Post by spitfire on Mar 2, 2010 10:35:10 GMT -5
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
It's like she popped out overnight. Fourteen weeks pregnant, not yet halfway through her pregnancy, and already Kendra felt huge. She could no longer get away with letting out her dresses or keeping her corsets loosely laced, she'd had to rummage through crates to get to the warmer dresses she had made when pregnant with Brianna and even those were tighter than they had been around her ever growing belly and at the chest.
The morning sickness had passed (praise the gods) and so had the deep tiredness that afflicted her all day, every day. That is not to say she still didn't tire easily, Kendra still fell asleep at odd times, and even the oddest places. The only reason she had found the bed now was because she had snuggled in with Brianna for naptime, reading to the baby until she fell asleep. Only Kendra did as well, the bound book falling from her fingers to the floor with a thud, her body curved protectively around Bree's who cuddled against her mother's warmth and her new sibbling, intermittently sucking on a thumb.
The big chamber was quiet, the winter afternoon light made fainter as it filtered through stained glass panes. If Brianna was sleeping peacefully, it was not so for Kendra. Dreams chased her, images of her mother reaching out to her from the grave, her face a mask of pain and grief, only to meld with Adrian's as the face soon vanished, nothing but a long, keening howl marking its faded presence. Kendra tried, over and over again to reach for those hands only to touch ether and as she was left staring into the empty grave it moved, shifting much as water would until from its dept an island rose, roughly the size and shape of one she knew only from sight, tendrils of mists rising for it, weaving through air and reaching for Kendra, who suddenly bolted upright, a cry torn from her lungs. NOO!!! , it was loud enough to startled Brianna, light lavender eyes opening wide with fear, her howl much like the one Kendra had heard in the dreams. Kendra twisted around and reached for her daughter, craddling her in her lap, taking comfort from the small, warm body as she rocked back and forth, trying to soothe her, not realising her own cheeks were wet with tears.
Ssshhh..m'annsachd...sssh...its alright a bheanachd (my beloved, my blessing)
Adrian Teppes
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He inhaled the fresh air, his little outing with the two pups had become regular events. Both Pups were beyond his teaching now, and they hunted as well..if not better then Adrian himself. Adrian had come to love watching the two of them hunt..in the perfect movements, in the silent approach and in the kill. Faolan and Ghost were skilled seperatley, but it was when they unted in tandem that it was truly a sight-
-He had just left the two pups to there most recent kill, and was meanering through the countryside on his own. Clan Macgregor...it was not a name tha was associated with friendliness..and already that word that the exhiled daughter had returned home was spreading far an wide. Many villagers from other ares remarked on the keep being rebuilt in a day...people were speaking of bad omens. and other clans seemed to be growing restless. His name was not known yet, and so he was free to wander the lands unharried, and had on many occasion experienced the hospitality of total strangers. Scotland was an odd place..but the more he traveled it..the more it spoke to his soul.. Rough and hard on the outside..but caring and kindness still ever present-
-His feet carried him home, and it was long until he was kicking snow off his boots on the small stoop that lead into the main hall. He was on his way tothe kitchen..when he heard your cry rend the air..his blade slipped from its sheath with a silent hiss and he took off at a silent run. bursting into the room head swiveling madly as he looked for the source of distress-
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T: Her heart still resting, perspiration dotting her forehead, Kendra tried to calm herself so she could calm Bree, who was sobbing brokenheartedly against Kendra's shoulder, a small, plump fist twined in raven hair. Kendra rubbed Bree's back, squeezing her own eyes shut to keep more tears from falling.
I'm sorry leannan, twas only a dream..only a dream a luaidh, she whispered over and over again only to startle as Adrian burst into the room, eyes snapping open with a gasp, and Brianna's sobs increasing with the new fright.
That is how Adrian found them, Kendra sitting awkwardly (due her size) in the middle of the bed amidst a mess of sheets and furs, holding a howling Bree to her, both of them looking more than bewildered.
Adrian Teppes
.-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He stalked off towards the window, peering out of ot..looking still for signs of intrusion-What happened..whats wrong?
