Preparing for a Knighthood.......

[Dream Loxley]

As she looked up at the stars, Dream could not stop the smile that played across her lips. Memories of when she would sit here high upon the battlements with Robin as he held her closely and whispered the names of so many stars. She could not recall them all but several shapes always reminded her of those times long since gone. She pulled her shawl tighter and looked out across the lands. Several new ships were anchored within the harbour and a few others she could just make out on the horizon would be there by the break of day. An exciting time within her home and also a time to reflect on the importance of friends and family.

She had wandered through the village earlier in the day, that had become a place of filled with travellers eager to witness the forthcoming ceremony. The market had been brimming with folks selling and buying their wares, children played and colourful banners fluttered above the streets. It was a pleasing sight and had brought such laughter and fun to her aching heart. Her own children had delighted in the activities and as always gave her happiness amid her worries.

Her thoughts as so often, returned to Robin, the time of his own Knighthood. King Agustin had bestowed the title after Robin had proved his worth to Windstorm, her people and her lands. It had been emotional and uplifting as they all looked towards the future with open hearts and a promise of loyal service to the throne. Dream wondered of Kyle, how he was feeling after this long time of preparation. She knew he was ready and would serve Queen Edfeil with every fibre of his body. A goodly man, a strong and yet quiet man. Dream had yet to see him angered and hoped his title, although so greatly deserved, would not change him from the simple Blacksmith she had come to admire and trust as a friend. Her Robin had not changed from such an honourable title, nor had she. Beneath any highly decorative robes, there would always be a gentle and kindly woman who now, as she watched the stars wished Kyle courage, strength, compassion and always a safe place to lay his head.

The morning would bring even more chaos and excitement as the servants went about their chores. Some of the guests had already arrived and were now enjoying the hospitality of Windstorm, she knew they would always leave with full bellies and a tale or two to tell. Tomorrow would be no different and Dream looked forward to it, all the while wondering just what the day would bring forth.........

[Sir Kyle Draven]

he was sitting in his room and thinking about what was about to happen latter this day......was he prepared enough.....there was a difference in preparing and being prepared....you could prepare for anything, but actually being prepared is another matter.....sounds confusing, it is not...he was preparing for the Knighthood later today...have the new armor and threads...father's sword, been groomed well, but was he actually prepared....he thought not.....could be the nerves....he has been prparing for this day for a long time now and it is finally upon him. he did nae want to let any down or mess up....chuckles.....he set his clothing and armor out....looked to the sword over by the wall and he smiled softly....



twas along time coming....he had gave his personal oath to the Queen long ago when he first arrived....he was accepted into the home dispite his appearance at the time...but the night the stables were burned down and he saw the look pon his friend's face was the night he swore an oath to himself and then to her...once the stables were done being built he gave his pledge to become a Knight and now...here it is....the day of the ceramony.....so in answer to the question he posed to himself....was he prepared....the answer......

[Lady Edfeil]

((if people want, I could post the script of the ceremony here.))

[Sir Kyle Draven]

Go for it hun. ~hugs~ Would be great, thankyou. *S*

[Adara]

~There were reasons she had no traveled to Windstorm, but it certainly was not because she did not want to be there. She had never been before, and would have liked to see where Edfeil called home.~

~But at her own home, the plague had struck. And while she herself was yet well, corpses were piling up. It was not a good time for an heir-less Empress to conveniently leave the kingdom and swell rumors that she was dead. A high body count was one thing. One very tragic thing. But that on top of chaotic anarchy was quite another.~

~So instead, she wrote the the Queen, and to the new knight, and sent along gifts for both as well.~

To her most honorable and generous royal highness, Queen Edfeil:

I send my regrets that I could not attend the knighting ceremony myself. There are matters at home that require special attention. Our ports and gates are closed, but death still seeps through. I am yet healthy, however, and if it is the will of my supporters, I shall remain so. They are terrified I yet remain childless and thus, without a proper heir. I cannot speak such things to most, but you, I trust, will know my feelings.

With this letter comes a small portrait of yours truly. Just in case anything should happen, you shall not forget my face. And if I live and am able to survive this horrible sickness while others around me die daily, then others of your kingdom shall know my face when I come to visit Windstorm.

Yours,
Adara McCloud


~And then to the newly knighted Kyle Draven, whom she had seen once or twice, but never met, a letter more concise and formal was sent.~

To the most illustrious Knight, Sir Kyle Draven:

Sir I bid thee congratulations on attaining such an honorable position. From what I hear of thee, it is most celebrated.

In my stead, I have sent along a gift as congratulations. The horse the messenger rides is battle-trained and one of Enchantica's finest. A strong blue roan mare, two years old. She seems to be quite intuitive of her riders and I have no doubt she will quickly bond to any new rider. Her brother is one of my own and is only a little faster than she is.

Good luck, and fight true, good knight.

-Adara McCloud, Empress of Enchantica

[Sir Kyle Draven]

Kyle had recieved a letter from the Empress of Enchatica and upon reading it Kyle smiled and headed out to the stables and looked to the gift left by the Empress....once reaching the stables Kyle smiled happily and went to the mare and looked to her, he tucked the letter away in his tunic and rubbed the mane of the new mare and smiled once more....Kyle asked the messenger to stick around as he wanted to send his thanks to Adara....


{I am going to start a thread on the boards and have this be the jump off point for it. Till soon, all take care.....~hugs for any that want them~}

[Fa'ae ~A whisper in the wind~]

*Even under the clear blue sky with fluffy clouds drifting, the breeze sweep over the lands. Brother Sun shines and spreads his warmth and wonder over the world. The grass, flowers, plants over the hills and valleys bow lightly to the Sun and the breeze. Unseen for human eyes, and the world of man, still sensed like a gentle caress along the spine. Something moved, floated over the soil or perhaps with the soil even within.

Eyes with colours like black ponds, glanced up on the castle, watched it's gate. A few more steps was taken, feet's almost not touching the ground. Before the gate a breeze played, made the flags flap and dance. Greenish hand placed a old oak leafs on the ground, up on it was three blueberries, two Rowan berries and one acorn. Four sticks place like a star in the middle. For someone not familier with the fa'ae, the free spirits of nature this was mostly viewed as playful creation of a child. But odd it was placed outside, just infront of the gate. One with knowledge, one who had listen to the tale or even been spirited away would know or at least understand....

A greeting it was, a sort of honoring to the new knight.. from thus beyond the Mist, far from man yet so close. their presences was always near even if one may nae see them always.

A moment later the breeze is gone, only the message lay there in the sun, waited for the one to see. A playful breeze sweeped through the small grove, danced with the leafs and then everything as it was before, gone was the presences, gone was the ghostly taste..