her Journey

[Skylar O'livianne]

She had nae came with much an so she nae took much when her bags were packed an ready ta set sail, She had been welcomed kindly ta Windstorm an was thankful fer such, she'd met many whom tha names had echo'd in her mind before she ever stepped foot within the halls, and new names she'd take with her on her journies, she wasn't sure really where she belonged, an nothin was easy in her mind, alone now she had ta make her way.. Thankfully tha Captain had seen fit ta give her pointers of protection which unbeknownst ta any she'd practiced till the wee hours of tha mornin finally getting the jist of handlin tha dagger, proudly she tucked the dagger tha had been her mothers into her travelin boots, she hoped this trip would mayhaps being her back to Windstorm one day, but she knew nothing is promised us for tha morrows let alone even breathing.. She'd penned a missive ta her Majesty with gratefulness for her warm and welcoming time, she touched over a bookmark tha her mother had in one of hre journals tha read "to thine own self be true" she let the Queen know she'd be away, and would mayhaps be back again, depending on what lifes lots would hand her, she pondered her words, tha hit an miss times she managed ta be around when others were around had been few, she'd spent many nights sitting an sewing and recalled her mothers same journalings of the many hours an thus tha reason fer tha many gowns tha her father had had to tote from Windstorm ta their new home.. she smiled recalling her mothers words detailing her fathers back ache after such a trial..she hoped mayhaps in her travels to find bodies which whom she could speak learn, grown, her main company had been tha Captain..he'd been kind in word an deed, but seemed there was something he was missing.. or perhaps a someone.. she hoped what ever tha case was t'would be settled fer him soon, he deserved as much surly. her thoughts brought back ta her missive she promised ta visit again as she was able an asked the Queen to please give her thanks to all of Windstorm for their welcome and kindness.. signing the missive she tucked into the missive the beautifully sewn bookmark her mother had made and called a maid ta her then, seeing tha missive be delivered asap--

Tha evening before her departure had been a long one, nae sure where she belonged any more but with a need ta belong somewhere.. her tossin and turning had kept her from much sleep an so tha morning found her sitting on the edge of her bed quietly wondering what had hit her...maybe an apple cart? rising she began the day the ship Breaking Dawn would be leaving in a few hours.. she would be heading ta Dubin with a stop at Isle of Man.. from there..who knew.. her heart thundered in her chest as she made ready.

[Skylar O'livianne]

(02/18/13 - 11:56:19 )
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-=Skylar O'livianne=-
=Apothecary/Midwife=

•STABLES•
...is somewhere in the stables...

ALL: with her saddle bags having been settled earlier with hired help she with her larger satchel she moved from her room and across the courtyard towards the stables, her horse havin been readied on tha day before she smiled to the stable hand and tucked her satchel into its place on her horse and checking saddle and reins she patted his haunches and walked him out ta where the stepping wall was, bringing her horse along side the wall she gathered her cloak tightly about her and moved up the steps and wall easily slipping onto her saddle, a quick kick of her small feet into the flanks and she was off at a slow canter, the wind was bitter cold against her cheeks she tugged the hood up over her dark head and with a click of her tongue she was off to her adventure

(02/18/13 - 12:02:38 )
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-=Skylar O'livianne=-
=Apothecary/Midwife=

•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...

ALL: she she moved along the well worn road at a nice pace, it felt good ta fell the strength of her beast beneath her it was a raw power that only a rider would understand, a good mount was ta be prized, and hers was as good sa they came, a beloved gift of her 16th birthday from her aunt. emerald eyes scanned over the lands as she rode, looking different this mornin as before when she'd arrived tiredly from her long journey getting here, in the distance she could see the sails of the ships, one would carry her off and surly bring her to places where many had gone before her and found treasures, and love and death, and life, and goods, her excitement mounted, she wondered wha would be ahead knowing only tha Good Lord would know such.. but she was ready to take on what ever

(02/18/13 - 12:10:48 )
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-=Skylar O'livianne=-
=Apothecary/Midwife=

•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...

