Getting To Know You!

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

((Note: This is a free-for-all RP for the boards. Anyone who fancies jumping in, you're more than welcome, a way to get to know others that ain't met yet or those who already have, it's all good.))
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Location:- Private Chambers
Time:- 6:30am
Weather:- Clear Skies/Sunny

-::- Life. It can be as complicated or as simple as one makes it. The old count each peaceful day as a blessing, the young fritter those days away and often end up complaining. Some go along in life without a worry in the world and with no need for responsiblity, for not a single bump or blemish marks their path. Then there are the down trodden, the ones whos lives seem to be full of woe and concern, their path is littered with pain and at times, regret. But then - then there is Adel de Blakeland, and the scales of life never quite know which direction to fall with her. Up or down or level?! Each day brought a different sense of balance. Today though, today was a good day! -::-


-::- Breezing across the room, bare feet tapped down lightly against the floor when moving over towards the window. The tips of her slender fingers grasped the handles of the wooden shutters, and she swung them open in one fell swoop. In an instant, rays of sun light beamed through and filled the room with brightness and joy! Inhaling deeply through her nostrils, her nose flared, before she exhaled to declare -::- " Ah, what a glourious morning " -::- spoken with a perfect English accent, upper class, of course. Each word pronounced, just as it should be, none of that commoner corner cutting which was beginning to destroy the beauty of the English language. Was she a snob? A little, oh alright, a lot. Breathing in the fresh morning air, there was a mixture of manure with it, something she had already grown quite use to. For the chambers she had been provided was positioned above the stables. And what fond memories she had of this very window and the stables below, the past would remain in the past though, it was time to make new memories. Clapping her hands together loudly, she suddenly spun sharply on her heel and marched ceremoniously over to some hefty looking boots, which were neatly sat side by side near the door. Slipping into the boots with little effort, she hummed cheerfully to herself while tightening the leather laces. Giving a satisfying nod, she stamped twice to be sure the boots were firmly in place. Yes, she definately had a height complex, the soles of the large boots added at least two inches to her short stature. Blue hues briefly sweep across the room, to ensure it was neat and tidy, and naturally, it was. If there was one trait she had inherited from her Mother, it was cleanliness. Happy with the chambers in the state it was in, which was spick and span, she left the confines of the room and went walkabouts. -::-


Location:- Stables
Time:- 7:00am
Weather:- Cloudy/Sunny Spots (Typical British weather, changes in the space of 30 minutes)

-::- Arriving at the stables with a spring in her step, she greeted the stable boy she had come to know with a broad smile. -::- " One prays this morning finds you well " -::- she offered, and then continued on her merry way. The Castle was full of many wonderful different people, she was yet to be on a personal name basis with a handful, no, not even a handful at that! Using this beautiful day to explore and generally enjoy the Castle, she hoped upon hope that she might bump into some of the occupants of the Castle or even those who were merely visitors OR even simple workers who came by either day or night. But for now, she was content tending to her dear friend, Dante, her steed. Pure black was he, save for his silvery mane and tail. And she had approached his stable box, and was leaning casually over the door, stroking his large snout. -::- " You are such a magnificent creature, and you so know it, do you not? " -::- speaking to the beast in an affectionate manner. Hmm, it is quite possible that she showed more compassion towards this animal than she did most humans, true story. For now though, she would remain by the stables, paying some much needed attention to Dante.-::-

[Dream Loxley]

Her voice was gentle so as not to disturb or frighten either the horse or yourself.

"Indeed he be as such and aye.....methinks he knows." The smile genuine as she approached, carrot in hand. "Mayhaps he be partial to these also M'Lady."

Dressed in a simple gown with an apron covering most of the fabric, her hair as always fighting to stay within the confines of several combs, stray locks framing her face, she could have been a peasant woman or Servant.

"I be most honoured to greet ye at last, having heard much from the twins and my Queen of ye.......Loxley be my name.....Dream Loxley, Wife of Robin and Chatelaine of the Castle."

The description given from Millie and Mollie was far from correct for you were stunningly beautiful and with such soft, gentle skin, obviously of true Noble birth. Dream would not pry nor would she mention the dungeons for the Hawk was as ever valiant in his efforts to protect their home, but hoped to get to know more of you in time.

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

-::- Upon hearing the softly spoken words, she immediately turned her head to seek out who the voice belonged to, as she did not recognized it. Oh, and who was this, was among the first thoughts that ran through her mind when setting eyes on the woman. Whoever she was, she came bearing gifts in the form of a carrot, which was always a good sign. A warm smile was offered in return, and her eyes would not deceive her, for they too lit up with a joyful honesty at this meeting. Though she could be quite a fuss pot about appearances, there were no tell-tale signs that she was looking her nose down at the humble garb that the woman wore. Shifting somewhat on her feet, she turned the direction she was facing completely and made a friendly sweeping gesture with her hand, giving the impression she was inviting the woman to come closer. -::- " You may feed him, if you so wish " -::- Of course, she could have taken the carrot from the woman herself, but she was giving the woman the opportunity to interact with the fine horse. It was actually an attempt at being nice, far from admitting it, she did so love the company of others, but often managed to drive people away from her with an unknown force that she did not know she possessed or even how she repelled them, it was a simple and sad fact, not everyone could tolerate being around her. Yes, but some could take her, in small doses. -::-


