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Post by Alistair on Sept 15, 2011 22:50:06 GMT -5
He didn't know if every child in the bloodline would have this; or if it was only the eldest or the unlucky. He didn't know how the magic skipped this one and that one to settle into someone's soul. It wasn't something he could explain; or predict. He wasn't even completely sure this child would be like him. He only knew that she'd been having frightening night terrors. That she'd jerked awake almost violently every time; shooting up as if she was so afraid. Every time he'd either already been awake from his own dream or would jump thinking something was wrong.
He ran his hand though his hair, not sure how to answer her. He didn't want her frightened, but he wondered if she knew what she was seeing at night. Was it dreams of the past evils she'd been forced to see when he failed to get to her sooner? Or was it something to come? "Tell me about your nightmares." He asked her instead, in a deep and low voice to make sure it did not carry.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2011 23:43:04 GMT -5
Alistair noticed that Vaughn for once was silent mostly; and didn't smile and try to annoy him. More proof that Vaughn was growing a heart. "Walk with me, Brother, and I will tell you." He reached out to gesture for Vaughn to join him. A casual move that anyone would have done however with the knights and the castle as backdrop it might appear he was settling into his role well.
In fact he wasn't. He often grew uneasy with how people watched him and wanted to speak with him. Especially when others wanted to speak with him. He knew saying something wrong or doing something to revel himself could get them all in major trouble and ruin everything. He felt as if he was walking on a frozen river and any moment the ice would break and carry him swiftly under it. That he would not be able to escape nor get to her and his child in time.
When Vaughn started walking with him he looked around to make sure they were alone before speaking in a soft voice. "You look displeased. You wanted access and yet you never come to use it." More proof that Vaughn was not as evil as he claimed.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2011 23:35:00 GMT -5
Alistair walked into the room and noticed Garrett right away. He didn't dislike the man in anyway, but he wasn't pleased with the idea of any man working so close and alone with his woman. He also wasn't pleased with the ranks and how Garrett was over him. For Alistair to come from a world were no man held power over another in the way of being able to dictate his every move; he was grating to 'yes sir' and 'no sir'. Most times, Alistair did not, and just inclined his head in a silent way, to let the man take what meaning he would from it.
She held out her hand and it took him a few moments to realized what she wanted. The information. He had not written down a list, for he assumed he could just tell her. Alistair reached into his armor to pull out the folded paper were he would practice his writing on and handed it to her. It would not have the names she wanted on it but it would look like it for Garrett.
Alistair had not been able to read nor write in any language until he met Vaughn. Vaughn had been forced to teach him a few words to read in order for them to send 'word' of which stages a plan was at. Maeve had taught him some of his own language, while he was in her realm. He had never thought he would need to read or write in English. He had learned all he could while he was too weak to get up from a bed. However, it was not until Isadora that he started learning English on paper.
Garrett and her spoke for a moment about shopping and Garrett passed the chore to him. Alistair did not mind being ask to guard his princess; but being told too was still annoying. He could not however, refuse to do something he wanted to do. Not the shopping part; he hated shopping. He did however want to make sure nothing happened to her while out.
Garrett placed his hand on Alistair's shoulder as he passed by; and Alistair did not react move then a slight tilt of his head. He really did not dislike the man; he respected the knight. Yet for a free man; it was hard to take orders from anyone. "Shall we?" With a sharp glace behind him to make sure the door was shut and no one was watching; he turned back to her to pull her by the arm closer to him and cover her lips with his. "Yes."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2011 23:27:47 GMT -5
"Dadro," He told her when she asked what the word for father was. He noticed that her eyes were not leaking tears any longer; and he wondered why changed her. He didn't know for sure why she cried nor why she stopped but she did not look unhappy so for now he would let things go and not press the matter. There was one other thing he knew he would have to press however.
