Post by spitfire on Aug 8, 2010 13:11:57 GMT -5
Kerrigan, Kendra and their entourage leave Scotland for Faroe.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to ALL:
Kerrigan had left Kendra by the loch, leaving to ready his men. She stood by the waterfront with a bemused expression on her face for quite some time, the warmth of his lips lingering on her forehead long after he'd gone. When she returned, it was to make her own plans, slight as they might be. By the next morning, all were ready to go and gathered in the courtyard. The horses were saddled, the supplies gathered. Kendra had a chest of clothes for herself and Bree, Moira had her own, there was also a smaller, sturdier chest, this one containing Kendra's tools and a variety of herbs she might need and wasn't sure she'd find so far north. Moira stepped out of the keep, holding a squirming........fur covered..Brianna in her arms. The little girl was dressed head to toe in a one piece suit designed to make her look like the previous owner of the silver pelt, the wolf she loved so much, pointed ears jutted from her covered head, a tail even hung limply over Moira's arm, and Bree's faced beamed from the circle of fur, wide violet eyes darting from horse to horse, her squirming redoubling to get down, tiny bare hands prodding the housekeeper's shoulder. Moira obliged, keeping a gentle but firm hand on the toddler to keep her from getting too close. "Horsie! horsie!", Bree hopped in place, ears and tail bobbing, looking comical in the little outfit that would keep her warm in the early morning chill. Everyone was present and accounted for, everyone but Kendra who was nowhere to be found. She had in fact, slipped into the woods before the men had gathered, through a copse of thick trees and into the clearing.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*The men prepared their equipment, they'd rode in light and left as such, the clothes they had and a few other accessories. They'd obviously not intended to stay long. When the child is brought out the men grin and nudge each other, trading words and one even wiggling fingers at her* "Horfðu á þetta! Það er Úlfhéðinn!" *The others laugh and Kerrigan shakes his head, a small smile playing over his lips. The hope was infectious and it had quickly spread to his men, they had not all believed that this plan was worth the risk, but they all had trusted in Kerrigan's judgement, they always did. The man himself looks to the housekeeper, when she shakes her head he slips from his horse and moves for where he knows you're most likely to be, the woods one of the most inviting places as any and he? Well, he was a master tracker*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to ALL:
He would find her, not too terribly far off, wearing a forest green traveling cloak that pooled around her as she knelt by a small grave, she was bent at the waist, cheek pressed against the small mound that was not yet covered in grass, her eyes closed, cheeks wet, the end of her plait coiled on the ground next to her head. She was quiet, the woods were quiet..everything was. Almost unnnaturally so.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He was just as silent, in the stillness of the woods, the only sound was the rasp of his cloak as it slipped across the branches of a low tree, fallen some time before. He stops by a grand old oak, hidden in part by it's shadow to watch, unwilling to interrupt the moment with such an obsolte thing as speech, unsuited as it was to convay sympathy the way it needed given*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
shoulders trembled, grief unlike anything she had ever experienced etched on her face. Her good arm extended, fingers brushing the small stone carved with two names and dates..both birth and death the same. It didn't give away much more than the gender of the babes, a girl and a boy. Did she carry them a month? three or nine before losing them barely three months past, there was no way to tell. With them, something resembling a pair of angel wings holding two babies was carved into the stone. Only the artist..Kendra herself..wasnt's as adept at rendering their likeness as she was at other things, but it would do even if a pale hommage compared to the sweeping stone statue hovering at the head of the small family plot. She whispered something in soft gaelic and straightened, awkwardly regaining her feet, hampered only slightly by her injured shoulder. Kerrigan would see her take a breath and wipe her cheeks before turning, surprise registering on her face as she saw him in the half shadows, she looked up to the sun, then at him.
I apologize, I didna mean tae be so long....I was..., she half turned to look back..her voice fading..saying goodbye..
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He bows his head, saying his own speed to the halls quietly, though he knew not for who or why. He was smart enough to have realised what you were mourning, that was enough for him. When you turn he bows his head again, this time in apology* I didn't mean to startle you, but I did not dare to interrupt. *He looks to the plot, then back to you, a bare half second passes before he speaks again* If you need more time, we will gladly wait
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
She looked back to him, gently shaking her head and starting back through the trees.
more time will change nothing, it willna be any easier.
