Thedor 6, 229: Welcome Home

Welcome Home
Summary: Arlen returns to something that resembles a warm welcome from his wife, who tries to fill him in on what's been occurring.
OOC Date: 06/01/2014
Related: None
Players:
Arlen Senga 
Kincaid Manor - City of Stormvale
Before you is a villa style home that is set in behind hedgerows. It is low to the ground and has smooth orange rust colored walls. The roof is made of terra cotta tiles, stacked atop each other. Directly in front is the large wrought iron gate with sturdy wooden slats spiked onto the gate to make what lies beyond a secret. From the gate, the wall spreads to either side and then turns sharply to form a square, at the back of the square, the only raised structure and just barely visible from the front. The 2 story main section of the villa stands directly opposite the gate. In peeking through the wooden slats of the gate, there is a glimpse of a lush courtyard and the open-air rooms that make up the sidewalls, as well as the face of the house proper. Plain and even drab from the outside, clearly this place saves its beauty for within.
6th day of Thedor, 229

A young man in navy uniform would have knocked at the manor's door early in the morning to announce that Commander Kincaid's ship docked just now and the man himself should be expected home within the next hour or three.

It could be said that turning the manor upside down for the Duke's brother would be worth it. On the other hand, rousing Senga to inform her of her husband's return? That does find the dark haired woman attired for such occasions. In a simple gown that would be permissible for afternoons in residence, she has made herself comfortable within the sitting room. With a throw across her lap against the chill of the early morning, the presence of a book graces her lap in the intervening moments of waiting for the ship to be unloaded with the Commander being likely the last presence on shore.

The house servant finally appears in the sitting room, wringing his hands with a nervous expression. "Mylady? His Lordship has arrived, but… " Apparently there's something amiss, but before the old man can come up with a suitable phrase, heavy steps can be heard and a moment later another young man in uniform enters, following by Lord Arlen himelf - heavily leaning on a crutch. The commander's face is deeply tanned and perhaps a few new lines have appeared since his wife last saw him. "Lady Senga.", the young officer greets formally and bows deeply to the woman. Arlen doesn't bother with the courtesy and just stands there, looking at his wife. "Mylady."

In light of the warmth that begins to feel more unbearable as the minutes tick away, by the time that the servant returns? The drape has left her lap and the noblewoman is standing towards the direction of the windows with fingers absently plucking at the light sleeves which allow air to traverse upwards in thanks to their bell shape. It still does nothing for the thoughts swirling in her mind. Turning as the young officer enters, her head dips once into an acknowledging nod before dark eyes settle on Arlen. Determining what might be the tone of the visit, this time, she offers a smooth curtsey slight as it is. "Husband. Welcome home."

"Some homecoming it is.", Arlen grumbles, though he hobbles closer to where his wife is standing, "Come, Mylady, greet your husband with a proper kiss!", he says, a little too loudly and a little too jovially. Perhaps he's playing to their audience of two? The young officer's cheeks definitely color a little. "Your sea chest is being carried upstairs to your room, Sir.", the servant announces, "Would you care for some refreshments?" "Oh certainly, I've longed for some freshly baked bread and a juicy pie!", Arlen smiles at the man, the turns back to his wife.

Color Senga far from amused. The young and excitable, she isn't. Not anymore. Rising and approaching Arlen, eyes do take note of the crutch before she leans in close for a brief kiss. Anything more, is his choice to encourage or deny. "What happened to your leg," she contents herself with asking, eyes falling to the young man as if it is his responsibility to keep her husband safe. The servant is merely nodded to as he goes to fulfill the request for bread and pie - in that order. "Come and sit. We can manage to get you settled upstairs now or later."

