Wind from the West (January 3010) [OPEN]
Oct 4, 2017 21:58:35 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Oct 4, 2017 21:58:35 GMT -5
A dim dawn was breaking through the window's of Ceolmund's home. The fire on the hearth was completely burned out, and the black charred logs were only smoking slightly in the morning air. A backdraft of cold wind wafted down the chimney, and the man felt it hit his face. His eyes shot open for a moment in confusion, and then in memory. The air in the room was cold, but he was quite warm where he was, with the exception of his pained leg uncovered in the air. The rest of him was covered by not only a blanket, but Runa, soft and solid, and sound asleep on his chest. He took a deep breath, recalling the night previous, and squeezed her a bit. “Runa...” he muttered. She needed to wake.
She had duties at the Hall, and he knew when she came she had not intended to stay all the night, but he remembered how she had seem so sad, and the snow drifting in, and all the restof the details that had passed. Like a sister... he laughed at himself, his chest heaving once. Not like a sister. This was not like a brother, he knew inwardly. “Runa...” he said again, letting his hands to caress the woman's back lightly to rouse her.
Elin made her way early in the morning to check on her son. She felt guilty for the way she had left him at the Hall the day previous, and worried that he had taken a turn for the worse after that girl had worked on him and spoken to him in such a harsh way. She greeted the dawn with a frown, as she rounded her way up the watchtower hill to Ceolmund's house, a pot of soup and basket of bread in hand. Least she could do to make it up to her son was feed him now, and make sure his laundry was taken and washed and mended.
She raised her eyes as she came about the corner, making the first prints through an inch of newfallen snow, and her gaze caught a motion through the window. Ceolmund had fallen asleep on the couch. There was a tiny line of smoke ascending through the chimney. It was apparent he had at least lit a fire, though it was now burned out. He must have been feeling better when he arrived home, and she smiled to herself. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of something else. A second person upon the couch. Her eyes widened at the sight of the woman. Who was this?! Her feet were tacked to the ground and she stood, looking in.
She had duties at the Hall, and he knew when she came she had not intended to stay all the night, but he remembered how she had seem so sad, and the snow drifting in, and all the restof the details that had passed. Like a sister... he laughed at himself, his chest heaving once. Not like a sister. This was not like a brother, he knew inwardly. “Runa...” he said again, letting his hands to caress the woman's back lightly to rouse her.
Elin made her way early in the morning to check on her son. She felt guilty for the way she had left him at the Hall the day previous, and worried that he had taken a turn for the worse after that girl had worked on him and spoken to him in such a harsh way. She greeted the dawn with a frown, as she rounded her way up the watchtower hill to Ceolmund's house, a pot of soup and basket of bread in hand. Least she could do to make it up to her son was feed him now, and make sure his laundry was taken and washed and mended.
She raised her eyes as she came about the corner, making the first prints through an inch of newfallen snow, and her gaze caught a motion through the window. Ceolmund had fallen asleep on the couch. There was a tiny line of smoke ascending through the chimney. It was apparent he had at least lit a fire, though it was now burned out. He must have been feeling better when he arrived home, and she smiled to herself. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of something else. A second person upon the couch. Her eyes widened at the sight of the woman. Who was this?! Her feet were tacked to the ground and she stood, looking in.