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Gwathagor · 02-01-2009, 12:24 AM

"That? That is Ginna. She works in the kitchens and is loved by the smith; that is all I know," replied Crabannan, with his eyes still on the fight. "She fights well, but Degas will beat her. He is too fast and wild."

"You seem very certain," said Randver, with a little indignation in his voice.

Crabannan glanced over at this man who had struck up a conversation with him. He did not want to talk, but he disliked being gainsayed even more. "You doubt me? Wait and watch, fellow. I know what I am talking about."

Randver felt a little annoyed, and somehow vaguely insulted. "Indeed? And you are...?"

Crabannan turned to face Randver and said nothing, but for a moment simply looked him up and down, taking him in, assessing his character and strengths and weaknesses. At first glance, the stranger looked like every other Rohir Crabannan had ever met: tall, yellow hair, blue eyes. It was always possible he had fought alongside the man during the War, but if he had, he could not immediately remember it. Crabannan sometimes wondered if the men he met here were in fact old war-companions of his from when he had fought in Rohan. He hoped not, and he hoped they would not remember him if they were. He frowned and furrowed his brow.

"I am a man who knows the sword, who has spent his whole life on the sword. I've fought for five kingdoms and survived countless battles. I've killed more men than I can count. I know the sword better than a man can know his own child and can tell the end of a fight before it's begun. Watch and wait, fellow. Any moment now, the kitchen-girl will make a mistake."

Crabannan turned away and said no more.

Lhunardawen · 02-04-2009, 08:28 AM

The man turned and paid no more attention to him, and it took some of Randvér's willpower to keep from arguing. But there was the risk of the argument turning into a noisy fight, and the last thing he wanted was to gain unwanted attention, so he stepped away from the man and focused on the match - at least his eyes did. He could see the fight going on before him, and even agreed eventually to the stranger's assessment of its outcome, but something else was foremost on his mind.

The stranger had mentioned a smith, that Ginna was loved by the smith. The words kept eating at him, and the deep-seated mistrust he had for his daughter was awakened. What did his daughter do this time? How come Eodwine had never mentioned this to him? He was relieved that no other name had come up when he expected more, but . . . there seemed to be an exclusivity in the relationship as the stranger had said it. A smith?

Then came a loud clang of sword on helmet, and the match was over. Ginna ran over to her opponent, who assured her he was fine, then she left the ring and made her way towards a big, burly man. Randvér's instinct told him this was the smith in question. His fear was confirmed when the man had taken her hand in his.

Randvér could not bear to see more, not at this time. He made his way to the back of the crowd where Ginna and the smith would be out of his sight. He would wait rather impatiently for the sword fight matches to be over; he needed a word with the eorl. And, perhaps, with this smith.

littlemanpoet · 02-04-2009, 10:58 AM

Eodwine shook Crabannan's hand.

"I am glad that you are one of us, Crabannan! I would not want to face you in war. But now I wish that we had added to the games using our spears while on horse, but the day wanes and I have a handfasting to accomplish!"

With that, Eodwine looked for Saeryn and Degas with the intention of speaking to them of what should be part of their rite. Before he found them he spotted a familiar face in the back of the crowd.

"Randvér! Is that you? Welcome, my friend! You could not have chosen to come on a better day!"

Rand did not appear to be in the best mood, but that did not trouble Eodwine, for his friend was often dour and prone to seeing the dark side of a matter. He was a fast friend and that overbore any flaws. He grabbed Rand by the hand.

"How do you fare?"

Lhunardawen · 02-07-2009, 01:46 PM

"I am well," replied Randvér as he shook Eodwine's hand firmly. "I apologise for not having come sooner; I had to attend to my own matters for a while."

He thought this was hardly the place or the time to delve into his dealings for the past months, and was thankful that Eodwine did not pursue the topic. Nevertheless he swiftly shifted Eodwine's focus away from him.

"But my friend, you look better than I have seen you in years! I can think of only one way you can explain this, and what you said earlier that I could not have come on a better day."

He looked knowingly at the eorl, who could then no longer stifle a grin.

littlemanpoet · 02-08-2009, 01:43 PM

"Indeed, this is a day of days for me," Eodwine replied happily. "Come, meet my bride to be. I am to be married today."

Eodwine led Rand to Saeryn and introduced his old friend to his wife to be. Speaking of her thus to his friend suddenly brought the strangeness of it home to Eodwine: this lass who was young enough to be his own daughter, was about to become his wife! He looked past her young face into her smiling eyes and saw in them the spirit that had sparked his interest in the very first week of their aquaintance though he had not allowed himself to see that as love at the time. He turned to Rand.

