12th of Nar, 229: Family Reunion

Family Reunion
Summary: Nylie uses the birth of Elisabeth's twins as an excuse to talk toher brother about various matters, some more spontanious than others.
OOC Date: 14/Jul/2014
Related: Immediately after Twins
Players:
Nylie Eoin Caedmon Wenna 
Private Residence - Darfield Castle
The main room for the apartment is very large but cozy and smells of herbs and flowers. The stone walls have been washed with paint; they are a soft pale blue. On the stone floor woven rugs have been placed instead of rushes for the comfort of those staying there. By the door hooks have been placed to hold the owners cloaks, scarves and even a cane. In this room you see a long bench near the fire that is of walnut and the back of the bench has been carved to show an ocean scene with a ship sailing. The bench also has comfortable cushions that covered in a woven fabric with the following colors: white, light blue, dark blue. Wall sconces of silver hang on the wall to provide illumination for the room. Opposite of the bench there is a large stone fireplace that is flanked by two comfortable tall wooden chairs. Before one of the chairs there is a small foot stool. The cushions of the chairs have been covered in a heavy light blue fabric. Above the fireplace, hangs a wood carving of a ship at sea. The fireplace itself has an oak mantel that is heavily carved with a ships sailing on rough waters. On the mantel is a model of a wooden sailing ship that look like exact replicas and silver candelabras holding bees wax candles, last but not least there is a large conch shell. Near the fireplace in the corner there is a spinning wheel and small loom. On the opposite side of the room across from the windows is a long oak table. Set around the table are matching heavy wood chairs. On the table there are two more silver candelabras. At each of the windows there are window boxes filled with herbs and flowers. Along the wall there are two doors leading to other rooms. The doors are spread apart and between them is a wooden bookcase. In the book case there are rare scrolls and books on various subjects.
12th of Nar, 229

As the infirmary had been departed from, Nylie noted,"The Greenshire suite would be fine, it would likely be more quiet. " And less likely for people to be expecting her to play. Nylie gives a faint nod of her head as she walks with Eoin,"That is true, though," pausing in her though as he mentions somewhere to rest," it would seem remise to pass so near My brother and Wenna's quarters without least taking pause to see if they were in and share the news with them. I know the infirmary will see Wenna informed, I dare say we would be in trouble though if she discovered we were there and did not make effort to inform her ourselves."
Giving a brief smile to Eoin before the small diversion is made, eventually giving pause outside the door and giving knock upon it to see if the well traveled pair are actually in residence this day.

Given his previous conversation with Wenna, Eoin is perhaps a tad wary of turing up on her door with Nylie, but figures getting the siblings in question in the same room together is likely of more import than his own sense of caution. "You are quite correct," he states with a slight nod, "I am sure that both would be thrilled with the news." As they approach and Nylie knocks he takes a half pace backwards to give her room, then waits.

The quarters are quiet and lack some of the touches that would mark them as home. Yet many comforts remain, suggesting that this is now a secondary residence. A small fire burns in the hearth, apparently to heat a small kettle of water that will lead to tea soon. The heavy curtains hang on either side of the large window. The glass panes themselves are open so that a light breeze wafts the scent of the steadily falling rain into the room. Caedmon is sitting by the window with a drawing board on his lap. A potted plant with large, colorful flowers sits on the window-sill. Further along the window-sill sits an unusually large squirrel with white fur. The squirrel is grokming his long, bushy tail. The squirrel looks toward the door. His ears flick and his nose twitches. He remains still for a moment. Then he resumes his grooming while Caedmon sketches. When Caedmon hears the knock, he looks first to the squirrel and then lowers the charcoal pencil. "I know," he says as if agreeing. "So much for a day of peace and quiet." He sets the drawing board and pencil aside on a low table, and rises to head for the door. "Enter!" He calls.

The night had been long and from the main bedroom someone stirs, as a baby fusses when Caedmon calls out. Soon the fussing stops. There is the soft sound of a muffled voice singing and then it ceases. A servant moves from one of the other room and goes into that room. There is another soft exchange of murmured voices and a tired Wenna appears in the door way. She closes the door softly behind her. Her hair is in a night braid and it falls over her shoulders and there are streaks of red in it, cause by the sun most likely. She is wearing a light weight sleeveless silk undergown gown that is used for sleeping and over it she has on plain grayish blue linen surcoat. She is leaning on crutches and holding a bowl of nuts. She peers at the door. Then her green eyes look at her husband and at the squirrel. To the squirrel she says softly. "I found your stash in our wardrobe and under the pillow again. You need to learn that the pillow is not used for stuffing nuts." She has baggage underneath her eyes.

