Foaling Around (May 3010) - [Braeldia, Ceolmund]
Jan 17, 2018 9:25:10 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Jan 17, 2018 9:25:10 GMT -5
The spring air was fresh, and full of fragrance from the multitude of flowers that were blooming in window boxes and gardens, and the tendrils of wind carried with it the scent of freshly bloomed wild roses. It was not too many days past that Runa and her family had been upon the plain for the Beltane bonfires, and the air out there had been even fresher, and the grasses dotted with new buds heralding the coming of spring.
The roads were relatively full this morning; perhaps many had taken themselves from work to enjoy the daylight the same as Runa and Ceolmund had. Next week they would both be on the way to the Eastfold for a time; an orc raid had left one of the outlying towns devastated and in desperate need of healers after their own Healing Hall was burned and many lost. Runa’s mother and a few healers had been dispatched two weeks prior and travelled in the company of a full Eored to the scene. While the Eored rode on to find and end the orc band that had begun its storm through the Riddermark, Hildred had set to work within the town.
But letter had come that they had needed more help, and Runa was the only senior healer left that could go.
Paega knew, of course, that Ceolmund and Runa were going to be riding out for a time, though the cause of such an excursion both had decided not to share. They spoke instead of how she would have time with Grandpa Amalric and Uncle Bear, and the girl had remained of good cheer. This day, though, Ceolmund and Runa were giving themselves time with the girl before they left.
Ceolmund had mentioned that someone he trained knew that the royal stable by Meduseld had a few new foals, and while Runa was not overly keen on venturing to the royal corrals, the moment Paega had heard of such things, she had been giddy and alight with energy, pleading to go. So it was the family of three made their way toward the stables.
“Mama Wuna, you’we going to wove the babies!” Paega trilled excitedly, cerulean eyes glittering brightly up toward the woman with a smile upon her face that was so wide it crinkled her eyes in delight. Her blonde curls were bouncing with every excited step the girl took. “Foaws awe so cute! With theiw wobbly legs, and theiw—oh! Mama Wuna?”
Paega’s thoughts were possibly going too fast for even her words to keep up, and the girl looked up to her once more, focusing in this time with a thoughtful frown on the roundness of Runa’s middle. Runa laughed lightly at the girl’s wrinkled nose and curious expression, squeezing Ceolmund’s elbow where she had her fingers hooked about him. “Yes, sweetheart?” Runa asked.
“Why’s ouw baby not hewe? It’s foawing season,” Paega asked.
Runa smiled, brushing a hand over the young girl’s curls. “Because our baby isn’t a foal,” she hummed to her. “We have to wait for the harvest, remember?”
Pagea looked to Ceolmund, lips puckering slightly in a frown. “Is ouw baby a veggietubble, Papa Coleymond? Like a pumpykin?”
Runa laughed outright, for a moment brushing a hand against her side. “No, Paega, it will be a ba—”
“Wook!” Paega’s attention was already stolen, and the girl gasped and took off ahead, coming to the royal corral’s fence and pressing her face between the slats to see. She was giggling, pointing to the grazing horses, but in particular the small, uncoordinated foals beside them. “Awe these the foaws we get to see, Papa Coleymond?” She asked hopefully, though her eyes did not part from the gleaming coats and grazing heads.
Runa’s eyes, though, were caught by a familiar face. There was a young woman with long blonde hair and pleasant blue eyes standing not too far off by the fence. Much had happened since February where she had met the woman and made her acquaintance, but Braeldia’s face was immediately recognizable.
“Braeldia,” Runa greeted, almost surprised. “Good morning.” She had not, precisely, been expecting to see the woman in such a place as this. Though, perhaps she was delivering horses here as well. Unless—had the woman asked for Ceolmund as a trainer after all? Was this the one who had told her husband about the foals? Curiously, Runa slid her eyes to peer up to Ceolmund, wondering perhaps if such were the case.
The roads were relatively full this morning; perhaps many had taken themselves from work to enjoy the daylight the same as Runa and Ceolmund had. Next week they would both be on the way to the Eastfold for a time; an orc raid had left one of the outlying towns devastated and in desperate need of healers after their own Healing Hall was burned and many lost. Runa’s mother and a few healers had been dispatched two weeks prior and travelled in the company of a full Eored to the scene. While the Eored rode on to find and end the orc band that had begun its storm through the Riddermark, Hildred had set to work within the town.
But letter had come that they had needed more help, and Runa was the only senior healer left that could go.
Paega knew, of course, that Ceolmund and Runa were going to be riding out for a time, though the cause of such an excursion both had decided not to share. They spoke instead of how she would have time with Grandpa Amalric and Uncle Bear, and the girl had remained of good cheer. This day, though, Ceolmund and Runa were giving themselves time with the girl before they left.
Ceolmund had mentioned that someone he trained knew that the royal stable by Meduseld had a few new foals, and while Runa was not overly keen on venturing to the royal corrals, the moment Paega had heard of such things, she had been giddy and alight with energy, pleading to go. So it was the family of three made their way toward the stables.
“Mama Wuna, you’we going to wove the babies!” Paega trilled excitedly, cerulean eyes glittering brightly up toward the woman with a smile upon her face that was so wide it crinkled her eyes in delight. Her blonde curls were bouncing with every excited step the girl took. “Foaws awe so cute! With theiw wobbly legs, and theiw—oh! Mama Wuna?”
Paega’s thoughts were possibly going too fast for even her words to keep up, and the girl looked up to her once more, focusing in this time with a thoughtful frown on the roundness of Runa’s middle. Runa laughed lightly at the girl’s wrinkled nose and curious expression, squeezing Ceolmund’s elbow where she had her fingers hooked about him. “Yes, sweetheart?” Runa asked.
“Why’s ouw baby not hewe? It’s foawing season,” Paega asked.
Runa smiled, brushing a hand over the young girl’s curls. “Because our baby isn’t a foal,” she hummed to her. “We have to wait for the harvest, remember?”
Pagea looked to Ceolmund, lips puckering slightly in a frown. “Is ouw baby a veggietubble, Papa Coleymond? Like a pumpykin?”
Runa laughed outright, for a moment brushing a hand against her side. “No, Paega, it will be a ba—”
“Wook!” Paega’s attention was already stolen, and the girl gasped and took off ahead, coming to the royal corral’s fence and pressing her face between the slats to see. She was giggling, pointing to the grazing horses, but in particular the small, uncoordinated foals beside them. “Awe these the foaws we get to see, Papa Coleymond?” She asked hopefully, though her eyes did not part from the gleaming coats and grazing heads.
Runa’s eyes, though, were caught by a familiar face. There was a young woman with long blonde hair and pleasant blue eyes standing not too far off by the fence. Much had happened since February where she had met the woman and made her acquaintance, but Braeldia’s face was immediately recognizable.
“Braeldia,” Runa greeted, almost surprised. “Good morning.” She had not, precisely, been expecting to see the woman in such a place as this. Though, perhaps she was delivering horses here as well. Unless—had the woman asked for Ceolmund as a trainer after all? Was this the one who had told her husband about the foals? Curiously, Runa slid her eyes to peer up to Ceolmund, wondering perhaps if such were the case.