-He gave off a kind of expectant energy..a father bear protecting his family. He hadnt much looked at you yet so focused was he on finding the source of all the anguish. The grip on his sword was hard..knuckles turning white-
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
A dream..a nightmare.., Kendra pitched her voice so it would carry over the sound of Brianna's cries, shifting the baby into another position, curving her around her stomach, Brianna's head resting in the crook of her elbow, much as it had when she was still nursing. The little girl sobbed, hiccuped, face red with exertion.
She'll nio' stop weeping...I canna..., Kendra leaned over as best she could, touching her lips to blonde hair in soft, comforting kisses.
Adrian Teppes
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He let out a slow sigh of relief..his frantic search for something wrong came to an end and he had to chuckle..just slightly as all it was was a nightmare. He was a bit on edge he supposed..talk of unrest, and the fact he hadn;t really fought anything in awhile must be etting to him. there was an edge of eagerness underlining the fierce sense of protection he had just felt-
-The Blade slid back into its sheath, and he crossed to you, sliding to sit on the edge of the bed, gently taking Bree from your arms, holding the not so wee babe in the crook of his arm rocking gently, and smiling down at the ruddy faced babe-
Its alright little one all is safe..everything is fine..besides if there was trouble you would have been able to handle it! isn;t that right Bree the feared?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Kendra more than willingly handed over Brianna, and the baby reliquished her hold on her mother for the welcome arms of her father. The same tiny fist curled around one of his fingers and her sobs eased. As soon as Bree had left her arms, Kendra moved out of the bed, sliding to the edge of the mattress and to her feet. She crossed to the painted window, pressing her forehead and hands against the cold glass, eyes closing again as some of the tension left her body, her heart finding its natural rhythm as she listened to Adrian's voice, it calmed her as it did Brianna, who was slowly falling back to sleep in Adrian's arms.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-he rocked and spoke gentle nonsense to Bree until the tiny little babe feel asleep in his arms..face relaxed in peaceful sleep, the color of her skin shifting back to the creamy pale color instead of the mottled red. He stood and carried the baby to the homemade crib in the corner of the room, slipping the baby into he tugged the panket to lay across the sleeping cherub. He gently brushed her cheek with a fingertip before turning..and crossing to you..hands finding your hips..and lips your neck. He spoke in a hushed tone so as not to wake the sleeping baby..his lips close to your ear- I thought nightmares were my thing...
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Kendra turned as soon as he touched her, fingers finding his shirt to grip, her face his chest, nose pressed to his sternum. She was trembling and breathed in deep gulps, allowing the feel and scent of him to chase away the remnants of the nightmare, her mother's loss, and Adrian's, though in a dream, wasn't. It was past meeting future and it left Kendra feeling hollow, a dull ache filling the void.
I'm sorry. I didna mean tae let out such a skelloch..tae frighten ye..
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-his fingers gently caressed your back, stoking gently s you buried your self against him, fingers working gently, and he leaned his head down to kiss the top of your head, his warm breath seeping against your scalp trapped by the hair on your head- Nothing to be sorry for love, trust me..I know how knightmares can affect a person...do you want to talk about it?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
My mother..she's gone..no' in tha dream....her body..tha grave...I was there earlier...I found...a man instead......, she turned her head, pressing her cheek to him. You were gone..going..tha dream.....
The dream that wasn't, the reality that was slowly unfolding, quicker than even Adrian knew.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-his eye brow quirked, your mother wasn;t in her grave and instead you found...a man. Clearly there was a story in that, but it could wait till he had gotten you a bit more calmed down. His grip on you just tightened holding you closer..crushing your body up against his- I'm here now..im here now..and it was just a dream.... hush.....
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Kendra buried her face in the crook of his neck, holding on tightly. He was here now, now was all that mattered or so she tried telling herself, trying to push aside her fears for the future, a future without a mate, without family and two young children to care for. She nodded against him, quiet because she didn't trust her voice.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-he bent low, and scooped you up into his arms, keeping you held against his body..he smiled to himself. you were heavier. Quite a bit so. what with child and the weight gain that came with pregnancy. His child...there child yours and his..was growing inside you. It made him happy. He carried you over to the bed, and sliped onto it with you still held in his arms- So..tell me about this man you found in your mothers grave
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
And he was a solid and reassuring as ever. Her arm around around his neck, head remaining against his shoulder as he carried her to the bed, then she settled against him, ear pressed against the steady thump of his heart, her voice soft..almost hesitant..as she started speaking.
