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Post by Dream Loxley on Apr 22, 2004 4:43:07 GMT -5
*They walked hand in hand.....Ellissia skipping, almost dancing upon her small light feet. Her long hair was loose and flowing....so thick and dark, just as her Father's. When she turned and smiled....her dark eyes reflected his features....that grin was almost daring....cheeky and enchanting.
She did not stop with her chattering as they walked through the courtyard....what was that...where did that go...why was that there and who was he or she. So many question...so much knowledge yet to impart....her daughter was absorbing so much and yet it was hard to quench her thirst for learning.
Suddenly she stopped and tilted her head towards her Mother....her smile radiant and bright as she listened. It was a bird's song that caught her attention and she beamed when she told her Mother it was a Blackbird. Dream could only chuckle and reach down to her daughter, scooping her up into the safetly of her arms...agreeing and kissing her cheek. Aye....what a clever little one she is.
Clever but quite the heavy burden to carry of late....so with another kiss, she placed her down to the ground again....holding her hand tightly as they walked on.
Ellissia new the way..and as they neared the gatehouse..she pulled gently as her Mothers hand.....Dream let go...and urged her forward...she could do this last part of their morning journey alone. She was safe...surrounded by guards and all manner of protection....and she skipped off with glee, much to the delight of those guards who were keeping an eye out.
The little one bounced up to the gatehouse...the pigeon master was already peeking his head out from the door and he smiled when he saw her. Dream new they were slightly later this morning, but still held out hope...although of course any urgent letters or messages would have been delivered forthwith as they arrived.
Ellissia became quite coy for a moment and her small feet shuffled in the dust as she looked up at him. She did not have to speak.....and for her this was quite unusual, her constant chatter was known to all.
Her Mother chuckled softly to herself as she watched from a short distance away...... her heart so full of love...this little treasure of a girl having brought such delight and comfort to her. Growing more each day it seemed....and now grown enough to collect the morning mail on her own.......all be it within a Castle full of Guards and Rangers......but a good start to independence. She smiled and waited as the sun started to climb up higher in the skies....it was a lovely morning indeed, a new day to behold.*
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Post by Halethala on Apr 22, 2004 8:49:10 GMT -5
((*wistful, dreamy sigh* would you be MY mother?  What lovely writing . . )) |
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Post by Dream Loxley on Apr 22, 2004 8:55:52 GMT -5
(( *LOL* Thankyou for the compliment.....children grow up too quickly, mine have...but still I have such beautiful memories to cherish...and I can sigh wistfully too )) |
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Apr 22, 2004 11:45:11 GMT -5
((Hmm, time to get more active on the boards I should think. Start first, with the eloquent ones ;-) ))
*He saw good lady Dream with her daughter in hand moving to the gatehouse. His sharp eyes easily picked them out as they walked. From his vantage point in the upper levels of the great hall, he gazed out at the quickly greening fields. Soon the death of Winter would be by them, and the land would be verdant again. Holding onto the walking staff with a grin, he turned and moved slowly down the stairwell to the main hall it's self. Perhaps some tea and a quick sneak outside would do him well. All in the hopes of his good cousin nae findinghim. With a slight chuckle he continued his slow, awkward gait*
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Post by Dream Loxley on Apr 23, 2004 6:33:28 GMT -5
*Her daughter's small hands clutched the letters carefully, grinning towards her Mother as the Pigeon Master gently placed them within her care. He had whispered softly that the one on top was special....this had made her almost jump up and down, but she kept still lest the letters would fall.
When she turned away...she almost started to skip...then decided against that idea...walking as demurely as one her age could...all the while beaming towards her Mother with pride.
Dream nodded to the man with a warm smile.....hoping so much for news...wondering of his actions as her heart leapt. The picture upon her Ellissia's face told her enough and she bent down to meet her little treasure.*
"Oh my.....'tis from ye Daddy aye......well.....mayhaps we shall read it with the ducks.....after we deliver these to the Captain."
