< 14Inga > **Recap: first thing in the morning, Molly and Varick came to his room with the news that Alarice had left with the governess. Raiding Heinrich's room, its come to light that she was seeing Heinrich, as was Inga. Morgan told his father, and after discussion, Morgan is to deal with the situation. Although summoned, there has been no sign of HeinzHarold.  After seeing the minister, Molly and Morgan headed towards his study, but they went sepearte ways as he went to look for David. Its during this that he hears the crying in the hallway* < 14Inga > Although summoned, there has been no sign of HeinzHarold.  After seeing the minister, Molly and Morgan headed towards his study, but they went sepearte ways as he went to look for David. Its during this that he hears the crying in the hallway* * @Morgan stops, putting his hand on his sword < 14Inga > **the faint cries continue** * @Morgan edges towards the sound < 14Inga > *as he gets closer, it's clearly the sound of a woman sobbing* * @Morgan hunts for the room the sound comes from < 14Inga > *off the corridor is a small, empty room, the door part open * @Morgan pushes the door open slowly * Inga sts with her back to the wall, arms crossed on her knees, face buried in them. she sobs loudly * @Morgan looks at her sadly before coughing * Inga looks up, horrified. She immediately jumps up, and curtsies. She smoothes down her typically Eisen blonde hair, now unkempt. * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > sit, Inga < 14Inga > I am sorry, my Lord, I shall return to my duties mmedately < 08@Morgan > dont be silly, sit down * Inga looks unsure, but sits anyway < 14Inga > yes, my Lord < 08@Morgan > whats wrong? * Inga 's shoulders sag, though she tries to keep a brave face < 14Inga > It is just trivial, my Lord < 08@Morgan > nothing that causes such distress is trivial * Inga nods < 14Inga > It is, compared to the thngs that you must usually deal with < 08@Morgan > I dont handle anything, really... well, not until now anyway * Inga nods, but remains quiet < 08@Morgan > I cant force you to tell me... < 14Inga > I would be in trouble for discussing such things with nobility... and gentlemen in general... * @Morgan crouches down < 08@Morgan > well... if it helps any, while I was away I was working as a farm hand... that more or less scrubs the shine off the nobility bit, wouldn't you say? * Inga looks shocked < 14Inga > You, my Lord, digging up potatoes and the like?! < 08@Morgan > mucking out stables, milking cows... < 08@Morgan > incidentally... cows have four teats, not one... * Inga smiles lopsidedly < 14Inga > I noticed that, my Lord < 08@Morgan > so did I... after the first attempt * Inga laughs, wiping her eyes < 14Inga > I haven't milked a cow in a long time < 08@Morgan > its been a fair while since I have... I moved onto a job with more responsibility. * Inga nods < 14Inga > I'd like to do that some day < 08@Morgan > maybe you will... noone can predict what will happen * Inga looks unsure < 14Inga > I doubt it now... < 08@Morgan > why? < 14Inga > This situation *she sighs*  may not even keep my current position * @Morgan narrows his eyes < 08@Morgan > I _think_ I see Session Time: Wed Feb 10 00:00:00 2010 * Inga looks up < 14Inga > I think the Graf may ask me to leave * @Morgan shrugs slightly < 08@Morgan > I wouldn't put money on that bet * Inga shrugs < 14Inga > It would be understandable, given the circumstances < 08@Morgan > perhaps... though it is not, realistically, his choice < 14Inga > But he's the Graf! < 08@Morgan > funnily enough, I'm aware of that * Inga blushes < 14Inga > yes, my Lord < 08@Morgan > I've been put in charge of the estates for the time being * Inga nods again < 14Inga > that will be a great deal of work < 08@Morgan > wont it just * Inga nods < 14Inga > It is a shame Henrich isn't here to help... * @Morgan shrugs * Inga looks to the floor with a sigh < 08@Morgan > I'm not entirely sure I'd allow him to at the moment * Inga nods sadly < 14Inga > There is nothing here to make it worth him coming back for... < 08@Morgan > perhaps... perhaps not. * Inga wraps her arms around herself < 14Inga > If there was, he would never have gone < 08@Morgan > I would imagine... if he knows me at all, he made the choice to leave for his own safety * Inga shrugs < 14Inga > or to follow her... Baroness Eldreich, I'm sorry, my Lord < 08@Morgan > perhaps. We canonly wait and see * Inga starts to weep < 14Inga > I wish.. * @Morgan looks at her sadly < 14Inga > I have been a fool < 08@Morgan > maybe a little... but its not uncommon * Inga sighs < 14Inga > If I'd just tried harder, he might not have taken up with her.. < 08@Morgan > you cant think like that... it'll eat you up inside < 14Inga > I can not do anything else... sometimes, I really thought that he cared about me, but then he'd push me away, did not want me < 08@Morgan > I dont think he really knows what he wants * Inga looks pained < 14Inga > He wanted... but I wouldnt... and then he bedded her instead < 08@Morgan > I'm.... confused * Inga looks up < 14Inga > why, my Lord? < 08@Morgan > you speak very much like Varick, did you know that? * Inga smiles a little < 14Inga > it'd be improper otherwise < 08@Morgan > but less confusing... * Inga sighs < 14Inga > Heinrich wanted to make love to me. I told him I was waiting til I was wed, and would not go that far. So he found someone who would * Inga begins to cry again < 08@Morgan > then... what situation is it that prohibits you staying here? < 14Inga > That everyone will think it went further than it did... or discover what did occur... * Inga blushes * @Morgan shakes his head slightly < 14Inga > If I had done what he wanted, he might have had no interest in her < 08@Morgan > perhaps... perhaps not < 14Inga > I should have known he wouldnt love me... < 08@Morgan > there's nothing I can say to that * Inga nods < 14Inga > and it is stupd, but I would still marry him, if he wanted me * @Morgan nods * Inga looks to him, eyes full of pain < 14Inga > what should I do? < 08@Morgan > carry on... its all anyone can do. But as long as I have a say in it, you need not fear for your position here * Inga smiles < 14Inga > thank you, my Lord... I might still get to be a Lady's maid yet someday * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > quite possibly * Inga stands, shaking off the dust and smiles < 14Inga > thank you, my Lord < 08@Morgan > take a little time to calm down... < 14Inga > I feel much better now < 08@Morgan > good * Inga curtsies < 14Inga > I'll return to my work, my Lord * @Morgan nods * Inga slips out of the door * @Morgan sighs before standing up and resuming his search * Inga is now known as Forrester * Forrester is stood out by the lake, easy to spot through the windows * @Morgan heads out to the lake, making enough noise to be heard from a distance * Forrester 's hands are deep n his pockets, watching the ripples on the Sudlache's surface < 08@Morgan > good morning David * Forrester nods, distracted < 14Forrester > it _is_ beautiful here... < 08@Morgan > it certainly is * Forrester looks around < 14Forrester > were you looking for me? * @Morgan nods * Forrester looks intrigued < 14Forrester > for? < 08@Morgan > things we need to discuss * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > Here? < 08@Morgan > unless you prefer somewhere else... < 14Forrester > No, here is fine * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > its not exactly an unpleasant surrounding < 14Forrester > it's very fine... is Moll alright? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > she's suddenly come to the conclusion that the marriage is actually real * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > It happens to the best of us... took me til the morning of the wedding! * @Morgan nods, looking out over the water < 08@Morgan > I need to know what your current thinking is with regards to the position you've been asked to consider < 14Forrester > why so? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > curiosity * Forrester nods, and takes a cigar out, lighting it. He looks over the water < 14Forrester > It's a good offer, and we'd be close to Molly * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > my fathers laid the job at my door for the time being < 14Forrester > that is unfortunate < 08@Morgan > I've done it before... my concern is time... < 14Forrester > time? < 08@Morgan > indeed. I'm not here for that much longer. Whoever takes the job needs to be settled into it before I leave * Forrester looks at him < 14Forrester > Lucky I've decided to accept then, isnt it? < 08@Morgan > it is indeed. * Forrester grins < 08@Morgan > I know Molly will be pleased to have you so near < 14Forrester > Oh aye, there'll be plenty of excitement and screeching from them both, I don't doubt it * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > There is a proviso < 14Forrester > oh? < 08@Morgan > the young girl, Inga... unless she does something really bad... she stays * Forrester shakes his head