Theodor 1, 229: Summer Storm

Summer Storm
Summary: A summer storm, without warning
OOC Date: 01/01/2014 (OOC)
Related: None
Players:
Moira Rorey Shepard 
Greenshire Suite
The main room for the apartments for the Greenshire family is very large but cozy and smells of herbs and flowers. The stone walls have been washed with paint; they are a soft sun-kissed yellow. On the stone floor woven rugs have been placed instead of rushes for the comfort of those staying there. In this room there is a long walnut bench; its back has been carved to show a farming scene. The bench also has comfortable cushions covered in a woven fabric with four ground colors: white, light blue, yellow-green, and pink, each print including red roses and blue flowers. It makes a lovely focal point for the room as it is sitting in front of the fire place at a comfortable distance, allowing room for more chairs near the fire. The large stone fireplace is flanked by two comfortable wooden chairs. The cushions of the chairs have been covered in a heavy light blue fabric. Before one of the chairs there is a small foot stool. Above the fireplace hang two bearded axes. They have an elaborate silver inlay, thus showing the status of the owner. The fireplace itself has an oak mantel that is heavily carved with a likeness in favor to each of the gods and goddesses of light. Sitting on the mantel are two silver candelabras holding bees wax candles. Near the fireplace in the corner there is a spinning wheel and small loom.

On the opposite side of the room near the two large windows overlooking the courtyard 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. On the wall near the table there is a large shield with the coat of arms of the Count's family and two ornate yew longbows inlaid with silver and gold rest beside it.

01 January 2014

Around the area of Stormvale and Darfield castle there suddenly breaks forth a GREAT BOOM of thunder that shakes the very ground! It does not matter that it is winter and not a season for such storms. Lightning flashes the night sky.

Rorey is sitting in the chair nearest the fire, clutching at her wineglass for dear life!

Without thought, wrapped in her dressing gown, Moira leaves her room: face pale, hair loose and hanging about her shoulders like a dark cloud, her eyes looking wild and half asleep. Kayla follows along after her, in much the same mode of dress, yet she looks more put together as if she's been sitting and watching Moira nap or some such.

Rorey stands up and goes to hug Moira, figuring her pale face indicates much the same… She glances outside, weirded out. "I wonder where that bit of thunder and lightning came from… Not very common in winter, hmm? Would you like something warm to drink, Lady Moira?" Rosie is always at the ready to fetch and carry, naturally, and a guard guards the door. No doubt one is outside the door - or two.

You say, "The earth rolls over in her sleep, stretching, aching to be comfortable, to be at rest." Kayla puts a gentle hand on one of Moira's shoulders whiel she is hugged by Rorey, And indeed, until that perhaps subtle reminder of the shoulder touch and the hug of Rorey, only then does Moira truly seem to /be/ awake. she shakes her head, a hand to her forehead and a worried glance and Kayla before, her arms raise to hug Rorey back. "What…was that, dear Rorey< I'm afraid I was still somewhat lost in sleep."

Rorey leads Moira to the sofa, and sits with her, "I was just asking if you wanted a little bit to drink? It usually helps me relax." She settles back, and sips her wine, tugging her shawl around her a bit more firmly.

You say, "Tea….tea would be delightful, if you would, sweet Rorey." She again puts a hand to her forehead, brushing the hair back from her face. Exchanging a look with Kayla, who then moves back into Moira's quarters, fetching a brush to begin quickly smoothing out the abundance of Moira's night dark hair, then to form into one loose braid. "I do apologize, Rorey. I had lain down for a late afternoon nap, I get so tired during the winter, you see. And something, suddenly woke me out of a sound sleep for no reason." And, indeed as she was asleep she wouldn't have seen any lightning and probably wouldn't have realized there'd been any sound, as it may have been what woke her up, but wasn't there after she woke and came out of the room."

"It's quite all right, quite alright, Moira. Just a strange bit of thunder and lightning, but then, a few things have been strange lately, haven't they? Hmm." Rosie, hearing what Moira wished, went to the side table to prepare the tea; and a cup for Rorey too. Both were soon served, with a side-tray of milk and sugar, and lemon slices. Rorey put several spoons of sugar into hers, and a tiny bit of milk, and gave it a stir.

Moira takes the tea, giving Rosie a bright smile, for her wan face. "You are a treasure, Rosie", taking a sip of the tea, "…and quite as good at making tea as my Kayla." her eyes close blissfully for a moment, as Kayla takes one last run of the brush through the tail end of Moira's braid, tying it off with a ribbon. There, hair decently bound while In public, somewhat; and least , it looks better that way whilst wearing a dressing gown - which is probably more covering than some of the gowns worn.

Once more the sky flashes and thunder BOOMS to shake the land. It is unusually warm and stormy with lightning flashing and thunder rolling for the next few minutes, but no rain.