Moments later she broke through the trees just as one of the men handed Bree to Moira who was already perched on a horse. Aided this time by a little magic, Kendra was soon settled on Triskel. Brianna half lunged off Moira's lap towards her mother, caught barely in the nick of time, Kendra biting back an exclamation of pain as it was her injured arm that had swept out to catch her. Soon the girl was settled in front of her mother, curling up against her, a thumb stuck into her mouth, eyes moving to and fro, quietly watching the goings on.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*Kerrigan is sure his men are ready, moving from man to man and checking equpment and supplies before he mounts his own horse, settling his cloak better around him before starting off the journey with a flick of the reigns. The men form about you easily. Kerrigan leading, one on each side and two trailing behind, keeping you between them. His words over his shoulder to you, loud, yet easy* I hope you're accustomed to travel over water
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Water. The ships..of course, she'd forgotten all about the viking ships....those belonging to Blythe...and without prompting Triskel speeding up slightly so Kendra could get closer to Kerrigan.
No..I am not..,
she sounded distracted, was in fact looking over her shoulder as the keep and empty village was left behind. She was taking a risk, leaving it all when human vultures circled. She had set up her own wards, to prevent them from taking what did not belong to them, she could only hope they would be sufficient. As she twisted back, from the corner of her eye she spotted two big wolves, one silver, one black breaking the treeline, watching the procession with matching golden eyes that suddenly reminder her of Kerrigan's. As they left Dalmally isle by the stone bridge, they followed, trailing by a good distance, but following nonetheless.
Aah...how d'ye feel aboot wolves on board?
No sooner did the question leave her lips that Brianna shot up from her comfortable position and leaned to the side, trying to peek around her mother and the other riders obstructing her view. "Woof?" she asked, peering up at her mother, Kendra smiled slightly, kissing her daughter's forehead.
Aye, ye wee wolf, they are here..as always.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Then I should warn you, it's likely you will be very unwell on this trip. *He wonders idly if you had a potion for that, you seemed to be able to cure death, why not sea sickness? His men had spotted the wolves and were eying them, wondering if they needed shooed off or not. Your question makes Kerrigan lean around in the saddle to catch a look at them. Both rather impressive, he shakes his head slightly* As long as they don't eat our entire food supply and stay out from underfoot, they may come.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Cure death? when he'd found her over a grave? when he'd seen her weep for a man she had all but killed? Kendra would have scoffed at his thoughts, telling him how wrong he was. How different life would have been, had she been able to cure death, the greatest irony of which only she grasped. No, she couldn't cure death, she hadn't even been able to bargain with him, despite the fact that he had loved her.
His answer reassured her and she smiled down at Bree, nodding gently. A smile appeared around a thumb and the toddler nestled back in, it wouldn't be long Kendra guessed, before Brianna was lulled to sleep by the swaying motion.
Thank you. They'll no be trouble at all. How long be'ore we meet tha ships then?
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*Perhaps not cure death, but certainly perform miracles. Maybe that was why your life was such a harsh one, even by his own standards. Your gods testing you for your gift, making you into something they want to see, rather than what you were. Gods were like that. He shifts in the saddle, his men settling in for the easy ride, the two at the back trying to trick each other with a silver coin, seeing it if could be snatched or spotted while in the other's posession. Kerrigan nods your welcome, he had no fear of the wolves, large as they were, you had an affinity with creatures of the earth that was awe inspiring. Your question raises a gesture to the end of the isle* A half day's hard ride. Perhaps half again at this pace.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
She nodded her acknowledgement and stole a glance at Bree..as predicted, the riding had luller her to sleep, mouth slack around a little plump thumb, a crescent of dark lashes staining her cheeks. Kendra lowered her head, rubbing her cheek against the small, fur covered head, her own eyes closing for a moment. If possible, Brianna would be napping curled up into a tight ball against the wolves so for now, Kendra welcome the small weight against her, knowing that as soon as violet eyes popped open, the wee lass would be either off and running, or reaching for someone else's arms.
They rode side by side in companiable silence for quite some time, Faolan and Ghost trailing at a distance for now. Eventually Kendra broke the silence with a request.
I need ye tae tell me everything ye can about yer Da. When he first became ill, what the first symtoms were, how they progressed...how I will find him now...
A shielded gaze slid to him, carefully watching his face.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*The ride was quiet, the men sharing quiet words, relaxed but still watchful, only the thump of hooves and the odd noises of the land disrupting the spell, it'd let Kerrigan slip into his own head. This was not how he wanted to show you his home, Faroe had seen far better times and was rough, beaten and bruised, but defiant. He wondered idly what waited on the shore when they arrived, would it be soft sand they stepped on to? Or the crunch of bone and rent armour? He looks to you as you speak, that slight frown back apon his face for a moment before he replies* A month, perhaps days more. His first symptoms were slight, redness around the wound, a small rash that spread from it. The physic said it was from the blade, then he got the spots. Small, blackish, they started on his stomach and mottled his skin over a week. Then? The sickness, he wastes away now, barely able to eat, of late unable to move. His strength withering like his skin. It is as no poison I have ever seen, the work of the fae...or Spriggan, something we do not see until they wish it. *He considers how to phrase the last answer, a long moment passes before he finds the words* If he is as I left him? It is not good, he is bedridden and frail. Barely eating and tired.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Kendra listened with a clinical ear, her mind already working through the possible causes.
