MacLaaran

[spi brat]

sadness fills her eyes as watches her family leave O/one by O/one.....her small heart shaped face lowering...as she blinks back t' tears..then slowly lifting her head as she turns...determinedly and steps back into t' hall..standing in t' great hall..memories dancing thru her mind....as she is wilt nae leave...this is her hamie...an she no see it disappear....listing seth an rita's help she sets t' the tasks at hand .....smooth delicate hands soon begin t' show t' efforts of her labours..cleaning t' hall frae t' spring.....settign t' scullery servants to scrubbing t' soot frae t' walls frae t' winters fires....and sets t' readying t' sucllery garden sae tis a fine provision of fresh food to see thru t' winter..thanks Tae a stranger Gavin....who helped clear saime t' ground she an a crew of t' pages set t' finishing t' rest of t' garden an seeing t' the planting....finally stopping t' day...her body weary as she settles whit a glass of wine on t' hearth furs...proud of her labours an t' blisters tae her small hands....she wilt continue hoping her efforts may draw muir visitors t' castle.

[GavinLachlan]

This castle by the name of MacLaaran has brought a warmth to his heart he hasn't felt in quite some time.  His chance encounter with the lovely lass spi has been a blessing as well.  The little lass, no bigger than a cricket, has found a way into his rugged ol' heart rather quickly.  He couldn't imagine leaving her here by herself, or taking to travels without her.  She is firm in staying, so he'll make this stop a long one.  They've worked the ground together, making sure to plants crops that will get them through the winter - he's taken to cleaning out the stalls, so Jax - his horse, and trusted friend - has a fine place to sleep.  A sadness easily takes hold of his heart as he contemplates the tragedy that has left such a huge castle near empty.  He hopes, as does his little cricket, that their work will draw people - from those that used to call this home, to new ones that might.  For now, he's happy to toil alongside the beautiful lass, and make her proud.  Speaking of...tis about time to head for the castle and see if a pie be cookin'...

[spi brat]

moving about t' hall as she readies it frae bed..thinking twas nice tae hae t' company of m'Lord Trost and m'Lod Santander these past couple of eve's...thinkign spi tis blessed tae Friends that come t' check on her an make sure she tis okay....finally allowing herself amoment of sadness seeing m'Lord Gavin's horse be gone...pale silvery blue eyes lower....as she was used tae Ones coming in an leaving jes a quickly frae her world....buries t' hurt along whit t' rest as she readies frae bed....thinking tomorrow tis another day alone....and tis plenty frae her t' do an see tae ..tae keep her frae lettign herself feel sorry frae herself...saime day...Someone wid see t' woman behind t' servant....but she no holding her breath

[spi brat]

heading up tae her room...plae silvery blue eyes still twinkle frae t' merriment of t' hall this eve...twas nice tae hae Slinky, Doug an Piper visit...an tae hear laughter echoing in t' hall...it did her lil heart guid tae laugh and hae fun...t' days labours taking their toll..t' guards hunt wis successful..tis plenty of fresh grouse, venison an such t' fill t' stores..tae scullery maids were kept busy preparing t' meat sae it keeps.....an spi helped cookie by baking saime fresh tarts an shortbread....tomorrow she planned tae visit t' ale house an see how things were going there...frae now..takes her tired lil body tae her empty room making sure she left herself exhausted enough tae fall tae sleep without leaving herself room t' think.

[spi brat]

small slender shoulder slump a wee bit..'fore she lifts them...pacing about t' scullery as delicate brows furrow...torn between saddness an anger...her small abre feet pad back forth against t' floor....pondering t' messages left frae spi....her small delicate hand wring t' missive...as she squares her small shoulders...a fire lighting pale silvery blue eyes whispering...by god..spi wilt nae let Mac fall t' a Outlander....nae after she worked sae hard tae make sure t' hall fires burned brightly an welcoming...she tis nae MacLaarans lil rougette frae naught and she wilt fight tooth an nail frae her haime and it's ways....her heart tis here....her tears are here....tis nae frae a Outlander t' try an claim....t' lush curve of her hips sway as she pads tae prepare frae whit battle may come...whispering...Ye hae been warned....spi nae give up whit out a fight

[spi brat]

gives up....as she bundles a small packet...and slips frae t' castle..and heads for the forest...slipping deep within its shadows

[RAGNAR]

Ummm.... spi.....

No packing and running yet. *S* 

[-TT-]

No fighting to it hun....

everything is just fine...

you can't take off after I have been visiting the castle and getting to
know you all..