-::- There was no need to be wondering who this woman was any longer, for she had quite freely introduced herself, how marvelous! But what was this? She had already heard about her. Hmm, and just when her mind had settled, her thoughts were now racing from one to a dozen. Though she would like nothing more than to blurt out: " What have you heard?? " she managed to bite her tongue and hold back from doing so. It was true, she could have heard one of many things, she hoped all good. Lifting her arm, she now rested her elbow on the lower half the stable door, looking rather casual, maybe setting the tone of being at ease with another. -::- " Dream Loxley, an absolute pleasure. Quite an unusual and unique name you have there, if I might be so bold in saying " -::- her words held no malice, she was truly just intrigued by the name. Clearing her throat, she now introduced herself, even though the woman stated that she had already heard of her, she felt it polite to return the gesture and well, make it official: -::- " I am Lady Adel de Blakeland, formerly of Blakeland Manor, currently residing at this wonderful Castle - Windstorm. " -::- It almost sounded practiced, perhaps it was, half of it at least and the pitch of her voice had gone up a notch, how queer. It was only now that those blue hues discreetly began to trace over the woman's form, it was a habit that she most certainly needed to get out of when meeting new people.-::- " May I ask, how long have you been here, at Windstorm? " -::- that smile had still not faded, if anything, it grew brighter! And why wouldn't she feel pleased? Good weather, good company...so far, the English weather was so unpredictable, English women...equally so!-::-

[Dream Loxley]

Dream accepted the invitation without a moments hesitation, eager to stroke the muzzle of the new horse she had come to both respect and admire over the last few weeks. She smiled and murmured softly as he took the carrot with enough slobber to wet her hand. She spoke with pride yet stayed focused on the horse for the moment, rubbing the flat of his head and scratching behind his ears.

"Ah me name be a gift, 'tis nae the one given at birth M'Lady......a long story one day mayhaps to share....."

She took another carrot from a large pocket within her apron and offered it to the horse, whispering that it was the last treat for this day at least. Finally turning and stepping back a little to allow the beast a snort and shake or two of his head, she smiled as she took in the woman before her.

"Yer name nae be one I am familiar with, nor yer home but I am happy to know of such iffn ye wish to tell. I hope yer time here be one of contentment and comfort........I arrived much as ye have just past 10 years ago M'Lady, in fact my Queen gave me a celebration recently that created enough memories to carry me forth for another decade methinks." Laughing softly at the notion, she was genuine in her thoughts and feelings, as always there were no airs or graces even if she was a titled and wealthy woman in her own right.

"I hear tell ye have met young Perran, our delightful and most capable stable hand.......and Cara tells me ye enjoy the Hall of an eve. She does cook up a hearty feast, we are blessed to have her. In time I am sure ye shall get to know most of the residents here........iffn ye are to stay a while longer." Her last words more of a question that did not really need an answer for she was simply being polite. She also hoped to put the woman's mind more at ease for she seemed quite guarded and perhaps just a little aloof.

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

-::- Graciously steps to one side, giving the good woman more space to feed the horse, she had kind of been lazying against the stable door afterall. A carefree and rather childish laugh escaped her when seeing the saliva slop onto the woman's hand, the sound of chomping soon followed, not on the woman's hand...but the veg, thank goodness. Well, she had certainly won Dante over, with not one but two carrots! Watching on with great delight, she says: -::- " A gift. Interesting.. " -::- in reference to the name Dream. And she would like nothing more to investigate further as to why the woman had accepted such a gift, and why give up the name given at birth? Names were such personal things. Indeed, her mind run amok with wild ideas. But she said no more on the matter, for the woman herself had said that possibly the story could be shared, if they came to know each other on a deeper level, maybe. But now her own name and home came into it, and apperantly she had no qualms about sharing a few tidbits:-::- " Perhaps it is a good thing that you have not heard of my -former- Home " -::- and she emphasised on the word former. But there was no distinct sign to show whether that the remark was a joke or not, even after she roared with laughter at her own words, it did not help decipher if she was being truthful. Once the laughter had faded, she continued with: -::- " Blakeland Manor is located within the lush lands of Wiltshire.* Maybe you have heard of it? It has drawn in quite a number of visitors in years gone by, thanks to those bizarre stones that stand upright. Unfavourable crowds, I might add. Yes - - " -::-she paused for a brief moment, her words trailing off, before she added with a sense of darkness, her head tilted forward and her gaze was slanted:-::- " ...Druids " -::- her voice was hush, as though she had said something taboo. It gave the impression that perhaps she had an unfair view of such people, but it was just her opinion. After which, she stood up straight, the smile curling the corners of her lips again and finished with:-::- " Those blasted stones, nothing but an eyesore on the beautiful landscape, if you are asking my opinion! " -::- nodding her head matter-of-factly, and she animated dusting off her hands, as though there was nothing more to be said on that matter. But then took a very relaxed posture, grasping her hands infront of herself.-::- " Your Queen is a very thoughtful Queen, it does not surprise me that she arranged such a celebration. Truly, I am sure you already know this, but you are most certainly fortunate to have such a Head looking over you. " -::- No word of a lie spoken, her words coming out with ease.-::-



-::- Shifting her attention away from Dante and the woman, her eyes drifted across the stable area, actively seeking out this stable boy named Perran.-::- " Is that what his name is " -::-she sounded quite distant for a moment.-::- " He has been quite efficient, indeed. If it is the young man I am thinking of. " -::- the smile had vanished for a time, but her cheeks flexed and the smile soon returned when her attention was drawn back to the woman.-::- " Yes, your Cook sure knows how to rustle up a grand feast, I whole heartedly agree and have had the pleasure of devouring a number of well prepared meals. " -::- After a long lingering silence, she met her eyes level with the woman and she began to say:-::- " I have met a number of interesting people in the Hall. One of which has been Sir Hawkmoon... " -::- and she approached her next words cautiously:-::- " .... a very serious fellow, is he not? On an occassion or two, I feel that I have got on the wrong side of him. " -::- those piercing blues eyes flicker away in another direction, a sign of shame, regret or confusion? Again, it was not obvious what she was feeling, her expression was well guarded.-::- " Oh! " -::- she exclaimed without warning, diverting the subject. Reaching towards Dante with her hand, she patted him heavily against the side of his thick neck.-::- " Where are my manners? This is Dante. Dante means enduring or to endure, he certainly needs endurance when he has a Mistress like me, am I right? " -::- For the third time she laughed again, another very different sort of laugh, a not so well hidden worrisome laugh that that sentiment might just hold some bearings.-::-



