Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2014 22:33:29 GMT -5
Eimilie was a Deschênes woman, she could do anything that she put her mind to. Daragh wasn’t one of those men who felt women needed to be chained to the hearth and home, not when she had such a passion for her horses. She had a gift and only someone who lacked a soul could deny her that gift. That was just a part of who Emmy was, just like Gwyn and her twin were the pranksters and Bree was the adventurer. Stifling that would be crushing their spirits and that Daragh couldn’t do.
It wasn’t entirely unselfish of him to keep Emmy in Forestier when she probably should be married with a home of her own. Daragh wasn’t going to admit that to anyone but himself, though. He just was not ready to see her go, knowing that no-one would ever be like her. Once she was gone, there would be a hole in his life that he didn’t see being filled. He hadn’t thought on why that was. He just accepted it, and since she wasn’t pushing for it like Bree, he didn’t see why he had to bring it to be sooner then later.
He thought about her question and shrugged. “Maybe more frequent. It would be good for the business of the barony, and bring in more trade. Might be nice to start showing that we’re not some back-woods family who shouldn’t be taken seriously.” Daragh was getting a little tired of being dismissed as just some country bumpkin when he went to Bordelaix. “I thought about inviting Lord Delacroix and some of his family to come stay.” He didn’t think they wanted to host the royals, and they couldn’t really afford it if he was honest. But another nobleman from the region? That Forestier could handle. “What do you think of the idea, Emmy?”
The idea wasn’t just for him to find someone, even if he knew it was hanging over his head. He didn’t want just any woman. In that respect, Eimilie had spoiled him. Daragh wanted a woman like Eimilie, who enjoyed the soft sides of life but wasn’t afraid to face the hard times. Women like her were rare, unfortunately. “I’m not so concerned about being happy, Em. Just someone who can handle life in Forestier. I’m not some refined, sophisticated lord. We don’t live a lavish life here. There’s few ladies who’d want that life.” He knew that was harsh, but it was also very true.
Daragh smiled at her. “No-one is perfect, Emmy. And life around here’s never dull.” He patted the hand on his arm, wondering if it was the ale or the moon’s light that had him feeling a little woozy. He could smell her, the light perfume she wore that was a womanly touch despite the plain clothes and the hand that spoke of hard work.
To answer her question, he pointed in the distance as a nightingale started to sing, the sweet aroma of night-blooming flower coming over them. “What about those? Some call it magic, some call it great. I’ll let you decide which
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It wasn’t entirely unselfish of him to keep Emmy in Forestier when she probably should be married with a home of her own. Daragh wasn’t going to admit that to anyone but himself, though. He just was not ready to see her go, knowing that no-one would ever be like her. Once she was gone, there would be a hole in his life that he didn’t see being filled. He hadn’t thought on why that was. He just accepted it, and since she wasn’t pushing for it like Bree, he didn’t see why he had to bring it to be sooner then later.
He thought about her question and shrugged. “Maybe more frequent. It would be good for the business of the barony, and bring in more trade. Might be nice to start showing that we’re not some back-woods family who shouldn’t be taken seriously.” Daragh was getting a little tired of being dismissed as just some country bumpkin when he went to Bordelaix. “I thought about inviting Lord Delacroix and some of his family to come stay.” He didn’t think they wanted to host the royals, and they couldn’t really afford it if he was honest. But another nobleman from the region? That Forestier could handle. “What do you think of the idea, Emmy?”
The idea wasn’t just for him to find someone, even if he knew it was hanging over his head. He didn’t want just any woman. In that respect, Eimilie had spoiled him. Daragh wanted a woman like Eimilie, who enjoyed the soft sides of life but wasn’t afraid to face the hard times. Women like her were rare, unfortunately. “I’m not so concerned about being happy, Em. Just someone who can handle life in Forestier. I’m not some refined, sophisticated lord. We don’t live a lavish life here. There’s few ladies who’d want that life.” He knew that was harsh, but it was also very true.
Daragh smiled at her. “No-one is perfect, Emmy. And life around here’s never dull.” He patted the hand on his arm, wondering if it was the ale or the moon’s light that had him feeling a little woozy. He could smell her, the light perfume she wore that was a womanly touch despite the plain clothes and the hand that spoke of hard work.
To answer her question, he pointed in the distance as a nightingale started to sing, the sweet aroma of night-blooming flower coming over them. “What about those? Some call it magic, some call it great. I’ll let you decide which
@eimilie