Post by Liam Connell on Jul 22, 2017 21:04:48 GMT -5
His brother had managed something that Liam had not seen coming. They had always been loyal to Merthen, their High Laird, Laird and Lord of House Cadag. They had friends in the capital, being related by blood. They were not disliked altogether among the clans, not like the Cruach. But news of the battle that re-claimed Llwyn Newyth came not only of the defeat of Vortigern and his followers, but also of the vote to see his own brother elevated to High Laird.
Proud though he was, Liam was always thinking a few steps ahead, and sideways as it must be. He considered that actions had repercussions and tried to foretell any issues or complications in order to curtail them. Though no seer, he prided himself with being thorough and thoughtful. The election, then, was unlikely to come without ripples. But Clan Connell had been good to their kin, and to their neighbours, and Liam rode on the optimism that things would smooth themselves over time.
With correspondences on the matter, Liam made arrangements to return home. Glad as he was to leave the capital, he wondered only briefly whether their final exit would come with repercussions, too. The clans-people had never really seen the Deveraux as their liege, though Vulcanis was under the perview of King Alexandre. They had never intended to come in the first place to the capital of the city people, but things had led that way, and once there it was harder to leave.
He made quick travel of the trip, always wary of finding a stray Cruach somewhere ready to stick a blade in his side. And finally, he was home. Well, in clans land at least. He had not gone to Glenn Tuathas as he yearned to go, but instead to Llwyn Newyth, to where his brother had gone, and to get an official briefing of what had happened and what would happen next. Would his brother remain here instead, as High Laird? And damn it but the man needed to marry, now more than ever.
Finally, he made his way to the castle. He recognized faces of many of the people gathered, but not all. He had been here many a time, however, and the castle itself was familiar. He sought his brother there, as it seemed the likely place.
Ruadhan Connell
Proud though he was, Liam was always thinking a few steps ahead, and sideways as it must be. He considered that actions had repercussions and tried to foretell any issues or complications in order to curtail them. Though no seer, he prided himself with being thorough and thoughtful. The election, then, was unlikely to come without ripples. But Clan Connell had been good to their kin, and to their neighbours, and Liam rode on the optimism that things would smooth themselves over time.
With correspondences on the matter, Liam made arrangements to return home. Glad as he was to leave the capital, he wondered only briefly whether their final exit would come with repercussions, too. The clans-people had never really seen the Deveraux as their liege, though Vulcanis was under the perview of King Alexandre. They had never intended to come in the first place to the capital of the city people, but things had led that way, and once there it was harder to leave.
He made quick travel of the trip, always wary of finding a stray Cruach somewhere ready to stick a blade in his side. And finally, he was home. Well, in clans land at least. He had not gone to Glenn Tuathas as he yearned to go, but instead to Llwyn Newyth, to where his brother had gone, and to get an official briefing of what had happened and what would happen next. Would his brother remain here instead, as High Laird? And damn it but the man needed to marry, now more than ever.
Finally, he made his way to the castle. He recognized faces of many of the people gathered, but not all. He had been here many a time, however, and the castle itself was familiar. He sought his brother there, as it seemed the likely place.
Ruadhan Connell
