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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 3, 2014 4:35:51 GMT
Ciar was sitting in the garden upon a bench made just for that purpose. Well, the bench was there for sitting upon within the garden, though perhaps others took advantage of it for other reasons. Her brown eyes would stare at her surroundings, though she did not really see them. For the moment, she was alone with her thoughts. Though her thoughts were of a man far away. Or, at least, he was heading away from her. Even so, her eyes were perhaps a mixture of sadness and light. One could easily tell that she was not in the present moment, and that she was perhaps daydreaming of something, or someone, much more pleasant than the garden that now surrounded her. She was wearing the same clothes that she would practice in, simple men's clothing, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Though it was easy enough to tell she was a woman from any angle, as her curves were a sure indicator of such. Her sword was at her hip and a knife was in her hands. It was his knife, and the only thing she had of his to convince herself that she had not dreamed the entire exchange. Idly she would stroke her fingertips over the hilt and flip it between her fingers to the opposing side. She was not truly focused on flipping the knife, but she was getting comfortable with the weight of it and the way it felt between her fingers.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 5:09:03 GMT
He found himself walking through the palace garden; something that he hadn't done for many a year. Now that King Connall had granted his divorce request, he really had no idea what to do with himself. Not that he would have known what to do either way. Especially considering that he really wasn't the type to just lay down and die. And that whole dying thing probably would have happened had he tried to go back to what had been his home. Those two had made it perfectly clear that he was no longer welcome in his own home. Go fucking figure. He shook his head as he strolled through the garden, trying to force his mind off of everything that had happened. He was wearing his normal clothing with his sword strapped to his waist. Years of training as a knight, along with the recent happenings in his life, had taught him never to go anywhere without the damn thing. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair at the thought, and then he looked up. When he looked up his gaze landed on a young woman settled on the bench in the garden, and his eyes went wide. Ciar. He would know her anywhere. His heart clenched at the sight of his little sister and he approached cautiously as she seemed to be lost in thought. "Hello," he said in soft tones.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 3, 2014 5:30:39 GMT
Ciar's very pleasant daydream would be interrupted by a soft hello. She would blink, as though she was being transported back through time and space into the current moment with such a simple gesture. Her gaze would be drawn to the unfamiliar knight, for he dressed as a knight would, and her grip would tighten about the knife within her grasp. She would stop fiddling with the knife for now and she kept her hands within her lap. She did this as to not seem like a threat since she had the knife in her hand. Not that she really looked like much of a threat with being a full foot shorter than the knight before her. Liam had quite proven that she was not quite good at hand-to-hand combat yet at all. Luckily it had never gotten that far in the Knight Games in the melee. She would tilt her head slightly, a curiousity within her gaze. Yet another man she did not recognize. It seemed the castle was being flooded with them. Was it because of the war rumors she was hearing? She wished someone had the time to tell her what was truly going on. Would it mean that her training with the Northern Knight, Esras, was going to be postponed? Would Lorcan still appoint her as a Squire to someone if they were about to go to war?
"Hello," she returned in a friendly, yet guarded tone. There was something familiar about this knight. He looked like someone she knew, she just could not figure it out. "Are you lost?" she asked kindly, mainly because she had not seen him before.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 5:41:01 GMT
Brendan shifted as he realized that he was going to have to tell her who he was. Damn. He hadn't thought about that. He'd just wanted to talk to her. Though her question about him being lost made a smile tug at his lips. "No," he said, shaking his head. "It's just been a long time since I was last at the palace," he admitted with a shrug. How was he supposed to introduce himself? He shuffled his feet lightly against the ground and his head dropped for a moment so he could stare at his feet. Finally he took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at her. "Ciar," he started and winced slightly when he realized she'd probably think he was some sort of creep to know her name. "I'm Brendan," he added quickly. "I don't know if you've ever even heard of me, but I'm your oldest brother," he said as he lifted a hand and pushed it through his hair. Yeah, 'cause that was a fucking brilliant introduction. He shook his head and turned in a different direction, prepared to leave if she didn't want him around. He couldn't blame her if she reacted poorly to his presence now, actually.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 3, 2014 6:26:02 GMT
Ciar would eventually stand up, mostly because he was towering over her while she was sitting. Not that it made much of a difference when she stood up, really, but it helped a little bit. "Oh," she said softly when he admitted that it had been a long time since he was last here. That would make sense. She would watch him as he seemed undecided about something. She did not pressure him though and she would wait for him to say what else was on his mind. A wariness would enter her gaze when he said her name and she would narrow her eyes briefly. How did he know her name? After the briefest of pauses, the answer to her internal question was given. Her eyes would widen, and she would continue to stare at him, a bit in shock. It made sense now, why he looked familiar. He looked a lot like Lorcan.
