone did what they needed to. It was definitely different.
Her being the chieftain's wife was just like Chloe being the midwife and healer. Just a title as an identifier. She glanced at Allison then back at Chloe and Bevin.
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Moira smiled. "Oh believe me you shall..." She sighed and then stood. "I should probably be heading back now. I have to help with tonight's festivities," she said then started to walk off. She paused and glanced back at him but then turned and started walking again. He might of flirted with her but he was for all intents and purposes a prince and princes didn't fall for lady's maids. She would be lucky to get a knight for a husband. As she went back toward the keep with her shawl wrapped close, she couldn't helpbut think about the northman she had just been speaking to. If only if only.
With a sigh, she came upstairs to her lady's chambers and saw her breastfeeding. "How is the wee one?" she asked curiously as she shut the door and hung the shawl on a hook before coming to the bed and sitting down beside Aisling, stroke the boy's dark head slowly.
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Joseph chuckled at her then went to the ring to do a bit of combat. "I hope you are good princeling," he teased and then adjusted his grip and gave a few practice swings before tapping the tip in the dirt only to pull it back up and wave around a few times.
Brenna huffed and gave up on the sword, just walking to the fence of the ring and standing up on the bottom rail so she could see better.
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Annora sighed as she massaged her sore back while trying to finish up the tapestry. She tired easily these days, her feet were always swollen no matter if she was standing on them or not and the keep was far to quiet for her taste. She was so used to Fionn and Dermot's bickering that to have them both gone left her sorely depressed. She sighed and cut some string then saw Darragh coming toward her. She lifted her head. "What are you up to sweetheart?" she asked in french, knowing how much he hated it.
"Da's coming. Says he's got a bad feeling and the witch woman's been spouting about Fionn being in trouble. Got him right worried it does," Darragh mused thoughtfully.
"I'm sure your father is just nervous because Fionn is travelling across the sea to the Norman territory and is scared for her welfare is all. Go on and do your studies now...I'll handle your father," she promised with a smirk before standing and adjusting her dress. She grabbed her shawl and wrapped it around her then walked toward the great hall just as her husband was entering. "Darragh told me you are all in a titter about something love," she mused as she walked toward him, her hand to her belly.
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 28, 2011 23:32:11 GMT -5
Since Bevin was cleaned up as Chloe was holding the new babe that had been born only the night before. "You are lucky, he is a healthy wee thing." The older woman of about twenty five said with a smile as she went to the new mother and put her son into her arms. The baby's eyes were blue as he was staring at his mother in amazing of seeing the world as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Smiling, Allison went over to where her older sister was standing to look at the new child and member of the clan.
It was one of the reasons that the clan did what they did. Most of the women were the workers when the men were gone raiding and so, they were the ones raising the next generation of the clan. Allison put the basket that she had been carrying with some gifts for both the mother and the baby. It contained some food but also a blanket, among other things. "It is good that the babe is healthy and you are as well..." Ally said in a quiet voice as she looked to her older sister, who had been the one to see many births. It had not helped that a month ago they had lost a friend but the child had survived. The father was the one to raise the child but she was being taken care of by a wet nurse.
Chloe looked to her new sister in law and eyed her for a moment. "I was told by my husband that you are a feisty young one with a bit of a smart alec mouth on you..." The other sister smiled both knowing that was what their brother needed in a woman but she did not say anything. "We will be on our way..." Chloe mentioned. "I will be back in a few hours to check on you and the babe... You should be able to walk around but, I do not want you to be doing anything for too long..." She paused. "Some of the women will bring you the evening meal so your Cedric can't expect you to be cooking or doing anything too stressful." The older woman said stubbornly as she ushered for the two younger women towards the door since the babe was asleep.
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"Until then, fair maiden..." Baldr grinned more to himself as he watched her going towards the keep but did not follow her. He would see the pretty young lady's maid later tonight and perhaps, he would also be tupping her that evening as well. He waved to her when she looked back for that brief moment as he looked to the stream for a moment and decide to be on his way. There would be another feast tonight and he did look forward to her singing.
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Looking up at Moira as the babe was finishing up with his breast feeding, with a soft burp. Her son looked up at her with wondering eyes. "My... you were a hungry boy..." She whispered as she stroked his cheek, she hoped that all would be well with the her son that would be the heir. Ranulf was quite happy about his son as well. "Oh, he is doing quite well..." He was fussing a little as she looked up to her dear friend and said. "Where did you go off to? I suppose that the place has been busy... Brenna was telling me of the two vikings but one of them is Dermot and he is not a viking." She laughed thinking her daughter too young to be have an arranged marriage but, she was not the one to make the decision.
"I have yet to meet him since I have been doing alot of sleeping..." Aisling mentioned before yawning.
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Dermot had to grin as he saw the young girl give up with a frown on her face that reminded him of his twin sister, someone that he did not know if he was going to see again atleast for awhile since she was going to Normandy. "Oh, I am much better then one would think." He gloated. "Just because I am a prince does not mean I was eating and being lazy." He teased as he readied himself with a determined look in his eyes as he circled a few things looking at Joesph for the sparring match as a few others were coming to watch with Brenna.
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He had a bad feeling of Fionn as he looked to his wife with ice blue eyes that seemed haunted. He trusted the wise woman but then apart of him did not. It was a strange feeling of belief and disbelief. "I do not like what old Martha is saying about Fionn that she has been takening by wolves and that she will live but it will be with demons... men and women of another world." He shook his head not knowing that it all meant as he went to his women and pulled her close to him.
The wind of the outside was chilling everything off and it seemed to blow throught the entire room when it was opened. "I am just worried about her, Annora... the same with Dermot going to Sir Raulf but... anything can happen while she is crossing the sea and with this weather." He shook his head slowly.
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