Of peace and quiet

[Lady Edfeil]

So much adventures had taken place in the last months of the year, spilling over even in the weeks of yule and preparations. There had been good excitement, the visits of friends, the preparations, the Christmas tree, the building excitement towards the announcement of the engagement. And yet at the same time there had been happenings that were nae as much fun. It had started over half a year ago with the attack on Kyle. It had seemed like an incident then... but during the last two months of the year, it had seemed like the castle was under attack.

Phelan had visited too, and his presence had definitely stirred up emotions. Sergeant Lan even bore a a wound of his blade, something she would nae have believed. And yet, she could nae help but think he had come to in reply to the troubles Windstorm was facing. They would need to find out why. And who. There was one in the dungeons who had the answers but now that the quiet seemed restored, she hesitated in addressing such. She would do it. She nae had shirked her duty in anything and would nae do so now.

But for now, she would strengthen and enjoy the peace and quiet, and the enjoyment of the meals. They had guests, a lady Katerina, and Brother Oswin. The last had offered.. requested even.. to make a small medicinal herbal garden next to the kitchen gardens and she had gladly accepted that request. Had she nae been worrying that their own stocks were running low and they would have to trade more than they were used to after the harvests came in this year? It seemed blessings came unasked for at times.
The tapestry frame had been brought down again, and the evenings would find her there again, enjoying the domesticity of the quiet winter months and the planning and preparations for the business of spring when trade would resume.

[Lady Edfeil]

They had decided nae to issue the Challenge. It had been a tradition in her Father's family to issue forth a Challenge inviting any who wished to contest the upcoming nuptuals of the king on the point of a blade. She understood how in earlier days, it would have been a show of strength, but honestly she had nae looked forward to putting her fate on the stroke of a blade or to pay for their wedding at the cost of blood. She'd been so grateful that Gregor had agreed with her.
There might be a tournament in the months leading up to the wedding. She knew she had obligations to rank and duty, and that the wedding could nae be a quiet moment with friends alone. She nae was one to protest against the demands of such, yet... she knew how overwhelming a whole week of celebrations could be, nae just for her, but for the guests that would attend. And yet so many things belonged to tradition. But what iffen they just .. put certain matters earlier in the months? A tournament in August? A diplomat's ball or banquet in May? The wedding itsself in October?

She would need to make decisions soon for this year. And she would need to make certain Windstorm was safe before she did such. She had taken a risk in holding the Yule ball and the betrothal with the threat of attacks still looming over them. They would need to know what was going on first.
And on a happier note... she needed to find out who that blonde Viking was that had kissed Dream!!

[sofia]

*raises roleplay eyebrows at rumors of a Married Paragon of Windstorm Virtue....being seen kissing someone who is evidently NOT recognized as her wedded husband, and giggles, wonderignhow that will play out*
(and knows darn well edie rather plan a weddign than ever hold one! *hugsw n giggles*)

[Lady Edfeil]

She was regaining strength again with each new day. For those who knew her well, it was undeniable that the experience had touched, perhaps even changed her. But day by day, she seemed to regain strength, refind a balance of contentment.
The large tapestry frame was up once more and the hall saw good meals, with family gathered in the evening. Somehow, her talk with Caera had done her good as well. Mayhap she had helped her friend, certainly she had helped herself.

And now there was a royal wedding to prepare. They had time, she assured herself, but the main events bore some thinking on already. A ball after? A tournament before? May? August? They needed something more. One more celebration throughout the year. Things to think about.
And orders needed to be placed. She had spoken to Ulbrecht about an order with a convent in Ireland for embroidered altar linens. But there was more, so much more that would need to be ordered and traded for. While Windstorm in essence would be her dowry, she nae had the chest of linens any more she had spoken of to Cara, that had been readied for her wedding since the day she was eight. Her father had well provided for her, here in Windstorm, but the mind of a man would nae think of such female matters. Mayhap.. it was time if nae to recreate the past, then to find such matters for the future. Mayhap.. it was time to call to the women of Windstorm.