((*Note* When I first arrived at Windstorm, I said that Adel was from Hampshire, but I meant Wiltshire!! *End Note*))

[Dream Loxley]

((All Shires together and most beautiful in their own right. Note noted )


Never one to judge another on first meetings nor clothing, Dream decided then and there that their guest obviously had problems, both past and perhaps present. Everyone had skeletons....some buried so deep they would never rise again, some just beneath the surface of life, threatening and pushing just so far as to make their presence known. Adel had skeletons that seemed to be tugging at her very being.......Dream felt a pity within her that one of such beauty and grace should be so troubled, yet she kept her thoughts hidden while she washed her hands in the horses' bucket and wiped them on her apron. With a slight tilt of her head she spoke again.

"Ahh ye must mean the Henge.....the circle of stones aye.....such be so old some say they have been there afore even man was created." She said no more of them for her own opinion had always been one of fascination and magic when she had stayed there with Thomas and the Gypsy family so long ago now. She smiled at the memory, absently wiping her hands again on the fabric of her apron.

"Perran be the one with such curls in his hair, he oft gets teased by the twins......he came to us when his Grandfather passed away.....Lady Beren and myself took it upon ourselves to teach him his letters and such.....he has a gift fer horses and all manner of animals, a gentle touch they seem to be drawn to." Nodding at her statement she smiled and continued.

"The Hawk we call him......Sir Dorian......and indeed a more serious fellow ye shall nae ever meet, unless ye bump into Lord Dieter when he be in a brooding mood." She chuckled at the idea and turned again to stroke the magnificent beast before her."He has a heart of gold though, Dorian.......and would give his life fer those he loves.......much as yer Dante here but I doubt he has to endure ye M'Lady, ye have taken good care of him, one can see such be true." She scratched his ears again and felt the contentment within him, wondering just what tales he could tell of his Mistress' past.

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

-::- The woman had shared her opinion on those strange stone placements, and she was extremely tempted to debate that opinion. Created before man? That's sheer blasphemy! Indeed, she had strong beliefs, often never holding back to let others know of them. If anything seem to clash with what she held dear, she would either not allow it to hold any value or dismiss it completely. Perhaps that was an ignorant approach on her part and held her back from learning and expanding her mind, but it was something she was stuck in, yes, she was stuck in her ways, but maybe it was the only solid and consistent thing she had to hold onto, and did not want to see it crumble. This was one of those situations where she found herself battling to keep her mouth shut. 'Let it go' she told herself in the privacy of her mind 'You are a guest here, act as such, you have already annoyed enough people. The good woman is entitled to her own opinions'. All the time these thoughts were flooding through her mind, she was standing perfectly still as a statue, with a big silly smile on her face.-::-

-::- Again, at the mention of this Perran fellow, she began to actively search about the stable areas with her eyes. Yes, it had been the young man she had been thinking about, he had been kind and polite to her ever since she had arrived and she had hoped he was not the one she had shoved when she became hysterical one evening due to bad news received, he was such a sweet, sweet young man. Definately a soft spot for this Perran.-::- " How sad. And what of his parents? " -::-the words came out of her mouth before she had thought it through, it was a rather personal and sensitive question, one that Perran may not want spread around. Glancing back to the woman, there was a first glimmer of a true emotion to be found behind the windows of her soul, and it was compassion felt for the loss the young man had had of his Grand-Father, but if one were to blink one would miss this rare show of emotion, for it was gone in a flash.-::-

-::-Inquisitive eyebrows shot up high, and she asked:-::- " Were you aware that I arrived at Windstorm with not one, but two steeds? Plus a carriage, I might add. " -::- The question was asked for a purpose, she wanted to see just how much these people conversed with one another about the new guests and the going ons in their lives since arriving. From what she had observed thus far, the community seemed to be quite close knit. Not to say that it was idle gossip, but rather an interest to keep each other aware of individuals, on the basis that any threat or worries about an individual could be known and wide spread, but kept hushed. Though in saying that, if things were kept hush, the woman was hardly going answer without first using a degree of diplomacy. While she waited on an answer to that, she lifted her eyes skywards briefly. Those clouds that had been brewing and threatening a light shower had all but evaporated, which was a good thing, because she needed some sunshine on her skin.-::-

-::- As an after thought, and said with a distant and somewhat awkward tone:-::- " Yes, -Dorian- does seem to be a loyal man to the Home and people of it. From what I have seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears, at least " -::- seeming to have a more difficult time saying his name, whether it was simply down to pronunciation or something else altogether, remained unknown, unless the woman had a keen sense of others, of course. But yes, she had a struggle saying that name, not that it was a personal thing against Sir Hawkmoon, no, for he had expressed no bother when she had called him by his name some nights ago. It was names in general, she was yet to address the woman at all with her name, apart from expressing that it be a unique name, it was not a direct calling of, of such. That polite and gentle smile had made a comeback, and her hands remained infront of her, though the grip had tightened somewhat, chilly hands? Possibly. Infact, she had made very little movement at all, save for her glancing eyes and the turn of her head every so often.-::-

[Dream Loxley]

A moments silence ensued.......Dream left the horse to munch on his hay and watched Adel as she made herself comfortable on a straw bale, absently brushing down her apron, spreading her hands to be rid of any creases, remembering when she first met Perran.