With the call coming to enter, Nylie gives a glance towards Eoin,"It does seem least someone is home." Before she does actually enter in, the changes perhaps noted that have occurred to the place since she was here last. The woman herself wearing one of her simple green dresses, hair having been pulled back. She does look a touch tired, though of note it seems her stomach is looking a touch like it might be trying to grow into a melon at some point. It was early yet, but the condition was noticeable and beyond hiding. In spying her brother approaching the door, Nylie does offer a hug in greeting, should he accept. Looking between and Wenna a touch as she speaks,"I hope we are not interrupting anything, we were on our way back from the infirmary and thought to stop and see if you were in. As you see, Elisabeth had gone into labour." Her gaze going to Eoin to let him deliver the news, it was his sister afterall. Though her eyes do come back to the spot of white fur that is not her brother's hair and blinks before shaking her head. By the Light this pregnancy was messing with her head, things from dreams seeming to now exist in the waking wor…..wait….Wenna just talked to it. She just gives another little shake of her head.

While Caedmon heads for the door, Gwyliwr gives Wenna a look of innocence as if to ask, 'Who? Me?.' He bows his head, as if he were a little boy acknwoeldgeing the words of his mother, before he returns to grooming his tail. Caedmon chuckles and raises the metal bolt so that he can open the door. When Nylie steps into the room first, he does not even need to step toward her. He throws his arms around her and hugs her. He glances to Eoin and smiles. "Don't stand out there like a merchant's ship at the harbor's mouth, Eoin. Come inside. The tea should be ready and we have fresh gingerbread if you would like some." The squirrel rakes his paws through the end of his tail and then leaps from the window sill. He scampers across the room. Then he jumps onto the top of an old and battered desk where he sits, knowing that Wenna will leave the bowl there. Caedmon looks with a warm smile to his wife. "Did Gwen try to have a few choice words before you put her to bed, love?" he questions.

Using her crutches Wenna goes to set the bowl down on that battered desk and then she leans on her crutches again. "Come in and be seated. Has she given birth or is still in labor and who is attending?" She asks. "I have not been in the infirmary yet this morning nor have I read my reports yet How is she doing?" She confesses. She nods her head as her eyes go to Nylie's stomach. "This is news, congratulations and I pray the gods grant you a quick and easy labor." She says.
She turns and looks at her Cousin. "I pray you are well, I have spoken to a number of officers from your fleet. They keep muttering something about a whale? I also pray that your sister is well?"
She looks to husband next and she cannot help but smile. "The teething drooling feverish menace was apologizing for biting and trying to look cute and doing so. She managed it I forgave the bit as soon as she did it. I have her in the center of the bed surrounded by a crib of pillows. I put oil cloth between her and our mattress. Personally do not like sleep in a puddle or on a wet spot. The servant heard the knock at the door and came to get me." She explains.
"Come in and be seated." She offers them as she makes a sweeping gesture.

Eoin hasn't actually seen Caedmon in a while and offers the other man a smile as he steps inside as well. Waiting while the siblings hug there is a certain hint of satisfaction in his features, although in a pleased rather than a smug way. Turning his head to Wenna as she speaks he completes the news Nylie had started, "it was twins as suspected. A girl and a boy. All three are currently resting while the entire town searches for Kieryn to give him the good news." Deftly ignoring any mention of Nylie's stomach he grimaces slightly at the mention of a 'whale' then shakes his head slightly, "not a whale no, but that tale can wait I think until they've caugt up." A faint tilt of his head towards the embracing pair before he notes the kettle and says, "in the mean time, sit yourself and I will see to the tea."

The hug is warmly given on to Caedmon, Nylie simply coming to comment,"I see you have taken on yet another ward, my brother. " A slight look at the energetic not so little squirrel to give indication to her words. There is a faint smile at Wenna's words, the notice of her belly, her hand lightly settles to it,"Thank you, with the years I have seen, it is not something I have been quick to be announcing. " Not that she can hide it now. But Wenna as Royal Physician surely knew the added risks and difficulties an older woman could have. "I should hope it to go as swift and smoothly as Elisabeth's."
Adding on to the details Eoin provides,"Master Healer Cloina was the one attending to her during the delivery. I stayed with Elisabeth through it, all did go well." Knowing Wenna can get the finer details out of the reports. She does move to have a seat, some relief to finally be at rest. "I should think with talk like that you are talking of one of Cricket's spawn and not my darling little niece," lightly teasing. Eoin does earn a glance when he says not a whale….considering their last talk.