"Yes, I know I may be accused of robbing the cradle, but she is-" he tried to find the words that expressed the unity he felt between them and found phrase after another to be trite or lacking. "-she is as right as right for me."

He grabbed her hand and lifted it to his smiling lips, and held her eyes with his own.

Folwren · 02-08-2009, 04:02 PM

Saeryn laughed happily. She laughed at Eodwine’s comment of robbing the cradle, and she laughed at knowing that she was his chosen one. Her eyes danced with joy, inclined to dance even more the longer he gazed into them.

They were forgetting something in their joy. Without really wanting to, she broke the gaze and glanced around. She saw Randvér standing by. “Eodwine!” she said. “You are forgetting your guest!” She pulled her hand out of Eodwine’s and took his arm instead so that they could both face Randvér together, side by side.

"Will you stay and celebrate with us, sir?" she asked.

Groin Redbeard · 02-08-2009, 04:08 PM

He was afraid to speak, but the silence kept getting increasingly unbearable. Kara seemed to be lost in her thoughts. Whatever it was, Erbrand worried that she might not have heard him.

"Kara," He asked, sitting beside her and taking hold of one of her hands. "Are you alright? You don't seem to be yourself. If this is a bad time, or I have spoken out of place in my boldness, say the word and I will leave. I can always return later."

littlemanpoet · 02-09-2009, 10:49 AM

Upon Saeryn's query whether Rand would stay to celebrate, Eodwine insisted that he stay the night and maybe more. Rand replied that he intended to at least stay the night.

"But I wish to find my daughter," Randvér said.

"Stay with us and you will find her," Eodwine replied blithely, "for we seek Harreld about a sword, and where one finds Harreld, Ginna is sure to be near." Eodwine looked at Saeryn and so did not see Randvér's deepening frown . "You and I have a rite to plan, and with all haste! Let us find Harreld, and Degas and Rowenna and anyone else you think we need, and sit down together and plan it out, before the sun goes down!

"Come to think of it, I rather like the idea of hanging lanterns all around and having a twilight wedding, what think you, Saeryn?"

They began to walk arm in arm, Rand walking with the eorl opposite Saeryn.

02-04-2009, 08:28 AM	#2
Lhunardawen Hauntress of the Havens Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: IN it, but not OF it Posts: 2,538	Randvér The man turned and paid no more attention to him, and it took some of Randvér's willpower to keep from arguing. But there was the risk of the argument turning into a noisy fight, and the last thing he wanted was to gain unwanted attention, so he stepped away from the man and focused on the match - at least his eyes did. He could see the fight going on before him, and even agreed eventually to the stranger's assessment of its outcome, but something else was foremost on his mind. The stranger had mentioned a smith, that Ginna was loved by the smith. The words kept eating at him, and the deep-seated mistrust he had for his daughter was awakened. What did his daughter do this time? How come Eodwine had never mentioned this to him? He was relieved that no other name had come up when he expected more, but . . . there seemed to be an exclusivity in the relationship as the stranger had said it. A smith? Then came a loud clang of sword on helmet, and the match was over. Ginna ran over to her opponent, who assured her he was fine, then she left the ring and made her way towards a big, burly man. Randvér's instinct told him this was the smith in question. His fear was confirmed when the man had taken her hand in his. Randvér could not bear to see more, not at this time. He made his way to the back of the crowd where Ginna and the smith would be out of his sight. He would wait rather impatiently for the sword fight matches to be over; he needed a word with the eorl. And, perhaps, with this smith. Last edited by Lhunardawen; 02-04-2009 at 01:13 PM.

02-04-2009, 10:58 AM	#3
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Eodwine Eodwine shook Crabannan's hand. "I am glad that you are one of us, Crabannan! I would not want to face you in war. But now I wish that we had added to the games using our spears while on horse, but the day wanes and I have a handfasting to accomplish!" With that, Eodwine looked for Saeryn and Degas with the intention of speaking to them of what should be part of their rite. Before he found them he spotted a familiar face in the back of the crowd. "Randvér! Is that you? Welcome, my friend! You could not have chosen to come on a better day!" Rand did not appear to be in the best mood, but that did not trouble Eodwine, for his friend was often dour and prone to seeing the dark side of a matter. He was a fast friend and that overbore any flaws. He grabbed Rand by the hand. "How do you fare?"

02-07-2009, 01:46 PM	#4
Lhunardawen Hauntress of the Havens Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: IN it, but not OF it Posts: 2,538	Randvér "I am well," replied Randvér as he shook Eodwine's hand firmly. "I apologise for not having come sooner; I had to attend to my own matters for a while." He thought this was hardly the place or the time to delve into his dealings for the past months, and was thankful that Eodwine did not pursue the topic. Nevertheless he swiftly shifted Eodwine's focus away from him. "But my friend, you look better than I have seen you in years! I can think of only one way you can explain this, and what you said earlier that I could not have come on a better day." He looked knowingly at the eorl, who could then no longer stifle a grin.

