Keeper of Gwynedd Forest

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Keeper of Gwynedd Forest

Postby Sarekonna » Thu Jan 11, 2007 7:56 pm

Sarekonna barely looked up as she acknowledged and called out permission to enter to the person knocking at the study door. Expecting to see the cleric Maegus Edaev had secured to help her with her research, she was surprised when she finally looked up to see Lord Adribard’s steward escorting a messenger dressed in the livery of the Kyndale family.

Quickly rising to her feet, her skin felt chilled as she immediately feared the worse. Before she could formulate a thought to go along with her fear, the servant was bowing elaborately before her. With a flourish at the end of his bow he presented a scroll case to her.

“I am at liberty to wait until the morning for you answer M’lady, so I will retire below until you have an answer.”

Again he bowed and without waiting to be dismissed he left the room. Sarekonna simply blinked before turning her attention back to the scroll case.

The case was stained in dark wine, matched perfectly to the colors she had taken for her personal standard. Engraved beautifully, in the very center was her name colored with flecks of gold.

Sarekonna MacCailein

Carefully she opened the lid and examined the scroll set inside. A velvet ribbon kept it sealed and beckoned her to remove it. She took the scroll and removed the ribbon. The wood ends were matched to the case in which they arrived.

Her brow wrinkled as she read and then reread the invitation. She was invited by Count Jonas Kyndale to attend the ceremony in which Lady Mellyora Kyndale would inherit her family birthright and become the Keeper of Gwynedd Forest and defender of Ywen.

Puzzled, Sarekonna looked up just as Lord Adribard entered the chamber. A scroll case of his own carried in his hands. He tapped it lightly giving Sarekonna a questioning look knowing she had much to do with the Kyndale family. At a loss, all she could do was shrug.

Meanwhile, across the realm, several more scroll cases were being delivered to their intended recipients.
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Postby Sarekonna » Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:04 pm

“Stop! Enough!” Mellyora waved her hands at her maid as if she were an annoying fly rather than a loyal servant, the action was immediately followed by an apology, “I’m sorry Anna, but please I can’t take anymore.”

She was tired of being poked at. As if one more moment could tame the wild array of curls on Mellyora’s head. Finally free from the tight braid she usually wore, her hair seemed to take a life of it’s own and rebel. She sighed as she stared into the looking glass across from her. A luxury her father had insisted on presenting her with. Secretly she adored it. It represented the life her father had wanted for her. While she had fought hard to have the life where she commanded warriors as well as caring for them, she always easily returned to the world of caring for a keep and it’s people. Checking the gardens, the sewing, the cooking and the other day to day duties involved with keeping a small community running. Honestly, it wasn’t much different from what she did for St. Crispin’s League.

Absently her hands went up to twist some of the small dried flowers that had been woven into her hair in an attempt to bring them lower on her head. The flowers and a pair of elegantly carved slides were the only adornment for her hair. She touched one of the slides. They had belonged to her mother who had also worn them on the day she became the keeper.

Her mother had welcomed the title joyously. Mellyora on the other hand had put it off as long as she possibly could. Her father had agreed and supported her though their reasons had been different. He had wished for her to be safely married to an Albion lad before taking on the responsibility. He had already been married to Mellyora’s mother 4 years before she had been called to serve. Mellyora on the other hand cared little for that reason and only wished to keep the obligation to herself. She had already been making the yearly pilgrimage to the forest and did not see why it needed to be officially recognized.

When it became apparent that hostilities could ensue, she reluctantly agreed to the ceremony. She then tried however to only have a few people of the realm invited. The people she felt certain she could trust and who wouldn’t turn against her. Her father had disagreed with her again. This is your chance to discover who you can truly count on Mellyora. Do not pass up this chance because you fear those who will abandon you.

Even now her back stiffened at the memory. She never backed down from a challenge. While there were some here whose shunning would hurt her deeply, she would represent her mother’s culture proudly and with honor. She would honor and protect the treaty between the two kings that protected the forest. She would watch as she sang and she would know her true friends.

With that resolution she stood up from her bench as Anna was returning from her banishment. “My lady,” she curtsied slightly, “Your guests are assembled.”

She smiled, “Thank you Anna.”
She reset her gown arranging the brushed green velvet with Anna’s help back into place. The gold belt around her waist was to set at a certain angle and she made sure it was correct and that the ceremonial dagger was also just as it needed to be.

“You are beautiful Lady.” Anna’s voice was all but a whisper. Mellyora smiled again knowing it was part of a maids duty so say such things.

“Give me just a minute alone please Anna?” Anna nodded knowing her lady and quickly ran off. Mellyora made her way to the top of the stairs. She paced a few moments in front of them looking for her calm. It was always this way, a flurry of emotions followed by the calm.

When she thought she had found it, she moved towards the stairs only to be suddenly halted in her step. She gasped as a vine coil wrapped around her immobilizing her movements.

Warm breath wisped across her neck, “Well, well, it’s about time you came of age.”
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