"Twins again," Caedmon muses. Then he looks to Wenna and wonders, "The fashion of twins seems to have spread from Greenshire to these parts. I wonder if something is tainting the water in this relic of a castle and in Stormvale, or goods that we buy from the shire might bring more than the buyers expect." He eyes his sister, who does seem to have gained now that he notices. "I'm sure that the duke is crowing about his good fortune," he guesses. He nods to Eoin and objects mildly, "You are our guest. We, or at least I, should serve you, lord admiral. Still, if you insist, I will fetch the food and the cups if you wish to serve the drink." Before he leaves for the kitchen, however, he moves to offer his arm to Wenna to assist her to a chair that is easily within reach of the one where he was sitting. Gwyliwr seizes the opportunity to scoop one of the shelled nuts from the bowl without waiting for tea. Caedmon smiles to Nylie and inclines his head. "Ward?" he queries. He glances from sister to squirrel and then grins. "Ah!" he exclaims. "This is Gwyliwr. In truth, he chose me. I suppose that you could say that I am /his/ ward."

"Caedmon sit and rest too when you return, I need to move around or I get stiff in the rain. " She tells him. She goes to make the tea after she announces that as she refuses his arm. Then she chuckles as he moves towards the kitchen. Instead she moves to get packets of tea. She nods her head as she works. "One of these days, people will be cleared first with me before they work in the infirmary in the castle, there is no respect." She shakes her head and looks annoyed. Taking a deep breath she soothes her features. "It is all well, what is important is that she is well and the children are healthy. That is what counts." She shakes her head. Then she looks to Nylie and she cracks a smile. "Gwyn has personality that could rival one of Crickets Spawn. We are going to have our hands full when she starts to walk. As it stands you will notice that there is nothing she can get into that is eye level while she crawls." Sure enough if they look carefully the will notice the shelves have been cleared up to a point where a small person can pull themselves up to. She looks at the squirrel and frowns. "No hoarding."

Eoin reckons Aidan likely has his hands full with Hadrian, but it's not his place to comment and so he abstains, for the moment at least. "Yes, Mistress Cloina, she seemed happy with the outcome," he notes, backing up Nylie's account, "although she seemed to tire herself out in the process to." As for the tea, well, his main intention had been that Wenna sit down and not do it herself, which Caedmon made such a valient attempt at. He ponders an act of defiance for a moment, but then bows to the laws of hospitality and relents. To Wenna question he simply indicates Caedmon and Nylie once more, since they seem to be talking after not having done so in a while. The, with half an ear on the conversation between the siblings he asks conversationally "chose you? How so?" Before adding with a hint of teasing, "although I suppose his fur does match your own hair these days."

"He is delighted and pleased, aye," says Nylie,"though I would not say he is quite crowing, dear brother. I believe the fretting and worry keeps it well in check." The Duke had lost his first wife to childbirth afterall. Easily shifting back to the matter of Elisabeth and the twins, as she points out,"Elisabeth is of Greenshire, and twins seem to rather run in Kieryn's family as well. With how big she was growing, she said the healers had suspected for a time it might be twins." There is a quiet glance towards Wenna when there is talk about the infirmary, "She did not seem familiar to me, but I had not thought to question since the others about the infirmary seemed familiar with her. "
There is that look about as Wenna points out the way things have been cleared. But the rather interesting…watcher Caedmon has picked up does seem to draw Nylie's attention back,"I do imagine you can never lack for to many to keep an eye after you, you were always such the troublemaker, little brother." There being decided tease in her tone. Even if Nylie had given Caedmon a once over or three since arriving, ascertaining his own health. "I am curious as well to how he came to choose you. Or has perhaps Kallishar decided you needed a spot of watching with being so far from the Forest." There is perhaps some hint of tease there as well. But there is a faint look that goes towards Eoin when she invokes that particular name.

Gwyliwr nibbles at the nut, again looking to Wenna with wide-eyed innocence. Caedmon simply sighs when Wenna dismisses his offer. "Fair enough," he answers her. "The gingerbread is cooling on the counter," he advises. "I won't speak for Kallishar but we did meet in a forest," Caedmon explains. "I was riding from Stormvale after duty called me here. The rain was far heavier than this." He waves toward the windows beyond which the downpour continues. "A band of robbers fell upon me. I suspect that they followed me because even robbers would not have lurked beside the trail in that weather." He settles in his chair. Gwyliwr stuffs the nut into one cheek and leaps from the desk. He scampers across the room and hops into Caedmon's lap where he perches and removes his snack so that he can continue to munch. "They were ready to strike when he dropped from the trees. They mistook him for some mischievous spirit, and so he became, in a sense. I fell from my horse when he landed on her head and she reared. One of the thieves fired a crossbow but killed his comrade instead. The third ran. I woke with the squirrel sitting on my chest, looking as if he would kill anyone who came near. When I recovered my wits and found my horse, Gwyliwr would not leave me. He has stayed with me since."

