Post by Lady Edfeil on Jun 17, 2009 10:19:28 GMT -5
(14:22:40)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
is in the Courtyard, and says to ALL: -seated on a wooden bench, his back resting agains the outerwall, his face sought the sun, the last of it afore the evening invaded Windstorm. He was pensive, smoke whirling from his pipe. He had been that way for some time now, and not a one man or woman chose to disturb him. Prince Sighehelm's ways were known by most. He was somewhere els. He chewed on the stem of his pipe-
(14:27:14)
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
is in the Great Hall, and say to ALL: *She moved about swiftly. Her trunk was brought down. It nae had much in it. Two dresses, three shifts, a cap, two different veils, some jewelry in a small box and her own soap, with the small marigold particles in it. The journey hopefully would only keep her in Beaumaris for one night, but the captain had assured her they would be leaving this evening.*
(14:33:01)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
is in the Courtyard, and says to ALL: -His eyes fif not take in anything around him, but were on the departure of the Lady Jessica. He wondered if he could have seen what had transpired, or would any man have missed it. Had there been signs? Sighehelm knew that the woman had developed a special liking for him, as he had for her. But the love she professed to feel for him had startled him. He was as any man, highly oblivious to what most had seen clearly. He had just attempted to convince Jessica that her ways needed........change. Then..........he was sure...... The tall Kent man got up abrubtly as his thoughts halted. And then what, Sighehelm. She would have been suitable? For whom? He scowled, his eyes looked up, seeking the windows to the great hall. His nostrils flared as his pensive mood turned to anger. NO! That had never been his intention! He would not have wed, not if the woman had not been Edfeil. Any other projection of his creative mind was ludricous!-
(14:37:58)
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
is in the Great Hall, and say to ALL: The last thing she had added were a pair of gloves, of the softest white leather, embroidered heavily with gold thread and seed pearls. It would have taken an embroiderer several months to finish just the one pair. They were lined with the softest linnen, andnae provided much warmth, but were intended more to convey status while riding. It was a way mayhap to compensate for when she rode her Molly, even though the mule would nae make the journey. It was too short a travel. She had nae send word ahead of her coming, aside from speaking to Princess Alys yesterday. The visit needed to be swift and quiet. It was a delicate matter. Captain Tyrun seemed to have offered to lend his ships to the transport of the refugees. But she had not been given any tiding on such. And she needed to know iffen her friend needed coin....
(14:43:58)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
is in the Great Hall, and say to Edfeil Stormblade de Ruom: -His eyes did not leave the windows for near 3 minutes, then as he tried to controll the turmoil of strange and even stranger notions within his mind, he proceeded to make his way to the great hall. Men would greet him respectfully, woman smile , lowered their eyes in some cases and did equally so. Sighehelm just nodded to each and every one and barged in. The displeasure with his own folly not abated yet - Pebblemyne, am I a man blind to the affections of women? -If he had been the one watching, he would have laughed, for the content of the question was to abrupt, to..........dislodged from any to be expected question from his lips-
(14:47:43)
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
is in the Great Hall, and say to ALL: *She looked up from the small cloth bag in her hand and canted her head, giving her time to make certain in her mind she had heard the question correctly. But even when replayed the same strange words seem to come at her. What did he mean? Was she nae open enough with her love. She knew she was more restrained than many women around. She was of the old ways, uncomfortable to too open showings of romantic preference. Was he displeased with her? Her eyes went down for a moment to the fastening of the bag as she managed to fidget it closed* Ah.. I nae... that is I nae have noticed ye being blind in any way save where courtesy makes ye chose to be such...
(14:50:50)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
is in the Great Hall, and say to Edfeil Stormblade de Ruom: -He greeted, his arm before his chest, the hand open over his heart. His present state of mind did not allow him to see the confusion his question had created. The pipe in his other hand he sat down next to her, on the edge of his own chair, looking at her intently- Then why is it I do not see love in the eyes in one who professes to love me? ((~grins as this gets messy.......ooooooooooooooooooh~))
(14:54:57)
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
is in the Great Hall, and say to Sighehelm of KentWindstor: ((You are just evil!))