"Oh 'tis a sad tale M'Lady.......his Mother was lost as she gave birth to him, and his Father managed well with the aid of the villagers, yet he too gave his life to protect both Perran and all of us when the Franks invaded."

She paused for a moment to allow the bitter memories to pass, lest she would give away her deepest feelings on those evil monsters. Taking a deep breath in before continuing with a soft smile.

"His Grandparents did a goodly job in his upbringing from then on, but alas the Grandmother passed only a few moons afore the Grandfather......and thus poor Perran found himself alone aged at only six summers. Twas Beran who first knew of him and his plight, the village elders thought his future lay within the Castle proper as he had such skill with livestock......and here he remains, much contented I hope and valued by us all."

She picked at a piece of straw, mulling over this woman before her......perhaps showing her kind heart for a moment, yet just as quickly hiding it behind this hard facade.....she was difficult to fathom, and Dream was definitely unsure of her intentions and motives for being here. The next question came out rather abruptly, was she challenging Dream....did she understand her position here....perhaps not, as she had stepped away from many duties now Cara was so capable and the Castle seemed to run itself with all working together. She tilted her head slightly as she looked up towards Adel.

"Aye...indeed I knew of such M'Lady....and ye have a companion also.....Goodman Jenkins I believe. There nae be much goes on within these walls that I nae know of....they do whisper and tell a tale or two." Dream chuckled lightly and smiled.....taking the opportunity of praising her homes defenses. "These lands be well protected by the Rangers, Lancers and Guards M'Lady, yet always there shall be those willing to risk life and limb to take from another that which nae be theirs to take, worse still even to take a life. Ye were right nae to travel alone."

There was more than a hint of nervousness about the woman, she did not seem quite sure of herself, even though she gave the impression of being in control of her thoughts and feelings......there was something quite wrong about her......or so Dream thought. Rigid, standing still......perhaps she was holding in her true feelings.....as she had been known to do, Dream had been informed of her antics and temper tantrums.

Dream did not speak further of the Hawk, it was obvious Adel was eager to know of him and actually saying his name aloud.....definitely an interest. Dorian was an enigma, a tortured soul with a past many would wish to forget, he was loved and admired by many and Dream was proud to know he called her friend. She loved him, always had and always would, Godfather to her Daughter and good friend to her Husband, she considered him as family and it was not her place to discuss him further. Adel would have to find out first hand, and such would be interesting to witness. She simply smiled at the idea and began to fold the straw over and over, giving her hands something to do as she Sun created dappled shade and dancing shadows about the Stables.

((Very much enjoying the challenge of writing with you....thank you for the opportunity )

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

" The poor young man has suffered many misfortunes - - " -::- speaking solemnly of Perran, the stable boy -::- " - - but through his loss, as heart breaking as it would have been, he has gained a strong and loyal family in Windstorm, it is true. " -::- And she did not doubt that for one second. Ever since she had stepped foot in Windstorm, she had been shown nothing but kindness, even when in the darkness of the dungeons she had been tended to with nourishing, good tasting food. The woman had taken a seat and appeared to be quite at ease in her presence. Narrowing in her eyes, she scrutinized the positioning in which the way the woman sat. There was another hay bale, just a little ways away from where the stable door was, allowing her hands to drop freely at her sides, she makes the short walk towards the hay bale and plonks her rump down. Adopting much of the same posture as the woman, she appeared to be mimicking her, but not to the exact. Hmm, she was just trying to be relaxed, working to the best of her ability, and not wanting to come across as on edge or shifty. Perhaps her efforts that she made did not go unnoticed, and this is why some would read her in the wrong way, such as suspicious or untrusting.-::-


" Yes, Jenkins, that is correct " -::- a certain fondness could be found in the way she spoke the man's name. Of course, it was not his first name, she had never and would never call him by his first name. Even when introducing him, he had always simply been 'Jenkins'. The way she saw it, is names had a personal attachment to the person, and she was not prepared to take the first steps to attachment, because it often lead to deeper feelings. But with Jenkins, she had allowed emotions to delve deeper, how could she not when she had spent so much time alone with the man.-::- " But he is no longer with us.... " -::-she added. When he had first left, she had completely flipped out. But she had taught herself a defensive mechanisms where by she could switch off, days after he had gone, she hardly even mentioned his existence. It was only when another brought him up that she would openly speak of him.-::-


-::- Hmm, talking of speaking openly, most here did just that. Then again, she couldn't see what was going on within the walls of their minds and there would be no telling what was held back. Asking questions though, it was something she did best. It had been drummed into her head by her Father that knowledge equals power, and this is how the habit came about of asking so many questions, constantly gathering information. It had almost become an obsession at one point. One never knew when information would come in handy. It ticked many off when she would answer a question with a question...thankfully, that was something she had been backing down from since arriving. And her dear Mother, her advise, that the greatest weapon a woman could have was her beauty. Combine both Father and Mother's little lessons in life, and that made for an interesting concoction.-::- " The village - - " -::- she finally had said, after having been sat there fiddling with afew strands of her hair, trying to put them back into perfect positioning-::- " - - I have visited it a number of times. But tell me, what do the commoners do for entertainment, other than drinking, fighting and cursing at one another? " -::- her tone carefree and jolly, but ah, she had let slip a slice of her uppity self, some might see the term 'commoner' as greatly offensive, others not so much so. Of course, she could have called them peasants, which definately was not a fair view. It was when she started to become 'familiar' with people too soon that she upset them, it had to be said, she was extremely socially awkward. One minute clammed up and allowing nothing to be seen or nothing to be let in and the next she would be attempting and failing to make a friend by saying TOO much. It often ended in heated confrontations. The balance was all messed up. She had done that with Sir Hawkmoon only nights ago, where she came across as tense or nervous and then after awhile of talking with him, she made a flippant comment which had disappointed the man and caused him to walk away from her. Rather than be 'herself', she was like a chameleon, when ever around the man if he was drinking mead, she too would drink the same as he had introduced her to the drink and she felt it was 'common ground', as oppose to when she is alone the decision is harder to make for herself. The friendliness that was being displayed to her by Dream was something she was trying to mirror by the way she spoke so frankly with the woman now, it would seem even down to the detail of the way the woman sat, it had been copied. It was all rather strange.-::-

