Many Happy Returns (May 2997) - [Ceolmund]
Mar 9, 2018 18:48:26 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Mar 9, 2018 18:48:26 GMT -5
Runa came to him, taking up his hand, and Ceolmund's tension eased. Her hand was warm, and he could tell it wanted to be there. Friends they were. Best friends.
“It’s just for a little, until you can get your nest.”
“My nest,” he muttered. Our nest, he thought.
He restrained himself from doing more than lightly squeezing her hand as she spoke affirmation that she would not leave for the sake of Elin. No, she never rightly had. Though he always felt the need to say it. Nobody should need bear Elin's anger and rages but him. He was her son, and that was his own responsibility.
Beorthric summoned Runa to the door, and Ceolmund looked down, watching her hand slide away before turning back to the cart and opening the hatch. He gave Runa an anxious look as she pushed open the door and saw the stream of light fall through, right upon Elin's slouched form.
Ceolmund climbed into the cart quietly, then lay a finger over his lips as a note to Runa. The last thing he wished was for Elin to wake while she was standing within by herself. There would be calls of breaking and entering… robbery… guards would be called. His Mother was predicatable in that.
He had never seen he raise a hand to someone; though he was certain if she were to do such a thing, it would be Runa, or perhaps Hildred to take the blow. Not that his Runa could not defend herself. He stood looking on her for quite a time before he remembered what he was actually supposed to be doing, and with a heavy heave pushed the trunk to the back of the cart.
“Full of weapons and armor,” he shrugged. He had collected a few more pieces in Aldburg, though, only what he had needed for work. Ceolmund was truthful in the fact that he had saved every coin he could.
He hopped down and moved for the end, grunting as he lifted it. It was heavy even for him, and he hoped Beorhtric could bear the weight of it. Brandr had helped him to lift it in.
Ceolmund led the way, walking backwards toward the house, brushing past Runa as he entered the door. “My bedroom,” he whispered.
Though after a moment, realizing he had not yet told her where to find such a room, he nodded with his head to the closed door at the back of the house. “The back one.”
He noted the bowstring gone from the doorway, though could only imagine if his Father had mended the window or not. The room was small. The bed was small. Ceorl had not added new glass panes, simply boarded the window up in the unused room, and there were no longer blankets nor pillow upon the bed, but it mattered not for he had in his trunks what Hildred had packed him in the autumn.
It was dark. Ceolmund led the way to settle trunk quietly at the foot of the bed. He reached under the mattress of his bed and found a fresh candle, right where he kept them, pressing it off into Runa's hands with the holder, and motioning toward the dying coals on the hearth in the main room, while he ushered Beorhtric back out to the cart, hefting up the last trunk himself and leaving the lighter packs and bedroll for his friend to bundle up.
“I can unpack later,” he whispered, shifting around to shut the bedroom door behind them. “I just need one thing from the trunk.” He motioned for Runa to draw near with the candle.
“It’s just for a little, until you can get your nest.”
“My nest,” he muttered. Our nest, he thought.
He restrained himself from doing more than lightly squeezing her hand as she spoke affirmation that she would not leave for the sake of Elin. No, she never rightly had. Though he always felt the need to say it. Nobody should need bear Elin's anger and rages but him. He was her son, and that was his own responsibility.
Beorthric summoned Runa to the door, and Ceolmund looked down, watching her hand slide away before turning back to the cart and opening the hatch. He gave Runa an anxious look as she pushed open the door and saw the stream of light fall through, right upon Elin's slouched form.
Ceolmund climbed into the cart quietly, then lay a finger over his lips as a note to Runa. The last thing he wished was for Elin to wake while she was standing within by herself. There would be calls of breaking and entering… robbery… guards would be called. His Mother was predicatable in that.
He had never seen he raise a hand to someone; though he was certain if she were to do such a thing, it would be Runa, or perhaps Hildred to take the blow. Not that his Runa could not defend herself. He stood looking on her for quite a time before he remembered what he was actually supposed to be doing, and with a heavy heave pushed the trunk to the back of the cart.
“Full of weapons and armor,” he shrugged. He had collected a few more pieces in Aldburg, though, only what he had needed for work. Ceolmund was truthful in the fact that he had saved every coin he could.
He hopped down and moved for the end, grunting as he lifted it. It was heavy even for him, and he hoped Beorhtric could bear the weight of it. Brandr had helped him to lift it in.
Ceolmund led the way, walking backwards toward the house, brushing past Runa as he entered the door. “My bedroom,” he whispered.
Though after a moment, realizing he had not yet told her where to find such a room, he nodded with his head to the closed door at the back of the house. “The back one.”
He noted the bowstring gone from the doorway, though could only imagine if his Father had mended the window or not. The room was small. The bed was small. Ceorl had not added new glass panes, simply boarded the window up in the unused room, and there were no longer blankets nor pillow upon the bed, but it mattered not for he had in his trunks what Hildred had packed him in the autumn.
It was dark. Ceolmund led the way to settle trunk quietly at the foot of the bed. He reached under the mattress of his bed and found a fresh candle, right where he kept them, pressing it off into Runa's hands with the holder, and motioning toward the dying coals on the hearth in the main room, while he ushered Beorhtric back out to the cart, hefting up the last trunk himself and leaving the lighter packs and bedroll for his friend to bundle up.
“I can unpack later,” he whispered, shifting around to shut the bedroom door behind them. “I just need one thing from the trunk.” He motioned for Runa to draw near with the candle.