Post by Eirian Connell on Mar 31, 2015 8:40:32 GMT -5
Weighted down by a myriad of thoughts, Eirian waited until after the evening meal to seek her eldest brother's company for a discussion. Requests and commands, questions and concerns swirled in her mind, an unending litany that compelled decisions that rested upon her shoulders. Approaching Merthen's study, Eirian paused a few feet from the men flanking the doors to realize her interruption might prove unwelcome; her brother often spent the post-prandial hour in company with Regan and his children. If so, then she resolved to apologize for the intrusion and seek him out come morning; if not, then she would request a chance to speak with him and resolve upon a plan for the next few weeks.
Additionally, she knew that a response was required to the King regarding his summons to confirm the High Laird's attendance at Court. As Merthen's scribe, the responsibility to pen the missive fell upon her yet she wished to verify the intended date of their departure to better calculate their arrival. Squaring her slender shoulders, Eirian lifted her chin and resumed her approach to the door and its silent sentinels. She gracefully inclined her head to the men, inquiring softly, "Would you please be so kind as to request a few minutes of the High Laird's time for me, good clansman?" The man served her brother and merited no less than the respect due him; Eirian was careful not to take them for granted.
The man disappeared to relay her request after a quick bow of his head, leaving his fellow guard to stand his duty. The door snicked closed behind him, though she could hear the low rumble of male voices within. She made no effort to lean closer and listen, prepared for Merthen's answer whether in the affirmative or a refusal.
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