On way

[Sarah]

The missives had been delivered as they were promised. The courier would devote fast action pon the arrival of thier detailed words sealed behind a fold and blot of cooled wax. The name pon each clearly written and would be posted to first the Miss Avalon..then the other would be delivered to Sarahs father and family. Thier arrival would not be contained within on the exact day as things do seem to be moving slow. But they knew pon recieving thier words...Sarah would be arriving. Many preparations would then be handled for that occasion and a stir of voice pon the walls of the shop and home alike would drench thier cured wood. An excitement in the air for the one that had ventured past the confines of a home that she has known all her life ...not a perminent return but a visit and a visit well needed and wanted. (just a start)

[Sarah]

So the day was set. Missives well on thier way if not having already arrived by the speedy courier that Dorian had arranged to get the missives to thier destination. The decision was discussed and made about the coming Mask Ball that was to be held at Caernarfon Castle. They would travel there for the event and stay after for the meeting with Sarah's father. Much was prepared. She would feel the air of anxiousness curl about her thoughts. In constant flow to cause her distraction quite a bit in these days. Her gift idea she hoped would go well. She knew not how it couldnt. Even her dress was preppared for the Mask and now ..with just less than one week remaining till the travel. She would make sure to cover a few things needing to be done.

[Dorian Hawkmoon]

He'd gone about his tasks as the days went by, never deviating from his normal course...yet he'd be lying if he’d said that he wasn’t looking forward to the Ball with more than a little anxiousness. It would be the first time in many a year that he’d attended such a function and would have someone with him that was his and his alone. Of course, he’d not simply assumed that Sarah would accompany him, but he had asked her and she had accepted. As they were planning the trip to Caernarfon anyway for Sarah to visit with her family, and for he to speak with her father, it only made sense that they stay afterwards and make the journey to see her family in a day or so. There would be no issues with propriety, of course…Sarah would have her own room and he would have his. As for the journey together to her parent’s home, his intentions were hardly ones that could, or would, be called into question. In his former duties, and also in his present ones, he had often been called to escort the Queen herself on various trips and to various gatherings…and had also watched over the Ladies of Windstorm on trips to the Village and such. It was quite reasonable for anyone to assume that Sarah’s virtue would be well protected and safeguarded.

The Ball had been grand, there had been many in attendance from across the realms. Old faces well known and remembered were seen, and new faces that had come to settle made the affair a busy one. The masks had been superbly done, and well thought out…ladies sparkled and men were dashing…he was certain that more than a few new couples had been formed amid the music and festivity. Sarah had graciously consented to dance with him, and though they had danced closely, he’d never thought to take advantage of that closeness to take even the slightest advantage. Windstorm had been well represented, and the Queen sparkled with enthusiasm…as did the rest of the Windstorm Women. The hour had been late and as they had plans for the following days, and there were still a few things that needed to be done, both he and Sarah had retired to their separate rooms shortly after the unmasking. The first order of the day would be a visit to Mistress Avalon, Sarah’s former benefactress. Though he’d only actually met the Lady once, he’d found her to be quite cordial and kind…he could well understand why Sarah thought so highly of her. And he, himself would speak with her as well….she’d not known it, but she had, unknowingly, given him a gift that held value uncounted…for in sending Sarah to Windstorm, she had put her on that path that would cross with his…and he would be forever grateful to her for that.

[Sarah]