Wenna cannot help but tease Caedmon as well. "Aye I call him my grey beard, but I will say this I would not change a hair on his head. I do not miss his red locks as I still have him." She turns to look in the direction Caedmon went. Then she goes back to tending the fire and tea. "She is but the apothecary we buy supplies from. This is the first I have heard of her working in the infirmary." Her voice is like velvet but there are undertones of sharpened steel beneath it. She shakes her head as she takes another deep breath.
The tea is then made and each person has a different blend and she hands the cups to Caedmon to hand out if he does not mind she indicates with a point of her finger who gets what tea. She looks between Caedmon and the others as the tale is told. She frowns slightly.

Eoin recognises the name given, and glances briefly to the squirrel once more. White stag, white squirrel. Hmmm. There is a theme there, but this is hardly his area of expertese and so he leaves it to those who know more. That's not to say though, that he doens't listen carefully to the answer given, mentally imagining the scene as it is described to them. He almost wants to ask if the brigands were reported but then stop himself, they are after all, hardly the focus of the story. "An intersting account," he offers as he takes a seat a few down from Caedmon to allow Nylie to be next to her brother should she so desire, "where was this you say? Between here and Albion or were you further afield?" Then, Wenna's look is noted and he raises an eyebrow, "something amiss cousin?"

"I believe telling a squirrel not to hoarde is much like telling a fish not to swim," notes Nylie, watching as Gwyliwr as he scampers along to settle to Caedmon's lap to take part of his nut in the end. Listening with interest to the turn of events her brother tells that brought the two together. Perhaps a slight glance to the rain beyond the window, inwardly thankful for the lack of thunder accompanying it currently. "With such a fine stock of nuts, I cannot blame him for staying on. Though if it call came to pass in the forest, perhaps it was Kallishar who saw you seen after."

"Nothing is amiss Cousin." She goes to take a seat that is away from Nylie and Caedmon to allow them to be closer to each other. The crutches are set aside and her left leg stretched out. "I was recalling the his first bath with us. I am not fond of the fleas. Gwyliwr and I have an understanding he is only allowed to hoard nuts on Caedmon's side of the bed. We are working on the wardrobe and he has learned not to put nuts in my leg. Therefore he can be taught." She points out.
"Now as for you Nylie, how are you feeling these days and how is the pregnancy going?"

"I do not know what inspired him, dear sister," Caedmon answers Nylie. "I do know that he saved me from those scoundrels. I doubt that they would have bowed respectfully and taken their leave after relieving me of my coin-purse." He traces his hand down the squirrel's back while the animal nibbles. Then he looks to Eoin and says, "I was heading for a cottage on the border of Albion. It once served as a shelter in the wood for wayward travelers." He nods to Wenna and agree, "He is improving, although old habits rarely surrender quietly. I turn my shoes and boots upside down and shake them before I attempt to step into them." He returns his attention to Nylie and adds, "The trick is not to stop him from hoarding, but to teach him that some places are safe for hoarding while others are not. It is much like training children, as you will learn soon enough."

"I do not know what inspired him, dear sister," Caedmon answers Nylie. "I do know that he saved me from those scoundrels. I doubt that they would have bowed respectfully and taken their leave after relieving me of my coin-purse." He traces his hand down the squirrel's back while the animal nibbles. Then he looks to Eoin and says, "I was heading for a cottage on the border of Albion. It once served as a shelter in the wood for wayward travelers." He nods to Wenna and agree, "He is improving, although old habits rarely surrender quietly. I turn my shoes and boots upside down and shake them before I attempt to step into them." He returns his attention to Nylie and adds, "The trick is not to stop him from hoarding, but to teach him that some places are safe for hoarding while others are not. It is much like training children, as you will learn soon enough."

The cup of tea is accepted when served along, content to sit near her brother as the others so neatly see to ensuring. Nylie giving a nod to Caedmon,"Aye, I would say it is better to try and see the hoarding occurs where it is least invasive, as I doubt he is quite willing to give up the habbit." Noting gently on to Wenna at the questions," I have been a touch tired, I get a bit of a scolding for not resting as much as some think I should. Everything has seemed to be going well enough." A faint glance towards the menfolk before a gentle rise of her eyebrows to Wenna, doubting the menfolk would truly care to hear about the particulars or her disagreements with food at certain points.
Nylie nods when Eoin brings up the matter of the scrolls,"I admit, I have been curious as well. I know the war has taken the focus of many, but I have heard nary a word, not even a whisper during any of my visits to the Temple."

