 |
||
 |
|
|
|
| |||||
|
|
Going HomeShe stepped off the deck of the ship on to the worn planks of the dock. Hefting her bag over her shoulder, she pulled the fur lined cloak about her. The air was crisp as it always was this time of year, and she breathed in deeply. The smell of the sea had faded away and all that was left was the balmy tomes of the great lake, and the lingering smell of fish. She walked onwards, her rolling sea gate, slowing giving away to more sure steps and she adjusted to the land. She headed for one of the shore side taverns, the peeling sign proclaimed it the "Crab and Brew". She pushed open the door and stepped into the smoky room, the smell of stale ale and roasting meat somehow comforting. She had long ago given up any fastidiousness that might have been part of her upbringing. Life on boards was not for the faint of heart. Dropping her cloak over the chair of a side table, she pulled down her slim tunic and loosened the ties on her great blousing shirt. Her thick strawberry blond hair fell in one braid straight down her back. The wisps held at bay by a narrow cloth tied about her skull. She called to one of the tavern wenches, who deftly made their way over, avoiding the pinching fingers of the room's other occupants. "Ale and stew", Lanlae said, her husky voice designed not to draw attention to herself. The girl nodded and wiped her hands on the apron tied firmly over her kirtle. Lanlae noted with a bit of distaste the long wool skirts of the wench, and was not looking forward to giving up her silks and leathers. But Lanlae had to go home, she had no choice. Her father lay dying, and she must make her peace before he went. And peace was not going to be made with her flaunting her rogue ways. She supped quietly on the stew, it wasn't to bad, and the ale was actually fresh. On her second ale, she realized she had been noticed. A big man, a Skoll by his looks gave her a broad wink, which she ignored. Far from being put off by her dismissal, he nudged his companion and headed over. She rose to meet them, sliding the long dagger from her boot in preparation. Before they even spoke, her dagger was aimed deftly at a most sensitive spot. He stepped back quickly "Ho there girl! What's the meaning of this?". Lanlae, unimpressed by the man's apparent friendliness, spoke, her voice low and threatening. "Go sit right back down, and there will be no trouble". The other man scoffed and looked around, "And who's going to back you up little lady?" Lanlae reached up with one hand and pulled the open tunic and loose neck shirt to the left, bearing her shoulder. The mark of the McCormach Clan tattooed upon her clearly. The blue and gold falcon stood vibrant against her white skin. The men licked their lips, fear warring with the quickly rising lust. They heard the scrape of chairs behind them, and turning cautiously, they saw six Ceiki all wearing different plaids, coming to their feet. The two Skolls, opting for caution, made their way back to the table. The other Ceiki nodded to her respectfully. She groaned a bit to herself. Her brothers would get a good laugh out of this. She had spent the last five years trying to get out from under the shadow of her fathers reputation, and what's the first thing she does ... call out her fathers name over a little bit of trouble. She paid her tab and left the tavern, she had to find a clean bed and then a dress in the morning. Her ship had come in early, but she expected her brothers to arrive soon. Thinking to herself, "maybe I should see if any shops are open this late". She was in luck, a small shop was still staffed with seamstresses trying to finish a big order. They were more then happy for the diversion and she quickly made her purchase. She ignored the amused smiles of the girls, and headed back onto the streets. Not truly paying attention, she walked into a brick wall. With an "oopmh" she shook her head, and realized it wasn't a brick wall, but her brother Kale. Without thinking she started to blurt out "How did you find ..?", and then in a dead voice finished "Let me guess, Ian". Her brother nodded, a grin splitting his face. Ian was the family ghost, the family had a lot of ghosts of course, given its age and size, but Ian was THE ghost. And Lanlae despised the nosey scrap of ether matter. Her brothers swept her up into two bone crushing hugs, leaving her out of breath but laughing. She had missed them both dreadfully and happily let them drag her along back to the inn they were staying at. T'was a fancy place, the round stone and plaster done up nicely with a new thatch roof and brightly painted shutters. Kale looked at the package and said politely, but directly, "We'll give you time to freshen up". She didn't try to explain that she had already eaten, wouldn't have made no never mind to them anyway. They would still expect her to join them. Taking her room key, she headed up. Washing water and a hair brush did wonders for her travel strained appearance. Finally she pulled out the long plaid skirt, white linen chemise and snug bodice. She struggled into what had to be ten yards more cloth then she was use to wearing, and wondered how she had ever been able to do anything in all this. With a little sigh, she pulled the brush one last time through her long hair, leaving it down, as was the way of unmarried women. |
Table of ContentsHome Page
|
|
All the content copyrighted to Portals
Interactive Entertainment, Inc Comraich is closed, please visit us at Grimmwold Shard.
If you are interested in trying out online role-play in an adults only fairy tale setting, we encourage you to give us a try. We offer a wide range of races and classes and some of the best RP you will find online role play server anywhere. |