Ciar would see him turning away from her and that would spur her into action. She would hide Liam's knife away upon her person, then she would run to Brendan, reaching a hand out to touch his back, arm, or shoulder. Whatever she could reach, really, with him turning away from her. "Wait!" she cried out. "Please do nae go. I know of ye, Brendan, though I do nae know ye." She paused briefly, "I would like to know ye."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 1:13:12 GMT
He paused when she called out to him and turned to face her. When she said that she would like to know him a small smile would curve his lips. "I don't really know you, either, Ciar. I haven't heard much about you, except what I garnered from the O'Braddaghs' letters and a little bit of information from servants," he admitted a bit sheepishly. "I tried to keep tabs on you and Lorcan. Actually. I tried to keep in touch with you, but the O'Braddaghs told me that it would be best if I wrote to them instead of the two of you directly," he explained. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced around the garden before he turned his attention back to her. "I got married several years ago; had three children," he choked up a bit at the mention of his wife and children. Damn that pain was still raw. "But things didn't end up working out. She wanted a divorce, so I came here to get one," he sighed. "The king granted it to me, and now here I am. I had no where else to go," he shrugged and shuffled his feet again. He didn't want to tell her what had gone wrong with his marriage; unless she asked, 'cause that was probably considered over sharing. Not to mention he was still having difficulty admitting to himself that his children weren't really his.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 4, 2014 2:11:58 GMT
Ciar would stare at the brother she did not know. It was weird to think that if her parents had been alive that she would have known him as well as Lorcan, and that she might not have known Connall as well as she did. It was almost as though Connall had taken Brendan's place in a way. "They wrote about me? About Lor and I? They never told me... Why? Why would they not want you to talk to us?" Her fists clenched angrily, though her emotions were ranging much farther than that. How could she be angry at the two people that were the only parents she had ever known? Especially when they were no longer living either. Anger warred with guilt, which warred with disbelief. "I thought... I thought you did nae care about us." Her fists unclenched and she sighed heavily. It was not worth getting upset over, they could start fresh. "Forget it, we will start over." She would hug him then, fiercely, if he did not try to stop her. She would listen to everything he said. "I have nieces and nephews?" Her tone raised excitedly at this. "Can I meet them too?" She would bite her lower lip. "I am sorry, Bren," she tested out a shortened version of his first name. Similiar to what she did with Lorcan's. She would listen to see if he complained about the 'nickname' she just gave him. "I am sure Lor will agree that you are welcome with us. I am very happy to meet you. Though the Gods know I have a hard enough time with two brothers, and now I will have three active brothers. Have you seen Lorcan? He gave me permission to train and to become a Squire." The last part she added on as an afterthought, because she suddenly worried what he might think on that situation, so she wanted it very clear that Lorcan had given permission already.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 2:24:20 GMT
He shook his head when she asked him those questions. "I don't know. We all do things without thinking about them," he said on a sigh. When she mentioned thinking that he didn't care about them he would frown and shake his head. "Of course I cared about the two of you," he said softly. Then she hugged him and he hugged her back, though it might have been a bit awkward. "Er," he said when she asked about nieces and nephews and he reached up to rub the back of his neck. "I don't think so. I'm not even able to see them anymore," he said on a sigh and cast his gaze towards the ground. He felt back denying her the ability to see his children, but he could guarantee if he wasn't allowed to see them anymore, that she wouldn't be allowed to see them either. Her comments about Lorcan made him twitch a bit. He highly doubted that their brother would be as accepting of him as she seemed to be. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, though, when he said something about Lorcan having given her permission to become a squire and he smiled. "Congratulations," he said with a light chuckle. As a knight himself he couldn't say anything against someone else becoming a squire or a knight.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 4, 2014 2:43:38 GMT
When Brendan said that he cared about Lorcan and herself, a smile would tease at her lips, as if trying to decide if it wanted to land there like a wayward butterfly. "Then, we should start over," she insisted again. She was not sure how Lorcan might feel, and honestly, he was probably going to be more upset than she was. After all, he probably remembered Brendan where she did not. She had been far too young, and she had had Connall and Lorcan to attach herself to. They were all she had left, so finding out she had more family was uplifting in a way. Indeed, the hug had been awkward, but Ciar did not care, he was her brother after all - they would both get used to it. She frowned, "Certainly she can not do that. I will talk to Connall if I have to, because we are family. That can nae be allowed. We have all been separated enough, don't you think?" She was a little confused. How could the woman possibly keep a man from his children? Or their extended family? Certaintly that was not possibly okay. She was convinced that Connall would know what to do, because he was a King and had to know all that kind of complicated stuff, didn't he? Especially since he granted the divorce? Truly, she had no idea how that worked either. It was a bit frustrating not knowing things, but at least she knew she had brothers that could find out the answers.