The cup of tea is accepted when served along, content to sit near her brother as the others so neatly see to ensuring. Nylie giving a nod to Caedmon,"Aye, I would say it is better to try and see the hoarding occurs where it is least invasive, as I doubt he is quite willing to give up the habbit." Noting gently on to Wenna at the questions," I have been a touch tired, I get a bit of a scolding for not resting as much as some think I should. Everything has seemed to be going well enough." A faint glance towards the menfolk before a gentle rise of her eyebrows to Wenna, doubting the menfolk would truly care to hear about the particulars or her disagreements with food at certain points.

Nylie nods when Eoin brings up the matter of the scrolls,"I admit, I have been curious as well. I know the war has taken the focus of many, but I have heard nary a word, not even a whisper during any of my visits to the Temple."

When Nylie accepts her tea and sits beside Caedmon, Gwyliwr stops his nibbling long enough to shift to the knee that is closest to her. He stuffs the partially eaten nut into a cheek. Then he stretches forward to sniff her hand tentatively before he settles on his haunches again and resumes his snack. Caedmon sips his tea and frowns. "The Enlightened said that they would counsel with the king if they found anything that required his attention," Caedmon answers about the scrolls. "Since then, they have said not a word. Considering how Tyrel dealt with he matter, and drew their ire, I doubt that they would be eager to speak of such things." He sighs. When Nylie speaks about her symptoms, he tease, "We will know that you have trouble if the baby robs you of your interest in sweets, dear sister."

Eoin considers Caedmon's answer as he watches the antics of the squirrel. And sips his tea of course, the tea is important. "I heard that it was something about great changes coming," he muses to no one in particular, then back to Caedmon, "is that so? I find myself curious about it. Something to follow up on perhaps, although I must confess to knowing none of the priests this far east to the point where I could strike up a casual conversation with them on such matters."

The hand is held for Gwyliwr to sniff at as he pleases, Nylie happy enough he prefer the nut to snack upon. Listening closely to her brother's response on the matter of the scrolls, sipping of her tea while she does so. There is a quiet nod as she muses over a sip of tea, simply giving a nod in Eoin's direction, perhaps agreeing with his comments. "I do imagine the Enlightened would see anything of importance preached upon, though aye, I do not imagine they are eager to speak at great length with Tyrel." She does send Caedmon a touch of a smile,"That I have not lost, though I admit my fondness still lays with those cherry candies." Perhaps why they have been gifted a fair bit from her!

"At one time, I considered speaking with the Blessed Luna about the matter. She was there on the night when the scrolls came to us. However, after the queen left us, the Blessed Luna seems to have disappeared as well. I know maintained some contact with a few others who might entertain questions on the matter. Whether the Enlightened will shed any light on it, however, is far from certain. The king did not endear us to them by his actions." Caedmon lifts his cup and takes a long sip. He smiles over the cup at Nylie's assurance. "If you will be here for a few days, then, I will venture to the Chocola emporium to see if they have such delicacies as a present of congratulations for my sister." He looks to Wenna, as if guessing her silent question, and adds, "I willl not be riding in this weather. I will wait unlit the rain has stopped."

"I am hoping that we do not have a repeat of that. I am hoping that our king has learned some wisdom." She confides in them all. "Speaking of kings I am waiting to see a certain reaction to someone trying to call for an emergency council meeting." She continues to shift her weight in her chair and stretch and tap her left leg. She frowns a little the tea is finished and set aside. The door opens and a page enters and hands her a letter before he leaves. She opens it as it bears the kings seal and she frowns as she reads it. "The disposition of the Temple." She reads aloud. "I take it back he has learned nothing."

Eoin nods to both Nylie and Caedmon as they mention Tyrel's actions with regards to the scrolls. "Yes, I do recall the tension at the time. I owuld be fascinated to hear the results of any such conversation you might have with them though, and I suspect of all of us, you may be best placed to receive and answer." As he mentioned previously, he was there after all. As Wenna brings up Hadrian he frowns slightly and notes, "two of you at least should have seen my reply to that." Then, turning to Nylie, for her benefit he adds, "I have informed the Master at Arms that the navy wishes no part in matters internal to House Kincaid. I included His Grace in the list of recipiants as he too sits on the council, but should it be delayed in reaching him do reassure him that we do not intend to interfere would you?"