He wasna in my mother's grave. It was empty..I looked fer her and found him nearby.., slowly her voice steadied, gained force as she went on. He was buried as if deid..in a coffin..only he was alive..verra verra alive...and no' frae this time bu'...tha same as Alex...Eric...I offered him a chamber...
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He propped himself up against the head board, and stroked your hair as you regailed him with the tale- What is it about people from the year 2009? is that age so bad that they have to come in and invade ours? -There were other questions buzzing in his mind like..did he have a name? or why the hell was he buried underground? but they were questions that he could ask the stranger directly, and he was more curious about your mothers grave being empty- What do you suppose your moms grave being empty means?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
I doona ken, she replied, curling up tighter against him, chills coursing down her spine. Tha island...it calls...
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
The island? -he was not familiar with such a place..there were islands aplenty to be sure..but most had proper names. He had a feeling you were reffering to something else-
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Fraoch Eilean, she whispered. across tha way, in tha loch..tha mists.....there are stories aplenty bu' I've....I was forbidden to go tae it, it was too dangerous, tha rocky shallows..tha mist. Its tha island in tha tapestry o'er tha hearth, only there tha mist is gone....it was in my dream..
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Dangerous you say...and its haunting your dreams? Well you do know what that means don;t you? -he placed another soft kiss to the top of your head-
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T: Her head lifted, violet eyes peering up at him. Will ye come wi' me?
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-he just smiled down, grey eye meeting violet- I suppose I could go with you..I mean I couldnt go and let you have all the fun now could i? -Of course he would go with you..he knew you were capable of taking care of yourself, but he couldnt envision himself letting you go anywhere dangerous by yourself..specially not when you were with child. Normally he would hold of on any such ventures until long after you have given birth. But he knew how hard nightmares were, and if something was trying to get your attention through them, They were only going to get worse...and they started bad to begin with- I'll let Moira know tonight, and we will head out at first light tommorow
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
First light..., she repeated in a whisper, slipping out of his arms and off the bed, padding across the room to the window, which she pushed open despite the rush of cold air it let in. Her lower lip was pulled in between teeth, nibbled as she stared across the loch, the clear winter's day giving her a perfect view of the mist shrouded island.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He let you slide from his grip without resistance. You were nervous.. and why shouldnt you be?- Tell me some of the tales you have eard about the island
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Kendra leaned against the sill, wrapping her arms around herself.
some say a great big serpent guards tha island, others say you can lose yerself in tha mist and ne'er come out. I've heard tha' story o' a young man, who ventured too close, he wasna seen fer years and one day, he walked intae tha pub now as auld and crooked as he friends. He swore only a day had passed, she shook her head, leaning it against the wood frame, her gaze still on the rocky island.
Others say there is an orchard, where tha trees are fat wi' golden apples tha' will bring ye luck fer tha' rest o' yer life. A knight is said tae ha'e crossed o'er, to fetch an apple for his beloved. He came back with tha plumpest, roundest, most beau'iful golden apple tae share wi' her, he took tha' first bite..and fell deid. Tha' apple was poison. An' his beloved, who couldna imagine living wi'out her knight, took a bite as well, she looked back to Adrian, eyes dark as she related the last part of that story, then looked back out the window.