ALL: the early mornin hustle and bustle of the harbour was contagious , she pulled back the hood on her cloak an allowed tha bright mornin sun ta warm her flesh, glancing back towards Windstorm a sadness touched pon her features, closing her eyes she took a deep breath an turned making way towards the ship tha would be her passage ta Dublin, she looked around seeing some nae so nice looking men here an there watchin an waitin it seemed for the right one ta take advantage of.. quickly the dagger was extracted from her boot ta be quickly hidden beneath tha sleeve her her gown, nae ta be seen but surely ta be felt if needed, she swallowed as she moved along the docks her boots tapping across the wooden boards nearing the ship, she approached the familiar man whom she'd set passage with, her horse was carefully boarded ta be carried with her, her saddle bags over her shoulder along with her satchel she waited sitting on a barrel for all the goods ta be loaded and the all aboard given... she was a watcher..she watched those who moved and sat, the children in their excitement with parents looking exasperated at the energy, she smiled a bit nae allowing her own thoughts at this time ta take hold.. she clutched her cloak tighter about her and wondered was she just being foolish.but she was sure of one thin.. "to thine own self be true" was something her mother would have told her

(02/18/13 - 12:15:17 )
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-=Skylar O'livianne=-
=Apothecary/Midwife=

•BOAT•
...is on a boat in Windstorm Harbour...

ALL: time had seemed ta pass slowly the call ta board had finally arrived an she dutifully boarded along with tha others takin this ship, following directions she found her tiny cabin lookin around an wonderin since there was another cot would there be another passenger joining her on this journey...she stowed her thins and lowered onto tha cot after hanging her cloak, thankfully the cabin was warm and the winds at bay..taking her journal from her bag the ship had this wonderful sway while docked.. she took the time ta pen her journals entry of her mornings doings and her first voyage upon a ship.. with tha roll of her wrist as tha Captain had shown her, the blade appeared, setting it onto her pillow she began ta write

(02/18/13 - 12:24:01 )
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-=Skylar O'livianne=-
=Apothecary/Midwife=

•BOAT•
...is on a boat in Windstorm Harbour...

ALL: tha knock at her door brought her outta her thoughts, rising she moved towards the door seeing a large man there she lifted her gaze curiously nodding slowly as he explained tha ships departure would be delayed for unforeseen circumstances, but tha hopefully by days awakenin tha day before she would be setting sail closing tha door quietly her brows knitted, she sat back on the cot heavily, she was so ready for this, an now it was delayed, she leaned back against the wall letting her fingers trail over the dagger slowly wonderin wha she'd be doin then, mayhaps she could take a bit more time in the shops in town, spend the day making familiar with tha merchants, it could be a good thin she supposed...she'd nae let herself be too disappointed when she'd be able ta shop, she smiled an taking her dagger and her cloak donned them both and departed the ship after locking her cabin, speakin to tha Captain an being told no other room mate she nodded and headed in with word from him tha should the ship set out she'd be found an boarded

[Skylar O'livianne]

to be continued...

[Lady Edfeil]

It had been good to see goodwoman Skylar again. Or should she call her Lady Skylar. As the lawyful daughter of Markgraaf DeForia, she was entitled to such, though it seemed she had nae been raised to the title. Still, she had been raised well, and with love, and as such, she could be naught but happy for her friend's daughter. Coming of age it seemed had brought her more questions and she hoped at least some of them might be answered in Windstorm.
Mayhap more could be answered in travelling. She hoped she would accept the offer of the Pretty Boat if such was the case. The crew was growing restless. She had nae traveled much the last years and iffen she traveled it had been with the Gloriarc. She nae knew which ship was the fastest, yet the Gloriarc was definitely better armed and more ready to deal with an attack.
Still, the Pretty Boat was safe, and swift. And she could nae bear the thought of Skylar in danger. She had lost the mother through an act of God.. she would nae lose the daughter into the hands of men of less than good virtue.

[Skylar O'livianne]

Her return to Windstorm had been almost a relief, the sudden stop of travel due to illness aboard ship had brought her back without incident, though she wasn't sure where she belonged..she knew this needed to be the place she began.. she would seek out someone to assist in her plight of being homeless.. recalling the Queen's offer of the Pretty Boat..she knew she could travel in safety when needed.. taking paper an pen she began her draft