* he takes her hand * aye blossomFrom: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 15:00:15 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp *she reaches out to take his hand* Will you stay and watch the sunset with me, dear one? Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 13:58:28 +0000 No, if it becomes necessary I shall do so From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 14:57:14 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp *she nods, eyes sad* would you have me speak with him? Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 13:55:29 +0000 No but it is clear that he does not like hilzheim and has spent all his time with the avalonians. From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 14:43:08 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp *she becomes solemn* Has he caused issues on the voyage? Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 13:37:03 +0000 No... My concern is your fathers distaste for my countrymen... From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 14:25:37 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp *she looks puzzled* does that trouble you, dear heart? Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 13:21:27 +0000 Apparently so, yes From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 14:11:41 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp *she smiles excitedly* then we shall leave for Sudlachenburg the day after tomorrow? Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 13:10:36 +0000 Aye. Your father tells me that they're going to hold off on the sightseeing until the return journey... From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 13:14:05 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp *she blushes slightly* I think I could have lived there for good, had it not been for one thing that made me wish for Tawstock Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 11:49:11 +0000 * he nods * I can understand that From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 12:36:28 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp *she smiles broadly* This is the first time I have really been upon deck, but it reminds me strongly of being on the Rose, and how wonderful it was to travel upon the waves, to see the whales and dolphins, the birds flying high, the fresh air, the freedom... It was only once it was taken from me that I realised how much I had loved having a ship... Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 11:30:53 +0000 * he sighs * Not bad. I'm beginning to remember what it was like working aboard ship. From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 12:14:46 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp *she nods, clearly comforted by his words, and smiles softly. she comes to his side, red in the sky making her hair seem even more fiery. She tightens the cream cashmere shawl aound her shoulders over her navy dress* How fare you? Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 11:12:16 +0000 Most likely. Wr shall be at land tomorrow and she can put the voyage behind her From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 12:04:22 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp Because she came on this ship because of me... *she smiles sadly* It is pobably just my tiredness that makes me feel so... Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 11:01:41 +0000 How could she suffer because of you? From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 11:43:00 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp *she looks to the floor* I feel awful for Mama. She is so ill, and I am up with he all night. And I know that she suffers so because of me. *her bottom lip quivers slightly* And I miss being with you... Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 10:41:41 +0000 What's the matter blossom? From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 11:29:32 +0100 To: Subject: RE: rp *she hastily wipes away tears with the back of her hand before she turns to face him. Though there is light in her eyes at seeing the man she loves, she looks very tired. Her eyes drop then, taking in his attire and obvious recent hard work, and there is a flicker of something other than love and tiredness there, something far more inappropriate* And to you, dearest... Subject: Re: rp To: crystal4314@hotmail.com From: madison@3diproductions.co.uk Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 10:22:30 +0000 * he walks across the deck, arma bare and sheathed in sweat from helping the sailors with the rigging. * Good evening. From: Crystal Steinberg Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 10:46:32 +0100 To: Subject: rp Though there was a great deal of politeness, there was no friendliness between David and Holzheim. David watched the handsome eisen man, his cham, his self-confidence that bordered to arroance with cool, watchful eyes. Civility seemed to be the best that could be hoped for, which David managed. A few hours later, the ship sets sail. Just before dinner, Morgan receives the following note from a crew lad Dearest One Mama is feeling rather ill, she believes that open water does not agree with her. I am taking care of her and giving her all the comfort possible. We shall not be at dinner, but I hope she will be better by the morrow. With all my thoughts and affections for you Molly But Martha was not better the next day, or the day after that. Molly continued to write little notes to him, but he scarcely sees her. David spent most of his time playing cards and dice with some of the other Avalon passengers, discussin reliion, politics, merchant trade and farming. If he listens, Morgan will noice that David is actually quite an intelligent, well-versed man, and argues and plays devils advocate equally well. If they spend time just the two of them, he tells Morgan a fair few stories of the children growing up, all with great affection. The evening before they arrive in Freiburg, just off the Eisen coast, the sun sets in the west, absolutely stunning reds, pinks, oranges burning the sky, lines of gold at the bottom of the fluffy patches of clouds. Molly stands silhouetted at the prow, her back to any approachers.