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Post by Dorian Hawkmoon on May 21, 2004 9:07:55 GMT -5
Lords, He was tired....not the tiredness that resulted from lack of sleep....but a tiredness of the spirit. It didn't help that this time of the year was the hardest on Him physically....the spring sapped His strength, a bit...and recent events had left Him a very dangerous smouldering fire....the murder....this strangely attentive Lord from Kent, who seemed to have become smitten with Lady Edfeil...The seeming betrothal of Lady Andrea to Roland after the Duchess had arrived....then another betrothal.....He shook His head....'twas enough to drive a Man to an ale cask....As these thoughts whirled through His brain, He found Himself standing at the door to His Daughter's chambers.....for long moments, He stands there...then raises a hand to knock upon the stout wooden door....
"Siya?....'tis Dorian.....mayI enter?...."
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on May 21, 2004 11:52:17 GMT -5
(*Sets a cask of ale infront of yer chambers... with best wishes from yer favourite Viking*  ) |
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Post by =Siya Maiden= on May 22, 2004 12:03:48 GMT -5
She was in bed catching up on her sleeping, she had spent a number of days in Port Thunder and had just arrived home that eve.
She was fast alseep, until her eyes wearily opened upon the rapping at her door. She yawned as she heard her Fathers voice seeking permission to enter.
She pushed herself up in her bed, and yawned again rubbing her eyes she called back to her Father.
Aye Father, o' course ye may enter...
Although she was tired, she took note of a slightly stressfull strain hidden within her Fathers voice. Once more she yawned and leaned back against her pillows, sitting up in her bed, awaiting her Father to enter.
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Post by Dorian Hawkmoon on May 25, 2004 9:34:51 GMT -5
Slowly, He turned the latch...opening the door and stepping across the threshold. He made a vain attempt to keep His voice light and cheerful...but then He was rarely a cheerful Man, "Good morn, dearest Daughter....I pray I nae roused Ye from a deep slumber and that Ye slept as a contented child the night now past..." He'd continued into the room as Siya straightened up in Her bed, the covers pulled modestly up around Her, and fetched a chair...setting it near enough that He could converse with Her easily and in a quiet manner. He could see the barely masked look of concern in Her eyes and with a gentle smile, He reached out for Her hand, grasping it gently...."Nae fret, Siya...I am well.....'tis merely that I wished to spend some easy, quiet time with M'Daughter...I thought perhaps We might talk a bit....or breakfast together, if Ye're hungry....and perhaps after, We might ride out together and enjoy the day for a bit..."
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Post by =Siya Maiden= on May 26, 2004 0:24:01 GMT -5
She smiled at him lovingly as he entered her room, even through the smile though she could not hide the concern in her features as to what reason her father had called upon her this morn.
She watched him potter over and sit beside her bed, he took her hand and she curled her fingers around it, smiling to him as she listened to him speak.
She discreetly looked him over, to her, he looked tired, mayhaps he had something on his mind, and even though he reasured her nothing was a miss, for now, she didn't press the issue, she just smiled at him lovingly, and gave him a nod.
That would be delightful Father, though I nae really be 'ungry...some quiet time and a ride with ye be just perfect methinks! I would love te!
She squeezes his hand enthusiasticly, although, she had only had a short sleep, she truly looked forward to this. Between her Fathers duties and her own duties, they hardly got any quiet time with each other. She would catch up on her sleep another time, and use this time to spend it with her loved one.
She asked him with a blush, if he would mind stepping out while she quickly changed from her night gown to her clothes, and once he stepped out the room, she was quick to get changed.
After washing her face and pinning up her hair, she stepped out of her chambers to meet with her Father again, she smiled at him and nodded.
Shall we begin our day then Father...
She closed her chamber door behind her and looked forward to what the morning held for her.
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Post by Dorian Hawkmoon on May 26, 2004 8:25:16 GMT -5
He had offered His arm to Her and She had lain Her hand upon it as They walked the corridor...In no particular hurry, They walked along slowly...making small talk as They did...He asking Her of Her duties and how she'd fared...Her asking Him if he was resting enough and eating properly. He smiled as He looked to Her and impulsively placed His arm around Her shoulder, drawing Her close to Him. He could tell that She worried over Him...knew for a fact that She did....and He worried over Her not one whit less....His love for this sometimes brash young Lady was complete, absolute, and unequivocal...yet sometimes He felt He didn't tell Her enough...or in the proper way....that indeed He did love His Daughter...and was so very proud of Her. She had filled a void within Him that had lain empty for many years...He had loved being a Father...it had made Him complete...and when His Children were lost to Him forever, He'd thought that never again would He know or enjoy that poignant, painful at times love that only a Parent can feel...Yet here He was...once more a Father....and He vowed that somehow He would find a way to tell Her in no uncertain terms just how much Her gift to Him mattered.