Another word to teach her, one that would open up everything they needed to speak of. "Drabarno," He paused to give her time to either think the word or repeat the word if she wished. It was one however that he knew she might need to know. He had known of her nightmares but until she told him of the child he had not thought anything of them other then how they frightened her. Now he knew what they were. Knew the fear she felt and the evil she saw. "Seer." It was what his mother was. It was what he was by blood; and what his child clearly was.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2011 23:05:59 GMT -5
A messenger had come up to Alistair and told him that the men he'd send to find his friend was returning. He was married to his Princess now, making him a prince (a title he wasn't sure he actually liked), and they had a child on the way. So say that his life was vastly different from when he first meet Vaughn was an understatement. He had met the man when he'd been ambushed by nomads. He's had known the other men would turn on Vaughn (after knowing Vaughn better he could understand why); and had warned the man. It had caused Vaughn not to kill him but to let them go their own ways.
They had not gone their own ways; but begin a friendship that was deep and hard for others to understand. There had been times when Alistair had doubted in that friendship with Vaughn; but his actions had spoke louder then his words. Vaughn had nearly died for him, proving that there was something besides cold stone in his chest.
Walking out into the courtyard, Alistair was there to greet his friend. He wore casual clothing, rather the armor but had a cape of Gwent's blue. His hair still hung low and and a beard covered his lower jaw. "Vaughn." He greeted his friend, noticing he did not look pleased.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2011 22:38:37 GMT -5
There were only three people in this world that Alistair would die for. Two of them he would be spending his evening with. His wife by his mind; whom soon would be his wife in her laws as well; and his sister. Maeve and Alistair had only crossed paths a few times in their lives but the first he had saved her life and the later, she had saved his. Her kindness and the way she opened her self up to everyone with out fear of being hurt and caused his to feel very protective of her.
The last person on that list was a man named Vaughn. Vaughn and Alistair's relationship was a series of highs and lows. While Vaughn had been in his the longest, and most often until late; their friendship had not progressed to anything stronger until recent months. When an old 'friend' of their past had threatened to expose Alistair as a druid and not a knight, Vaughn had helped Alistair out. Helped him out and then saved his life by taking an arrow meant for Alistair. It had proven to Alistair that Vaughn was not as heartless as he played to be, and that their bond was stronger then the other man let on. It was why he had embarrassed the request Vaughn had made of him rather then letting Vaughn drink the poison that Alistair had planned to kill him with.
Alistair had send a 'messenger' (one of a more magical nature) to a place where he knew Maeve would be or would pass by, to request that she come back for a visit. This morning, he received a reply that said she would come tonight. Alistair walked down the hall toward were he would meet Isadora and await their guest. He felt oddly nervous but did not let it show; making sure to keep his face blank and unreadable. Now days he often found more people watching him; and he knew that one mistake could expose them all. And now he had too much to loose. "Princess," He greeted her when he found her. He would have done or said more but her servants where often everywhere.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2011 14:34:04 GMT -5
He knew that she could not send people to watch over the druids. There were too many, they were too untrusting to allow them close, and with his people being hunted and killed everyday he could let her get involved. But he wanted to let send someone to watch over the princess. His princess. Yet he knew if someone magical showed up at her door, then Isadora would not be pleased. He's only meet her two times, and both times she had been hesitant of magic but had embraced him.
The mental image of Maeve's body guard showing up to walk by her side everywhere was not something he knew she would approve of. "Kak." He told her "Nais Tuke, Rani Maeve. I can not risk you and yours." Not for his people, and for the one he might have taken the risk for; then he knew she would not take the offer. She would back away from it.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2011 2:50:10 GMT -5
Hours later Alistair had build his list and was delivering it to her after his 'morning rounds'. At first he had not understood while each knight had to circle the grounds but when he found things other missed; and watched them each back up the other he began to understand. You were making sure nothing was missed. Protecting the castle by checking, double checking, and checking again. He approved.
