Post by Eirian Connell on Jul 18, 2015 20:25:26 GMT -5
The encounter with the man in the shadows had unfortunately not left her mind, despite her best efforts to banish it - and him. Eirian was frustrated, unable to place a name with the voice that had spoken extensively with her the other night. Reluctant to speak of the matter to anyone for fear of being deemed a silly, foolish girl, she'd surreptitiously kept one ear on the discussions that went on between Merthen and the other clan lairds who'd arrived for the Gathering. Thus far, she'd not been successful despite the sheer number of opportunities to listen to the voices. There had been one or two men whom she'd suspected might be her shadowy tormentor, yet Eirian doubted they were it.
Unable to sleep, she surrendered to her unquiet mind once more and wandered out to enjoy the cool spring night's air in the silence of the garden. The flowers were just beginning to bloom and so were the trees, sweetening the air with the perfume that she loved. Ever since she was a child, Eirian often went to the gardens when troubled. Seated on a bench, she did not bother with a lantern; the moon and stars provided more than sufficient light.
The hood of her cloak was lowered, exposing her pale hair and face as it lifted towards the sky. Her brother's men were on their patrols, passing by intermittently as they kept an eye on her, but she knew herself to be especially safe in the heart of her brother's keep. Feeling a need to walk, Eirian stood and followed one of the paths winding in the main garden itself, wanting to expend enough energy to sleep, if such a thing was possible.
And she welcomed the solitude...
Ruadhan Connell