(( I'm enjoying our role play too! Makes you think! lol ))

[Dream Loxley]

Adel seemed to become more comfortable as she too settled on a hay bale. Dream smiled and waited for her to continue to tell more of this man Jenkins, yet there was no more information forthcoming......manners prevented her from venturing further to ask yet she assumed there was still far more to this woman and her homelands than one would ever truly know. Perhaps they had a falling out.......there had been talk of mood swings and tantrums. She smiled again and picked at another piece of straw. Anything was possible with this one she mused.

"I am only sorry that I did not get to meet him personally, iffn only to give thanks for accompany ye and bringing ye here safely." Dare she ask more......."Mayhaps he shall return in the future M'Lady." There...she had at least sown the seeds.....then quickly moved on to the subject of the villagers......commoners.....hmmm. Dream was in fact one of those.....'underlings' that obviously gave annoyance to the woman, in all her glory and upper class nonsense. Adel was becoming rather irritable, much like an itch that needed scratching. Even Edfeil, with her Royal connections had more compassion for those beneath her station than this woman. It took a great deal of composure to reply and she chose her words with care lest she may cause offense.......Adel was a guest after all.

"Drinking, fighting and cursing hmmm......methinks ye have only met those of the Taverns or Harbour and such M'Lady......there be many a goodly man and woman residing in the village and nearby who we value greatly. I doubt many really have the time for entertainment as their workload be that of many an hour toiling in the fields or washing the linens, cooking, cleaning, raising children." Her eyes focused upon Adel, now seeing a woman very used to being spoiled and pampered, perhaps never having got her hands dirty and had to beg for food and drink.....or even make her own way through life....."None are worse than you or I M'Lady.....none are better, for they are simply different, each with their own path to walk in life.....of course some, like yerself mayhaps have had an easier walk, with the aid of money and such. I would nae be too harsh on any lest ye have walked in their shoes aye."

Her hands clasped together now....watching Adel, not liking so much what she saw in her and hoping that inside there was a decent and caring woman trying to be released.

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

" Yes, tis a shame that you were unable to meet Jenkins. I believe he would have fit in perfectly here. " -::-There came no hesitation when stating this fact. Jenkins was a silent, but loyal man. Loyalty was a trait that she had seen in many who reside and work for the Queen and Castle. It was something that she greatly admired, but kept it to herself for the most part. Although it had not been in the form of a question, in reference to Jenkins return or not, she felt the need to touch upon that subject, if only to brush it to one side and close a chapter.-::- " No. Jenkins shan't be returning. Not here, not anywhere " -::- she said quite abruptly, to allude that there was no question about it and that was that, end of. And her spine had become rigid as she spoke of such, her posture straightening, because she knew of Jenkins fate. As for her hands, they had taken place on her lap, her palms rubbing back and forth against her thighs. Chilly hands again??-::-


" O-o-h.... y-yes of course... " -::-she stuttered and stumbled over her words, dipping her eyes towards her booted feet, an inkling of remorse for the way she had spoken so flippantly of the common folk. The woman spinning her ridiculous ideas about such people and putting them back into perceptive. It wasn't that she did not have knowledge of the plight of those lower down the ranking class, it was more that she had little to do with them in the past and had this learned behaviour of looking down on them.-::- " I did not mean to suggest that the commoners were layabouts. Oh no, I am well aware of their hard labour and efforts " -::- Though she still referred to the people as 'commoners', she was doing her best to backpeddle, after having become familiar with Dream and spoke out of turn. The woman had somehow flipped a coin, so to speak, and was now seeing a new more docile side of her. No, infact, she was not a coin who simply had two sides, it was better said that she was more like an onion, with many layers, but what is to be found at the very core is anyones guess. Even though Dream had not used any harsh tones with her, she felt like a child scolded and put firmly back into her place. And she displayed as much too, for blue hues were still downcast and her thumbs had begun to twiddle anxiously as she sought the right words to say.-::- " Yes, yes... they do work extremely hard " -::-she said for a second time, fortifying this sentiment, so that there were no confusions.-::- " Mother once said that without the people a Kingdom can crumble over night. For they are like the very foundations of a tower, remove the lower half and the rest will topple " -::- Wow, that bloody well made sense too, it's a wonder she does not take more heed to her Mother's words of wisdom as oppose to the twisted ideologies of her Father, that reared its ugly head from time to time in her when she conversed with people. It was the first time she would mention either of her parents to this woman, seeing as they had only just met, so she would have no idea what the Mother or Father was like, unless of course she had heard from others what had already been spoken by herself. But she decided not to touch upon the comments made about walking an easy path and money, because quite ironically she was out of pocket herself now. One reaps what they sow. -::-


-::- Inch by inch, she lifted her gaze towards the woman and a sheepish smile appeared across her lips. And she continued on the subject of common folk, apparently all out to put things straight and right, because she had this horrible habit of driving people away from her after a short time in her presence.-::- " I observed the commoners when in Blakeland Manor, but had little to do with them, save for the woman who brought me my meals and who's name I unfortunately never came to use " -::- she shared, which might give a slight insight to the whole name issue.-::- " It is why I wondered what they do for fun. But you are correct, they are just like you and I, and one supposes they do much the same thing as we do, when it comes to seeking a jolly good time " -::- It could not be helped the way she spoke, like the common folk were of another species from herself, what with this observing lark as though they were penned animals behind fences... or was it that she had been the one penned in and watching out? The truth of the matter was she had been kept separated from these types of people for the majority of her life, the common folk probably had enjoyed more freedom and understood how to have a good time more than she could. -::-