He found a servant and asked where the Princess was; something he always felt awkward doing but managed to make it look indifferent. In his world homes were so small you looked up and found whom you were looking for. Here, he could walk around all bloody day and still not even catch the scent of her soap in a room.
When he arrived at where she was, he paused at the door while a servant entered and 'announced him'. Something he would never understand. Once he was announced, they opened the door so he could enter the room.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2011 2:26:03 GMT -5
Alistair understood more then she might think that there were somethings that you could not express properly in the words of the Englishmen. Something as simple as their word Wife, did not hold the in dept meaning as the Druid word for such a woman. Another word of sister was too common for such a bond between people; and while the men of his Princess' world gave titles upon birth of Lady and it was considered and honor; in his world you earned the title. It was why he called Maeve Rani Phei. Lady Sister. A title she earned from her work helping people and saving lives and a word that showed the bond he held between them.
In his world, he had earned such a title as well. Rai. It was a respected title but before his name. One that was bestowed not with a coronation but casually; yet felt a million times deeper then any knighting her word put on him for nothing done. "You are not an covariance, Rani Phei. Never say such words to me. You will do more then see her once more. You will dine with us? Stay in rooms we offer?" He knew that Isadora would welcome Maeve. Knew it in his heart. She had seen the scares on his chest and knew that something had saved him. He wanted her to meet that something. That someone.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2011 2:13:30 GMT -5
Well hell. "Kak." He told her, believing her but knowing he could not be here. He knew that he could not move but he also knew that he had to be in his world. He had to get back to it. He was needed! His people were dieing! He'd been here but a short while and he could already tell his gift would not let him see his own realm while here! What if she was in danger? What if too many died?! "I can not stay here!"
She might think he was safe here but he would bet that body guard of her's might not agree. While he was a warrior he knew that there was not one that would look for him. Even if Vaughn decided that he had need of the Druid; he would not know were to look. Alistair needed to to return home. The only reason he did not try was because he knew he would not make it past lifting his head. "I can not see here. I can not stop what I can not see." He told her, hoping she would understand.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2011 2:05:45 GMT -5
Alistair did not care if they were caught. She had his child with in her, and time was against them now. They had a limited amount of time to make everything look legal by her laws, and in order to keep her name free of the gossips. Let someone see them now; their hands were already forced.
He stood up when he noticed her eyes were wet. He had heard other men talk (because everyone in her world talked about everything) how their women cried when sad and when happy and when worried and when tired. He had never joined the talking but had been glad his woman was stronger then theirs had seemed to be.
He reached up to put his large hands on either side of her small face and wipe the wetness away with his thumbs. "Monisha." He repeated when she asked what that meant, "Wife. Or wife to be sometimes." To his mind she was his; and he was her's. She was his wife in all the ways that mattered to him. However, he knew her world was different and in her mind he was not her husband. "A man calls the woman in his life this, as a way to mark her as the highest in his life. No other will be higher." More important. It was a title given to a wife or woman whom has the other half of the man.
If she wished to learn, he would teach. Removing one hand from her face, he touched his chest, "Rom. Opposite of Monisha." Then his hand dropped down to her belly. "Daia. Mother."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 13, 2011 23:03:18 GMT -5
She hated to be kept waiting? How Princess of her. He stood there and watched her for a moment, debating on if he should call her out on being a Princess like he use to or to leave her thinking about kicking him out of her bed all day? He wanted to do the first but decided revenge would be sweeter if she suffered a bit for it. He moved forward to kiss her deeply; letting his fingers trail over her before he then pushed off the bed.
Picking up his stuff, he looked down at at once more. "As you wish," His voice was soft while in his normal deep timber and he dipped his head in a formal bow before turning to walk toward the door. While his bows were always slightly mocking, for he did not truly believe in titles; he was getting better at hiding the mocking behind it so they look real.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 13, 2011 22:50:38 GMT -5
"She will know who you are after this day, Rai Phei." He swore to her. Maeve was like his sister, and he wanted to make sure that Isadora knew it. That they he had not been just a friendless mindless druid who walked around his whole life and did nothing until he met her. "You do not need to be in this place. I will ask her to invite you and yours into the castle as esteemed guest.'
