01-07-2010, 04:56 PM
Zana glanced at DaVinci when he spoke of the words she’d challenged him with. Her ears pinned back slightly as she realized that she could not take the tone that they’d shared so well aboard the ship. She sighed and grumbled to herself as she looked away, wondering if he would even be her kin after this was all said and done. She bowed her head and spoke ”Aye, you will always be my brother though, they can’t take that from me… besides, why do you need to know where I learned to read.. or of Shakespeare.. It’s fitting though, no?” She knew damn well that he knew how fitting it was. She always knew that he wouldn’t push on with the subject at hand so she fell silent. It wasn’t long before he began his introduction to the clan.
While there was no fanfare for her she was accepted in some silent way by the people at the words of her brother. She offered no speech of her own, just stood there daring them to challenge her here and now. She didn’t believe that this was all of the clan left who hadn’t sided with Malchan, DaVinci’s own kin in a way who has slain DaVinci’s uncle and taken her siblings role in leading their folk. She had learned from Aisleran that many of the men had balked at the break in tradition and had fled to the halls of Trhieclan and their Lord Calhnan mac Dreithe had sheltered them. Though the people of Trhieclan were not of the same make of Eire’s Faolan people they held a small stake of land along the strait that separated their lands from that of DaVinci’s clan. Zana really hadn’t understood it all but Aisleran had said that technically DaVinci’s people were not just of one clan but of many. His blood clan had held grounds as the leaders for many years but the position that DaVinci was heir to was overlord of five separate clans of many people. This had been hard for Zana to gather and yet standing on the beachhead she was beginning to believe that perhaps Aisleran had not been kidding her.
She moved past the people to perch upon a dune, her eyes scanning the people as she thought on her brother’s words. DaVinci had stated her as being Zana mab Iskata, explaining that their people followed the matriarch of their lineage, declaring that no one could possibly know who their father really was. She had thought hard on this and finally had realized that there was truth in the words of old, though she didn’t like taking the name of the woman who had scarred her so in her childhood. She glanced towards DaVinci who had once been DaVinci ‘Dait Nasphrite, changed to DaVinci mab Iskata upon moving to these lands and being accepted as one of their people, when he had been adopted into the lord’s family he had been taken in as DaVinci mab Eidhe, his clan mother being the sister of the current lord, the only sister of the lord. When she was found to be barren she’d taken DaVinci as her own and the clan had accepted it, at least his blood clan had. She really didn’t know what to make of these people but she was trying to learn.
When the crowd turned back to DaVinci she spoke softly to herself, noticing that Aisleran had once more followed her. ”It will happen tonight, once the exhaust of our journey has hit and weariness is upon us..” The male beside her seemed to nod in agreement, knowing that Zana would find her challenge when she was at her worst. She made a face as she ran her fingers along the staff as she thought on this all. It seemed that her own way had already been carved for her here and she wondered just what Firefly had known that she hadn’t.
While there was no fanfare for her she was accepted in some silent way by the people at the words of her brother. She offered no speech of her own, just stood there daring them to challenge her here and now. She didn’t believe that this was all of the clan left who hadn’t sided with Malchan, DaVinci’s own kin in a way who has slain DaVinci’s uncle and taken her siblings role in leading their folk. She had learned from Aisleran that many of the men had balked at the break in tradition and had fled to the halls of Trhieclan and their Lord Calhnan mac Dreithe had sheltered them. Though the people of Trhieclan were not of the same make of Eire’s Faolan people they held a small stake of land along the strait that separated their lands from that of DaVinci’s clan. Zana really hadn’t understood it all but Aisleran had said that technically DaVinci’s people were not just of one clan but of many. His blood clan had held grounds as the leaders for many years but the position that DaVinci was heir to was overlord of five separate clans of many people. This had been hard for Zana to gather and yet standing on the beachhead she was beginning to believe that perhaps Aisleran had not been kidding her.
She moved past the people to perch upon a dune, her eyes scanning the people as she thought on her brother’s words. DaVinci had stated her as being Zana mab Iskata, explaining that their people followed the matriarch of their lineage, declaring that no one could possibly know who their father really was. She had thought hard on this and finally had realized that there was truth in the words of old, though she didn’t like taking the name of the woman who had scarred her so in her childhood. She glanced towards DaVinci who had once been DaVinci ‘Dait Nasphrite, changed to DaVinci mab Iskata upon moving to these lands and being accepted as one of their people, when he had been adopted into the lord’s family he had been taken in as DaVinci mab Eidhe, his clan mother being the sister of the current lord, the only sister of the lord. When she was found to be barren she’d taken DaVinci as her own and the clan had accepted it, at least his blood clan had. She really didn’t know what to make of these people but she was trying to learn.
When the crowd turned back to DaVinci she spoke softly to herself, noticing that Aisleran had once more followed her. ”It will happen tonight, once the exhaust of our journey has hit and weariness is upon us..” The male beside her seemed to nod in agreement, knowing that Zana would find her challenge when she was at her worst. She made a face as she ran her fingers along the staff as she thought on this all. It seemed that her own way had already been carved for her here and she wondered just what Firefly had known that she hadn’t.