*Ellissia was skipping with glee...circling her Mother at the prospect of both seeing the ducks and hearing words written by her Father....she did miss him so. Her mind was quick to think of all the delights a child would....the pond and throwing bread again......she skipped along towards the Castle Doors, eager and excited...her chattering continuing with a barrage of questions now.
When will he be home again.....will he stay.....can she ride the pony and try the bow again.....and the beach...is it time yet......
Dream found it hard to swallow the lump within her throat as she heard the questions...she could nae answer them all. She looked upon the letter....his hand writing distictive...wondering of what he had written, but kept her worries hidden from her daughter as they made their way back to the Castle. She had waited......and would wait always.....a few more moments would nae make any difference.*
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Post by EmmaMasters on Apr 23, 2004 14:54:56 GMT -5
-while for some the morn had just started, I'd be busy with me traps from the moment the sun rose. Awoken by the bird that sings high up in the tree above me. The traps be hrd to work with with just me one hand, but using me one hand and me feet, I had broken the neck of the grouse and the small hare........a wee one really, only a year old methinks.
Me hand throbs, but the swelling be nae as bad as it hae been, and liken every morn this past week, I sit with me feet in the streaam, shoes beside me, me arse placed firm of the sodding bank, protected by just the sac I use for me game.
Soaking me hand in the streaming water feels good, and the sheen of yellowish puss washes away as the water, speeds along the tissue. Taking me knife I start to work open the slits again, growling as the fragile tissue that is formed is cut again, or simply succumbs to the outward pressure of the swollen skin. Then with the handle of the knife, starting to sing a horribly off key song, one laced with gruff sounds of pain, I glide the wood along the skin of my inside fingers from the base to the tip.
Pressing doon firm, the yellow, and now at times also green debris fluid trickles from the tiny wound. The pain as iffn some wee devils are trying to escape through the small slit, their heads much too big, and at times I stop and wait till the pain is less. At times me world turns a gray black, and me ears filled with thunder, and I lose the grip on me knife. It is then I push me hand deep into the water, the cold like me Da's hand, the sharp sting pushing me back from the dark attack, and I start again. Sweat flows doon me face and when I finally finish, there be nae only yellow and green gunk, but red bloode .......and I shudder, washing me hand again, wrapping it in the cloth , that is nae clean anymore, then sitting in me cloak, cursing me world around me -
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Post by Dream Loxley on Apr 24, 2004 5:51:22 GMT -5
(( Ouch... that must be sooooo painful *chuckles and hands you a packet Band Aid plasters* Excellent writing as always *S*))
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Apr 24, 2004 7:11:10 GMT -5
(Oh yeah, that had to hurt! *hands you a bottle of rum to wash away the pain*
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Post by Dream Loxley on Apr 26, 2004 3:52:35 GMT -5
*It was not long before the ducks ventured from their preening and dabbling....Ellissia ran to meet them as they waddled upon the banks of the pond. Her basket of bread was their goal...and as one nibbled by her feet...she shrieked with laughter and promptly dropped a peice of bread on its heads. Either her aim was true, of she simply was in a hurry to feet the daring creature.
Dream could not hide her chuckle and she settled upon her log.....her hand touched the wood for a moment...as if to allow its memories to find her.....so long ago now..her log...their special place. A whistful sigh left her lips and she smiled warmly to her little one....gesturing to her with her hand to go forward....speaking gently...reassuring her she was safe.
She took the letter from her pocket....looking at it for a while.....the seal....his writing....she smiled and carefully broke the wax in two. She lifted it to her nose....but all she could smell was the leather from the pouch it had been delivered in.....she almost laughed at her silly notion...but took comfort that his hands had in fact held the parchment at some time. Her eyes closed and she breathed in deeply...almost feeling his touch upon her. A gentle breeze blew across her face....she imagined his lips....his breath.....his arms enfolding her......
