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maderrUm. You asked for Black Mountain or Soldier.
I, uh, started working this instead? ^^;;;;
Only the start of it, I is sorry. Very, very rough. Will likely say fuck it with the cleaning to work on more of it.
Hope you like, sweets. Happy 21st ^_____^ *luffs*
Eanna whistled as he walked through the streets, refusing to be deterred despite the odds. Unhelpful people, cloudy sky, particularly muddy streets, and he had not a single bloody clue as to where he was.
Bugger it all, he did not care.
He was away from his family, his home, and on the search to find his true love.
Someone looked at him in annoyance, and Eanna smiled pleasantly before making his whistling all the louder.
It was drowned out, however, by the sudden sound of jeers.
He stopped as he turned the corner, smile turning into a frown as he took in the sight before him.
The small village square was really nothing more than a spot in which a house had not yet been crammed. Some small effort had been made to pave it, but the effort had halted halfway through, leaving half the crude circle covered with rough-hewn paving stones, the other half nothing but mud and straw.
At the far, edge of the paved portion, sitting against the back wall of some shop or another, a young girl – he presumed it was a young girl – was balled up against the mud and rocks being lobbed at her by children old and young.
What truly annoyed him was the way adults ignored the debacle – or worse watched it in some amusement. That would not do for a moment, no sir.
Eanna started whistling again, but this time it was no mere song. The tune was sharp and piercing, and around him everyone abruptly stopped. He continued on, the tune becoming sharp and urgent, and suddenly the pathetic little village square was deserted.
He stopped whistling and crossed the square to where the young woman still was hunched over protectively. "Here, now, my fair miss. All is well, they'll not hurt you again."
Slowly the girl looked up, and Eanna gazed at her in shock.
She recoiled, but he caught her hand up and crooned softly, soothing. "Here, now, my mistake. I did not mean to alarm you further, my fair miss. 'Tis only that your eyes are unmistakable. Such eyes I have seen only in one other – they are the eyes of my true love, deepest green like the heart of a forest before night turns all to absolute black."
The woman blinked at him, and he thought she probably was quite pretty when not covered in mud and other questionable filth. Her mouth quirked ever so faintly in amusement, and that made Eanna smile. He had not lost his touch entirely, no sir.
"My turn of phrase amuses the lady?" he asked, grinning when she ducked her head to hide her thoughts. "Oh, aye. The man who shares your eyes ever found me quite amusing, twas precisely that which first drew him toward me. A moth, as it were, to the flame of mine nonsensical ways."
She looked up again, smiling truly this time.
"Can you stand?" he asked, and when she nodded slowly stood, helping her up.
Eanna tilted his head thoughtfully. He hummed softly, an easy, inquisitive spell. Magic replied to his prodding, a soft, fluttering caress against his skin, a gentle whispering in his ears. "Magic holds your tongue, my fair miss?"
Another nod.
Eanna squeezed her hand. "It cannot be coincidence that a lady who has my lost lover's eyes is held by some magic. For a certainty I knew my Korbinian did not leave me. Mayhap—" He stopped as she gripped his hand in a near-painful grip, and tears of a sudden began to fall down her cheeks. He pulled a handkerchief from within his tunic and tenderly wiped them away. "My lover you do know, my fair miss."
She nodded again, rapidly, taking both his hands in hers, near sobbing now.
He hummed again, starting low and steadily increasing in volume, slowly moving into true song, coaxing out her all that magic might reveal while casting a balm upon the pain which so weighed upon her.
"A spell you must break," he said at last, "that mine lover might be free, and six brother alongside him. Seven years of silence for seven years of cruel words." He nodded pensively. "Aye, 'tis most fair, except that you and your brothers must pay the terrible price rather than he who was the reason the curse was first cast."
Taking her hand, he placed it in the crook of his arm and turned to head back to the rooms he had taken. "If you are indeed the sister of Korbinian, then your name is Kerensa." He smiled at the way her face lit up to hear her name. "My name is Eanna. Come, a bath will you get, and new clothes, and then we shall see what can be done about this curse." He grinned. "We are perfect travel companions, you and I, for you cannot speak at all and Korbinian oft said I speak enough for three."
Kerensa smiled, hesitant but true, and squeezed his arm lightly as they continued toward the inn.
