Post by Eirian Connell on Jul 18, 2015 21:08:54 GMT -5
Merthen was engaged in meetings for the day where her presence was neither needed nor desired, leaving Eirian with a sweet afternoon of nothing to do. Deciding it was time that she explored a little of the city, she caught up a basket, checking in with Regan to see if her sister in law needed anything from the markets. Receiving a list from the High Laird's lady, she solemnly promised to enjoy herself (with a twinkle in her eye, naturally) and headed out with the reassurance that she would return in plenty of time to join the family for the evening meal.
The storms had broken the worst of the lingering summer's heat, making the afternoon pleasantly warm and sunny as the fair-haired Cadag ventured into the heart of Bordelaix's thriving market. Eirian tended to Regan's business first, obtaining the items that her sister in law wanted and tucking them neatly into the basket before she indulged in perusing some of the items available for herself.
There were plenty of pretty little items that caught her eye, though she stopped long enough to purchase a fresh pear. Nibbling on it as she strolled along, Eirian was content, oblivious to anything beyond her own satisfaction in the day and the odd item that seized her attention. Disposing of the pear's core, she made use of her handkerchief to dry her fingers, bending slightly to examine an enamelled comb that she felt might suit Gwynver, and there was another set that suggested Fioleth to her.
Engaging in a little negotiation, Eirian soon secured both combs and turned away from the booth, the items added to her basket. Wandering further down to where the booths ended and the established shops began, she did not notice the pair of men trailing her. They waited until she stopped before a window, looking over the contents with interest, then pounced. One man clamped a hand about her mouth, the other hand sliding around her waist to bodily lift her while the other caught the falling basket and played lookout.
The men moved swiftly to avoid detection, securing their captive and swathing her in a voluminous cloak to better hide the telltale hair and features that marked her as the High Laird's sister. Putting her in the back of a small wagon, they moved off at an ambling pace to meet the one who'd hired them. They had a package to deliver.. and be paid for.
Ruadhan Connell