Some say tha' island is inhabited, too wild and desolate, all rocky crags. Others say hideous creatures live in caverns, eating anyone tha' makes it through tha' mist. My fathai...tha laird...he once told of his crossing. He'd been bu' once he said, found no golden apples, and only misery an' misfortune amidst tha stone desert.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He slid from the bed, and moved over to stand by you at the window..arms crossed over his chest, gazing out towards the mist covered isle. He felt that familiar tingle of adventure start to build in the pit of his stomach. These were the things that Adrian thrived on. It was a place so haunted that none..not even the vicious laird Macgregor. would venture to close to it. It only made it that more appealing. He looked to you, a thought plaguing his mind- But why would such a place be calling you?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
She slowly shook her head from side to side, only looking up at him as he settled by her, eyes darker than they had ever been. I dun ken. Why is tha' tapestry downstairs a picture of tha' island no longer shrouded in mist? It is no' a tapestry from my childhood.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-he leaned against the oppsite side of the windo will..arms still crossed over your chest-I don;t like it..this has the smell of magical beings all over it. Feels almost..Fae in nature. Can you imagine any other race who would drop hints like..a tapestry or sending you dreams, instead of just outright asking for a visit?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Tha fae.., she whispered looking back to tha' island.
Bu'..surely..I would ha'e kenned..be'ore....aye? her gaze flitted back to him, doubt in her eyes
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Maybe you were not ready for whatever it is they are calling you for..when did you leave these lands again fifteen?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Aye, fifteen.. she looked away, her gaze pulled back to the rocky mass, worrying her lower lip again
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-he reached out, and tugged you back against him, resting his chin atop your head , arms twining around your middle so the two of you could gaze at the island together- Another thought...they could probably have killed you already
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
She leaned into him, hands resting atop his. Killed me? why..? she sounded truly shocked. The thought had never occured to her that they, if it was them, would even want to.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I have no idea..but I was just saying, if there intentions were to kill us, they could probably have dont it already. at least we know that when we go to the island they will at least want to talk first before they try anything...well you at least
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
They. Talk. You are speaking as if ye are sure. For all we ken, there is nothing oot there
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Yes...of course. Nothing is calling to you in your dreams..and someone just decided that tapestry looked nice, and i'm not sure..its just speculation really
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Aye, speculation., her gaze lingered a moment longer and she pushed the window to a close, slipped away from Adrian and checked on Bree before heading out the door.
there's work tae be done in tha' kitchen..
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
It's like she popped out overnight. Fourteen weeks pregnant, not yet halfway through her pregnancy, and already Kendra felt huge. She could no longer get away with letting out her dresses or keeping her corsets loosely laced, she'd had to rummage through crates to get to the warmer dresses she had made when pregnant with Brianna and even those were tighter than they had been around her ever growing belly and at the chest.
The morning sickness had passed (praise the gods) and so had the deep tiredness that afflicted her all day, every day. That is not to say she still didn't tire easily, Kendra still fell asleep at odd times, and even the oddest places. The only reason she had found the bed now was because she had snuggled in with Brianna for naptime, reading to the baby until she fell asleep. Only Kendra did as well, the bound book falling from her fingers to the floor with a thud, her body curved protectively around Bree's who cuddled against her mother's warmth and her new sibbling, intermittently sucking on a thumb.
The big chamber was quiet, the winter afternoon light made fainter as it filtered through stained glass panes. If Brianna was sleeping peacefully, it was not so for Kendra. Dreams chased her, images of her mother reaching out to her from the grave, her face a mask of pain and grief, only to meld with Adrian's as the face soon vanished, nothing but a long, keening howl marking its faded presence. Kendra tried, over and over again to reach for those hands only to touch ether and as she was left staring into the empty grave it moved, shifting much as water would until from its dept an island rose, roughly the size and shape of one she knew only from sight, tendrils of mists rising for it, weaving through air and reaching for Kendra, who suddenly bolted upright, a cry torn from her lungs. NOO!!! , it was loud enough to startled Brianna, light lavender eyes opening wide with fear, her howl much like the one Kendra had heard in the dreams. Kendra twisted around and reached for her daughter, craddling her in her lap, taking comfort from the small, warm body as she rocked back and forth, trying to soothe her, not realising her own cheeks were wet with tears.