Two hours later, bathed and well-fed, the family resemblance was obvious. Like her brothers, she was of a stocky build, neither large nor skinny, certainly no simpering miss. Her stature was not so great, but neither was his own. She had the same bright gold hair that contrasted so beautifully with the dark eyes, and her skin the same duskiness. Such a complexion was of the southern provinces, and if his manner of speech had first drawn Korbinian to him, it was Korbinian's strange beauty which had first caught his eye. Nothing at all like his own skin, which would be milk-white if he behaved like a proper royal instead of running about in the sun like a rough peasant. His hair was deepest black, thick and wavy, with the bright blue eyes that were the family trademark.
He poured a bit more wine into her cup, and sat back with his own. "What were you doing in the square, Kerensa?"
She shrugged, hands fluttering as she attempted to motion.
"Traveling, aye," he said quietly. "Korbinian left to attend your wedding, did he not? Whatever became of your fiancé, my fair miss?"
Tears fell abruptly down her cheeks, and she touched her throat, shook her head, and shrugged.
Eanna grimaced. "An unworthy gentleman, to so easily give up a woman as strong as thee. We shall find you one far better than that, I vow it." He smiled and stroked her hair, almost missing his sisters and the days when they were not horrified by their eccentric brother. "What is the destination of your journeys?"
She mad sharp, jagged, up and down motions, then stood and crossed the room to the window, smoothing her hands across the closed shutters, looking at him with pleading eyes.
He frowned, horribly confused. Window? Shutters? The jagged motions…mountains? Window and mountains? Oh. "The Glass Mountain?"
Her face brightened and she clapped her hands together, nodding eagerly.
"Your brothers are somewhere on the Glass Mountain?"
She nodded again.
"My, my, that is quite the curse indeed," Eanna said with a frown. "I think it best if perhaps we return to mine home, and consult with he who knows much about these matters."
Kerensa tilted her head quizzically.
Eanna smiled. "My little brother is well versed in the history and lore of our land, and the only one better than I in the ways of magic. He will tell us what we need to know about the Glass Mountain, and you will be quite safe amongst my family. Your brothers were turned to ravens no doubt because there was some element of that clever bird in their souls. Were my family to be turned into creatures, no doubt we would be mocking birds or canaries or parrots. Except my eldest brother, he would turn into a grouchy cat and eat the lot of us, I suspect."
He grinned as she clapped a hand over her mouth in amusement.
"Get thee some rest, my fair miss, and come the morning we will return home to enlist the aid of mine brother."
I, uh, started working this instead? ^^;;;;
Only the start of it, I is sorry. Very, very rough. Will likely say fuck it with the cleaning to work on more of it.
Hope you like, sweets. Happy 21st ^_____^ *luffs*
The Girl Who Would Not Speak
Eanna whistled as he walked through the streets, refusing to be deterred despite the odds. Unhelpful people, cloudy sky, particularly muddy streets, and he had not a single bloody clue as to where he was.
Bugger it all, he did not care.
He was away from his family, his home, and on the search to find his true love.
Someone looked at him in annoyance, and Eanna smiled pleasantly before making his whistling all the louder.
It was drowned out, however, by the sudden sound of jeers.
He stopped as he turned the corner, smile turning into a frown as he took in the sight before him.
The small village square was really nothing more than a spot in which a house had not yet been crammed. Some small effort had been made to pave it, but the effort had halted halfway through, leaving half the crude circle covered with rough-hewn paving stones, the other half nothing but mud and straw.
At the far, edge of the paved portion, sitting against the back wall of some shop or another, a young girl – he presumed it was a young girl – was balled up against the mud and rocks being lobbed at her by children old and young.
What truly annoyed him was the way adults ignored the debacle – or worse watched it in some amusement. That would not do for a moment, no sir.
Eanna started whistling again, but this time it was no mere song. The tune was sharp and piercing, and around him everyone abruptly stopped. He continued on, the tune becoming sharp and urgent, and suddenly the pathetic little village square was deserted.
He stopped whistling and crossed the square to where the young woman still was hunched over protectively. "Here, now, my fair miss. All is well, they'll not hurt you again."
Slowly the girl looked up, and Eanna gazed at her in shock.
She recoiled, but he caught her hand up and crooned softly, soothing. "Here, now, my mistake. I did not mean to alarm you further, my fair miss. 'Tis only that your eyes are unmistakable. Such eyes I have seen only in one other – they are the eyes of my true love, deepest green like the heart of a forest before night turns all to absolute black."
The woman blinked at him, and he thought she probably was quite pretty when not covered in mud and other questionable filth. Her mouth quirked ever so faintly in amusement, and that made Eanna smile. He had not lost his touch entirely, no sir.