-::- The tapestry of life had brought her to Windstorm, even this conversation was like fine fabrics being woven together to determine a pattern, an outcome. And she was now determind that that outcome would be a good one. The woman had said she had arrived in much the same fashion as herself but had gone into no further detail, and so her next question made sense to her, an attempt to find some common ground with Dream perhaps. Asked with a sense of sensitivity:-::- " What exactly brought you to Windstorm, if I may ask? " -::- Of course, it was a question that could warrant a sarcastic response, something she herself might have jumped upon to poke fun at the expense of another. Yes, the woman could indeed answer as such, like: " A horse brought me here " or " My feet carried me onto the path " ... and maybe she deserved such an answer!-::-

[Dream Loxley]

Not here...not anywhere..she had said.....the words flowing without any doubt as to their meaning, yet what did they actually mean. Earlier she had also stated matter of factly that He is no longer with us Dream frowned slightly as she imagined all kinds of things, her stomach actually churned as the reality struck. Had she killed the man.....this abrupt, high and mighty woman. This guest who seemed to have no care for any below her station, if in fact she truly had a station.....who was she, where did she come from and had she really done away with her companion....well....if such had been who he was. Dream swallowed and contemplated her thoughts. Adel would be capable, she had no doubt of that, having heard of the tantrums and the weapons....oh my.....more than capable.

"Oh......" was all she could really say, lest she would actually accuse the woman. "Oh." There is was again....that simple, silly word that had so many meanings it was just.....well.....silly. She shook her head, more to disperse the horrid images of the man, even though she had never seen him, and all the other awful thoughts that were forming about their guest......no, there would always be doubt, she nodded then, to reaffirm that.

And now only moments after her abrupt statement, here she was almost cowering whilst trying to explain her thoughts and feelings regarding......commoners. Dream was even more confused, her hands were damp, she rubbed them over her apron again. She found herself listening intently as Adel spoke further, still giving little away yet she had parents, a Mother especially that obviously made a large impact on her upbringing. If only she would share more, perhaps Dream would understand better. Of course Adel was so right about foundations and all they entailed.

"Indeed M'Lady......Adel....iffn I may, for yer name be so pleasing to speak aloud....aye, every size stone and rock has its place, and without such the larger ones would become unsteady.....ye are so correct in yer description. Yer Mother be a wise woman." She found a smile then as she spoke of Mothers, daring her mind to bring forth the only image that remained of her own Mother. "Aye......wise indeed.....fer one can nae truly work without the other." Perhaps she had been too harsh before.....speaking of those lower in rank, for it had obviously struck a chord in Adel. She was hiding so much, allowing it to fester, deep inside.....such was not healthy and possibly contributed to the mood swings and arrogant displays of emotions.

The next question came as a surprise.......how much or how little did Dream really wish to share......she let her eyes rest on Adel while she answered.....giving most of the information needed to explain her main reason at least.

"Ohhh.......why I came here.....'tis a tale Adel.....I was brought up by a kindly woman and her......well, he lived with her.....and I was to believe they were my parents." Dream kept her composure, not allowing her smile or her voice to falter, at least she hoped. "I found out that 'twas a lie.....fer most of my years there a lie, and that my Father had become a man of the cloth...traveling from village to village. I had much news of him and believed he had come to reside here in Windstorm. "Her face alight with both adoration and happiness as she spoke of her Father, she continued with more than she had intended to share. "He had in fact become a Brother of Lindisfarn Abbey, such be where I stayed a while and learned my letters and numbers....they were most helpful and aided me well in my quest.....thus arriving here and eventually finding him." Dream stopped for a moment before adding quickly. "Twas the most wonderful day when we both realised who we really were to one another......and as such my name.....ye asked of it afore....my birth name be Eofrith, but I nae know of that lass so long past now....." Her smile did fade a little then and her eyes dropped to look at her hands.....for the moment remembering, allowing only so much to surface...keeping the rest at bay.....until she breathed in deeply and let out a sigh, raising her eyes to meet yours again and allowing her own question to be asked.

"And what of ye Adel.....what path did bring ye here to Windstorm?"

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

" Yes. She was a wise woman " -::- Eager to agree with this compliment afforded to her Mother. Speaking of her Mother in such a good light had seemed to iron out the creases of any tensions that she had been displaying. Settling herself back against the wooden panels behind her, being that the hay bale was pressed against the stables, and folding her arms loosely across her chest with a wide smile to go with that relaxed pose. An energy of positivity flowed through her when ever anyone would mention good of her dear beloved Mother. And too right, what person would not want a Mother to be proud of, a Mother that one could speak only good things about? Indeed, when the mind was focused on the light of her Mother, the darkness dares not seep into her memories and the shadows of the past, though they lurk, are warded off and kept at bay. -::-