"Thanks," she would reply with a huge grin, also noting that he did not object to the nickname she had given him. "Though I suppose I am not sure if he is going to change his mind, because I have been hearing rumors that might cause him to do so." She bit her lower lip briefly, then let out a sigh. "I really do not want to be left behind again," this last part was said a bit crossly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 3:02:27 GMT
He shook his head when she mentioned his wife not being able to keep him from the children. A pained sigh escaped his lips and he closed his eyes briefly against the tears that welled up in his eyes. He cleared his throat before he answered. "She can. She can because they're not actually my children," he said with a shake of his head. "I didn't find out until recently, and it's part of the reason that the king granted me the divorce," he said, his head hanging low and showing that; in this at least, he felt defeated. Everything that he'd thought was true and good in his life had changed. Well; he hadn't thought that his wife was good for several years, despite the fact that he'd kind of pushed himself to stay with her over the last several years. That had been more for the children than anything, though. When she said something about Lorcan changing his mind because of the rumors he shook his head. "War happens," he said with a frown. "And if he agreed to let you become a knight before the rumors of war started, I don't see how or why he would go back on that now."
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 4, 2014 3:20:30 GMT
"Wait, what?" Ciar's eyes narrowed and her fists clenched, much in the same manner that Lorcan usually did. Well, the way he did when Ciar got herself into trouble of some kind. Then she saw the pain in Brendan's face and she was overcome with anger to the point that she actually shook with it. She had only just met him, but he was her brother.This woman, no she was not even worth being called a woman, this horrible sea slug of a creature hurt him in a way that was beyond measure. She reached for Liam's knife and let out an angry sound, and then she threw the knife at the nearest tree. Her aim was flawless, the knife imbedded itself within the middle of the tree's trunk, as though she were aiming for someone's heart or between their eyes. She stalked off to retrieve the knife, though she had a little difficulty in removing it. She would make sure it was clean while she quickly walked back to her brother. Staring at the knife, she would murmer, "Sorry about that. It is not every day you find out you are an Aunt, or were an Aunt, and just as quickly..." she trailed off and shrugged, indicating that it was gone and that her brother was hurt, without saying the words. She would stroke her fingers over the handle of the knife and then she would put it away before she was tempted to throw it again.
Ciar took a deep breath and exhaled it, and then finally glanced up to her brother. "Good. I was starting to worry that he might change his mind. I am glad you think he will not." She offers Brendan a lopsided grin. "So, a Northern Knight is supposed to visit and teach me. His name is Esras. I met him during the Knight Games," she said by way of distraction. She was still angry, but trying to not think about it. She did not really have any right, as she barely knew her brother. Even though it was no fault of her own. She felt robbed.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 18:53:49 GMT
He watched her reaction and flinched slightly when she slung the knife at the tree. When she said what she did about being an aunt and then not he cringed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," he muttered softly. Now he felt like a jackass for taking that away from her. In his defense, though, he felt like shit that it had been taken fro him. And he'd actually known the children. Had thought, for several years, that the children were his. A sigh drifted from his lips and he shuffled his feet again. But then she changed the subject and he didn't have to think on it too much. He frowned over the name that she gave and pondered for a moment before it hit him who the knight was. "Ah. The youngest knight in the north," he said with a slight smirk. "I've heard of his uncle; Aeden McCoy. The man's supposed to be a legend among the northern knights," he admitted with a slight laugh. "I believe Queen Moira recently appointed McCoy as her Commander," he said. He wasn't really sure why he said those things, though he supposed it was more making small talk than anything else.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 5, 2014 1:11:06 GMT
"No, no," she quickly said to reassure him. "I am more upset for you." Ciar sighed softly, and she briefly envisioned ripping the person in question's head off. Not that she could do it, mind you, but it was oddly satisfying to imagine. Apparently her family had some violent tendencies. "I wish there was something I could do," she finished rather lamely. What else could be said about it? It was probably one of the suckiest situations EVER. At this rate, she would have to settle for nieces and nephews out of Connall as her two brothers did not seem to be in any hurry. That she knew of, anyway.
