Post by Eirian Connell on Oct 4, 2015 21:42:42 GMT -5
Once the decision was made to send Regan back to the Cadags with Aemrys to deliver a note from her to Merthen, Eirian swiftly excused herself to pen the note and send the young pair on their way. More accurately, she wanted to avoid a fresh confrontation with Ruadhan. She hadn't missed the look on his face when she'd put forth her suggestion that if she was what Vortigern Cruach wanted, to give in and use the leverage to secure a more lasting peace.
Her nephew's furious outburst was honest, some of what she'd expected from Aemrys. He had such fire in him, no matter how well-tempered. Like the volcano that hovered over their home, he rumbled and occasionally released steam, but rarely did he spew forth molten lava. Today had been a prominent exception. Ruadhan chastised him for it - not the objection, of course, as he clearly shared Aemrys's opinion on the matter - but the manner in which that objection was delivered. And the look on his face promised Eirian he'd divulge the contents of his mind on the subject later.
She was in no haste to receive a lecture from another man, least of all Ruadhan Connell.
Leaving the door to the room in which she was to remain closed, Eirian contemplated her options. She probably ought to consider lying down or following Regan's advice, calling for a hot bath to begin soaking some of the aches in her body away. True to her word, the young lady had left clean clothing draped across the foot of the bed and a comb if Eirian wished to try and tidy her hair.
Deciding on the bath, the order was given and the door left slightly ajar so the inn's servants could tote the hot water up. Sitting down with the comb, Eirian began to gingerly work it through her hair, paying no attention to the comings and goings.
Ruadhan Connell