01-07-2010, 04:55 PM
DaVinci had stiffened slightly when the words his sister uttered were in the tongue of the clan and not their own shared language. He turned slowly towards her and spoke in plain English. ”You’d do well not to speak such words aloud in mixed company, you do remember what value they hold me in.. And where did you learn of Shakespeare anyways?” He couldn’t help but catch the grins of the few men who had come aboard their ship who knew Zana and who had learned their language as they’d shared their own tongue to the slight woman. He didn’t say anything to change the look on the warriors faces but instead he held his breath a moment before turning towards the people, his arm swept to the side to reveal his sibling fully to the clan.
His voice was strong and assuring as he spoke. ”Zana mab Iskata has journeyed from the Inferni clan to assist us in reclaiming the throne. The ollamh Firefly has spoken well for her and I trust she will be accepted well into the ranks of the warriors who protect us.” The murmurs that arose from his words in their tongue caused his skin to prick as he turned his gaze upon each and every member that had come to greet them upon the shores. He knew that she would have a hard time being accepted until she could prove herself to them but he had paved the way in a savage sort, knowing that the hot headed ones among their clan would make claim and challenge her for the rank she had not justly earned within their lands.
His eyes turned to Aisleran who seemed to be regarding Zana fondly as she stood straight and tall, meeting the crowd with her hawkeyed glare as she waited to see what they would make of her. DaVinci wondered how she missed the ways of the warrior who fawned over her, but he was quickly reminded that though she seemed older she hadn’t even reached her first year of life. She was very much a teenage warrior and unschooled in many ways. He caught the attention of Aisleran for a moment, holding his gaze until the man looked away. Aisleran had learned by DaVinci that things were not the same in the far away territories that Zana had come from and that there would be no arranged marriage for the woman nor would she be one who was easily swayed into excepting the ways of this clan. DaVinci didn’t believe that the male would press his luck or challenge for her hand and DaVinci wasn’t all together sure that his small sibling would ever truly be able to take a mate.
He tried to push away from the thoughts, knowing from learning with the healers that unless she bore a child of her own stature that she would die in childbirth and take the babe with her. He had no hand in health though as what was expected of the son of the lord he had learned the ways and workings of his people. He worried that if the girl did choose a mate what would happen but he didn’t know how to voice his concerns without causing a rift between the two of them. He finally looked away from Zana and her shadow warrior before he let the crowd take him back into their greetings.
His voice was strong and assuring as he spoke. ”Zana mab Iskata has journeyed from the Inferni clan to assist us in reclaiming the throne. The ollamh Firefly has spoken well for her and I trust she will be accepted well into the ranks of the warriors who protect us.” The murmurs that arose from his words in their tongue caused his skin to prick as he turned his gaze upon each and every member that had come to greet them upon the shores. He knew that she would have a hard time being accepted until she could prove herself to them but he had paved the way in a savage sort, knowing that the hot headed ones among their clan would make claim and challenge her for the rank she had not justly earned within their lands.
His eyes turned to Aisleran who seemed to be regarding Zana fondly as she stood straight and tall, meeting the crowd with her hawkeyed glare as she waited to see what they would make of her. DaVinci wondered how she missed the ways of the warrior who fawned over her, but he was quickly reminded that though she seemed older she hadn’t even reached her first year of life. She was very much a teenage warrior and unschooled in many ways. He caught the attention of Aisleran for a moment, holding his gaze until the man looked away. Aisleran had learned by DaVinci that things were not the same in the far away territories that Zana had come from and that there would be no arranged marriage for the woman nor would she be one who was easily swayed into excepting the ways of this clan. DaVinci didn’t believe that the male would press his luck or challenge for her hand and DaVinci wasn’t all together sure that his small sibling would ever truly be able to take a mate.
He tried to push away from the thoughts, knowing from learning with the healers that unless she bore a child of her own stature that she would die in childbirth and take the babe with her. He had no hand in health though as what was expected of the son of the lord he had learned the ways and workings of his people. He worried that if the girl did choose a mate what would happen but he didn’t know how to voice his concerns without causing a rift between the two of them. He finally looked away from Zana and her shadow warrior before he let the crowd take him back into their greetings.