An Extended Welcome (Yassia) Jun 10, 2012 17:24:34 GMT -5
Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Jun 10, 2012 17:24:34 GMT -5
Yassia wondered what exactly this young lady would know about Caitrin, and what her Mercian family thought about her. It might be interesting to compare the view Yassia herself had on her friend with the one her family might had. None of this, though, she would tell to Caitrin of course, as she one: would not betray Aoife’s confidence and two: would not want to intrude into family affairs. Caitrin didn’t seem on best terms with her family anyway, and so it wouldn’t do to widen the gap even more. But then, who knew? Maybe the view they had on Caitrin was better than expected? Time would have to tell, but Yassia would also not press the issue, if Aoife proved to be diplomatic about it. But then, she was a child still, and children were often far more honest about things they had heard, without seeing all too much need for discretion. How much of a lady would Aoife yet be?
“Yes indeed, she is betrothed”, Yassia agreed with a fond smile, being so glad about her friend’s luck in finding what could only be described as her other half. “To a man named Griff Aubert, he’s from the south of Albion, and he’s just the man for her.”
She couldn’t help but give a short laugh at Aoife’s so innocent-cautiously put but very apt description of Caitrin de Archer. Headstrong and stubborn, oh yes, that was Caitrin, even though Yassia might not have put it that harshly. She might have used more diplomatic words, like ‘decisive’ and ‘wilful’, as she certainly knew what she wanted and usually also knew the ways how to get it. Yassia often admired her friend for that sureness, even though she had seen her in a very vulnerable moment recently. “Oh, well, she might be a bit different from other ladies I know, and she knows what she wants to be in life and which way she does not want to go, and can be very persistent about that”, Yassia said and winked at the young lady. “If that is another definition of headstrong, I might agree with you there. But it is not the worst thing to have a plan for your life that might seem a little off the beaten track. I am sure a few people in MY homeland might also call me headstrong and stubborn, and me being here could be seen as the perfect proof of that fact.” Fondly, she remembered a certain conversation between Caitrin and herself, when they had made the slightly silly vow to rather die before they would resort to topics such as needlework and embroidery as a talking subject.
Tips from locals often were worth gold, Yassia had learned that on her travels quite a lot, even though she had not been exactly out for doing sightseeing along the track she had to take, but tips were also important for dangers you might run into – even though she had often not listened to them. One of these moments of not listening had brought her together with Oliver… and once again he had sneaked his way into her thoughts in the most peculiar moment, and brought a fey smile to her face. She would definitely visit the markets of Mercia, but she would not do it alone. She wouldn’t have to do anything alone anymore, if she didn’t want it.
“If you say they are great, then I shall definitely have to check them out”, she remarked. “Thank you very much, Lady Aoife. Maybe there I can also get what I need for my journey back, it shall be a bit… more complex than my journey here, with also a few more people to consider.” She didn’t want to elaborate too much on that topic, since she didn’t know how far the news of her betrothal to Oliver and all that it would entail had spread yet.
Nodding thoughtfully, Yassia thought back on a few events on her journey when she really had been scared for her life. On the boat during the crossing of the channel… in Vortigern’s claws… during her forcedly prolonged stay in Escetia… on two of these occasions she had been on her own, and the other she had come out of alone. “Sometimes it was… but sometimes you encounter miracles when you are on your own, miracles you would never see if you were not alone. So in hindsight I really can’t complain. And Mercia…” Yassia took a moment to give this question her full attention and not answer with a simple courtly pleasantry. “It is very different from the countries I have seen so far, but then I’ve never been so far north. But there is a slight melancholy about it that I find completely charming. I will certainly keep it in good memory. And the people are for sure very welcoming.”