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littlemanpoet · 01-18-2009, 08:34 AM

Rowenna

“Are you well with this, Rowenna? You do not mind?”

Saeryn was asking in that way she had, right to the heart of the matter, seeking the truth of things. This is what Rowenna liked so much in her. She smiled. "There is no one for whom I would rather be bride's maiden than you."

And it was the truth. For there was no one else she knew for whom she would do this thing, at all. Still, her words had been heartfelt and she need do naught but what she was asked, for all eyes would be on Saeryn anyway, and that was as it should be, and she was glad of it.

As Eodwine made ready to be part of the sword fights, Rowenna and Saeryn walked hand in hand to the fighting circle, surrounded by the Scarburg folk. Rowenna was content to bask in the glow of Saeryn's joy.

Harreld

To see Lord Eodwine's joy was for Harreld a clearing of his heart and thought more greatly than ever before. His smile was so wide it almost hurt; for many years he had not been apt to it, until he had chosen to be free with his heart toward Ginna - and that had been rewarded many times over. And so he gave thought that mayhap his own wedding would at last not be so far off. That in itself was a great new thought, for only a few moons ago he had resigned himself that it might never happen.

She was applauding, delighted, then looked up at him with shining eyes and squeezed his hand once, meaningfully it seemed to him, and applauded some more. His eyes went wide and his smile felt as if it might crack his face. She was thinking the same thing! His heart was full and he let out a whoop of delight, which he was glad could be taken as his joy for their lord and lady.

Then the sword fights began, and his Ginna was to be a contestant. This was almost beyond belief, for she seemed so small and delicate to him. Yet when she went up against Degas, it became clear to Harreld that she was well trained, though her size told against her. His heart swelled with pride. She had a good eye and a good hand for the sword, which spoke very well of her bloodline. What a brood of strapping warriors we could make! he thought.

Her glancing blow on Degas' head took her out of the match, but that had half been Degas' fault, and Harreld was more than pleased. When she came back to his side she was breathing hard but looked exhilarated. He took her hand in his.

"You are every bit as much a shield maiden as our king's sister!" he cried.

01-18-2009, 08:34 AM	#410
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Rowenna “Are you well with this, Rowenna? You do not mind?” Saeryn was asking in that way she had, right to the heart of the matter, seeking the truth of things. This is what Rowenna liked so much in her. She smiled. "There is no one for whom I would rather be bride's maiden than you." And it was the truth. For there was no one else she knew for whom she would do this thing, at all. Still, her words had been heartfelt and she need do naught but what she was asked, for all eyes would be on Saeryn anyway, and that was as it should be, and she was glad of it. As Eodwine made ready to be part of the sword fights, Rowenna and Saeryn walked hand in hand to the fighting circle, surrounded by the Scarburg folk. Rowenna was content to bask in the glow of Saeryn's joy. Harreld To see Lord Eodwine's joy was for Harreld a clearing of his heart and thought more greatly than ever before. His smile was so wide it almost hurt; for many years he had not been apt to it, until he had chosen to be free with his heart toward Ginna - and that had been rewarded many times over. And so he gave thought that mayhap his own wedding would at last not be so far off. That in itself was a great new thought, for only a few moons ago he had resigned himself that it might never happen. She was applauding, delighted, then looked up at him with shining eyes and squeezed his hand once, meaningfully it seemed to him, and applauded some more. His eyes went wide and his smile felt as if it might crack his face. She was thinking the same thing! His heart was full and he let out a whoop of delight, which he was glad could be taken as his joy for their lord and lady. Then the sword fights began, and his Ginna was to be a contestant. This was almost beyond belief, for she seemed so small and delicate to him. Yet when she went up against Degas, it became clear to Harreld that she was well trained, though her size told against her. His heart swelled with pride. She had a good eye and a good hand for the sword, which spoke very well of her bloodline. What a brood of strapping warriors we could make! he thought. Her glancing blow on Degas' head took her out of the match, but that had half been Degas' fault, and Harreld was more than pleased. When she came back to his side she was breathing hard but looked exhilarated. He took her hand in his. "You are every bit as much a shield maiden as our king's sister!" he cried. Last edited by littlemanpoet; 01-19-2009 at 05:56 AM.