Arlen returns the kiss in a rather fiery way and wraps one arm around his wife's slender waist. The other is needed to support the crutch. The kiss feels genuine - or is he just happy to hold a female after many weeks at sea? "An injury.", he replies - as if that isn't obvious - and shrugs. "We were due back here anyway, so it was suggested I come back here for a bit to rest and recover." Reluctantly obviously. When she invites him to sit, he does hobble towards the couch albeit with a sheepish smile. "I think I should bathe before I join you, Mylady." The young officer stands like a lost sheep meanwhile, not sure what to do with himself. When Arlen notes his predicament, he gives him a curt nod. "Thanks, Jones, you are dismissed. Go and make merry with your loved one" "Aye Aye Sir" Young Jones salutes smartly, though he can't resist a little grin. Then he hurries off.

Is it genuine? The affection certainly does feel like it, causing Senga lean into the kiss long enough for it leave a lingering impression. Is it warmth or chill, after all? Settling both hands against his arms, she falls into step with him with final glance over one shoulder at the aforementioned James before addressing her husband with a rueful press of her lips. "You could certainly do so. Then I can tell you about what has been occurring. It might pique your interest."

"Will it?", Arlen wonders and settles onto the couch for now, making sure to rest his leg horizontally on the surface. As the servant returns bearing a trencher with some fresh slices of bread, a hot meat pie and a tankard of ale, Arlen looks ruefully to his wife: "Why don't you tell me now, my dear, while I enjoy this meal? I'd hate for the pie to go cold. The servants can meanwhile start eating the water for my bath." He turns to the servant while he says this, indicating that it might as well be considered an order. The man sets the trencher down, bows deeply and departs again.

"I am still waiting to hear from your brother regarding the events of the King's Council. But more importantly? It seems that Lord Shepard Kerrigan is likely to marry one of the eligible Kincaid women," Senga remarks slowly, ensuring that he does indeed have enough room for the leg. The same which gains her attention and observation as she perches on the couch. "Our daughter is a possibility. But it seems as if the head of the family has his eye on Aidan's daughter. Even though, it would be a marriage down for her. I have my own thoughts on the matter. Perhaps we can discuss them later?"

"Kerrigan…", Arlen muses thoughtfully, "He's the heir to their manor is he not? I dare say he would be a good match for - our daughter." Was there the briefest of hesitations before the word our? "I have to speak to my brother about the issue. It is definitely time for us to see the children settling down…" He takes a big mouthful of ale, then attacks the pie hungrily. "You had thoughts, my dear? What were those?", he wonders. A woman who has thoughts!

"What I find difficult are the benefits for marrying our niece to their heir. I am not against the marriage of our daughter to their heir, but it is something we should consider," Senga answers, eyes shifting to regard the other items within the sitting room proper. "We also need to consider who would be a fair match for our son. My impression of the women thus far finds me wondering if they have the ability to be just as strong as our own women. Or comparably, not so weak as to be ignored."

"Well…" Arlen looks a little uncomfortable and wiggles on the couch until a sharp pain in his leg makes him wince. "I know nothing of the young girls in the realm. I will leave finding a bride for Daune in your capable hands. As for Fae, I believe she would be doing well with a heir. Has Aidan mentioned the matter of his daughter marrying the Kerrigan to you?" He shifts again to grab the rest of the pie and stuff it into his mouth in one big block - effectively shutting him up for a while to chew.

"You need see matters here for yourself. Perhaps, you will if the leg requires such time away from the sea," Senga remarks, hand lifting with the intention of looking towards the leg and its wrappings with a glint of what may be concern. "While you know nothing of young girls, I find myself concerned with this notion that love plays a role in such matches. It comes down to politics. That, should be something you can maneuver against I should hope. It has been discussed, yes. It seems that the Kerrigans wish to branch out."

The thigh is tightly wrapped and only a faint ring of orange hints of potential earlier bleeding. Though if she has a good sense of smell, she will probably smell the lovely odour of something festering. "Who had the notion that love had anything to do with it?", Arlen muses with just the faintest hint of sarcasm, "I blame those terrible minstrels and their sappy ballads. I know very little of the Kerrigans, although one of them serves on board the Endeavour. I will talk to Aidan. For now, I believe, all is said on the matter.", he ends the subject firmly.

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