Rorey beams happily, and so does Rosie, murmuring her thanks and scooting back to watch over both good Ladies. "She's a joy! Always has my back," Rorey grins. "Did you sleep well at—-" she jumps, sharply, at least three inches out of the chair, "Oh! Oh dear!" She gets up out of her chair, and goes to the window to peer out.

At the flash and the boom of lightening and thunder, Moira's eyes go a little distant and she jerks somewhat, almost in time with each of the above, before she glances over to Kayla, as she started to sip her tea, then hastily sets the cup down, hands trembling. Kayla looks at her, shaking her head slightly, and gets a cloth to dampen and bring back. H"Here, Milady, refresh yourself somewhat. "Tis…tis unseasonable, more during the late summer than in Winter.", dabbing her face with the cool cloth,

Unsatisfied without an explanation, Rorey flips the curtain back to cover the window and sends Rosie to tell another servant to go see what, for goodness sakes, is happening out there. She sits down again, not giving into the urge to pace. She sips her tea, and rubs Moira's nearest shoulder. "Yes, I'll say! Quite atypical."

Moira pats at Rorey's hand, giving her a smile for a moment, taking another sip of tea. Then, shaking her head, she sits up, looking towards the window. "There…there was no rain with any of that, no sign of any rain? Can you tell by the skies," gets up suddenly going to the window to look out as well, "…if there are any clouds or starts showing?"

A servant comes back, and gives a recollection of what he saw outside: some clouds in the distance, but too far away to be the cause of such thunder and lightning, and no sign of rain or snow or anything. "Apparently not… Moira? Is it something else, do you think?" Rorey looks worried, too, and sips gingerly at her tea.

Moira's nose takes a delicate sniff of the air, "I…I am not sure. Something does not feel right. The earth feels restless sometimes and turns and rolls in her sleep. I ..I remember a tale, I have not seen such for myself, of one such time the Earth decided to stretch and roll over in her sleep," as she stands at the window, looking outward, hair in a loose braid down her back over her very covering dressing gown, while Kayla gets up to take her tea over to her. "She stretched so much, part of a mountain came off and rivers of fire began to flow…"

Shepard steps into the suite, pulling off his cloak and handing it to a servant before walking over to stand near the fire, "Gods! I'm not a superstitious man, but I cannot help but worry a bit to see such ill portents on the first day of the New Year." He looks to Rorey and Moira, quirking a brief smile, though his head tilts curiously with a glimmer of concern in his eyes, "Are you all right, ladies?"

Both Ladies are sipping tea, and looking rather put-off. Rorey turns to Shepard, and says, "Oh! Hello Shepard, and.. well, not really. Feeling a little… peaky, to be honest. Some weird happenings up in the skies… Thunder and lightning, and no rain or anything… clouds too far away… What could it mean?" She worries her lower lip, and sips her tea, glancing between Shep and Moira.

Moira takes the tea from Kayla and sips absently, not really tasting it or looking as if she's getting any warmth from it while she looks out the window. Her face still slightly wan, eyes lost in thought,saying softly "Do you remember that tale told us once, Shepard, of how when the Gods formed the Earth, sometimes She would roll in her sleep, making the ground tremble and how sometimes when She was angry, a mountain would lose it's top…like that one far to the south in Greenshire?" And, strangely, that is the greeting, such as it is, that she gives her brother rather than the usual smile and hug or kiss on the cheek.. Kayla, as always, remains at her side.

"I have some vague recollection of the tale, yes. I've heard some stories supposedly passed on from sailors about places where the earth itself shakes under your feet, or where many such mountains can be found, but instead they still spew fire and smoke into the sky." He moves over and leans to kiss Moira's cheek gently, patting her shoulder comfortingly before moving to his own chair, and nodding to the servant that brings him a mug of tea as well, "I don't care to speculate on any meanings for it, though. I doubt I could come up with any reasons that would put minds at ease."

Leaning back into the sofa cushions, Rorey nods. "Probably for the best, eh?" She finishes her first cup of tea, and makes herself another (earning a Look from Rosie). Rorey looks back at her, and shrugs her shoulders — she needed to do *something*. Soon, she's sitting by the fire, staring into the flames. Cheerily as possible, she says, "At least it's the new year, yes? The light is returning! It was so nice to see the sun today."

Moira turns back, nodding, leaving her cup behind for Kayla to pick up, rubbing her arms through the sleeves of her dressing gown. "Oh, I should…change into a dress, in case….should anyone other than Lady Rorey or my brother or Father comes In. I would not want any one to….think something untoward had been going on."

"That may be for the best." Shepard agrees with Moira, and smiles towards her, "It would be most embarrassing to have Father lecturing you if such a thing were to occur." He sets his mug of tea aside and notes, "On another matter…I may wish to speak with you on a small…" He considers the word to use before adding, "Dilemma, I am suddenly faced with. I'd be curious to see what you may think…."

He adds, "But that can come later. I actually think I may retire…provided we don't have too many more castle-shaking thunderclaps…."

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License