Family Affairs [Open to All] [Early May 3010]
Oct 24, 2018 10:40:34 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Oct 24, 2018 10:40:34 GMT -5
Family Affairs
At the Tavern, about a week after the wedding of Eofor and Eothain
The wedding had been some days past; though Ceolmund had attended, he had been somewhat distracted and had not actually found a space to enter into conversation with his cousin and his new spouse. The past month in the Captain’s life had been somewhat odd, and harried, given the circumstances; it was difficult for the man to offer congratulations at a time when he seemed to step outside all he had once known as family. April had been a difficult month for the family of Ceolmund. His Mother had always been what most in the city had deemed mentally ill, and he too had come to accept that. It was the only way he could accept what had happened. Elin was dead. Ceolmund’s Father had disappeared shortly thereafter and had not been seen for a month. It left the man rattled; though as was in his nature, Ceolmund pressed those thoughts back; setting them safely away in the compartments of his mind which were usually left for the containment of the more traumatizing excursions with the Eored; and apparently the more traumatizing instances of his childhood. It was all there was to it. His young family could not see him stumble, and mourn, and grieve for things that he had lost and things that he had never had to begin with.
Better now to focus on the present; on what he did have, and on the newest additions to his family. His wife. His daughter. And their unborn son. His sister and his brother-in-law. His cousins; though he had few of them, and they were younger than he. Perhaps he should spend more time with them. They were family after all and as he had lost a mother; they too had lost an aunt. Family was family; no matter the shape it came in. He had still been rattled upon the night of the wedding; the mead had been a comfort; yet the camping trip he had taken with his family in the following days had been what he needed to settle. Now he was back in Edoras, and finding himself back in a space to consort with the rest of his family.
It had been his uncle Eadward who had invited the whole of the family remaining to the tavern; in honor of his son Eofor. Eadward had been the eldest brother of Elin, his wife Leofwyn at his side, and so came the twin brothers of Eadward; Famon and Elgard. The twins were paying less attention to the family, more interested in their chances with one of the tavern whores; though still present. Their daughters had chosen not to attend the event; the youngest simply could not find the moment to leave her infant, and the eldest, Wynfled, preferred not to be seen with family; though Bjarr, her husband, was sitting back with a mug of mead. Cenric and Sunnifa were already situated at the table; Cenric rationing his wife’s drink. Eofor’s brothers, Garulf and Eogar, were there as well when the Captain walked in. It was with thankfulness that the neighbor had watched their daughter this night, though Runa was at his side, and others had been told of the celebration; less formal than that which had taken place in Meduseld. This was not a night to speak upon Elin, though it was certainly in the back of the family’s mind. Yet this was a regrouping, and a celebration.
“Ceolmund!’ Eadward proclaimed as the tall Captain dressed in in a simple green tunic stepped heavily into the room. “Runa, you look well,” Leofwyn added.
“Uncle Eadward, Aunt Leofwyn,” Ceolmund answered, giving his wife a squeeze at the side, before his eyes turned to new spouses. He knew them better as young men who had been upstanding in their service to the country. Young men who had just a month prior assisted in one of the more dangerous raids upon the Dunlending forces that he had ever taken upon. There was plenty to be proud of his family for. “Eofor, Eothain,” Ceolmund stated in his short way with a nod toward the two young men. His cousin, and his new cousin, as it was.