Ssshhh..m'annsachd...sssh...its alright a bheanachd (my beloved, my blessing)
Adrian Teppes
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He inhaled the fresh air, his little outing with the two pups had become regular events. Both Pups were beyond his teaching now, and they hunted as well..if not better then Adrian himself. Adrian had come to love watching the two of them hunt..in the perfect movements, in the silent approach and in the kill. Faolan and Ghost were skilled seperatley, but it was when they unted in tandem that it was truly a sight-
-He had just left the two pups to there most recent kill, and was meanering through the countryside on his own. Clan Macgregor...it was not a name tha was associated with friendliness..and already that word that the exhiled daughter had returned home was spreading far an wide. Many villagers from other ares remarked on the keep being rebuilt in a day...people were speaking of bad omens. and other clans seemed to be growing restless. His name was not known yet, and so he was free to wander the lands unharried, and had on many occasion experienced the hospitality of total strangers. Scotland was an odd place..but the more he traveled it..the more it spoke to his soul.. Rough and hard on the outside..but caring and kindness still ever present-
-His feet carried him home, and it was long until he was kicking snow off his boots on the small stoop that lead into the main hall. He was on his way tothe kitchen..when he heard your cry rend the air..his blade slipped from its sheath with a silent hiss and he took off at a silent run. bursting into the room head swiveling madly as he looked for the source of distress-
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T: Her heart still resting, perspiration dotting her forehead, Kendra tried to calm herself so she could calm Bree, who was sobbing brokenheartedly against Kendra's shoulder, a small, plump fist twined in raven hair. Kendra rubbed Bree's back, squeezing her own eyes shut to keep more tears from falling.
I'm sorry leannan, twas only a dream..only a dream a luaidh, she whispered over and over again only to startle as Adrian burst into the room, eyes snapping open with a gasp, and Brianna's sobs increasing with the new fright.
That is how Adrian found them, Kendra sitting awkwardly (due her size) in the middle of the bed amidst a mess of sheets and furs, holding a howling Bree to her, both of them looking more than bewildered.
Adrian Teppes
.-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He stalked off towards the window, peering out of ot..looking still for signs of intrusion-What happened..whats wrong?
-He gave off a kind of expectant energy..a father bear protecting his family. He hadnt much looked at you yet so focused was he on finding the source of all the anguish. The grip on his sword was hard..knuckles turning white-
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
A dream..a nightmare.., Kendra pitched her voice so it would carry over the sound of Brianna's cries, shifting the baby into another position, curving her around her stomach, Brianna's head resting in the crook of her elbow, much as it had when she was still nursing. The little girl sobbed, hiccuped, face red with exertion.
She'll nio' stop weeping...I canna..., Kendra leaned over as best she could, touching her lips to blonde hair in soft, comforting kisses.
Adrian Teppes
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He let out a slow sigh of relief..his frantic search for something wrong came to an end and he had to chuckle..just slightly as all it was was a nightmare. He was a bit on edge he supposed..talk of unrest, and the fact he hadn;t really fought anything in awhile must be etting to him. there was an edge of eagerness underlining the fierce sense of protection he had just felt-
-The Blade slid back into its sheath, and he crossed to you, sliding to sit on the edge of the bed, gently taking Bree from your arms, holding the not so wee babe in the crook of his arm rocking gently, and smiling down at the ruddy faced babe-
Its alright little one all is safe..everything is fine..besides if there was trouble you would have been able to handle it! isn;t that right Bree the feared?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Kendra more than willingly handed over Brianna, and the baby reliquished her hold on her mother for the welcome arms of her father. The same tiny fist curled around one of his fingers and her sobs eased. As soon as Bree had left her arms, Kendra moved out of the bed, sliding to the edge of the mattress and to her feet. She crossed to the painted window, pressing her forehead and hands against the cold glass, eyes closing again as some of the tension left her body, her heart finding its natural rhythm as she listened to Adrian's voice, it calmed her as it did Brianna, who was slowly falling back to sleep in Adrian's arms.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-he rocked and spoke gentle nonsense to Bree until the tiny little babe feel asleep in his arms..face relaxed in peaceful sleep, the color of her skin shifting back to the creamy pale color instead of the mottled red. He stood and carried the baby to the homemade crib in the corner of the room, slipping the baby into he tugged the panket to lay across the sleeping cherub. He gently brushed her cheek with a fingertip before turning..and crossing to you..hands finding your hips..and lips your neck. He spoke in a hushed tone so as not to wake the sleeping baby..his lips close to your ear- I thought nightmares were my thing...
