Goat Ewe (January 3010) - [Ceolmund]
Oct 15, 2017 15:32:54 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Oct 15, 2017 15:32:54 GMT -5
“No... I will get it... just in case it is her. And I will not be letting her in.”
Ceolmund started to stand, and Runa begrudgingly sighed as she moved off of him enough for him to begin and make himself at least somewhat presentable. She supposed it was necessary to not be completely barren of clothes when answering the front door, but it seemed a waste. They were only going to have to get rid of them again once he had sent that woman off again.
He reached and took the shirt from the spear tip, and tossed it back toward her, a playful grin on his face.
“Do not get comfortable in it; you will not have it on long.”
“I like it when you say things like that,” she hummed lowly, eyes trailing after him as he limped for the front door. He really did need to rest; his knee was never going to heal with the way they had been occupying his energies. Still, Runa could not stop the smile from coming to her lips as she sat up and slipped Ceolmund’s shirt on, sliding from bed.
She could hear Ceolmund speaking, and his tone was neither stern nor frustrated. She frowned faintly. Perhaps it was not Elin after all. She tiptoed to the bedroom door, and listened.
Runa frowned deeper. The voice seemed familiar. Though, perhaps half the city of Edoras was vaguely familiar for as long as she had been serving in the Healing Houses. Something must be terribly the matter for her husband to be willing to entertain someone in front of their house when he had been so set on making sure they would not be leaving the bed just moments before.
“Runa, I need to go out for a minute!”
“Ceol, is everything all right?” She asked, stepping from the bedroom now, brow furrowed in concern.
That was when she saw Auda, and Runa was unable to keep the expression of surprise, and a shade of upset, from her eye. “Lady Auda,” she said in greeting, though the tone was almost thin. This was the reason the voice sounded so familiar. She had come into the House a fair few times for various remedies that pertained to her hazardous work.
She glanced to Ceolmund, noting the way he was scrambling with his boots. He must have assumed something was the matter; if he was unobservant with the way she had cared for him for years, the ladies’ eyes at the Hall whenever he came in, he likely did not recognize the woman he had brought in was far too composed to have come from any sort of problem. He had the heart of a warrior, but not the discernment to read when his bravery was needed. After all, the woman had on a rather well-polished ensemble, a green gown with golden embroidery, a lush cloak still upon her shoulders, and coiled hair, and makeup perfectly painted on her lips and eyes.
“I am not sure how you found your way here, but Ceolmund is not in need of your services,” Runa said quietly, crossing her arms, and tilting her head just enough for her wild blonde hair to drop over her shoulder. “I'm sorry, but I suggest leaving. Perhaps you can still salvage your evening.”
Ceolmund started to stand, and Runa begrudgingly sighed as she moved off of him enough for him to begin and make himself at least somewhat presentable. She supposed it was necessary to not be completely barren of clothes when answering the front door, but it seemed a waste. They were only going to have to get rid of them again once he had sent that woman off again.
He reached and took the shirt from the spear tip, and tossed it back toward her, a playful grin on his face.
“Do not get comfortable in it; you will not have it on long.”
“I like it when you say things like that,” she hummed lowly, eyes trailing after him as he limped for the front door. He really did need to rest; his knee was never going to heal with the way they had been occupying his energies. Still, Runa could not stop the smile from coming to her lips as she sat up and slipped Ceolmund’s shirt on, sliding from bed.
She could hear Ceolmund speaking, and his tone was neither stern nor frustrated. She frowned faintly. Perhaps it was not Elin after all. She tiptoed to the bedroom door, and listened.
Runa frowned deeper. The voice seemed familiar. Though, perhaps half the city of Edoras was vaguely familiar for as long as she had been serving in the Healing Houses. Something must be terribly the matter for her husband to be willing to entertain someone in front of their house when he had been so set on making sure they would not be leaving the bed just moments before.
“Runa, I need to go out for a minute!”
“Ceol, is everything all right?” She asked, stepping from the bedroom now, brow furrowed in concern.
That was when she saw Auda, and Runa was unable to keep the expression of surprise, and a shade of upset, from her eye. “Lady Auda,” she said in greeting, though the tone was almost thin. This was the reason the voice sounded so familiar. She had come into the House a fair few times for various remedies that pertained to her hazardous work.
She glanced to Ceolmund, noting the way he was scrambling with his boots. He must have assumed something was the matter; if he was unobservant with the way she had cared for him for years, the ladies’ eyes at the Hall whenever he came in, he likely did not recognize the woman he had brought in was far too composed to have come from any sort of problem. He had the heart of a warrior, but not the discernment to read when his bravery was needed. After all, the woman had on a rather well-polished ensemble, a green gown with golden embroidery, a lush cloak still upon her shoulders, and coiled hair, and makeup perfectly painted on her lips and eyes.
“I am not sure how you found your way here, but Ceolmund is not in need of your services,” Runa said quietly, crossing her arms, and tilting her head just enough for her wild blonde hair to drop over her shoulder. “I'm sorry, but I suggest leaving. Perhaps you can still salvage your evening.”