Nylie gives a faint nod to Caedmon,"Perhaps others may have yet heard something, such as those you are yet in contact with. " There is a faint smile,"I do not think our dear cousin worries much about endearing himself to anyone directly. Though much like his father, he does have an appreciation for music. " It was something. Right? She dips her head to Caedmon,"I would be, I shall be. I have not plans to travel for some time yet. " Her gaze flits between the others as the message comes in and the matter of that Council meeting request comes up. Eoin's words bring a respectful dip of her head,"Thank you, I shall ensure he is reassured. Though, I spoke with the King myself prior to Lord Hadrian's…..request. And he did not seem inclined to interfer in the matter either once some of his own curiousity was sated concerning the reasoning. Though quite simply, Lord Hadrian is not fit to become a Duke, Lakeshire and Morbin would suffer for it if he did." Doubtful that is any surprise to them. Settling to sip on the remainder of her tea for now.

While Wenna and Eoin are commenting on the recent letter, Merreck enters the room. He is silent as usual, and without hesitation circles the others to deliver a folded and sealed parchment to Caedmon, along with a small knife for breaking the seal. Caedmon accepts the document from his trusted aid. "There is tea in the kettle," he notes, gesturing toward the fire where the small pot waits. "Help yourself." Then he quickly reads the letter. He lowers it and looks across to Wenna. He takes a slow breath and nods. "Even the king's personal secretary forgets that I no longer hold a major seat at the council, and I certainly no longer wield the authority of Voice." He folds the letter but keeps it in hand. "We must mind our tongues, but I will say that if this is any indication, he not only failed to learn from that incident, but he has forgotten other lessons."

Eoin glances between Wenna and Caedmon as they both receive missives, mildly annoyed that of course his will go to either the docks or the manor in town. Or at least, Caedmon's mention of the position of Voice has him assuming its council business. "Not having read the Kings words," he starts, eyeing the parchmetns again, "I can not be sure if this is relevent, but His Majesty did mention talking to the Temple with regards to matters arising from a recent incident. So whatever has been said may be in relation to that rather than past incidents."

"Lord Hadrian is not fit to wipe the backside of himself." This is said with a snort. "I still cannot believe how he had started to pick a fight with my youngest sister at a wedding. Not to mention his manners when he was sitting in for his father at the council." She looks at her husband. "You have a seat because you have your barony good husband." She reminds him gently. She holds her letter out to her cousin for him to take. "Read it I know yours is the same." She waits for him to take it.

Caedmon unfold his copy and starts to offer it to Eoin but when Wenna beats him, he simply smiles. "This should be no secret from you, Eoin, considering that you are high admiral and it might be of some importance to you, too." He gestures with his paper. "Read it," he urges. When Wenna reminds him about why he holds a seat on the council, Caedmon nods. "That is true. My role and my voice are smaller now."

Taking the scroll from Wenna, Eoin reads it, then pauses to consider for a moment before handing it back. "The wording is a little vague, but I stand by what I said, it may relate to a matter I discussed with him yesterday on which he said he was going to seek word with the Enlightened." He's not sure it does relate mind, but there is certainly a chance. "I shall have to ensure my Captains are ready to go in my stead for I fear I will be at sea again within days."

"Your voice and opinions still matter they just now will not fall on deaf ears." She shifts her weight again and moves to rub right thigh. She frowns. "I am not certain if it will make a difference but we will see. Call me skeptical and lacking in hope. I hope that I am proven wrong. I may not go to temple like I should but would not like to see us excommunicated again." She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. Her hair seems more red in that moment. She shifts her weight again rubs her chest and looks towards bedroom where their daughter sleeps. More shifting of her weight and she goes to get her crutches to make more tea. "Any wish for more tea?"
She looks to Eoin and she nods her head. "Be careful, my brother will mourn as will your sister. I will too. We have had enough funerals this past year. The young need to learn from the wisdom of those who are experienced." She tells him. "Let me know if you have need of anything Cousin before you leave and I will see about trying to make sure that it comes to fruition."

Caedmon remains silent and nods at Wenna's words. She speaks well enough for both of them on those matters. He drains his cup and nods to Wenna."Bring the kettle, love, if you will," he requests. Turning to Eoin, he notes, "Some of your ships came to Albion for repairs. We are glad to help. If you find any trouble with the workmanship or the service that my people provided, send word to me at once. When you are here long enough to spin the tale, perhaps you will tell us about what you /did/ see that was not a whale. If you or your men have listened while in my port, you have heard about our own strange tales."