The moments leading up to the ball had been so quick it seemed. Her mind would rush with such thoughts of her very first ball of any kind. A mask. The rush of anxiety in good ways had graced her nerves and thoughts plenty through the following week that would lead up to the very moment they had all set off for Caernarfon. She had completed her outfit. Just before the moment they had left...Dorian had gifted her the most grand pair of slippers. Silver satin with the most glorious sprinkle of small pearls. The most grand pair of slippers she has ever seen realy. The most grand pair of slippers ever to touch her delicate little feet. She would with pride wear them the moment of the Mask event. Although the long dark dress she donned would hide them till the tips of thier shimmer would peek pon the movements made. BUT..that had not stopped her from taking those moments to admire them on her own secretive time. And ..pon thier arrival..pon the time she set foot in the grand hall where everything seemed so well prepared. She would notice many things. The decorations were astounding. The setting of the great table with its feast set pon the very air the mouth watering arrangement of so much food. Trays were flowed through the crowd to assure that thirst was never an issue and that all had a goblet ..chalice ..or tankard for celebration. Her heart had quite the work out in such days leading to that very moment. And she...standing admist the flow of it all in some little spot though away from the movements...would admire and watch as the voices carried in laughter and talk. She of course was not use to such things. But it was most grand. And...to feel her feet on familiar ground there ...had also reminded her of the things to come. The many things that Dorian had spoken with her about.
The visit pon the next day had found her so well ...Embraced by the loving arms of her family. Dorian had set off to visit with her once very generous benifactor..Miss Etain..They would not see much of each other in the first day that followed. A dinner was prepared for her and much was discussed to catch up on what has been going on. As the evening progressed though. She had still not mentioned Dorian. The things she would fill them in on would be how greatful she has been for Miss Etain and her assistance to help her set her path. To share with her family also at this time that she has had the most blessed life. The happiness that radiates from her..they could most definitely not just see..but feel. It had made her mother so proud to hear that she had been appointed apprentice healer for the most gracious home and castle of Windstorm. Her sister would want to constantly bombard her with so many questions as she too had never been within the confines of a castle. Behind those dark eyes. Behind the smile that constantly graced her lips ..she would think about Dorian and what he may be doing or have done this very day to this very hour of evening that seemed to grow late. She had noticed the brilliance of pride in her fathers dark eyes. She would at this time ..pon the last bit of evening meal being shared. Discuss a possible move for them. For the trade in thier port and the land itself was so blessed. Abundant and a wonder. It was not spoken of much...but she could see that her father was indeed ...thinking pon it with great seriousness. This....may too come to pass. She was sure of it. For the reasons of not yet Mentioning Dorian too much...she would feel it to be intrusive to ruin the moment that Dorian wished to speak with her father. She would however..pon the later hours of evening..draw her mother..and sister aside for that girl moment....and share with them SOME of what has occured. The moment she did speak of her heart...how he made her feel and how honorable..how wonderful and protective he has been over her since the moment she set foot on Windstorm land...She could see most of all..her mothers expressions. A smile that she had come to know very well ...as not just warm but...emotionaly blessed with thankfullness. She had been whispered to that her mother was most anxious to meet this Knight..of her heart.
Sleep pon that first night was gloriously blessed with residual images of the mask ball and many most happy memories. Nothing dark or gloomy this night seeped through to her soft song of happy dreams. She planned pon the following day to check with Dorian...for she was unable to stay away from his presence too long...And...she knew well that he was the same way in regards to her. Her accomidations had changed that first day. Her family had set up for her to stay there during her time in Caernarfon. Dorian she was sure had been comfortably set up at the Inn/Tavern.

[Sarah]

(In the meantime while away from home. Preparations are being made for the feast with Sarahs family. ...)

Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Sarah TurcotteAlways rem: The Ball now well past, that had remained in Caernarfon so that he could meet with Sarah's father and receive official permission to court. It was not only a thing that honour demanded, but also a thing he wanted to do…to show Sarah what she meant to him. He had, of course, made arrangements to stay at the Inn, while Sarah had gone on to her parents home. He’d not particularly enjoyed the time away from her, but new that her homecoming would be a thing he could not be a part of at first. He’d had nothing of duty, being away from Windstorm, of course, so had taken in upon himself to pay a call to Mistress Avalon to speak with her. He wanted to let her know, of course, that Sarah was doing quite well at Windstorm, but he also wanted to thank her for sending her there in the first place. When the meeting was done and he took his leave…the soft smile on her face had said that she’d understood why he was grateful to her…

Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO


•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: There was alot of catching up to do. It wasnt that she didnt want to have Dorian present in at the first moment pon meeting with her family after having been gone for a while now..She had paid Miss Etain a visit as well...and there was so much gossip ..if one called it that...to be shared. Sarah had told her of the many things she had seen. It had come to her attention that Dorian had already paid a visit..and the way he thanked her for having set Sarah on her path...to Windstorm..had her smile blossomed vibrantly pon her soft lips. So for a bit she visited with Avalon...sharing stories..catching up on whats been going on in her absense...Her family had already suspected something was a bit different about her. Not that the fact that she had learned a great deal of things out on her own...but...something more put that glimmer in the dark pools of her gaze...Her sister had been the first to pull her off to some...walk...to have a talk...So..her sister knew..someone very special to Sarahs heart was at this moment in the village lodged at the Inn....But it was asked that when the proper time come...Sarah was to be the one to speak with her family...

