Littew Temper Tait-rum [February 3010] (Runa)
Oct 29, 2017 8:46:00 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Oct 29, 2017 8:46:00 GMT -5
“Wuna, awe you sad? Coleymond, you shouldn’t weave tomowwow! Ouw Wuna is sad and sicked.”
“Oh, sweetheart, Ceolmund has to go. He is needed out there. I shall be all right.”
The words made Ceolmund sad himself, though he did his best not to show it as he made the two of them ready upon the saddle.
Certainly her worry would let up once he had been out a few days. She would get herself back into her old rhythm... the one she had for all those years before their marriage. And they would be all the more glad to see each other again upon his return. Should he return. Ceolmund had never been one to plan too far ahead, for he knew not what each ride out would the Eored would bring.
Yet the thought set his heart to ache again. What if he did not return? And he left her here alone? Truly, she was the only woman he ever had taken interest in; and some of that was to do with the fact that she was not defenseless. He would not need to fear anything happening to her physically; she would defend herself, and she always had. She could take care of herself with no help needed from him. If something had happened and he did not return, he knew she would be just fine to manage her own blankets and firewood, to thatch her own roof, and to make her own wages. It was the only way he could let himself go, and leave her here, and he had known all this before he had even married her. He had told all this to Hildred and Amalric when they had made the agreement, for there were risks involved when marrying one of the Eored. Many of the men in his company had wives at home and similar worries, yet others chose not to take them for that same reason.
Yet there was something else he had not expected, and it had only grown week by week within him, now much stronger than the first night he had taken her home. The emotional connection he had with her was fierce, and he knew it was the same with Runa. When she was happy, he was happy. When she was sad, he felt it deeply, and when her anger rose, so did Ceolmund's. He could feel the anxiety hanging over her now, and it caused him his own. It seemed that now their souls were connected; and what would happen then if he should die and not come back to her? How would it leave her?
Tait began to step, slowly, hoofbeat by hoofbeat around the corral. Paega had a hold on the reins with no fear or frustration. It was apparent to Ceolmund that the child had already ridden may times; for he did not need to remind her to sit up, or to hold with her knees. She even used the reins to steer; though Tait knew what they were doing and would have made easy circles about the corral without the instruction.
The horse's ears were alert and happy as they walked, and Ceol could feel her the tremble of energy through her flank; as she wished to run. He kept his boots light upon her side. “Not now girl, you can gallop soon when Runa has a chance.”
“I have to feel bettew fiwst, Tait. Til my scaw is all healed up,” Paega added. One little fist still gripped the tiny wooden horse as they made their way in circles. Ceolmund gave Tait a light press of the knee and the horse responded immediately, turning and working her way the other direction for a time, and Paega laughed as they went about; glad and happy, finally getting her wish to ride. She waved to Runa as they would pass her each time on the side of the corral, and Ceolmund glanced down upon her as well; sometimes in thought, and sometimes smiling, for he pressed his thoughts back within his mind and refused to let them show upon his face. He would not add to her worry.
As the minutes moved on, the little child nestled between his legs; he decided that he should not press her too far. She was having fun; but Oda would also be furiously chiding him did he return the little one in a state of being too tired, or too cold, or anything other than what he had left her with. They circled back around and stopped at the wooden railing in front of the bench where Runa was seated. Tait stomped her front hooves on the ground and blew out through her nose.
“You're up next, dearheart,” he smiled, swinging his leg across behind him to dismount, and scooping little Paega back up in his arms from the saddle.
“Oh, sweetheart, Ceolmund has to go. He is needed out there. I shall be all right.”
The words made Ceolmund sad himself, though he did his best not to show it as he made the two of them ready upon the saddle.
Certainly her worry would let up once he had been out a few days. She would get herself back into her old rhythm... the one she had for all those years before their marriage. And they would be all the more glad to see each other again upon his return. Should he return. Ceolmund had never been one to plan too far ahead, for he knew not what each ride out would the Eored would bring.
Yet the thought set his heart to ache again. What if he did not return? And he left her here alone? Truly, she was the only woman he ever had taken interest in; and some of that was to do with the fact that she was not defenseless. He would not need to fear anything happening to her physically; she would defend herself, and she always had. She could take care of herself with no help needed from him. If something had happened and he did not return, he knew she would be just fine to manage her own blankets and firewood, to thatch her own roof, and to make her own wages. It was the only way he could let himself go, and leave her here, and he had known all this before he had even married her. He had told all this to Hildred and Amalric when they had made the agreement, for there were risks involved when marrying one of the Eored. Many of the men in his company had wives at home and similar worries, yet others chose not to take them for that same reason.
Yet there was something else he had not expected, and it had only grown week by week within him, now much stronger than the first night he had taken her home. The emotional connection he had with her was fierce, and he knew it was the same with Runa. When she was happy, he was happy. When she was sad, he felt it deeply, and when her anger rose, so did Ceolmund's. He could feel the anxiety hanging over her now, and it caused him his own. It seemed that now their souls were connected; and what would happen then if he should die and not come back to her? How would it leave her?
Tait began to step, slowly, hoofbeat by hoofbeat around the corral. Paega had a hold on the reins with no fear or frustration. It was apparent to Ceolmund that the child had already ridden may times; for he did not need to remind her to sit up, or to hold with her knees. She even used the reins to steer; though Tait knew what they were doing and would have made easy circles about the corral without the instruction.
The horse's ears were alert and happy as they walked, and Ceol could feel her the tremble of energy through her flank; as she wished to run. He kept his boots light upon her side. “Not now girl, you can gallop soon when Runa has a chance.”
“I have to feel bettew fiwst, Tait. Til my scaw is all healed up,” Paega added. One little fist still gripped the tiny wooden horse as they made their way in circles. Ceolmund gave Tait a light press of the knee and the horse responded immediately, turning and working her way the other direction for a time, and Paega laughed as they went about; glad and happy, finally getting her wish to ride. She waved to Runa as they would pass her each time on the side of the corral, and Ceolmund glanced down upon her as well; sometimes in thought, and sometimes smiling, for he pressed his thoughts back within his mind and refused to let them show upon his face. He would not add to her worry.
As the minutes moved on, the little child nestled between his legs; he decided that he should not press her too far. She was having fun; but Oda would also be furiously chiding him did he return the little one in a state of being too tired, or too cold, or anything other than what he had left her with. They circled back around and stopped at the wooden railing in front of the bench where Runa was seated. Tait stomped her front hooves on the ground and blew out through her nose.
“You're up next, dearheart,” he smiled, swinging his leg across behind him to dismount, and scooping little Paega back up in his arms from the saddle.