02-08-2009, 04:02 PM	#6
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Saeryn laughed happily. She laughed at Eodwine’s comment of robbing the cradle, and she laughed at knowing that she was his chosen one. Her eyes danced with joy, inclined to dance even more the longer he gazed into them. They were forgetting something in their joy. Without really wanting to, she broke the gaze and glanced around. She saw Randvér standing by. “Eodwine!” she said. “You are forgetting your guest!” She pulled her hand out of Eodwine’s and took his arm instead so that they could both face Randvér together, side by side. "Will you stay and celebrate with us, sir?" she asked. Last edited by Folwren; 02-09-2009 at 08:54 AM.

02-09-2009, 10:49 AM	#8
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Upon Saeryn's query whether Rand would stay to celebrate, Eodwine insisted that he stay the night and maybe more. Rand replied that he intended to at least stay the night. "But I wish to find my daughter," Randvér said. "Stay with us and you will find her," Eodwine replied blithely, "for we seek Harreld about a sword, and where one finds Harreld, Ginna is sure to be near." Eodwine looked at Saeryn and so did not see Randvér's deepening frown . "You and I have a rite to plan, and with all haste! Let us find Harreld, and Degas and Rowenna and anyone else you think we need, and sit down together and plan it out, before the sun goes down! "Come to think of it, I rather like the idea of hanging lanterns all around and having a twilight wedding, what think you, Saeryn?" They began to walk arm in arm, Rand walking with the eorl opposite Saeryn. Last edited by littlemanpoet; 02-12-2009 at 05:27 AM.

02-01-2009, 12:24 AM	#1
Gwathagor Shade with a Blade Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: A Rainy Night In Soho Posts: 2,512	"That? That is Ginna. She works in the kitchens and is loved by the smith; that is all I know," replied Crabannan, with his eyes still on the fight. "She fights well, but Degas will beat her. He is too fast and wild." "You seem very certain," said Randver, with a little indignation in his voice. Crabannan glanced over at this man who had struck up a conversation with him. He did not want to talk, but he disliked being gainsayed even more. "You doubt me? Wait and watch, fellow. I know what I am talking about." Randver felt a little annoyed, and somehow vaguely insulted. "Indeed? And you are...?" Crabannan turned to face Randver and said nothing, but for a moment simply looked him up and down, taking him in, assessing his character and strengths and weaknesses. At first glance, the stranger looked like every other Rohir Crabannan had ever met: tall, yellow hair, blue eyes. It was always possible he had fought alongside the man during the War, but if he had, he could not immediately remember it. Crabannan sometimes wondered if the men he met here were in fact old war-companions of his from when he had fought in Rohan. He hoped not, and he hoped they would not remember him if they were. He frowned and furrowed his brow. "I am a man who knows the sword, who has spent his whole life on the sword. I've fought for five kingdoms and survived countless battles. I've killed more men than I can count. I know the sword better than a man can know his own child and can tell the end of a fight before it's begun. Watch and wait, fellow. Any moment now, the kitchen-girl will make a mistake." Crabannan turned away and said no more.

02-08-2009, 01:43 PM	#5
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	"Indeed, this is a day of days for me," Eodwine replied happily. "Come, meet my bride to be. I am to be married today." Eodwine led Rand to Saeryn and introduced his old friend to his wife to be. Speaking of her thus to his friend suddenly brought the strangeness of it home to Eodwine: this lass who was young enough to be his own daughter, was about to become his wife! He looked past her young face into her smiling eyes and saw in them the spirit that had sparked his interest in the very first week of their aquaintance though he had not allowed himself to see that as love at the time. He turned to Rand. "Yes, I know I may be accused of robbing the cradle, but she is-" he tried to find the words that expressed the unity he felt between them and found phrase after another to be trite or lacking. "-she is as right as right for me." He grabbed her hand and lifted it to his smiling lips, and held her eyes with his own.

02-08-2009, 04:08 PM	#7
Groin Redbeard Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Facing the world's troubles with Christ's hope! Posts: 1,635	He was afraid to speak, but the silence kept getting increasingly unbearable. Kara seemed to be lost in her thoughts. Whatever it was, Erbrand worried that she might not have heard him. "Kara," He asked, sitting beside her and taking hold of one of her hands. "Are you alright? You don't seem to be yourself. If this is a bad time, or I have spoken out of place in my boldness, say the word and I will leave. I can always return later."