01-08-2010, 07:08 PM
DaVinci couldn’t believe the scene he witnessed unfolding before him as his sister turned the tables on the warrior and soon found herself as the top dog in a sense. The roar of the crowd showed that they were indeed pleased by what they had witnessed and DaVinci himself couldn’t find fault in her actions. She hadn’t left the man with a mark but she’d disarmed him and showed him that she could have taken his life, yet she didn’t. When she spoke the crowd never heard her words but it was apparent by the actions of Uehban what she’d asked as he peacefully bowed out of the fight, his own rumbling laughter joining his companions as he pulled himself off the ground and began to try and pick the pieces up as he was offered another jug of uagent which he accepted, taking a long drink before turning the clayware over to Zana who accented the strong spirits and raised the jug to the people before taking her own drought of the wicked drink.
He nodded to his sister and waved her on to continue with the merrymaking as she was crowded around by the warriors who had already accepted her as one of their own, soon the men who hadn’t known her were by her side as well, speaking too quickly for the woman to understand as she shook her head and ducked out of the crowd to settle down on a bench. DaVinci hadn’t even noticed that Aisleran had moved to join her, examining the wound quietly before Zana shrugged off his touch and poured a measure of the uagent on her wound, her fangs bared for a moment as the alcohol cleaned the touch of the blade. He hated to admit it but it seemed that she was indeed worth her weight in gold, or in time she would be. If they’d come to accept her as a warrior then it wouldn’t be much to accept her as thei mother the next heir. Always the Ri ‘s heir had come from the loins of a sister, to keep the line sure. He wasn’t sure which of his sisters in time would be the one to bring forth a heir but his nephew would lead the clan in his place one day.
DaVinci was beginning to feel the weight of everything to come as he stretched and stood up, the crowd smiling and raising their jugs to the man who would lead them into battle, a battle that was looming too soon in his mind. He waved off their fanfare and moved towards the stairs to find his quarters. He was stopped just short of the archway which lead to the stairs and beyond by the ollamh, the woman smiling up at him as she commented softly. ”It is a good omen for the time to come.” DaVinci stared at her a moment before he silently nodded his agreement. She continued on as she spoke, ”She will make a fine warrior, and I think perhaps mother to the heir, Aisleran surely dotes on her.” DaVinci’s eyes flashed as he turned to watch the people once more as she questioned. ”She doesn’t know, does she?” He was silent still as he shook his head and bid her goodnight curtly before taking to the stairs. He knew that he pushed his luck dealing with the wise woman so but she could afford to forgive him because he had a feeling that he knew what would await him soon enough by the hands of the Ollmh.
He nodded to his sister and waved her on to continue with the merrymaking as she was crowded around by the warriors who had already accepted her as one of their own, soon the men who hadn’t known her were by her side as well, speaking too quickly for the woman to understand as she shook her head and ducked out of the crowd to settle down on a bench. DaVinci hadn’t even noticed that Aisleran had moved to join her, examining the wound quietly before Zana shrugged off his touch and poured a measure of the uagent on her wound, her fangs bared for a moment as the alcohol cleaned the touch of the blade. He hated to admit it but it seemed that she was indeed worth her weight in gold, or in time she would be. If they’d come to accept her as a warrior then it wouldn’t be much to accept her as thei mother the next heir. Always the Ri ‘s heir had come from the loins of a sister, to keep the line sure. He wasn’t sure which of his sisters in time would be the one to bring forth a heir but his nephew would lead the clan in his place one day.
DaVinci was beginning to feel the weight of everything to come as he stretched and stood up, the crowd smiling and raising their jugs to the man who would lead them into battle, a battle that was looming too soon in his mind. He waved off their fanfare and moved towards the stairs to find his quarters. He was stopped just short of the archway which lead to the stairs and beyond by the ollamh, the woman smiling up at him as she commented softly. ”It is a good omen for the time to come.” DaVinci stared at her a moment before he silently nodded his agreement. She continued on as she spoke, ”She will make a fine warrior, and I think perhaps mother to the heir, Aisleran surely dotes on her.” DaVinci’s eyes flashed as he turned to watch the people once more as she questioned. ”She doesn’t know, does she?” He was silent still as he shook his head and bid her goodnight curtly before taking to the stairs. He knew that he pushed his luck dealing with the wise woman so but she could afford to forgive him because he had a feeling that he knew what would await him soon enough by the hands of the Ollmh.