A wound? where? by what?,
mention of the fae brought back memories of when they first met, finding her true heritage..his disdain, not for her, but the other faes he encountered. She had forgotten, the fae were not as she knew them in his home. A frown appeared. Spriggan, it was a term she had never heard.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
On his lower back, from a blade. We still have it if you need it.*Indeed the blade was kept in a box in his room, few knew it still existed and the only person who had tried to recover it had failed. He would not try again.* Spriggan, tree spirits. The fae bred them, use them against us. It would not be the first time one of our woodsmen has fallen afoul of them. *He shakes his head slightly, they were foul greatures the Spriggan, often said they died three deaths before finally staying that way.*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Her nose wrinkle, the information stored for possible later use.
And wha' has been done to help cure him? Here too, I need as many details as you can remember.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
We have tried the antidotes for every poison we can name. Leeches died when they were used, bleeding was of no help. If it is a known cure, we tried it. We even went so far as to capture a fae, the damned thing just laughed when it saw him. *He would have every practicioner who'd seen his father ready to speak with you when they got there, that much was for certain. Anything that could help*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Again Kendra nodded, a small frown of concentration creasing her brow. She had pulled her gaze from him as he spoke, eyes on the path ahead though not truly seeing it. She shared Kerrigan's heartache over his father's waning health, she would share his burden, and try her damnest to ease it but what if she couldn't? She didn't think she could face Kerrigan if she failed
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*It's a few more seconds before he speaks, but when he does it's like he read your mind, his words quiet* All that matters is you try. I thank you for coming with me without warning, for being a friend after so long. Win or lose, you have our thanks.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Violet eyes flitted back to him.
it was the only right thing to do, she said, repeating his own words from the previous day. I'll do my best Kerrigan..that I promise you.
Again she rubbed her cheek against the top of the sleeping bairn's head and Triskel slowed a little, letting Kerrigan take the sole lead again, allowing him..and her..to lose themselves in their thoughts.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to ALL:
Kerrigan had left Kendra by the loch, leaving to ready his men. She stood by the waterfront with a bemused expression on her face for quite some time, the warmth of his lips lingering on her forehead long after he'd gone. When she returned, it was to make her own plans, slight as they might be. By the next morning, all were ready to go and gathered in the courtyard. The horses were saddled, the supplies gathered. Kendra had a chest of clothes for herself and Bree, Moira had her own, there was also a smaller, sturdier chest, this one containing Kendra's tools and a variety of herbs she might need and wasn't sure she'd find so far north. Moira stepped out of the keep, holding a squirming........fur covered..Brianna in her arms. The little girl was dressed head to toe in a one piece suit designed to make her look like the previous owner of the silver pelt, the wolf she loved so much, pointed ears jutted from her covered head, a tail even hung limply over Moira's arm, and Bree's faced beamed from the circle of fur, wide violet eyes darting from horse to horse, her squirming redoubling to get down, tiny bare hands prodding the housekeeper's shoulder. Moira obliged, keeping a gentle but firm hand on the toddler to keep her from getting too close. "Horsie! horsie!", Bree hopped in place, ears and tail bobbing, looking comical in the little outfit that would keep her warm in the early morning chill. Everyone was present and accounted for, everyone but Kendra who was nowhere to be found. She had in fact, slipped into the woods before the men had gathered, through a copse of thick trees and into the clearing.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*The men prepared their equipment, they'd rode in light and left as such, the clothes they had and a few other accessories. They'd obviously not intended to stay long. When the child is brought out the men grin and nudge each other, trading words and one even wiggling fingers at her* "Horfðu á þetta! Það er Úlfhéðinn!" *The others laugh and Kerrigan shakes his head, a small smile playing over his lips. The hope was infectious and it had quickly spread to his men, they had not all believed that this plan was worth the risk, but they all had trusted in Kerrigan's judgement, they always did. The man himself looks to the housekeeper, when she shakes her head he slips from his horse and moves for where he knows you're most likely to be, the woods one of the most inviting places as any and he? Well, he was a master tracker*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to ALL:
He would find her, not too terribly far off, wearing a forest green traveling cloak that pooled around her as she knelt by a small grave, she was bent at the waist, cheek pressed against the small mound that was not yet covered in grass, her eyes closed, cheeks wet, the end of her plait coiled on the ground next to her head. She was quiet, the woods were quiet..everything was. Almost unnnaturally so.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He was just as silent, in the stillness of the woods, the only sound was the rasp of his cloak as it slipped across the branches of a low tree, fallen some time before. He stops by a grand old oak, hidden in part by it's shadow to watch, unwilling to interrupt the moment with such an obsolte thing as speech, unsuited as it was to convay sympathy the way it needed given*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
shoulders trembled, grief unlike anything she had ever experienced etched on her face. Her good arm extended, fingers brushing the small stone carved with two names and dates..both birth and death the same. It didn't give away much more than the gender of the babes, a girl and a boy. Did she carry them a month? three or nine before losing them barely three months past, there was no way to tell. With them, something resembling a pair of angel wings holding two babies was carved into the stone. Only the artist..Kendra herself..wasnt's as adept at rendering their likeness as she was at other things, but it would do even if a pale hommage compared to the sweeping stone statue hovering at the head of the small family plot. She whispered something in soft gaelic and straightened, awkwardly regaining her feet, hampered only slightly by her injured shoulder. Kerrigan would see her take a breath and wipe her cheeks before turning, surprise registering on her face as she saw him in the half shadows, she looked up to the sun, then at him.