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Kendra turned as soon as he touched her, fingers finding his shirt to grip, her face his chest, nose pressed to his sternum. She was trembling and breathed in deep gulps, allowing the feel and scent of him to chase away the remnants of the nightmare, her mother's loss, and Adrian's, though in a dream, wasn't. It was past meeting future and it left Kendra feeling hollow, a dull ache filling the void.
I'm sorry. I didna mean tae let out such a skelloch..tae frighten ye..
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-his fingers gently caressed your back, stoking gently s you buried your self against him, fingers working gently, and he leaned his head down to kiss the top of your head, his warm breath seeping against your scalp trapped by the hair on your head- Nothing to be sorry for love, trust me..I know how knightmares can affect a person...do you want to talk about it?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
My mother..she's gone..no' in tha dream....her body..tha grave...I was there earlier...I found...a man instead......, she turned her head, pressing her cheek to him. You were gone..going..tha dream.....
The dream that wasn't, the reality that was slowly unfolding, quicker than even Adrian knew.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-his eye brow quirked, your mother wasn;t in her grave and instead you found...a man. Clearly there was a story in that, but it could wait till he had gotten you a bit more calmed down. His grip on you just tightened holding you closer..crushing your body up against his- I'm here now..im here now..and it was just a dream.... hush.....
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Kendra buried her face in the crook of his neck, holding on tightly. He was here now, now was all that mattered or so she tried telling herself, trying to push aside her fears for the future, a future without a mate, without family and two young children to care for. She nodded against him, quiet because she didn't trust her voice.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-he bent low, and scooped you up into his arms, keeping you held against his body..he smiled to himself. you were heavier. Quite a bit so. what with child and the weight gain that came with pregnancy. His child...there child yours and his..was growing inside you. It made him happy. He carried you over to the bed, and sliped onto it with you still held in his arms- So..tell me about this man you found in your mothers grave
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
And he was a solid and reassuring as ever. Her arm around around his neck, head remaining against his shoulder as he carried her to the bed, then she settled against him, ear pressed against the steady thump of his heart, her voice soft..almost hesitant..as she started speaking.
He wasna in my mother's grave. It was empty..I looked fer her and found him nearby.., slowly her voice steadied, gained force as she went on. He was buried as if deid..in a coffin..only he was alive..verra verra alive...and no' frae this time bu'...tha same as Alex...Eric...I offered him a chamber...
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He propped himself up against the head board, and stroked your hair as you regailed him with the tale- What is it about people from the year 2009? is that age so bad that they have to come in and invade ours? -There were other questions buzzing in his mind like..did he have a name? or why the hell was he buried underground? but they were questions that he could ask the stranger directly, and he was more curious about your mothers grave being empty- What do you suppose your moms grave being empty means?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
I doona ken, she replied, curling up tighter against him, chills coursing down her spine. Tha island...it calls...
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
The island? -he was not familiar with such a place..there were islands aplenty to be sure..but most had proper names. He had a feeling you were reffering to something else-
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Fraoch Eilean, she whispered. across tha way, in tha loch..tha mists.....there are stories aplenty bu' I've....I was forbidden to go tae it, it was too dangerous, tha rocky shallows..tha mist. Its tha island in tha tapestry o'er tha hearth, only there tha mist is gone....it was in my dream..
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Dangerous you say...and its haunting your dreams? Well you do know what that means don;t you? -he placed another soft kiss to the top of your head-
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T: Her head lifted, violet eyes peering up at him. Will ye come wi' me?