With a jolt...she returned to the present.....Ellissia tugging at her skirts...eager to listen...the basket half full now and left upon the ground. With no grace at all...she clumsily clambered up into the lap of her Mother....grinning that winning grin that melted the one who now wrapped her tightly in her arms...kissing her cheek. The parchment finally opened.....the letters there for them both to see....only words forming in the eyes of the Mother.....strange marks and lines within the eyes of the small one. She wiggled and got comfortable.
Dream read the letter quickly....and then again more slowly.....then she smiled and pointed to parts within it...her finger tracing the words so Ellissa could see.*
"There....ye Daddy says he loves us...and he misses us both......and this part..he tells he shall be home when he can."
*She kissed her daughter again....trying so hard to mask her anquish and lonliness as she continued.*
"This word be ye name......and he says we both must have strength and courage....and to be safe aye."
*Ellissia simply nodded.....and she returned the kiss...her lips moist and innocent..her smile so enchanting. Then she slipped off her Mothers lap as if satisfied to have learned of her Father. She brought her hand to her chest and tapped it.....Dream almost cried then and did the same to her own breast....nodding with enthusiasm at her Daughters gesture.*
"Aye my treasure......always within our hearts he be....nae so far my small one.. nae so far."
In one swift movement, she folded the letter, placing it safe within her pocket as she stood up and smiled brightly...daring the tears to flow....taking a deep breath of the fresh air. She lifted the basket and started to throw more bread to the duck....handing Ellissia some more.....the day would go on...as they always did. This was their way while he patrolled....safe in the knowledge he loved them and would never be more than a thought away.*
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Post by Robin of Loxley on Apr 27, 2004 9:01:52 GMT -5
He paused as he entered Windstorms gates.........looking to the pond as He often does when arriving home.....always hoping to espy his wife and daughter before he enters the Castle proper and he is whisked away from them by duty of reports and rosters.........
He sees them by the pond and watches motionless as His daughter clouts a duck on the head with a piece of bread...barely able to supress a laugh He dismounts and walks towards them.........
"So whats the best two looking maidens in the entire realm doin on this fine day" He asks ...........stepping back in mock horror as Ellisia rushes at Him under full steam......He sends a smile to His beloved as He is engulfed by His daughter........lifting her up onto His shoulders .............he makes his way to His wife and wraps both arms around her............kissing her tenderly amidst the barrage of questions fired at him by Ellissia...
"Tis good ta be home M'Love...ahh suppose niether of ye missed me much eh *LOL*"......*Winks*.........ahh Dream.... One tis so sorry one has been away so much of late.........but there is much happenning within our realm.........and more so out of it..............
"Come ye both........i'm starving and so ahh suggest that we raid Cooks larder hastily....then after that..........turns to Dream..........I'm all yers *LOL*
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Post by Dream Loxley on Apr 27, 2004 9:10:35 GMT -5
(( *LOL* Drinks and bacon sarnies all round whilst I think of a response to that   )) *Ellissia saw him before she did....although his words had startled her.....she stood upright and shielded her eyes from the sun......it was him.....really him...she could not help but chuckle as he lifted his daughter to him. She gathered her skirts and moved quickly into his opening arms......the three of them together at last....she cared not of the realms, nor any news he had to bring forth....just that he was here...holding her tightly....kissing her with the love and tenderness his lips always showed. Her head shook gently and she laughed at him....always his stomach 'twas empty....the raid on the kitchens having been part of their courtship days......such fun they had creating midnight feasts. Her grin was as wide as his now...her heart so content....her eyes sparkling and full of love as they walked towards the Castle. The ducks devoured what bread there was left in the basket...and would have to wait until another day......she had more upon her mind than feeding them as she squeezed his arm tightly and returned the bright smile.* |
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Apr 27, 2004 9:31:21 GMT -5
((Dream - this is an absolutely lovely thread and a great read!  ) |
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Post by Lady Alexandreania (Andrea) on Apr 27, 2004 15:02:42 GMT -5
((Dream and Robin, they work so well together. ~sighs all whimsical like~ and an adorable little girl in the mix just adds to the beauty of the story. Keep up the marvelous work folks.))