Ciar did not linger overmuch on that topic as she could tell that it pained Bren. She would tilt her head slightly to watch him as he spoke further. "Then it is too bad that they are not both coming!" she would say with a laugh and her eyes suddenly sparkled. "I suppose though, that it would be as though that Commander had 'grandfathered' me in, as I assume he taught his own nephew?" she asked curiously. Now she wanted to meet the Commander too, because she was wanting to get all the training she could, so she could make Lorcan and Connall, and now Brendan, proud of her.
Ciar could not help but ask, "What do you know of Liam Sloane? The Southern Commander?" At the mention of his name she would search out the knife and brush a fingertip against its hidden handle. A smile would also tease at her lips, tugging at the corners until her mouth finally complied and a smile took bloom upon her lips.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2014 1:25:03 GMT
He'd nodded to her comment about being upset for him, but he chose not to continue that line of conversation. It was a bit too painful for him still. He wished there was something that he could do, too, but as it stood there really wasn't much of anything to be done about the situation. It was just a shitty one any way you looked at it. When the subject changed to Aeden McCoy he chuckled and gave a slight nod. "Aye, he taught his nephew from what I've heard," he said with a chuckle at her train of thought. Though the other things that he'd heard about the commander made him think that Lorcan wouldn't be all too happy if McCoy came to the east. Apparently the man would flirt with anyone that was a woman. When she changed the subject again; this time to the southern commander he canted his head to the side and eyed her carefully. Part of him wondered why she would be asking about the man, but it really wasn't any of his business, so he shrugged. "I hear that he wields an axe like no other, and that his skills in hand-to-hand combat far surpass those of the average man," he said with a laugh. "I've never met the man personally, but they say his family is larger than any other in the southern kingdom, and filled with warriors. I've also heard rumors that he's one of a set of identical triplets," he said with a shrug.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 5, 2014 1:59:47 GMT
Ciar was blissfully unaware of Aeden McCoy's flirtatious behavior. Though really, there would not be a man that Lorcan would tolerate around his little sister generally speaking. In which case, it was a very good thing that there were female Knights, or Lorcan probably would not have agreed to let Ciar become a Squire. Ciar beamed a grin at Bren, "Then I will have quite the lineage of teachers. I want to learn as many styles as possible."
Ciar would listen rather intently when Brendan spoke of the Southern Commander. She could attest to how effortlessly Liam had used his axe, and she was still planning on besting him with the knife. The thought amused her. At least she would have plenty of time to practice. Though at the mention of hand-to-hand combat, the faintest of blushes might just alight upon her cheeks. The rest of the information that Brendan imparted was news to her, and her eyes would widen. A large family full of warriors? It was no wonder then that her brothers did not scare him and that he liked her fighting spirit. It made her heart thrill to hear it, and then ache because he was gone. She would blink, "There are THREE of him?" She would shake her head slightly, though she was uncertain how she felt about it. Because truly, was she ever going to be able to see him again anyway? He had promised her that he would be careful, but what if something happened to him? Ciar sighed softly, a bit of melancholy setting in. The more reason she needed to train as fast as possible, especially if a war was coming, she needed to be ready! Though she had a strong feeling that Lorcan would object to her partaking in a war, she had no intentions of being left behind this time. She wanted to fight with her brothers, and Cori, and maybe even Liam. She blinked again, focusing her attention on Brendan. "I met him. He is as good with an axe as they say, probably better," she added the last part in with a grin. "He was here in the training arena."
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