Could he do that? Make such an offer and use her name as such? He would never do it for anyone else, and felt unsure if he was over stepping something now but to hell if he was. He wanted to see his two favorite people (the only two he really treasured) together as friends. Maeve was a queen, and Isadora was going to be one as well one day. Making him the boy who grew up on dirt floors and not matched well with either. "You belong in her world."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 13, 2011 22:43:30 GMT -5
She knew what he meant with his lack of words but she couldn't know how he felt. He had lost everything as a child and she had just given him the world back. He's watched his family be ripped from each other and slaughtered at the order of some man who would not even bother to learn names and faces. She had just told him that he would have a family again. That he would not travel though life alone. He'd told her once that lovers and family waited int he stars for each other. He had always wondered if his mother and his father were a star looking down at him.
Now he knew that there would be something worth waiting for when he died. He loved his princess, she was his world; but a child with his blood and his line. Something tangible and real. Something besides words that would bid them together. He knew it would be a while but he wanted more then anything to hold the child now. He shot a look around before stepping back from her and dropping to his haunches to become eye level with where his child was with in her. He reached a hand out to put his large palm on her belly. It covered almost the whole thing for she was smaller then he. After a moment he let go of her belly and moved his forehead to rest there. He could not see everything in his future, but he would trade his soul for a sight of this.
Looking up at her, he knew he should at least try to say something. "Monisha, I can not even think words. I've wanted this for so long." His blood mixed with hers. A claim on a bit of her that no other man could deny. A child of his blood.
A child that could be her heir. He didn't miss that should this child be a son, they could hold the power to end the war on the druids as well. He knew she would do everything she could, but it was a game of thrones and power for her and her people. His child--his son should it be so--no one would question his claim to rule. He could bring peace, and carry out the changes she would start.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 13, 2011 22:25:30 GMT -5
Fairies? She was a fairies and took him to her fairy land. He thought about when he had told Mae that Isadora was a fairy princess. Ironic that now Maeve was telling him she was a fairy queen. She had told him once before but he had sort of assumed she mean something else. Like Druids but some group that said fairy. "Realm?" He repeated the word trying to wrap his mind around it.
He was at war with a kingdom and thought that it was life or death but apparently there was something bigger then kingdoms out there. He tried to move his hand up to his face to rub the headache that was there--but the pain jolted though him and he dropped his hand. His head was spinning and he could not think about her words. Safe here? In a fairy's world. With her body guard. "Your a queen?" Had she not called her self that before?
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Post by Alistair on Sept 7, 2011 23:11:47 GMT -5
He could see her thinking and wondered what it was about. His past? His father? Or why he would not wear anything to stop his dreams. She looked up at him and spoke and at first he did not comprehend. He thought she was speaking of one day; or the idea of it. That she might continue and say that she fear for the baby with his dreams. However she looked up at him as if trying to judge what hide hind his impassive face. However he could tell by her tone and by how she looked at him that she was not speaking of one day; or dreams; wishes; or even fears.
She meant soon.
Alistair grew very still. Unmoving at he stared down blankly at her for a few very long moments. He was--she was going--
His eyes moved lower from her face to look toward her middle as he tried to take in her words. In his mind he was trying to think everything at once but there was a sharp hum of blankness. Later he would think of everything they had just spoken about. About the dreams and the troubles and the fears. For now he only knew that his bloodline was in her; and the child even now grew. He'd spoken of children and knew that one day they would come but to have one now; to know it was coming was more then he could have ever asked for. It made everything real and seem upon them in this moment. He did not even care she had chosen to tell him while buried in the middle of the home of the men who had murdered his family.
