Goat Ewe (January 3010) - [Ceolmund]
Oct 9, 2017 11:08:50 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Oct 9, 2017 11:08:50 GMT -5
Hildred smiled thankfully at Ceolmund and nodded, face once more returned to a bright shine like sunlight, and she turned back to speaking with Oda, Adelais and some others she seemed familiar with.
Runa, though, was not yet smiling. She caught sight of Ceolmund across the way again. “Eorl’s flaming knickers, how’d you get over there?” She grumbled to none but herself. Before she could take a single step to try and fight her way through the throng of people, though, an elderly woman with wild hair caught her.
“Oh, little Runa, I would not have thought it, of you! With all those swords. I've been telling your father for years to throw those things out. You'd never catch a husband. You've got the look, but let's just hope he doesn't change his mind. Don't let him find out about that battle axe.”
Runa tried to smile at the woman, for indeed she had known Cynburga since she could recall toddling about her father’s store. Her meddling had always been meant with love, but there had been precious little other than Runa’s physical appearance that the woman approved of. “I am unsure how I caught him myself,” she admitted, but her shoulders tightened. “Excuse me,” she murmured and tried to skirt around her, but collided with a rather tall man with the face of a surprised elk.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” he said.
“No need, I…hope you’re enjoying things,” she attempted.
“Miss you are a right lovely bride, but forgive me. I don’t know you from the back of a horse—I just saw all the food—”
Runa actually snorted a laugh. “That’s actually a relief. Please, eat. Excuse me.”
As she skirted around him, two men were sniggering between themselves, cheeks rosy with the mead they had consumed. “Back end of a horse. That must be a right nice back end,” one of them remarked.
“Maybe looks something like hers,” the other suggested.
“Excuse me?” Runa demanded, turning to glare. They merely laughed some more.
--
“Ceolmund,” a young voice said. He was tall, though not nearly as much so a Ceolmund, with reddish hair and green eyes. Athelstan had served with the man and Beorhtric a number of years, so he approached with no hesitation. “I heard you were taking a wife—” he paused. “I must say I thought you would prefer a…different wife. Perhaps you don’t know she is sterner than most of the men in Edoras. My condolences if this is news to you—her face can fool you.”
Runa, though, was not yet smiling. She caught sight of Ceolmund across the way again. “Eorl’s flaming knickers, how’d you get over there?” She grumbled to none but herself. Before she could take a single step to try and fight her way through the throng of people, though, an elderly woman with wild hair caught her.
“Oh, little Runa, I would not have thought it, of you! With all those swords. I've been telling your father for years to throw those things out. You'd never catch a husband. You've got the look, but let's just hope he doesn't change his mind. Don't let him find out about that battle axe.”
Runa tried to smile at the woman, for indeed she had known Cynburga since she could recall toddling about her father’s store. Her meddling had always been meant with love, but there had been precious little other than Runa’s physical appearance that the woman approved of. “I am unsure how I caught him myself,” she admitted, but her shoulders tightened. “Excuse me,” she murmured and tried to skirt around her, but collided with a rather tall man with the face of a surprised elk.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” he said.
“No need, I…hope you’re enjoying things,” she attempted.
“Miss you are a right lovely bride, but forgive me. I don’t know you from the back of a horse—I just saw all the food—”
Runa actually snorted a laugh. “That’s actually a relief. Please, eat. Excuse me.”
As she skirted around him, two men were sniggering between themselves, cheeks rosy with the mead they had consumed. “Back end of a horse. That must be a right nice back end,” one of them remarked.
“Maybe looks something like hers,” the other suggested.
“Excuse me?” Runa demanded, turning to glare. They merely laughed some more.
--
“Ceolmund,” a young voice said. He was tall, though not nearly as much so a Ceolmund, with reddish hair and green eyes. Athelstan had served with the man and Beorhtric a number of years, so he approached with no hesitation. “I heard you were taking a wife—” he paused. “I must say I thought you would prefer a…different wife. Perhaps you don’t know she is sterner than most of the men in Edoras. My condolences if this is news to you—her face can fool you.”