And speak with them ...she would. But she had never been in this situation before. Dorian was teh first to have ever seemed interested over little mouse Sarah...Today..she would waken...she would cover the usual things and set out now pon the cobbled streets of the village...to go find him. She thought the first place would be at the Inn...if not perhaps the keeper would know of his where abouts...She had drapped a shawl pon her slender shoulders. The dress of deepest blue donned ..and a thin pair of her sisters gloves covered her hands..of course now..her long dark hair was swept back in a loose proper plait braid..her mother having taken the time to do this ..pon the earlier hours of morning just before thier morning fast...She had donned her worn out slippers once more..not to wish a smudge of anything to ruin her new ones..which her sister went absolutely giddy in seeing...She would be at this point..half way there

Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Sarah TurcotteAlways rem: He'd wanted to make sure that Sarah was given ample time alone with her family…he would have his time with them all in due time. There were also the provisions for the feast to be seen to, but he would wait to be reunited with Sarah before he set out on that task. He’s never been one to “shop”, as that was a task that was more suited to a lady…they being the choosier of the sexes and usually better at the bargaining. He’d taken breakfast and lunch alone at the Tavern, the food being satisfying and well prepared, though not even close to what Cara offered…thinking then to head to the Stables to check on Portia and Shade…

Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO


•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: On her way...her mind filled with thoughts of Dorian...she had not seen him since the mask ..and it was the first time since they had met realy..that he had not been around as much...there was a moment...where for two straight days she had not seen him. Circumstances however made that a reason...She could see the stable just near the Tavern now as she felt the whisper of her dress at the top of her feet...Her eyes setting pon the door to the Tavern...Her gloved hands swept down the front of her dress..as it would seem she has a habbit of doing ...in just another one of her personality quirks...the sounds of the village she had grown up in all around her ears..knowing just about every sound so well. But...she had come to know Windstorm as well. And in time she would know what ticks and what thumps..what sings and what yells...just as much as her old home. She does not regret any decision she has ever made..and her heart would shatter if something were to happen to the man that has captured her heart so completely...Trying to swollow down those thoughts as she continued to make a path to the Tavern...her dark gaze pon the door almost the entire time..
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Sarah TurcotteAlways rem: It was to be said that even though he was in another Kingdom, and in another town, still his eyes would roam and seek....looking for trouble, as it were…it was no more than his habit. As he exited the Inn and would begin to make his way to the Stables, his eyes would rest on her and the smile would come back to his face. She thought she was simple and perhaps a bit plain…but he could not see why, really. The waves of thick dark hair…the dark chocolate eyes…soft skin untouched by a single blemish…very much the woman in every feature of her form. But mostly, it was that beautiful heart…the tenderness and compassion that was so clearly evident in her…and she had given that most wonderful of gifts to him. He would alter his course, then, to meet with her and gaze upon that lovely face…“Good day, M’love…have you been enjoying the time with your family?”

Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO


•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: The door to the Tavern opened just as she seemed to be just that much closer to it...her destination had been set in. And pon that opening door had come the view of your large presence ...and that smile pon her lips seemed to increase in that unique manner that only could have exsistance for you ..and no other..in this way...The gap between us having been closed at a pace that had been slightly quickened...Her heart always chose to take on this lively dance within her chest with just the mere sight of you pon the surface of her dark eyes. Your deep tone reaching out to her now as you gave greet. The turn of heads to some who passed by would only produce the lightest of smiles and not some gawking manner that would be otherwise very rude. You are and will always be the most handsome man in her eyes. As the last steps had been made to close the distance a bit more.she would give a light nod. She had not seen you in days and it was the biggest need within her to have a hug...but..again she refrained from doing such so boldly...Dark eyes lifting now to your stormy blues.."Aye..I have..there is much te be done ...and I must speak with ye. I was just ....well as ye see...I was just te find ye te speak of such things. I ...am not sure what im suppose te do about ..certain things.."..the edge of her shawl had gotten a work with the gloved delicate shapes of her fingers...there seemed to be a very vibrant lift of color pon her cheeks now coming into fullest view...
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Sarah TurcotteAlways rem: He drew closer to her after altering his course…the smile growing as he could once more “feel” her. He had been to long without her presence in a strange setting, though he was no stranger to Caernarfon, having been here on various trips, it was not home. It was, and would not be, unseemly, for his to reach for her hand and once lain within his, bring it to his lips to brush a chaste kiss to the knuckles. This was the woman he loved, adored…and respected…let but one suggest otherwise and his answer would be a swift one. He smiles as the words seem to rush from between her lips, a dusky rose color staining her cheeks…”Of course, chi’ya….what is it you need to speak of?”
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO


•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: She smiled a bit more with the warmth of the blush even creeping to the contours of her soft lips..her dark gaze swept down to the lips that graced the back of her gloved knuckles...as she slid her eyes up now to your visage..the sea blue colors that had so very often captivated her...and would till the very last of her exsistance was spent out in the last breath given..."Well...I know we have te talk of the feast we are te have...but ...what I wanted te know was when ye wished me te tell them ..who ye are..I told them there was going te be a visitor...but they know not who...I vaguely said much te the letters I sent....and I have ..this feeling..they suspect.."...softly laughs now..but the sound reached her eyes int his moment..it would indicate..she meant this all in a good way...She was not hiding you nor would she ever hide you...why would someone be so foolish to hide something they truely felt proud of...truely felt so inlove with...this somoene was you and you held her heart..."I didnt know what ye rules were on this...I...have never been ..well no ones realy wanted te court me before Dorian"...The color seemed to grace her features just a touch more..the heat tingled beneath the soft exsistance of flesh pon her visage...

Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Sarah TurcotteAlways rem: His smile widened even more, and a light chuckle was now heard….he was not laughing at her, but she was asking HIS advice on this…almost as if it was a thing he had done many times. “Hmmmm…I should think as soon as you feel comfortable, love. Though I would not wait too long, else they think there is more happening than there is…perhaps thinking I may have taken…” Leaning a bit to whisper…”Indecent liberties…and well….I think you understand. No need to go into detail, if you wish not to. It would be quite appropriate to simply introduce me, and then I shall…of course….make my question to your father.” He brought his hand to cover hers, the smile one of utter fondness…”I may not know your family, Sarah…but I do know YOU. You have a good heart and great understanding…I can only believe that you learned it from your family.” Had he already been given that permission, he would have embraced her gently, to comfort her light fear...”I believe that all that is needed is honesty, beloved…and everything shall fall into place….”

Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO


•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: There was the strength once more flowing easily through her veins...the very essence of it felt by your presence alone and added by the deep assuring tone of your voice. She so loved that sound..of laughter..from you. The smiles that had once in earlier days...touched your lips..seemed now so much more filled with life. Feeling your hand slipping over the back of her gloved hand...the warmth seeping through the thin soft leather..."Thank ye Dorian..Ye always say the sweetest things te me...ye make me smile so much..."...Her fingers again moved against the touch of your hand...The way we were looking at one another did cause a few more eyes from the passer byers to look...but they would smile in a way that they were glad to see such warmth and love...and if it wasnt obvious by now...that she loved him more than a heart is suppose to...well then those people would have to be the most blind or ..jelous...Taking in a deep breath..."So ...I will let them know te expect company soon..." Glancing to the Tavern door ..then to you ...Her dark brows lifting a touch as if she now felt curious as she had seen you leaving ..not entering the place.."Were ye goin te go somewhere Dorian?"

Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Sarah TurcotteAlways rem: He saw that light touch of fear leave her, and was glad. He knew well that this was uncharted territory for her, and she would have those worries…what to do, what to say, what to call him. She’s said that she’d never been courted before and he almost felt sorry for the men that hadn’t been able to look past their own noses and see what a treasure she was. Leave aside her physical charms…she held so much caring and compassion in her….perfect in the role of Healer that she had chosen to fill. Never once had he heard an unkind word spill from her lips, and seeking always to offer what assistance he may. He was certainly getting the better end of the bargain, so to speak, in Sarah. “I was going to the Stables to check on Shade and Portia, love…while I waited for you to see what should be gathered for the feast…”

Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO


•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: Remembering now that they had been brought along....she seemed to smile once more very brilliantly...Her dark eyes held that curious nature once more in their dark pools in such expression.."May I join ye then? I did wish te speak with ye pon the feast.."...She would move in the softest ways as you would..when you would..however..she wished not her hand to be released just yet. Perhaps it was in some way indecent of her or ..bold..to want to keep that contact..even if it were just slight...to her it meant a connection she has not felt with you in days...it had started to settle within her..the need of your presence as if she were to lose something vitaly important to her life..."I had thought..if ye knew how te hunt...well I can arrange te get everything else in the village...but ..It would be most impressive if ye caught something ...We have this rather nice spit in the back yard of the home my parents live....If ye present the meal before its cooked..we could sit around the fire and ..talk...then feast...What do ye think pon that idea?"..her head was turned softly..her eyes pon your face in that most quisitive manner...she realy did want your imput...she had never planned such a huge dinner as this...perhaps she was looking to just share her idea..and half way you would give assistance in how this is to be done...

Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Sarah TurcotteAlways rem: “But of course, chi’ya…I had hoped that we would be able to spend some time together today” Though he’d not said it in as many words, he’d missed her...he’d always know that there would come those times that duty and necessity would keep them apart, but this was the first time since they had come together that it had actually happened. He took that slender, delicate hand and laid it to the bend of his elbow, turning to walk her slowly towards the Stables. “I spent many years in the saddle alone, Sarah…hunting is a thing I did often to survive. I didn’t think I would need my bow, but glad that I had thought to bring it along…just in case. You think your father would be more impressed with a fresh kill than meat purchased?” No, he wasn’t teasing…he was quite serious…
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO


•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: She seemed to look at you with a state of deeper curiosity as we walked to the stables. The wind was a touch cooler here and it would seem the over cast in the sky smothered most of the sunlight...winter would approach alot more quickly pon this land than it would Windstorm ..."Its far more respectful if ye effort went into the hunt. My father use te say...when ye work hard for something ..it shows te the others that are in yer life just what they mean te ye...so ..I would think this applies te the feast..it would impress him....Te know ye are a man of many means.."...then..she looked towards the stables as they came up close...they were far less in appearance than the one at the castle but..they were still very comfortable for the horses..and they were a rented lodge for ones horses ..not a home...Something seemed to fall pon her expressions a moment...

Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Sarah TurcotteAlways rem: His lips pursed in thought at her words…what she’d said had made a lot of sense. He wasn’t trying to buy Sarah, and perhaps being…overly extravagant…would make it seem as if he were. He’d really had no plans at all to use wealth to impress…wealth had never been a thing he cared about himself, but he had collected a bit of it over the years. That he would be able to take care of Sarah was never a thing to be questioned, and the more that he listened to her words, the more he began to realise that her father would not be one that could care if he showered her in things, and bought her pretty dresses or shiny baubles…but would take care of her heart…keep her safe. THIS was what he would need to show him…He would have insisted the same for his own Siya, had he not already known Seer would care for her always. Turning to look to her…”You are much wiser than your years, my love…and your words prove it. A fresh kill, it shall be…”

Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO


•OUTSIDE WINDSTORM•
...is somewhere outside Windstorm's borders...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: The scent of the hay and such drifted now pon the very air that lightly sifted through the streets....The color softly once more enhancing what was already there as she glanced once more pon your visage...dark eyes roaming your face as the smile softly returned...."I cant say I am ..that...But I do know that my families traditions pon the way they see another are a bit old world...."...her smile widens a touch more...she may not have had a hard life...she was not pampered nor was she a tougher shelled sort...she had been sheltered a bit too much perhaps...she knew not of alot of things but knew much of other things. war and death was no stranger to her or her family ...but her mothers influence of peacefulness was one thing that did embed within her very soul...it is..not was..who she is and always will be....She was thinking pon so many things as we came upon the stable doors...The grooms there would rush to greet and such...For now turning her head to greet them back as they offered assistance with anything..

[Sarah]

Everything was being prepared. And although Sarah and Dorian were hardly to see one another during this visit..and were missing each others company..there was so much being done. They both had thier duties. Sarah knew how important this is for Dorian for her heart felt the same. A dinner had been decided and that would bring them all together over a fresh hunt. Much was being gathered. Sarah had made her way through the village shops to gather fruits..vegetables..and many other things. Sarah had taken a moment pon one of those nights to have a discussion of a most serious nature with her family. The request might have seemed simple...but it held a change for them all like it had her own self when she had decided to leave home. She could tell her father was taking it into concideration. Already she felt she missed her home severely. Windstorm had become a part of her so quickly. With the seasons coming to change and autumn right around the corner..she knew that she would get to see her first year within her new home and all its glorious changes. An agreement was made. She spoke with them now pon the fact that there was going to be a visitor as she had stated pon her missives sent before her travels here. But she asked that they not question her till that moment. Her mother already suspect what it meant. Her father being as he is...would feel protective and deeply curious. Her sister knew. But kept her tongue but could not help but smile like a possom the entire time. Soon....very soon...the moment shall arrive.