(14:55:13)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
is in the Great Hall, and say to Edfeil Stormblade de Ruom: ((me, I am cute!))
(15:00:05)
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
is in the Great Hall, and say to Sighehelm of KentWindstor: *Her eyes lowered, lashes veiling her gaze at his words. She would reach out, sh would show him, but the abruptness of her tone froze her on the spot. Was it because she had nae yet started the bethrotal negotiations> S he had wanted to. God knows she had wanted to, but with war, and striving kingdoms around them, the entire year she had given everything she had to keep Windstorm at peace. Everything she had. Had she nae given enough to him? Had she made him doubt her affections. But he must know. He nae had complained. He had seemed happy in her company. Seemed. He was a man to courteous and to above petty reactions to come to her with every discontent. But mayhap it had grown too much to stay silent. Mayhap she nae had been.. enough for him. There were others who could offer more. Women of greater passion. Of greater.. freedom. Of greater beauty.* Mayhap it be a woman's way nae to offer too much proof lest she be thought unchaste? *she offered carefully, trying the words her mother had spoken to her long ago.* There be a time and a place for all Prince of Kent. *the title was one of formality, part of her ways, and part of her armour*
(15:07:23)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
is in the Great Hall, and say to Edfeil Stormblade de Ruom: -He raised himself and walks to the window, looking out. His memory shows him a woman with red hair, hair like a flame, enticing, beguiling, and yet to him, her passion, her intense presence had always been......too overpowering. He would have taken her, owned her, but like a prize, never like a woman. And yet, this woman had told him, she loved him. Had told him she would leave because she could never have him. he herd the words she spoke, but his question had in part not been to her but to himself. And so his answer yet again seemed disjointed- Lady Jessica, she has left. We ............She thought it best to depart. -He he curses- I will never understand women. Why is it they hide what should be seen. Why is it we need to guess? I doubt the Lord God meant men to be oblivious to what should be so obvious, a woman in love with him! -The pipe clenched between his teeth, he clasps, yet again his hands behind him, The hand turn to fists, the frustration illustrated thus-
(15:14:50)
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
is in the Great Hall, and say to Sighehelm of KentWindstor: *She looked at him. If he had hit her, it could nae have hurt more. His eyes are nae even upon her but out of the window, following another woman. A woman who had proclaimed her love for him. A love that he had seen.. too late? But was it too late? Should duty hold him where the heart would long to follow another? She was cursed. Had she truely believed this time would be different? She could hear the words of other women in her heard. THeir advice. They would tell her to fight for what she wanted. To take what was hers. But that was nae.. her way. She had needed to change so much already to be queen. She would nae change this one.. part of herself. Windstorm needed an heir. She would wed. If nae him then another, but God knew she would do her duty. Her eyes lowered and her hands fisted at her side as she looked at his back. No contracts were signed. And she nae would hold him against his will.* Naught is lost yet for her. *She said, forcing her voice to sound, managing naught more than a whisper.* Forgive me... I must.. tend to.. *she turned swiftly, moving out of the great hall blindly but with swift dignity*
(15:23:05)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
is in the Great Hall, and say to Edfeil Stormblade de Ruom: -It did not dawn on him that she had left. His mind still on the departure of the lady. It is when her turns, sees the door close that he actually registers her words. His face shows his confusion. Naught is lost for her yet? He fails to inderstand utterly, yet where the content is a riddle to him, the delivery, her whisper does alarm him. He follows without hesitation as he would foillow her into the fires of hell. - Edfeil.........-Her name like that he seldom uses, for it is not his place yet, not yet. She is his queen, the one he courts, ythe one he loves, but she is not yet Edfeil to him, as he is not yet Sighehelm. THeir betrothal will allow him to call her thus. And as such he uses her name, now, naked, without title as it was given to her by her parents, in the face of God. - ...I.........stay! -it a command, then changed into a pleas by the added word - please? -He walks up to her, eyes searching her posture, her state. wishing to understand why she wispered the words she did, what they meant- Why is naught lost for the Lady Jessica?