"I am always as careful as the situation allows," Eoin replies with a gentle smile to Wenna, "I have every intention of returning safe and sound within the month." Not that he can promise timescales of course, but thats the current thinking. "If anything comes to mind then you will be the first to know," he promises, "although I suspect my biggest issue will be in naming my ship, for I am to take out one of the newly built carracks and to launch her without a name would be terribly bad luck." Glancing then to his cup he considers for a moment before conscenting to just one more cup before turning to Caedmon. "I must confess I have not put into Albion for a while now. What tales?"

Snagging a cloth made just for this Wenna picks up the kettle and then she maneuvers towards Caedmon to do as bided with it. She offers him a smile. "Drink more of your tea," She urges him.
Before Caedmon can respond she answers. "Albion has many a tale of Selkies, Mermen and Mermaids. I have yet to tell them that I use seal skin for the children. You cannot kill a Seal they think it could be a relatives. Some of the families have legends that tie them to the Selkies." She explains in her usual short and to the point manner.

Eoin 'ohs' slightly. "Ah, you mean the tales in general, yes, I have heard many of them of a time, and it is surprising jut how many coastal towns have similar tales. I confess that I had thought you were refering to something strange that had happened more recently." Settling back a little into the chair once more he notes, "there tales are not much different from several of the sailors tales too of course. We would never kill an albatross for they carry the souls of dead sailors who watch over us, nor the dolphins, as they are sent by Thedor to guide us. It is not then such a stretch that there might be more to meets the eye with seals also."

"Cousin what did happen?" Wenna asks him simply. "I am done with word game and guessing games. Because none were named the Golden Lady I am assuming that you did not reenact that ships plight?" She says to him. Her eyes rest on him and there is a soft shifting of green to blue in them. A play of the light if you will. She blinks and they are back to being moss green.

"There are no games cousin," Eoin replies equally simply, "it is just a tale I had wished to escape from for a while." It has been front and centre of his attention for the past several days after all. Lifting the hand not holding his tea to rub absently at his forehead for a moment or two he then shrugs slightly. "If you must hear it though then I will be brief, for my thoughts have dwelt too much on it of late as it is. Simply put, as we were engaging the Laniveer fleet, both us and them were attacked by some form of giant sea creature. It fit just about all descriptions I've ever hard of the Kraken, but for now the term we are using is 'creature of Inouv'." Or the term the king is using anyway, and thus what all official reports will say. Below decks, kraken. Two ships were lost and many sailors were eaten before we managed to force it to retreat."

Caedmon remains silent while Eoin summarizes the tale. He nods and asserts, "Eoin, people love strange tales. They will want to hear that one, but we understand, and I would not belabor you with it. When you are want to talk, I would hear more about it." He sips from his fresh cup. "I know, from my own travels in youth for the king, that both land and sea are full of mysteries, and I doubt that anyone could unravel all of them in a thousand years." Gwyliwr finises his snack while Caedmon speaks, and the squirrel happily curls in the lap of his human, wrapping his fluffy tail around him, for a nap.

It would seem that Nylie had been quite truthful when she spoke of being tired of late, having fallen quiet when the matters of politics had taken hold. There was much that no doubt could have been said, but that had never really been Nylie's way. She had so oft been more likely to fall into that quiet silence, more the musician then the politician…But the quiet had lingered on and one likely noticed how her eyes took to resting themselves, even if she somehow managed to hold her tea cup just so yet, not letting it fall over and spill the few drops left in it. For how long she actually doesed, what was heard or not may be hard to tell. But certainly the pregnant woman was forgiven for the lapse into silence. Though it would seem those smokey orbs are open again and settled upon Eoin as that tale is told in the short version of what happened, quietly saying,"I am glad you were able to set it to flee and returned safely." Pulling her eyes back to the tea cup before they linger to long, oh hrm…where did all the tea go.

With Caedmon's cup refilled she balances herself with ease as she moves to run her finger lightly down the tip of the squirrel's nose a few times before she leans forward to place a random kiss upon the tip of Caedmon's nose. She straightens herself and goes to put water and an herbal mix into Nylie's cup now that she is awake. The kettle is put back by the fire and Wenna settles herself back down into her seat. She looks at her cousin for a long time. Finally she nods her head. "Something is awakening. There is stirring and the gods have awoken from their slumber. You are lucky cousin where both ships from your fleet and what came of the Laniveers?"

Eoin gives Caedmon a nod, both in understanding and thanks for agreeing not to push for details at this time. "I am sure it isa tale I will be telling for years," he admits, "and when I can no longer still hear the terrified screams of the dying I am sure I may find more interest in doing so." A little harsh perhaps, but he did feel somewhat forced into telling the tale when he'd rather not have. Nylie then gets a nod too, and a "as am I. I have heard stories of such a creature all my life," a pause, "but to actually see it, there, in the water.." he shakes his head again slowly then turns to Wenna. "If I was lucky cousin, it is because the Laniveer fleet was there and their captain agreed with my suggestion to set the very sea on fire to try and drive it away. Had they not had the power to do that with them then I doubt very much if any of my fleet would have returned."