-::- This Dream was not half bad, she thought, she was beginning to have a liking for her, if only based on the mere fact she had spoken fair and in an agreeable manner when they spoke of her Mother....even though there were far more reasons to enjoy the woman's company. So unbeknown to the woman, she had just put her into a most acceptable mood, which made it far more easy to be attentive to the story that had been shared with her about Dream's family past. Alert ears and eyes remained transfixed on Dream as she told her tale, not once did her attention waiver. Every so often there was a change of expression as Dream reached different points of the story. A slight opening of the mouth in disbelief when hearing she had discovered the man she had thought to be her Father was not, a small gasp and sparkle in the eye when learning that her real Father had been a Holy man and then a broad smile when the story seem to end of a happy note that Daughter and Father had been reunited and had settled any concerns there had been. Clasping her hands together joyfully, exhibiting a true gladness for Dream's outcome in relation to her Father. Wow, she really had fallen at ease. When it was obvious there was no more that Dream wanted to add, she asked with a sense of keeness before Dream had got her question in about her own story: -::- " And where is your Father today?? " -::-Apparently having the desire to learn even more. But when noting the dip of Dream's eyes, which she felt held a certain sadness, but she could be wrong, she had wished that she could take the question back now. But it was too late, it was out. Shimmering to her butt to the edge of the hay bale, she reached in the direction of Dream and made a patting gesture with her hand, as if she wanted to lightly tap the back of her hand in a comforting fashion. But of course, the distance between them was far too great for any contact to be made.-::- " I am so happy for you that you managed to find your Father. And he be a Holy man at that, how marvelous. Seek and ye shall find, it was meant to be, the hand of God certainly guided you to him. Amen. " -::-The words spoken with genuine kindness, and it was a small gesture which would read that there was no need to answer the previous question if it was something she did not want to get into any further.-::-



-::- And then the same question had been asked to her, the ball returned in her court. Once again, what ever positive emotions had been seen in her eyes or face, soon faded and her face became as stone. Leaning back into the hay bale, she again folded her arms, though this time it was far more tighter. It was ironic really, she had asked the question first in the hopes that she could find some common ground with Dream, but her reasons were the complete opposite to the woman's as to why she had left her Home and come to Windstorm. Dream had set out to find her Father, only to be blissfully reunited and she on the other hand had come to Windstorm to escape the cruelty of her own. There was no point in beating around the bush, it was common knowledge to those who worked in close line with the Queen why she had come here, she had been thoroughly questioned not long after her arrival. But how could she best explain to this woman. -::- " Jenkins had filled my mind with the prospect of adventures on the horizon. And here I am... " -::-she began, but it sounded half baked. And there was a tinge of guilt, Dream had just opened up her heart to share a piece of her story with her, surely she should do the same, otherwise risk being disrespectful and unapproachable in future meetings. Inhaling deeply, she continued:-::- " The reason Jenkins suggested as such, was because my Father was not a very pleasant man. Not an easy going man at all. Though I had thoughts of escaping Blakeland Manor in the past, I had never quite built up the courage to do so alone. Did I even have a say in my own life? Do I? -::- At that point, she sounded confused, so many things had been put into her head, she didn't seem to know how to make decisions or at least know the right from the wrong choices.-::- " In my growing desperation, Jenkins made plans for us to leave but it had not proven to be an easy feat. " -::- There came a long breathing space, which might give the impression that she was not prepared to say anymore or that there was simply no more to share. But if there was any doubt, those doubts were put to rest when she went on:-::- " In all honesty, I did not think it possible to break free from my Father's strong grasp. But thanks to Jenkins, it was made possible. We travelled along the coast at first, and then journeyed inland, before diverting back to the coast. We had no intention of stopping and settling anywhere, for fear that my Father would track us. He is a resourceful man, you see. " -::- For the most part her voice had remained level when explaining her own story, but her voice would dip with forboding fear when ever she made mention of the Father. Of course, there was far, far more to the story. But apparently, she could not go on, because she clapped her hands loudly together and started to laugh....a blantantly obvious fake laugh. Side glancing the woman, she seemed to be seeking advise in her next words:-::- " Was I wrong to defy my Father? Was it his right to keep me where I was? "-::-but a heavy shrug followed, did she actually want Dream to answer those or not? It was unclear.-::- "And here we are now. You and I, sitting together and talking, here is where my journey has brought me so far...to this very spot. This is where our paths cross. Yes, I am here, in Windstorm. " -::- Speaking as though it sounded too good to be true.-::- " And I am most grateful for the refuge offered and kindness... " -::- smiles softly her words humble, standing herself up and strolling over to the stable door to peer in at Dante. For some reason, she was laughing, as she reached towards Dante and patted him gently.-::-

[Dream Loxley]

Perhaps they had experienced similar paths whilst growing up......Adel had not shared much by way of hers, yet there was something amiss......certainly men could be cruel, arrogant and harsh when a young girl needed guidance, support and above all else.....love. Dream had little of that shown by Hester's partner, in fact he never ever really spoke to her unless it was to berate her or inform her yet again of something she had done wrong, and oh indeed what punishment he would be dealing out to her before the days end. Hester was a good woman, a Motherly and kind woman, yet she stayed with him.......the brute of a man who beat them both for looking at him the wrong way.....

"My Father......aye......he took on the cloth when he thought me lost to him, such times were grave, he had no idea I had......lived." She swallowed then and found a smile as she spoke more of 'Daddy'. "His time here was complete, we shared a goodly while together but his calling was to teach folks of his beliefs and such was his path to return to Lindisfarne where he resides to this day. Of course he visits....in fact he came to see me when the celebrations were taking place." Dream stopped there, thinking perhaps it was time for her to return the visit.

Adel really seemed to have relaxed as she spoke of her own Mother more.....and the gesture towards Dream with the hand reaching towards her was accepted with a bright smile and a shift in position so she could relax more herself. The information shared further was so similar to her own life back then......a man controlling her, yet he was her own flesh and blood, such was so wrong, a Father should always be that pillar of strength, that endless ocean of patience and love.....support, encouragement all things wonderful, just as her own Father had been, all be it for a short time. Dream felt her heart ache as Adel described her past and that of Jenkins, and the 'escape'.