"My turn of phrase amuses the lady?" he asked, grinning when she ducked her head to hide her thoughts. "Oh, aye. The man who shares your eyes ever found me quite amusing, twas precisely that which first drew him toward me. A moth, as it were, to the flame of mine nonsensical ways."
She looked up again, smiling truly this time.
"Can you stand?" he asked, and when she nodded slowly stood, helping her up.
Eanna tilted his head thoughtfully. He hummed softly, an easy, inquisitive spell. Magic replied to his prodding, a soft, fluttering caress against his skin, a gentle whispering in his ears. "Magic holds your tongue, my fair miss?"
Another nod.
Eanna squeezed her hand. "It cannot be coincidence that a lady who has my lost lover's eyes is held by some magic. For a certainty I knew my Korbinian did not leave me. Mayhap—" He stopped as she gripped his hand in a near-painful grip, and tears of a sudden began to fall down her cheeks. He pulled a handkerchief from within his tunic and tenderly wiped them away. "My lover you do know, my fair miss."
She nodded again, rapidly, taking both his hands in hers, near sobbing now.
He hummed again, starting low and steadily increasing in volume, slowly moving into true song, coaxing out her all that magic might reveal while casting a balm upon the pain which so weighed upon her.
"A spell you must break," he said at last, "that mine lover might be free, and six brother alongside him. Seven years of silence for seven years of cruel words." He nodded pensively. "Aye, 'tis most fair, except that you and your brothers must pay the terrible price rather than he who was the reason the curse was first cast."
Taking her hand, he placed it in the crook of his arm and turned to head back to the rooms he had taken. "If you are indeed the sister of Korbinian, then your name is Kerensa." He smiled at the way her face lit up to hear her name. "My name is Eanna. Come, a bath will you get, and new clothes, and then we shall see what can be done about this curse." He grinned. "We are perfect travel companions, you and I, for you cannot speak at all and Korbinian oft said I speak enough for three."
Kerensa smiled, hesitant but true, and squeezed his arm lightly as they continued toward the inn.
Two hours later, bathed and well-fed, the family resemblance was obvious. Like her brothers, she was of a stocky build, neither large nor skinny, certainly no simpering miss. Her stature was not so great, but neither was his own. She had the same bright gold hair that contrasted so beautifully with the dark eyes, and her skin the same duskiness. Such a complexion was of the southern provinces, and if his manner of speech had first drawn Korbinian to him, it was Korbinian's strange beauty which had first caught his eye. Nothing at all like his own skin, which would be milk-white if he behaved like a proper royal instead of running about in the sun like a rough peasant. His hair was deepest black, thick and wavy, with the bright blue eyes that were the family trademark.
He poured a bit more wine into her cup, and sat back with his own. "What were you doing in the square, Kerensa?"
She shrugged, hands fluttering as she attempted to motion.
"Traveling, aye," he said quietly. "Korbinian left to attend your wedding, did he not? Whatever became of your fiancé, my fair miss?"
Tears fell abruptly down her cheeks, and she touched her throat, shook her head, and shrugged.
Eanna grimaced. "An unworthy gentleman, to so easily give up a woman as strong as thee. We shall find you one far better than that, I vow it." He smiled and stroked her hair, almost missing his sisters and the days when they were not horrified by their eccentric brother. "What is the destination of your journeys?"
She mad sharp, jagged, up and down motions, then stood and crossed the room to the window, smoothing her hands across the closed shutters, looking at him with pleading eyes.
He frowned, horribly confused. Window? Shutters? The jagged motions…mountains? Window and mountains? Oh. "The Glass Mountain?"
Her face brightened and she clapped her hands together, nodding eagerly.
"Your brothers are somewhere on the Glass Mountain?"
She nodded again.
"My, my, that is quite the curse indeed," Eanna said with a frown. "I think it best if perhaps we return to mine home, and consult with he who knows much about these matters."
Kerensa tilted her head quizzically.
Eanna smiled. "My little brother is well versed in the history and lore of our land, and the only one better than I in the ways of magic. He will tell us what we need to know about the Glass Mountain, and you will be quite safe amongst my family. Your brothers were turned to ravens no doubt because there was some element of that clever bird in their souls. Were my family to be turned into creatures, no doubt we would be mocking birds or canaries or parrots. Except my eldest brother, he would turn into a grouchy cat and eat the lot of us, I suspect."
He grinned as she clapped a hand over her mouth in amusement.
"Get thee some rest, my fair miss, and come the morning we will return home to enlist the aid of mine brother."
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Date: 2008-01-06 02:07 pm (UTC)