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Ainran
Aug 11, 2014 5:28:51 GMT
Post by Ailis Laighleis on Aug 11, 2014 5:28:51 GMT
Ailis had come back from her time in the Southern Summer Castle. She had attended the masquerade and come to think of it, had the most fun when the Welsh King and Queen entered. Well, the King was highly amusing but the way the pregnant Queen moved in was elegant and beautiful. She was so tiny too! The sort of child they would birth would be very handsome or beautiful, and strong. Now she was back and her father coached her on talking to her brother it seemed. But in the end, he was pleased she got to dance with some Southern men he would consider worthy of his heir. But nonetheless, none of the men struck Ailis' fancy.
Ainran was small, but it had a few houses aside from the main home, in which her father ran. Or, so he says he ran--She made her way to through it and towards the pub. She had to gain the taxes there for her father. Though not the best person or man; Carrick didn't ask for much tax from his people. Possibly because he was better off, if his pockets did ever empty though Ailis wouldn't bat an eye to the thought that he'd never raise the tax. She had heard some men where stopping through the homestead on their way back to Wales, so she considered sneaking a glance at them to see if they were anything like their King she had seen slam both doors open of the ballroom. She was pleasantly surprised when quite a few of the men did end up being pleasing to the eye. She debated going over and saying her hellos but she just waltzed up to the tavern owner and held a small conversation with him.
She wore a beautiful cream coloured dress that made her black hair and powerful eyes stick out. Her hair danced down her back, surely she caught the eyes of many of their guests.
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Aug 11, 2014 5:45:56 GMT
Post by Jako Bergsvärd on Aug 11, 2014 5:45:56 GMT
Jako had spent his time celebrating the Masquerade in quite another way, though he had been in the area, just not at the Ball or the Knight Games following. He didn't much see the point in posturing around when you could be fighting a real battle, or enjoying the warmth of a woman.
Jako is the quiet sort, for the most part, and most of the men he led for Air knew that about him and could unstand his nonverbal cues. The group of them had stopped to rest before meeting up with the others and going back to Wales. In truth, Jako had heard that the murderer he was looking for was somewhere nearby and he only had a short time to try and find him before he had to return home. Most of the men were not aware of that private crusade, though Air knew all about it.
Jako wore hardly anything at all, though his claymore was strapped to his back, his chest was mostly bare. He did have boots on his feet, as well as enough clothing to be allowed in the pub. Not that most people would refuse any of the Welsh with such a Mammoth of a man with them. (As Llew called him, anyway.)
His dark eyes were distracted from his drink as he saw the tiniest of women enter and walk through. He could not keep his eyes off of her, she was like an angel. He licked his lips and grunted softly. She also looked very proper in her dress, and she was one that needed to be protected.
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Ainran
Aug 11, 2014 6:06:52 GMT
Post by Ailis Laighleis on Aug 11, 2014 6:06:52 GMT
She could feel his eyes on her, well she assumed his. She couldn't kick the feeling of being watched. So when she got the tax she needed, she held the pouch to her chest and looked around until she spotted him. She actually gasped. She was astonished by how little he got away with, but in all honesty she couldn't think of any way that he'd be able to cover up the expansive chest and stomach he owned. She looked away from the welsh though when a smash came from the other side of her, Ailis flinched and then noticed a waitress had dropped something. As the waitress moved to pick up the glass she sliced her hand clean open. Giving a squeal, the waitress went to grasp her had but Ailis was already on her.
Ailis grabbed the woman's hand and held it firmly. Kneeling down beside her and ripping her dress she barked out orders to the barkeep. "Get me some water. I must get this wound clean." She noticed how the wound literally breathed and she bit her lip. She didn't like to impose anything on foreigners. "I require a medic's kit. Would a Welsh man help the Irish and hand over a little thread and a needle?" She spoke quickly even though the speech held a good amount of wording. Her accent was brilliant.
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Aug 11, 2014 6:19:18 GMT
Post by Jako Bergsvärd on Aug 11, 2014 6:19:18 GMT
Jako would watch the events unfold, rather stoically. However, the dark haired angel requested assistance, and he was more than happy to oblige her. He got to his feet and barked a few orders to his men. Within moments, a medic kit was handed to him, and he nodded. His nod informed the men he was pleased with how quickly they had responded to his request and that they were free to relax. He approached the tiny woman and cleared his throat. How was it that approaching this beautiful woman got him all twisted up inside? He had been with numerous women before, and none of them had effected him in this way. He didn't know quite what to make of it, especially as he could not just snatch her up and carry her away, which for some reason is what he wanted to do.
He finally spoke, "M'lady," and he would hold out the medic kit to her, "I am at yer service," he would say in a deep voice. The other Welsh would possibly stop what they were doing for a short time, causing a stunned silence. Jako was known to speak very little, and to strangers hardly at all. Jako would glance to the waitress and then back to the tiny woman. Now was not the time to ask questions. The tiny woman had a wound to see to.
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