"Nae....twas nae wrong to go against him Adel.......ye had every right to leave and seek both adventure and happiness iffn ye were so unhappy and treated badly....and ye have yer own path to travel. Twould seem we have something in common. I believe truly that we all have a destiny.....that all the hurt and pain we might suffer shall surely lead us to a better place....be it here or on another plane." Dream smiled warmly. "Mayhaps yer destiny was to find us here and as such allow ye to find yerself and who ye may become. Take some time to simply be......and see where yer thoughts and feelings take ye aye.....there be many an opportunity here and I know Edfeil shall support ye with any decision ye make."

Her eyes were soft and her words gentle as she spoke.......now she was getting somewhere.....getting to understand a little more of the woman, and perhaps why she was as she was.....and again, how could Dream truly know another lest she wore their shoes.

"Pray tell me more of yer Mother.......I feel ye must have loved her greatly."

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

-::- Ah, so Dream's Father had continued on the path of righteousness and his Daughter had no qualms with him answering that calling. A smile plays on her lips, imaging that the pair had built quite a rapport with one another after their reunion, these thoughts were confirmed as Dream spoke fondly of their grand time they had spent together. The fact that the woman's Father was of the Christian faith made her somewhat more drawn to Dream, had it been any other belief, she would have no doubt felt repelled. Because unfortunately, she was quite judgemental in that sense, wrongly or rightly so. And for even she knew, Dream could very well be following a completely different path than her Father, so it was probably best that she had not delved deeper... for now.-::- " How terrible it must have been for your Father to have believed that your soul no longer sang to tune of life. And saddening for you to know that he had been lead to believe as such. " -::- Showing again, that indeed, she had a sensitive and compassionate side to her.-::- " One believes that the death of a loved one drives a person to one of two directions. Redemption, yes, actively seeking salvation from the Most High or a hatred... a bitterness...a longing....that slowly rots the core at the very fibre of one's being. Even though your Father's belief of your untimely demise was based on a cruel lie it seems, I shall thank the Heavens on this night that he was strong enough to overcome evil and join the force of goodness and love. " -::- Nods sternly, reenforcing these words.-::- " You have a Father that you can be proud of. "



-::- It was only now that she turned around, facing away from Dante and looking across at Dream once more. Standing there with an undecided pose, her left hand had cupped the back of her right elbow, so that her left arm closely guarded her chest, but at the same time her right hand hung casually. She listened to Dream's opinion on her Father, of what Dream had been told at least. Quick to fire an agreement: -::- " Yes! It was wrong of him, it was, yes! " -::- It came out snappy and full of defiance. Glad that someone had agreed that the pig of a man, that be her Father, was in the wrong and SHE was in the right. It gave her a buzz, a surge of energy, dare say power, that it was being confirmed that she was right and held the moral ground over a man who had been put up so high and above her....at the same time out of reach and void of love. Though she didn't express this feeling that she was getting, her left hand had dropped and she was nodding her head up and down almost uncontrollably. Both of her fingers had curled, giving the impression she might be gearing up for a fight. Well, if one could look into her mind now, it might explain partly why she seemed to clash with men. But as soon as Dream mentioned words such as 'destiny' and 'other planes', it apparently settled her down from what ever rant or ill words that were ready to explode about her Father at any given minute. The destiny thing did not fit with her belief, but she let it slide, assuming when Dream spoke of planes she meant Heaven or the realms where demons and angels lurk. Hmm, she certainly was colourful with her wide range and displaying of emotions that seemed to dip low and then rise again, unstable? No. Just lacking in the ability of self-control at times. But she would like to think that she had perfect control, indeed, she had confused most as to who she really was and what she was all about afterall, but that could possibly be down to her erratic behaviour. Did she even know herself?-::-



" My Mother... " -::- For what ever reason sounding surprised when Dream had wished to hear more. Walking away from the stable door, the tip of her ridiculously heavy boots made an appearance as she took bigger steps then required, almost kicking at the hem of her dress.-::- " Yes. I loved ...and love her more than words can truly describe " -::- Though her words were barely audible. But she spun on the spot, directing her gaze towards Dream.-::- " My Mother was a beautiful woman. I dare say that no woman could match her beauty! " -::- she declared loudly and quite dramatically. And it was not meant to be an offensive comment to other women, of course.-::- " Not even I " -::-she added, known to be a vain creature, this was a humble remark by her standards.-::- " She had charm, composure, etiquette, loyalty, love, goodness... " -::- As she stood there, rattling off a long list of fine traits, her fingers were counting them off one by one. And she continued for awhile, adding intelligence, virtue, patience, warmth and a number of other things. It didn't seem like the list would end, it was probably something that Dream had not expected. Obviously Dream would need to be more direct in a question about her Mother if she wanted to know more, apparently Adel was incapable of plucking a single memory, and had just mixed together all the good things she knew of her Mother as a character and wanted Dream to know and not forget about it. Finally, when it seemed as though she was out of breath, her next words were spoken with anger.-::- " And if any dare to say otherwise of my Mother, then they shall have to answer to me " -::- her finger pointing threateningly to the left, a meaningless direction, but a gesture full of promise nevertheless. Relaxing, she announces in such a manner that she would be fit for a stage:-::- " Her name -was- Adelaide Costello. " -::- Dismissing the fact that her Mother had been married to her Father, she used her Mother's maiden name. Lifting her chin high, her eyes then glance away and off in the distance. -::- " Hmm, would you like to accompany me for a walk to and in the gardens? " -::- It would seem that she was liking Dream more and more by the second, and did not want to depart from her presence at this current time. Did she want to bond further with this woman named Dream? It was looking that way. Often she had the inability to connect with people in an acceptable manner, she managed to do so with Mae...perhaps because Mae was not an easily angered person, and she had found herself a friend in Mae, which was a rare achievement. Both brows were now raised, anticipating a reply.-::-