(15:23:30)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
is in the Great Hall, and say to Edfeil Stormblade de Ruom: ((~smiles as this turns in to intense but goooood rp!))
(15:33:18)
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
is somewhere in the Castle, and says to Sighehelm of KentWindstor: *She stood in the hallway, halted by the order before it even had turned into a request. She was a woman shaped by her upbringing to obey, nae matter how she rose beyond such when duty required it. There was anger within her at his question. She leashed it tight. Tight. Why did he come? Why would he ask of her to say it. Would he nae even leave her her dignity? She would nae fall apart. Nae before him. She remembered last time he had gone. She had held on so tight that near hysteria had felled her one night in the pit. Illness had wrecked her body where her mind had nae wished to let go, She had learned discipline since. Had had to. But may God have mercy on his soul for torturing her like this.* I nae hold on to what is nae mine, Prince of Kent. I have become a queen, nae a thief. There is naught to stop ye from going to her. Naught that will harm the.. friendship between Windstorm and Kent. I would wish ye to go after her and repair what is broken before it is too late. *She managed to even lay some warmth in those last words. But she turned abruptly and nodded to Sergeant Lan to let her pass into the infirmary where she could at least mercifully close the world out behind her*
(15:40:43)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
is in the Infirmary, and says to Edfeil Stormblade de Ruom: -He looks mlost, like a little boy. Like one of the you would be knights when he speaks of things which are really beyond their grasp. He hears the words but it takes minutes for him to digest the string of words she just spoke. he looks at Lan, makes a gesture a man would understand, and follows her- Pebblemyne, ye believe me to wish the heart of the Lady Jessica? You are wrong, my heart hath no room. It is occupied. taken, under siege, and I did not even try to fight my assailant. She is beautiful, strong, gentle, soft......she goes by the name Edfeil of WIndstorm. But she does have the strangest niotions. -with that he pull her to him, preparing to struggle her, fight her in the mood she seems to be in- You misunderstood, Pebblemyne.
(15:45:03)
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
is in the Infirmary, and says to Sighehelm of KentWindstor: *But there is no fight within her. And this time it was she who seemed deaf. Only sadness. She should have known. She had done her best so much to avoid the Seer. She had nae tempted fate, but the curse was upon her. It was foolish was it nae to refuse a perfecly good husband when he married ye out of duty. It was more than most women could expect. A sign of a good man. A decent man. A man who stood by his word. Why then did she feel like a small child ready to throw a toy to the floor because it was nae exactly as she wished it to be? She had nae done so as a child. To restrained even then to allow dissapointment to break something. She simply shook her head* I be tired, Sighehelm. And I need to prepare for the journey to Beaumaris. I can nae miss the tide. Pritthee. We can speak of it another time. I will send a missive to the Lady's mother so she does naught in haste. Pritthee...
(15:47:39)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
is in the Infirmary, and says to Edfeil Stormblade de Ruom: _ He hears her voice and knows now is not the time to correct her. He will tavele with her, not a moment from her sight, and so he nods, kisses her brow like you would a child, or a much loved spouse, then releases her- very well, Pebblemyne we will speak on it later
(15:48:22)
Sighehelm of Kent
Windstorm
Through fire to honor, bound to God
: Leaves...
(15:51:39)
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
is in the Infirmary, and says to Sighehelm of KentWindstor: *She nodded, utterly numb. And the image that floated in front of her was that of Jessica Douglas, of Xavier Douglas, of Nichole Douglas. Bold, beautiful women. With royal blood in their own veins and nae bound by the same constraints as she. They would be a more.. fitting bride for certain. After he had left, she just did the next thing, packing a pouch with medicinal powders, the last thing to what she had already packed. Now it was just.. waiting for the tide.*
(15:56:16)
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
: Leaves...