I apologize, I didna mean tae be so long....I was..., she half turned to look back..her voice fading..saying goodbye..
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He bows his head, saying his own speed to the halls quietly, though he knew not for who or why. He was smart enough to have realised what you were mourning, that was enough for him. When you turn he bows his head again, this time in apology* I didn't mean to startle you, but I did not dare to interrupt. *He looks to the plot, then back to you, a bare half second passes before he speaks again* If you need more time, we will gladly wait
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
She looked back to him, gently shaking her head and starting back through the trees.
more time will change nothing, it willna be any easier.
Moments later she broke through the trees just as one of the men handed Bree to Moira who was already perched on a horse. Aided this time by a little magic, Kendra was soon settled on Triskel. Brianna half lunged off Moira's lap towards her mother, caught barely in the nick of time, Kendra biting back an exclamation of pain as it was her injured arm that had swept out to catch her. Soon the girl was settled in front of her mother, curling up against her, a thumb stuck into her mouth, eyes moving to and fro, quietly watching the goings on.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*Kerrigan is sure his men are ready, moving from man to man and checking equpment and supplies before he mounts his own horse, settling his cloak better around him before starting off the journey with a flick of the reigns. The men form about you easily. Kerrigan leading, one on each side and two trailing behind, keeping you between them. His words over his shoulder to you, loud, yet easy* I hope you're accustomed to travel over water
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Water. The ships..of course, she'd forgotten all about the viking ships....those belonging to Blythe...and without prompting Triskel speeding up slightly so Kendra could get closer to Kerrigan.
No..I am not..,
she sounded distracted, was in fact looking over her shoulder as the keep and empty village was left behind. She was taking a risk, leaving it all when human vultures circled. She had set up her own wards, to prevent them from taking what did not belong to them, she could only hope they would be sufficient. As she twisted back, from the corner of her eye she spotted two big wolves, one silver, one black breaking the treeline, watching the procession with matching golden eyes that suddenly reminder her of Kerrigan's. As they left Dalmally isle by the stone bridge, they followed, trailing by a good distance, but following nonetheless.
Aah...how d'ye feel aboot wolves on board?
No sooner did the question leave her lips that Brianna shot up from her comfortable position and leaned to the side, trying to peek around her mother and the other riders obstructing her view. "Woof?" she asked, peering up at her mother, Kendra smiled slightly, kissing her daughter's forehead.
Aye, ye wee wolf, they are here..as always.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Then I should warn you, it's likely you will be very unwell on this trip. *He wonders idly if you had a potion for that, you seemed to be able to cure death, why not sea sickness? His men had spotted the wolves and were eying them, wondering if they needed shooed off or not. Your question makes Kerrigan lean around in the saddle to catch a look at them. Both rather impressive, he shakes his head slightly* As long as they don't eat our entire food supply and stay out from underfoot, they may come.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Cure death? when he'd found her over a grave? when he'd seen her weep for a man she had all but killed? Kendra would have scoffed at his thoughts, telling him how wrong he was. How different life would have been, had she been able to cure death, the greatest irony of which only she grasped. No, she couldn't cure death, she hadn't even been able to bargain with him, despite the fact that he had loved her.
His answer reassured her and she smiled down at Bree, nodding gently. A smile appeared around a thumb and the toddler nestled back in, it wouldn't be long Kendra guessed, before Brianna was lulled to sleep by the swaying motion.
