Post by Moira on Nov 8, 2013 18:29:02 GMT -5
Moira returned to the Pig N’ Whistle after receiving the gift from Father McAnders. Her appearance was quite different than the night before when she’d entered, mud caked and travel worn, with the blacksmith in search of her daughters. Her dark gray woolen coat was now brushed clean and a long bath had done wonders for the rest of her. Or so it seemed to the other’s who had never before seen her without a mud smeared face and twigs in her hair. The straight raven black hair was now pulled back in a short tail to reveal her piercing blue eyes as she entered the pub and scanned the crowded room.
She saw Gustav, Gavin, and Lantis around the table they had now claimed as their own. She included herself as one of the owner’s and strode forward to set the polished dark wood box on top of it.
“Father McAnders sends us the blessings of Belenos,” she said without preamble as she revealed the contents of the box. “Healing and holy water fer our return ta Eliador.” She sat at the last of the empty chairs and pushed the small box toward Gavin for examination.
“I also spoke ta Quinn and Torrance about what’s left behind that we might use. Quinn dinnae think he had much but did say there be a finished suit a’ chain that might fit me.” She reached out to take some bread from the basket on the table as she spoke. Her eldest daughter of nine, Aileas, scuttled up with a steaming bowl of something smelling wonderful and kissed her mother on the cheek. The girl squealed and spun away as Moira tried to pull her into her lap. With a laugh, she disappeared among the patrons to resume her tasks about the pub.
From their conversation the night before with Fenella asleep in her arms, Aileas told her of their flight from Eliador with the others to Cumbrae. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten to the pub, only that Fenella was there. It seemed to Moira that the jobs Annys had assigned them forced them to keep moving forward rather than turning in on their grief at having lost everyone and everything they had loved. She was grateful to the woman and they had spoken long into the night after the two girls had fallen asleep.
“Torrance said,” she said bringing herself back to the topic at hand, “that there be plenty a’ provisions at his pub as well as some gear in the barn. He was nae too sure a’ the condition, though.. We can check them before heading to Kethmere. The chain, at least, be worth stopping fer.
“I’m ready ta go in the mornin’ if ye are,” she concluded, looking around the table at the others.
She saw Gustav, Gavin, and Lantis around the table they had now claimed as their own. She included herself as one of the owner’s and strode forward to set the polished dark wood box on top of it.
“Father McAnders sends us the blessings of Belenos,” she said without preamble as she revealed the contents of the box. “Healing and holy water fer our return ta Eliador.” She sat at the last of the empty chairs and pushed the small box toward Gavin for examination.
“I also spoke ta Quinn and Torrance about what’s left behind that we might use. Quinn dinnae think he had much but did say there be a finished suit a’ chain that might fit me.” She reached out to take some bread from the basket on the table as she spoke. Her eldest daughter of nine, Aileas, scuttled up with a steaming bowl of something smelling wonderful and kissed her mother on the cheek. The girl squealed and spun away as Moira tried to pull her into her lap. With a laugh, she disappeared among the patrons to resume her tasks about the pub.
From their conversation the night before with Fenella asleep in her arms, Aileas told her of their flight from Eliador with the others to Cumbrae. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten to the pub, only that Fenella was there. It seemed to Moira that the jobs Annys had assigned them forced them to keep moving forward rather than turning in on their grief at having lost everyone and everything they had loved. She was grateful to the woman and they had spoken long into the night after the two girls had fallen asleep.
“Torrance said,” she said bringing herself back to the topic at hand, “that there be plenty a’ provisions at his pub as well as some gear in the barn. He was nae too sure a’ the condition, though.. We can check them before heading to Kethmere. The chain, at least, be worth stopping fer.
“I’m ready ta go in the mornin’ if ye are,” she concluded, looking around the table at the others.