All this meandered through His mind as they walked to the stairs, descending into the Hall....and He gently nudged Her in the direction of the Kitchens....for He did have one tiny surprise for Her. He had hoped She would wish to spend the day outside the Castle with Him, so He'd taken the liberty to speak to Cook the night before and bid him make up a basket of food enough for two...and was assured that the basket would be ready as requested. Siya looked to Him with a question in Her eyes as They stepped into the Kitchens...and in return, He simply smiled and nodded to the table...
"I thought perhaps We might have a bit of a picnic during Our ride...I know Ye nae be hungry just yet...but Ye will be later. If Ye wish, We could sit upon the cliffs and talk of whatever enters Our minds first....the day shows hints at being quite beautiful...."
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Post by Robin of Loxley on May 26, 2004 9:19:20 GMT -5
* A great thread ye two have going........keep it going !!
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Post by =Siya Maiden= on May 27, 2004 8:23:46 GMT -5
She had felt his arm upon her shoulder, and the pull of her close to him. To her this was one of the most closest moments she had shared with her Father. A moment of purity, not a closeness bought on by tragedy, or anger, apologies or sickness. Just a moment, of true appreciation.
A smile kept true upon her lips as they made their way down to the hall, the small talk quite pleasant, all the neccessaties of the particular conversation out of the way.
She felt him give her a nudge towards the kitchen, and wondered why they were heading that way, of course she had told him she wasn't hungry, but he insisted and they went through to the kitchen, and revealed to her was a lovely packed picnic for two.
Her eyes lit up like bright stars on a clear night, she looked to her Father, then back at the feast, then back to him again, he nodded to her, and before she could even say a word he explained himself.
She didn't know what to say, he had gone to, what seemed to her, quite some effort, and she felt so blessed that she had someone who wanted to suprise her with such.
She turned to him and hugged him as tight as she could, all the while a chuckle coming from her, her smile as wide as her cheeks would allow.
Father...this is....this....is...I love it!....What a beautiful idea...! Ye 'ad this planned from the verra begining...o' the morn....aye??
I nae know what I 'ave done te deserve such a loving Father, but I am glad I 'ave found one!
She steps from the embrace she had engulfed him in and stepped to the bench that the picnic basket sat upon. She scooped it up in her arms and trotted back over to her Father.
She slid her free arm back through his and smiled up at him.
Come, let us go...I be verra excited te start on this ride te the cliffs...and I shall cherrish the time we sit and talk freely about what e'er comes te our minds...
He leads her from the kitchen as they head through the castle and to the stables, finding that thier horses have already been saddled and are ready for travel.
They both mount the horses and she smiles over to him lovingly as she nudges her horse in the ribs and takes off with a chuckle, looking back over her shoulder to see him follow.
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Post by Dorian Hawkmoon on May 29, 2004 22:49:20 GMT -5
His eyes crinkled with merriment as He swung Himself into Stepper's saddle and turned him towards the gate, following after His impishly chuckling Daughter....nudging the great stallion to a canter to catch up with Her, then riding side by side through the great gates. He spared a glance heavenward and saw that the skies were predominantly blue....dotted here and there with a few puffy clouds...and though a bit on the cool side, the temperature was decidedly going to climb. It was incredible how calm He felt at this moment...happy even...He should have arranged this long ago. Looking sidewards, He saw that same happiness reflected on Siya's face....in the brightness of Her smile...and the tune she hummed as They rode. She was truly a beautiful young Lady...and one day some handsome, dashing Man would sweep Her from Her feet and take Her away from Him...but that would not be a sad day...no....for She would begin a new life with Her true love...and He would still be Her Father...and He will love Her always...He chuckles softly, and a mischievious glint creeps into His eyes as He speaks....
"Race Ye t'the cliffs...." Then laughing, He spurs Stepper hard and gallops off...
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Post by =Siya Maiden= on May 31, 2004 8:33:56 GMT -5
She smiles at her Father as they ride side by side, she knows he loves her, and he knows she loves him. This time they had found to spend together today was just wonderful, she couldn't have asked for a more better start to a day.
Her smile turned to a grin when she heard her Fathers words of a race to the cliffs, she laughed and watched as he took off before her, she called out after him.
NO FAIR!, YE 'AVE A 'EAD START!
She nudges Whisper a little harder with her heel and gallops, which soon turns into a canter to catch up with her father, all the while laughing.
Pretty soon she catches him up and they race side by side, she yells out playfull jests to her Father as they race. They both reach the cliff, her Father narrowly beating her there, she still jests to him that he cheated with a head start.
They both dismount their horses and she grabs the picnic basket in one arm and moves to her Fathers side.
They both stand there on the cliff, their eyes wide at the sight before them, the lands that flow at the bottom of the cliffs, and the lands that flow beyond that. The beautiful sun beaming through the clouds onto them.
She smiles and happily sighs as she moves right up close to her Father and curls her arm around his and lays her head upon his shoulder.
They both stand there, enjoying the sharring of this moment together.
