Goat Ewe (January 3010) - [Ceolmund]
Oct 14, 2017 12:23:50 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Oct 14, 2017 12:23:50 GMT -5
It was the first meal she had prepared as a wife, and by the time Ceolmund and she had started eating, the tea and the stew were both tepid. For a moment, she was worried that such a first impression was not going to win her any favor from her new husband, but he did not even look to her in disappointment. Runa was so incredibly happy; her heart was full.
The food had settled, the mead had begun to slink into her blood, and Runa had begun to feel her long work hours and spent energy sneaking up on her. Ceolmund had settled back, and Runa had let him wrap her in the blanket as she lay there. His fingers were gliding through her hair, gentle motions drawing out all the tension in Runa’s muscles. Soon she was asleep. It had been so long since she had been this relaxed and comfortable.
She did not know how long she had been asleep, but the banging on the door woke her quickly. With a gasp she sat up, for a moment startled. However, when she noticed Ceolmund was not in a panic, Runa was able to get ahold of herself long enough to realize there was no reason to be frightened. She blinked, rubbing her eyes as Elin’s shouting started.
“I didn’t know she knew my name,” she mumbled drowsily, a faint laugh in her dreamy haze.
For a moment she sat up, leaning against Ceolmund’s side. It became apparent Elin was not going to be leaving, though. She sighed, kissing his cheek. “I guess I wouldn’t be a very good wife if I didn’t let her in…” Maybe she was coming to apologize. Maybe she was here to wish them well. Runa had doubts, but she could not justify leaving the woman out there in the cold; if she was trying to make things better, ignoring her would merely tell her that Runa was the monster she believed her to be. She shuffled to the door, sliding the latch back and opening it.
“Elin,” she prompted, her voice still clinging to her sleep. “Is something the matter?”
The food had settled, the mead had begun to slink into her blood, and Runa had begun to feel her long work hours and spent energy sneaking up on her. Ceolmund had settled back, and Runa had let him wrap her in the blanket as she lay there. His fingers were gliding through her hair, gentle motions drawing out all the tension in Runa’s muscles. Soon she was asleep. It had been so long since she had been this relaxed and comfortable.
She did not know how long she had been asleep, but the banging on the door woke her quickly. With a gasp she sat up, for a moment startled. However, when she noticed Ceolmund was not in a panic, Runa was able to get ahold of herself long enough to realize there was no reason to be frightened. She blinked, rubbing her eyes as Elin’s shouting started.
“I didn’t know she knew my name,” she mumbled drowsily, a faint laugh in her dreamy haze.
For a moment she sat up, leaning against Ceolmund’s side. It became apparent Elin was not going to be leaving, though. She sighed, kissing his cheek. “I guess I wouldn’t be a very good wife if I didn’t let her in…” Maybe she was coming to apologize. Maybe she was here to wish them well. Runa had doubts, but she could not justify leaving the woman out there in the cold; if she was trying to make things better, ignoring her would merely tell her that Runa was the monster she believed her to be. She shuffled to the door, sliding the latch back and opening it.
“Elin,” she prompted, her voice still clinging to her sleep. “Is something the matter?”