Thank you. They'll no be trouble at all. How long be'ore we meet tha ships then?
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*Perhaps not cure death, but certainly perform miracles. Maybe that was why your life was such a harsh one, even by his own standards. Your gods testing you for your gift, making you into something they want to see, rather than what you were. Gods were like that. He shifts in the saddle, his men settling in for the easy ride, the two at the back trying to trick each other with a silver coin, seeing it if could be snatched or spotted while in the other's posession. Kerrigan nods your welcome, he had no fear of the wolves, large as they were, you had an affinity with creatures of the earth that was awe inspiring. Your question raises a gesture to the end of the isle* A half day's hard ride. Perhaps half again at this pace.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
She nodded her acknowledgement and stole a glance at Bree..as predicted, the riding had luller her to sleep, mouth slack around a little plump thumb, a crescent of dark lashes staining her cheeks. Kendra lowered her head, rubbing her cheek against the small, fur covered head, her own eyes closing for a moment. If possible, Brianna would be napping curled up into a tight ball against the wolves so for now, Kendra welcome the small weight against her, knowing that as soon as violet eyes popped open, the wee lass would be either off and running, or reaching for someone else's arms.
They rode side by side in companiable silence for quite some time, Faolan and Ghost trailing at a distance for now. Eventually Kendra broke the silence with a request.
I need ye tae tell me everything ye can about yer Da. When he first became ill, what the first symtoms were, how they progressed...how I will find him now...
A shielded gaze slid to him, carefully watching his face.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*The ride was quiet, the men sharing quiet words, relaxed but still watchful, only the thump of hooves and the odd noises of the land disrupting the spell, it'd let Kerrigan slip into his own head. This was not how he wanted to show you his home, Faroe had seen far better times and was rough, beaten and bruised, but defiant. He wondered idly what waited on the shore when they arrived, would it be soft sand they stepped on to? Or the crunch of bone and rent armour? He looks to you as you speak, that slight frown back apon his face for a moment before he replies* A month, perhaps days more. His first symptoms were slight, redness around the wound, a small rash that spread from it. The physic said it was from the blade, then he got the spots. Small, blackish, they started on his stomach and mottled his skin over a week. Then? The sickness, he wastes away now, barely able to eat, of late unable to move. His strength withering like his skin. It is as no poison I have ever seen, the work of the fae...or Spriggan, something we do not see until they wish it. *He considers how to phrase the last answer, a long moment passes before he finds the words* If he is as I left him? It is not good, he is bedridden and frail. Barely eating and tired.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Kendra listened with a clinical ear, her mind already working through the possible causes.
A wound? where? by what?,
mention of the fae brought back memories of when they first met, finding her true heritage..his disdain, not for her, but the other faes he encountered. She had forgotten, the fae were not as she knew them in his home. A frown appeared. Spriggan, it was a term she had never heard.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
On his lower back, from a blade. We still have it if you need it.*Indeed the blade was kept in a box in his room, few knew it still existed and the only person who had tried to recover it had failed. He would not try again.* Spriggan, tree spirits. The fae bred them, use them against us. It would not be the first time one of our woodsmen has fallen afoul of them. *He shakes his head slightly, they were foul greatures the Spriggan, often said they died three deaths before finally staying that way.*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Her nose wrinkle, the information stored for possible later use.
And wha' has been done to help cure him? Here too, I need as many details as you can remember.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
We have tried the antidotes for every poison we can name. Leeches died when they were used, bleeding was of no help. If it is a known cure, we tried it. We even went so far as to capture a fae, the damned thing just laughed when it saw him. *He would have every practicioner who'd seen his father ready to speak with you when they got there, that much was for certain. Anything that could help*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Again Kendra nodded, a small frown of concentration creasing her brow. She had pulled her gaze from him as he spoke, eyes on the path ahead though not truly seeing it. She shared Kerrigan's heartache over his father's waning health, she would share his burden, and try her damnest to ease it but what if she couldn't? She didn't think she could face Kerrigan if she failed
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Fear proftis man nothing
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*It's a few more seconds before he speaks, but when he does it's like he read your mind, his words quiet* All that matters is you try. I thank you for coming with me without warning, for being a friend after so long. Win or lose, you have our thanks.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
is in the woods surrounding the isle
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Violet eyes flitted back to him.
it was the only right thing to do, she said, repeating his own words from the previous day. I'll do my best Kerrigan..that I promise you.
Again she rubbed her cheek against the top of the sleeping bairn's head and Triskel slowed a little, letting Kerrigan take the sole lead again, allowing him..and her..to lose themselves in their thoughts.