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Post by Dorian Hawkmoon on Jun 8, 2004 12:08:20 GMT -5
The still cool breeze caresses Father and Daughter as they stand there...He slips an arm about Her shoulders and with His eyes still looking outwards, He places a gentle kiss to the top of Her head...
"'Tas been long since I have looked out t'wards the sea, Siya....t'wards the waves....and the beautiful, yet oft times deadly mysteries that the waters conceal...." His tone grows more wistful, tinged with just a touch of longing..."So many times the seas have called out to Me, almost a lover's sweet whisper....beckoning Me Home again..." He sighs slowly..."but there is nae more Home there t'return to....save the wasted ruins of a place that is nae more..." He feels her turn to look up at Him and as He tightens His arm upon Her in reassurance, he turns to look down into Her eyes, smiling now..."Nae fret, now Siya...I have truly found Myself here in Windstorm....and I have found more happiness than I ever dared dream I would..." He turns to look back out once more at the waters in the distance..."This is My Home, now....and shall be My Home for as long as She wants or needs Me ..." He takes just a moment of silence, nodding but once to the distant sea...then turns once more to Her with a grin...."Now...shall We see what delicious morsels cook has gifted Us with?"
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Post by Shaina OOCly on Jun 9, 2004 0:10:41 GMT -5
Ooohhh loverly thread .... ~VBS~
Missing all of you!!!
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Post by LadyLaurestina on Jun 9, 2004 10:37:17 GMT -5
((Excellent ...very well done...* claps softly* wonders what will happen next?))
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Post by =Siya Maiden= on Jun 15, 2004 10:54:17 GMT -5
She listens to her Father speak, indulging all his words, his thoughts making a web full of thoughts for herself. She looks up at him a couple of times while he speaks, his arm squeezing around her is all the reasurance she needs from him.
She looks back out over the ocean, the sun fully risen now, feeling the warmth of it embracing her now. The slight tug from her Father as he tells her he's ready to eat, she smiles up at him with a nod.
As he turns to step and walk to the picnic basket, she looks back out over the ocean. Her Fathers touch had now left her as she wrapped her arms around her chest, her eyes glazing over glassy as a moment of heart filled emotion hits her.
She knows her Father is not standing at her side at this moment, and the words just quietly slip from her mouth as her eyes search the waves that ripple across the sea. Her words spoken to no one, but in a sense, someone.
I still miss them ye know, my Mother and my real Father...I miss Ireland....
She closes her glassed eyes for a moment, taking in a quiet but deep sigh, this is a happy time for her, it really is, but she never wastes a moment to reflect on what has been, and what will always be.
Her lips form into a smile as she takes in a breath of the fresh air with the light scent of the ocean upon it, the singing in her ears of the birds happily chirping, obviously greatful for the beautiful day that unfolded for them.
She opens her eyes again and gives a little nod to herself, her smile kept upon her lips, she too was now ready to eat.
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Post by Dorian Hawkmoon on Jun 17, 2004 22:45:47 GMT -5
He hears the softly spoken words to no one...and yet...to Someone...and He turns to look at Her once more. He knows what She feels....knows the emptiness of a heart torn from the love and safety of Family....the reassuring day to day of a Home born into....the deepest ache of lonliness, even when in a crowded Hall, surrounded by Friends and Family...the feeling of belonging...and yet feeling alien also. Though He is older now, once He was young.....and His emotions burned like wildfire....just as Hers do now. He feels a slight pang at Her words....knowing He will never be the Father that gave Her life....that He can never return Her Mother to Her....nor allow Her to once again the embrace the Man that gave His life so that she would live. But yet, He also knows that He gives Her love, respect, encouragement, and guidance...and She does love Him in return....for no one can say "Father" to Him as She does. For years, only One other has seen the tenderest of looks that He gives to Her....and He takes Her hands, looking deeply into Her eyes...pouring all that He is still able to feel into His words....
"Tis allright t'lament the passing of loved one's, beloved Daughter.....for in that lamentation, We show Our feelings and love for Those that have passed...it hurts, oh how it hurts...like a blade passing through the heart....and 'tis a wound that takes long t'heal...and oft it ne'er does. But remember this, dearest Siya.....nae one can take Thy memories from Ye...and as long as Ye have those memories safely barricaded within Thy heart, Thy loved Ones are ne'er truly gone...They live within Ye for as long as Ye draw breath. I know I can ne'er take the place of Thy Father...nor would I wish to...He was the Man that gave Ye life, and I thank Him every day I breathe for His unknowing gift to Me. But I shall repay Him...and Ye....for what Ye both have given Me....nae in coin, nor chattel....but by loving Ye...protecting Ye...and encouraging Ye....and returnig every last ounce of love gladly a hundredfold....and one last thing, My dearest Daughter....know that I can feel Thy Father looking down upon Ye....and smiling at teh Woman His Daughter has become....and I promise....when the wind blows just right....Ye can hear the words.....I Love Ye....Daughter...."
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