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-he just smiled down, grey eye meeting violet- I suppose I could go with you..I mean I couldnt go and let you have all the fun now could i? -Of course he would go with you..he knew you were capable of taking care of yourself, but he couldnt envision himself letting you go anywhere dangerous by yourself..specially not when you were with child. Normally he would hold of on any such ventures until long after you have given birth. But he knew how hard nightmares were, and if something was trying to get your attention through them, They were only going to get worse...and they started bad to begin with- I'll let Moira know tonight, and we will head out at first light tommorow
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
First light..., she repeated in a whisper, slipping out of his arms and off the bed, padding across the room to the window, which she pushed open despite the rush of cold air it let in. Her lower lip was pulled in between teeth, nibbled as she stared across the loch, the clear winter's day giving her a perfect view of the mist shrouded island.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He let you slide from his grip without resistance. You were nervous.. and why shouldnt you be?- Tell me some of the tales you have eard about the island
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Kendra leaned against the sill, wrapping her arms around herself.
some say a great big serpent guards tha island, others say you can lose yerself in tha mist and ne'er come out. I've heard tha' story o' a young man, who ventured too close, he wasna seen fer years and one day, he walked intae tha pub now as auld and crooked as he friends. He swore only a day had passed, she shook her head, leaning it against the wood frame, her gaze still on the rocky island.
Others say there is an orchard, where tha trees are fat wi' golden apples tha' will bring ye luck fer tha' rest o' yer life. A knight is said tae ha'e crossed o'er, to fetch an apple for his beloved. He came back with tha plumpest, roundest, most beau'iful golden apple tae share wi' her, he took tha' first bite..and fell deid. Tha' apple was poison. An' his beloved, who couldna imagine living wi'out her knight, took a bite as well, she looked back to Adrian, eyes dark as she related the last part of that story, then looked back out the window.
Some say tha' island is inhabited, too wild and desolate, all rocky crags. Others say hideous creatures live in caverns, eating anyone tha' makes it through tha' mist. My fathai...tha laird...he once told of his crossing. He'd been bu' once he said, found no golden apples, and only misery an' misfortune amidst tha stone desert.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He slid from the bed, and moved over to stand by you at the window..arms crossed over his chest, gazing out towards the mist covered isle. He felt that familiar tingle of adventure start to build in the pit of his stomach. These were the things that Adrian thrived on. It was a place so haunted that none..not even the vicious laird Macgregor. would venture to close to it. It only made it that more appealing. He looked to you, a thought plaguing his mind- But why would such a place be calling you?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
She slowly shook her head from side to side, only looking up at him as he settled by her, eyes darker than they had ever been. I dun ken. Why is tha' tapestry downstairs a picture of tha' island no longer shrouded in mist? It is no' a tapestry from my childhood.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-he leaned against the oppsite side of the windo will..arms still crossed over your chest-I don;t like it..this has the smell of magical beings all over it. Feels almost..Fae in nature. Can you imagine any other race who would drop hints like..a tapestry or sending you dreams, instead of just outright asking for a visit?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Tha fae.., she whispered looking back to tha' island.
Bu'..surely..I would ha'e kenned..be'ore....aye? her gaze flitted back to him, doubt in her eyes
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Maybe you were not ready for whatever it is they are calling you for..when did you leave these lands again fifteen?
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Aye, fifteen.. she looked away, her gaze pulled back to the rocky mass, worrying her lower lip again
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-he reached out, and tugged you back against him, resting his chin atop your head , arms twining around your middle so the two of you could gaze at the island together- Another thought...they could probably have killed you already
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
She leaned into him, hands resting atop his. Killed me? why..? she sounded truly shocked. The thought had never occured to her that they, if it was them, would even want to.
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I have no idea..but I was just saying, if there intentions were to kill us, they could probably have dont it already. at least we know that when we go to the island they will at least want to talk first before they try anything...well you at least
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
They. Talk. You are speaking as if ye are sure. For all we ken, there is nothing oot there
Adrian Teppes
.:.Hell's Troubadours .:.
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Yes...of course. Nothing is calling to you in your dreams..and someone just decided that tapestry looked nice, and i'm not sure..its just speculation really
Kendra MacGregor
is in a private chamber
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Adrian Teppes.:.Hell's T:
Aye, speculation., her gaze lingered a moment longer and she pushed the window to a close, slipped away from Adrian and checked on Bree before heading out the door.
there's work tae be done in tha' kitchen..