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Post by Robin of Loxley on Apr 29, 2004 10:10:37 GMT -5
A massive horse races through the forest at break neck speed...the Large horse's ears laid back , hooves crashing into the forest floor nae caring of the noise as it does its riders bidding......Rivulets of foam covering it's heaving chest and legs as it strives for both speed and endurance......its heart pumping at far a greater pace than ever before as its lungs suck in large amounts of air .....eyes wide with fear as it sees the destination its rider is aiming for being slowly cut off......yet deteremined to reach it and beyond the massive horse surefootedly carries his master forwards.
Having given Biscuit his head He crouches low in the saddle His body as flat to the horse's neck as is possible.......eyes searching for signs of the foresters ......yet knowing that they be at least another five miles or more ahead..Noting that the soldiers are closing in .....He curses silently knowing that He should nae have scouted so far afield without taking more foresters with him , but He did nae know that such a force had been sent to hunt them down.
Looking back over his shoulder He sees that the soldiers behind him are falling back a little and smiling wryly He pats the horse on the neck urging him on.....yet knowing that the steed can nae keep this pace up for much longer..trying to judge the distance to the destination He is aiming for...He sees that the soldiers to the left and right of him will most likely get there at about the same time......and nae having any arrows left ......having spent them all earlier.....He knows that stopping to fight with just daggers and short sword will nae be of use.....
Pulling the horn from his belt he gives two short blasts in the hope that the foresters will hear Him and come to His aid.....looking towards the soldiers He notices that they have slowed and are looking about them and He chuckles as He thinks that these soldiers remember well that sound and mayhaps are nervous now ...taking advantage of the situation he urges Biscuit on ....
Reaching His destination just ahead of the soldiers..... Biscuit leaps the small creek at full gallop......flying high over the water ......the soldiers letting the arrows from their bows as horse and rider sail over the creek.......
Hearing the unmistakeable twang from the bows as the soldiers let fly their arrows......He braces Himself for both the impact of landing upon the other side of the creek and the arrows.......staying low on His horse He feels the sharp sting as He is struck in the left shoulder then again as another sears its way into his right side...then a solid jarring as Biscuit lands heavily on the other side of the creek.....
Looking ahead and seeing movement.. His eyes trying to
focus........His mind trying to shake the pain away He realises He has made it to safety .....foresters all around Him sending their arrows to the soldiers and finishing the battle quickly......still layin atop Biscuit He pats the Horse and whispers thanks.....then slides off and into unconsiousness.
Laying still His mind can feel the presence of some one close to him......stroking His hair and his mind is confused by such.....then feeling his own arms reach to this person as He hears soft words of love and pulling the person closer.....he struggles to come back to consiousness.....Things becoming clearer now He feels the warmth of lips and face upon His chest then the soft touch of a hand stroking softly along his shoulder and down his spine..... the warmth of a body close to His .....He awakens.......
Opening His eyes...... He sees and feels His wife next
to him and realises that He was having a dream from his past.....and sighs softly as He tis glad that she did pull him away from such ......smiling softly as he watches her He thinks that He tis tha most luckiest man alive......so tender and so full of love , so full of life and happiness.......He wonders how He ended up with such a lovely woman ......
Thinking on this fer a moment.. He watches her as she sleeps.......His heart happy and His arms holding her tightly...He drinks in the moment taking in her warmth.......loving her completely........His mind thinking upon all the special times spent together.....goin fer rides, sitting by the clearing on our Log..... the nights spent loving each other, down at the beach and even
just being together in tha Castle hall.....
*sighing happily*.....He whispers to her softly as she sleeps..ahh love ye M'Dream and will always .....ye are ones reason for being M'Love......I shall always be here fer ye * smiling as she wiggles again.
He holds her close keeping her safe within His arms.....
safe from the way of things*
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Post by Halethala on Apr 29, 2004 11:24:29 GMT -5
*Not wishing to intrude on such sweet and lovely intimacy, almost afraid to breathe, the beauty of such a post bringing tears, whispers quietly "the dream of every female heart, what you two have" *
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What lovely writing . . ))
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