He was going have a child! A child that held her blood mixed with his! Something to carry own when time caught up with him! The euphoria and the burden hit him all at once and it had taken him many moments to even more. When he was able his eyes moved back to her and his face took on a smile. Not one of his past grins, or casual twitches of lips but a bright and wide smile. He didn't care if he looked the fool in this moment. It was a child!
He saw it now; every sign he missed. She had gained weight but he had not cared; her hand at times rested on her middle but he'd assumed it was for one reason or another; she had been hungry and at times sick and she'd hand nightmare and she had been more curious about his parents and heritage---nightmares. Oh blood effing hell.
His smile faded and his hands came up to rest on her hips. His child. His gift. His blood. A druid in a house of nobles. Pulling her closer he wrapped his arms around her and buried his head into the top of her head. He didn't know what to say or even to express the joy he was feeling. Even knowing that their would be hardships and hard decisions before them he still felt the pure joy of a child. In a deep but pleased voice he mutter the words of his people into her hair knowing she would not understand but she would. He would help one day. Not tonight; for tonight they would have other things to say. "Monisha, I do not know the words to tell you what this means to me." Monisha being Druid for wife or wife to be. The woman you held highest in your life.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 7, 2011 22:43:30 GMT -5
The bit a news surprised him. Not that Maeve had high things to say about Isadora but that they had meet before. He knew Maeve spoke highly of everyone unless they were evil and knew as well that Isadora would always be the perfect lady. Something he would never be; Perfect. "I did not know your paths had crosses before."
He would have to talk to his princess and see what she had to say of the meeting. Not because because he had any fears but for them to both know the same person and be on good terms with them had never happened before. "When was this?" He asked, wanting to know more; everything, but just more for now.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 7, 2011 1:50:45 GMT -5
"No, he was a farmer." Alistair did not know how his parents came to be but he knew that this father was not a druid. He could guess, but never know for sure. Which made him only half Druid, and the child less then that. Surely any child would have a less chance of getting his gift with the blood of others mixing in more and more. "When they married it was not dangerous to be a Druid. It wasn't for many years." He'd been twelve when everything ended.
Her other question however was something he could answer. "My mother never did, she embraced her gift and I used to wonder why." Now he knew. When you had something to loose, you wanted to know how to stop it. "You can't stop what you don't know is coming." You could not save someone if you did not get a warning first. He was not going to loose her. When a child enter their lives he would have more to be on the watch for. He'd lost everything once; and he'd be damned if he was going to loose it again.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 7, 2011 1:29:35 GMT -5
If you were the only heir to a kingdom, he was sure most people in that kingdom knew your name; but there was something about the way Maeve had said it, and spoke about her. It made him wonder if she was speaking of her though his words or speaking of her though her eyes. He wasn't sure how or when the girls would have or could have met but he had learned to trust himself when he picked up on details.
"Is she?" He asked her watching her face; not in the way he would a strangers where he looked for any detail and was ready to defend should the detail revel something he needed to stop. In a more clam way. "You know if her then?" Or knew her personally?
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Post by Alistair on Sept 6, 2011 21:57:24 GMT -5
He felt like he was dying. If that was better then on fire then yes, he was feeling better. "I can inhale." Which was something he had trouble with earlier. He wanted to sit up but he had the feeling if he tried he's be back out like a light. If he inhaled too deeply he felt the edges of his sight go fuzzy and dark as if he was coming. Had it not been from years of having Vaughn in his life he would not have known that speaking out get the guard away for the moment.
There was something however that he had to know. Something that did not make since and he knew even with out being able to look out a window. It was brighter here. As if nothing blocked the midday sun to cast a shadow anywhere. A white sort of bright that did not quite burn the eyes. The smell lacked any must or moss or anything that hinted of the life he had known. It was as if a permanent breeze keep things clean; yet the air was still. "Is this a star?" The stars being a Druid's way of asking if this was the afterlife. Where family awaited for the others to join them before going on.
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