The new scribe

[Sinold Bragasson]

Last night Sinold had reason to be one of the proudest men in the whole of Windstorm.

It had been a an amiable evening although it had started less than well… He had cast some runes, and found what they showed quite gloomy. The Franks began to loom over everything done in the castle, something not much to Sinold’s liking. Lord Thanatos had joined him then, a good opportunity to cast away the gloominess with a few glasses of nice strong whiskey. It seemed Thanatos had never before tasted that potent liquor, much to Sinold’s amusement. He managed to get four glasses of the brew into the man – one needs to get a feel for whiskey and such is not acquired after just one shot! – and much fun was to be had afterwards.

Letha later joined them, having found time away from the foal Sinold had gifted her. She seemed to have taken to it like a fish to water, it pleased Sinold immensely that his gift was so well received. they talked about taking a ride together on Jord and Idun, sometime the next day. An activity Sinold looked forward to with great anticipation!

But then came something he hadn’t foreseen, at all – with gracious words Lady dream bestowed upon Letha the office of castle scribe for Windstorm. Sinold was very proud when Letha accepted this her new assignment and duty. What a wonderful and talented wife he would have, and what a beautiful companion he had already!

[Halethala]

She’d discovered the room quite by accident, not being one to simply poke about behind doors she wasn’t certain were meant to be open to all the household. One afternoon, while still recovering from the soup disaster, she had sought the solace and quietness of the library and accidentally stumbled into the room instead of the place she’d meant to find. She’d been pouring over the accounts of a seemingly mysterious flogging that had taken place in the village square not more than four years before hand, trying to decipher the cryptic writing to find what the man had done to deserve his fate, when she absent-mindedly overshot her destination, by a long ways, actually, and wandered into the unlocked room. Disoriented at first, she’d stood dumbly, wondering what on EARTH had happened to all the scrolls! Blushing at her mistake, she’d simply looked about a bit, then shut the door behind her quietly and sought the right door. Yet the room had remained on her mind . .

Once again, she sought empty room, intentionally this time. How often it seemed, things happened not by way of accident. As she stood in the center of the dusty space, she measured it with her eye, dreaming of what could be, and thinking back to a few nights before . .

It had been an aimless sort of night. She’d found Sinold plying Sir Thanatos with strong drink, both perhaps having had more than they should, yet still behaving fairly well . . Soon more entered, and the room filled. She had the uncomfortable feeling she’d claimed the Lord Sighehelm’s favored chair, the largest one in the room, so she offered to share it with Sinold. He’d tried several times to entice her out to see the ponies, perhaps even attempt to ride them, which she was most eager to do. Yet Lady Edfeil kept pressing questions to him, so Letha kept pulling him back in to answer her.

Then, so very unexpectedly, Lady Dream stood solemnly before her, smiling her in gracious, sweet way. She looked up questioningly as the Lady asked her if it were not true that she wished to find something useful to set her hands to within the household. Letha agreed that was so, more curiously. The good Lady Loxely then informed her of the decision to appoint her to the honored position of Scribe of Windstorm . . it seemed a mutual consent, and Letha gripped Sinold’s hand very tightly as she digested this news. . .

It had taken some time to adjust to her new role . . fighting uncertainty that she could do justice to it . . But when the sad news of Lady Layla’s untimely demise struck her heart, she knew it was time to begin. She’d gone to find Lady Loxley, inquiring about the use of the room, which the kind Lady did not hesitate to grant permission. And so, before a single speck of dust was wiped from it, before a she could even begin to dream of what to furnish her special space with, she entered the room and settled on the floor, spreading out an old blanket to protect the fine vellum she wished to use to set the very first document she would pen in the name of her home: A letter of condolence to the bereft Lord Daniel, on behalf of all who dwelt in Windstorm Castle.

M’Lord Daniel de Foria

It is with the heaviest of hearts and most fervent expressions of friendship and love that we extend our deepest condolences to thee in this time of mourning. There are simply no words that can bring the healing ye need, yet rest assured beyond a shadow of a doubt there are many who bear ye up in their thoughts and prayers, and wouldst encompass thee and your dear little daughter with the softest cushion of sincere concern that ye could wish for. Nothing can replace the beautiful soul that has been taken from thee, of this we know. Naught of us can endure this time for thee. And though many have walked similar paths of mourning, none can truly comfort what oft must be born alone.

Speak of her often in praise and love. She will never truly die then, but live on in your memory and ours. And in her child. May God grant ye peace beyond your understanding.

In Deepest Friendship,
The Family at Windstorm Castle

She found herself idling tracing the twisted swirls of the bracelet that had never left her wrist since it had been given to her . . so many women did not live to see the sweet child they bore . . of course, one always worried, and rejoiced all the more when all went well, for all too often, it did not . .

She considered re-penning it, the wavering hand a bit obvious in places, and one dark spot from her tears could not be dried completely . . yet she left it as it was, and prepared it properly for conveyance to its destination.


((OCC: Would it be possible to send the sympathy greeting along to the funeral on Saturday? I know I will not be able to attend . . or would it be better to post it on his home board someplace? Thanks for any help you can give . . ))

[Dream Loxley]

ooc...... Beautiful post Letha ....I posted the letter on their boards for you. Well done

[Halethala]

((Thank you Dream . . the roleplay around this sadness has been amazing . . I wish I could have accompanied you all . . ))

[Dream Loxley]

(( Amazing yes......too real I fear. The event was far too sad....I sat alone r/t whilst playing it and actually cried! It has been the same when other chars have died.....they simply become so real to us. *hugs you*))

[Admin]

(( I remember back in my first home.. it was Dracon Castle and it was a charr called Carlos Stormblade. He had made a very close and dear friend , for the life of me I can not remember his name.. but he was a weapons master. Well, do to RT problems, his charr was killed off. We gave him a viking funeral one day, a huge event, and it was a seriouly sad moment for many. I myself bawled like a child, the pain was so real. Mostly cause we had become very good friends both RT and VT, . It had become to the point where he and Carlos were like brothers. It felt like my RT brother had died all over again. The only other time I have cried over the death of a charr, was the death of our own dear departed and increadably missed Cinder, for that too was a very sad day in my online career so to speak. This is one draw back to the caliber of rp that we do in WS, for it is almost impossable to not develop very strong relationships and friendships between both charrs and the people behind the charrs. I personally, belive that is a small price to pay for the dear friendships I have made over the years I have been roleplaying. Some of these friends I have known for over eight years. Some have been far more strong then others, and some have past beyond friendships and into a family bond of sorts. To each and one of my family at Windstorm, I may not be on very much latly, but do know this, I miss each and one of you on a daily basis and look forward to our next meeting. ))

[Halethala]

It was with a great deal more joy that Letha tackled the task of her second official missive from Windstorm, this one to Titan and Theresa . . deeply grateful that this time the news of a birthing was wreathed in smiles . .

To the happily expanding O'Connor family ~

Our hearts rejoice with thee all upon hearing of the newest addition to your hearts and home! May your sweet little Kaleigh be naught but a blessing to not only thee, her father and mother, but all that encounter her throughout her long and fruitful life!

Guide her with your wisdom, wrap her in your love . . May she always choose well the pathways she treads, and take up with courage and strength the fate laid before her . .

In Friendship and Joy
The Family and House of Windstorm Castle


((I really should get out more ~ once again, could I ask it be delivered by those who visit the newborn soon? *smiles abashedly*))

((Yes, Agustin . . how very true your words . . ))

[Dream Loxley]

(( Done and Thankyou )