"Thank you, my love," Caedmon says when Wenna refills his tea. "I have read of this strange thing, this setting the water on fire, as you call it," Caedmon remarks to Eoin, with a hint of wonder in his voice. "I have not seen it. I thought that it was nothing more than tales from old books." He glances at the others before he adds, "Both you and the Laniveer faced a great enemy that took no side but its own. If only men could find reason to do that, to face greater enemies that threaten all of us, whether we are of Mobrin, Laniveer, Kundar, or other realms." he sighs. He looks to Nylie and concludes, "But we should speak of happier topics. Dear sister, have you found the heart to take up instruments again? Have you written any new songs?"

Wenna nods as the crutches are set aside and her left leg stretched back out. Nods her head and once again there is a thoughtful look on her face. She does not press for any more information. Instead she turns her gaze to the small fire as she mulls over a number of things. She lets the conversation flow over her.

"Thank you, my love," Caedmon says when Wenna refills his tea. "I have read of this strange thing, this setting the water on fire, as you call it," Caedmon remarks to Eoin, with a hint of wonder in his voice. "I have not seen it. I thought that it was nothing more than tales from old books." He glances at the others before he adds, "Both you and the Laniveer faced a great enemy that took no side but its own. If only men could find reason to do that, to face greater enemies that threaten all of us, whether we are of Mobrin, Laniveer, Kundar, or other realms." he sighs. He looks to Nylie and concludes, "But we should speak of happier topics. Dear sister, have you found the heart to take up instruments again? Have you written any new songs?"

Oh and there is stuff appearing in her cup! Nylie looks up and gives Wenna a quiet smile, a gentle,"Thank you," as the cup does get refreshed. A few stirs taken to allow the herbal mix to mix and seep with the water. A quiet nod of understanding to Eoin, he'd known not to push her for details on what now seems…almost simple. When compared to a sea monster. While Nylie does not seek further details any more than her brother, there is a glance towards Wenna when there that mention of something awakening and stirring. And eventually back to Eoin, inquiring softly,"Do you think it could…all be related? My dream those months ago…" giving a small motion of her hand to perhaps encompass the other things Eoin and she had once spoken of without…actually naming them openly. Caedmon's question to her does bring a bit of a smile,"Aye, I have dear brother. It has taken some time, but Eoin here has been witness to a return, for he happened across me playing in the alon recently. It ha not been a quick process, though the dream I mentioned aided my efforts. I have written a few new pieces and I have a piano now as well. It is a work of art all upon its own with the Sky Forest themed inlays upon it. I fear though, not a thing I can quite travel with."

"It is called green-fire," Eoin replies tiredly to Caedmon, "and the Laniveer have been using it against us for a while now. It bruns men and ships just as well as water." Which of course means they don't yet have a way of putting it out. He doens't point that out though, as he'd rather the conversation moved to happier topics too and Nylie's music is an excellent example of such. Her ponderings provoke a faint shrug on his part in reply, it's possible, but he really doesn't know. A smile does form though, at the talk of her composing again, and of the piano, but with the coversation picking up between the two siblings he allows himself to fade somewhat into the background as well.

Caedmon listens to Eoin while he explains about this strange invention. "Such a thing would strike fear into enemies, but I wonder if it has peaceful uses," he comments. He shifts his attention to Nylie. When she speaks of strange dreams, his eyebrows rise for a moment and he looks as if he might want to pursue that topic further. However, he remains silent, seeming to have committed to the idea of shifting to cheerier topics for the moment. When she speaks of the piano and new compositions, he questions, "Have you mastered that instrument? I know that Princess Caillin had a piano in her rooms here in the castle before she married Baron Ruthgar. I do not know if she took it with her. Perhaps it is still here. I should ask the castellan about that, and then see if you might use it, unless you can perform your new pieces on other instruments as well."

With the look that comes from Caedmon, Nylie gives him a slight nod. A topic for another time. It was a thing she had wished to speak with him about. "It is not entirely different from the harpsichord, some some of the pieces have worked to move between them. But I have been working to make some pieces specifically for it. Perhaps if it is still there, we can see about a little performance. Though, if you have not yet found anyone to paly it, I believe I need to yet play that piece I composed for your birthday, dear brother. " And goes the conversation for a time on matters of music and more cheerful matters. Before the hour would grow late and departures made, after hugs, of course!

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