slightly < 14Forrester > who is she? < 08@Morgan > a maid here... who got duped by someone who should have acted better * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > She should definately stay... < 08@Morgan > quite. * Forrester smiles < 14Forrester > is there anything else? < 08@Morgan > oh, just the usual polava of finding an office, clearing out the house... < 14Forrester > I have time... though I will need to return to Tawstock and speak with James and Peter when you return to Avalon * @Morgan nods < 14Forrester > I'm loathe to sell the farm really < 08@Morgan > then dont... < 14Forrester > I'll rent it out, if needs be < 08@Morgan > you dont wish to have James and Peter run it? < 14Forrester > I do, but both married families where there were no sons, so have their own farms * @Morgan nods < 14Forrester > I've not told Martha yet, the Graf should be told first * @Morgan looks slightly amused * Forrester smokes the cigar < 14Forrester > Yes? < 08@Morgan > two points... I'm in charge of the house and its runnings, so strictly speaking the Graf already knows, since his delegate knows... second, I wouldn't like to face a forrester woman who hadn't been told as soon as possible < 14Forrester > Oh, I don't know... It'll give me a final afternoons peace and quiet < 08@Morgan > you think? < 14Forrester > If I tell them now, they wont leave me alone the rest of the day. If your father tells them at dinner, I'll endure it til bedtime * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I can see what you mean... though, telling them now or not, you and I should make a trip to the cottage < 14Forrester > If that's your wish * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > if you wish to wait, thats fine < 14Forrester > perhaps tomorrow? * @Morgan nods < 14Forrester > let us look it over without them to coo over it... if work needs to be done, I'd see it done before they go < 08@Morgan > rightly so < 14Forrester > Your father was hinting after you left last nght that it was half built * @Morgan nods slightly < 08@Morgan > hopefully it will be finished soon * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > will you be telling your father? < 08@Morgan > about... < 14Forrester > about me taking the job < 08@Morgan > yes... while its my responsibility at the moment, it'll set his mind at ease * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > good * Forrester finishes the cigar < 14Forrester > I'm going to have a look at Aurora again, see if I can get a clearer idea od when that foal is coming * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > you think she'll foal ok? < 14Forrester > she's young, but strong... my only real concern is Xantha's build < 08@Morgan > oh? < 14Forrester > He isn't the smallest of horses < 08@Morgan > no... no he isn't < 14Forrester > and she isnt very big * @Morgan nods < 14Forrester > as I said, she's strong, and comes from good breeding stock, she'll probably be fine < 08@Morgan > I certainly hope so * Forrester smiles < 14Forrester > I'll send word if I discover anything sgnficant * @Morgan nods * Forrester inclines his head, and wanders off towards the stable < 08@Morgan > oh... before you go... * Forrester turns < 14Forrester > yes? * @Morgan reaches into a pocket and throws a small object to David * Forrester catches it, then opens hs hand, looking at the object < 08@Morgan > ((its a whetstone)) * Forrester looks puzzled, then looks to Morgan < 14Forrester > its a whetstone * @Morgan nods, taking something out of another pocket. Holding it out handle first, its obviously a knife * Forrester takes it < 14Forrester > I don't understand * @Morgan glances at the handle < 08@Morgan > that one there... is a crest * * Forrester looks closely at it < 08@Morgan > that one... would be yours * * Forrester smiles < 14Forrester > Very nice, thank you < 08@Morgan > perhaps... you would turn it over * Forrester does so < 08@Morgan > ((there's another crest, different from the first)) < 14Forrester > ((the koertig crest?)) < 08@Morgan > ((yeah)) * Forrester smiles again < 14Forrester > Thats very good... it can not have been long made < 08@Morgan > no... no it isn't < 14Forrester > you would not wish to keep it? * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > I have one * Forrester nods, his eyes turning slightly misty, though he maintains a stuff upper lip < 14Forrester > thank you < 08@Morgan > you're welcome * Forrester tips his head once more, and turns to go * @Morgan watches him go < 14Forrester > **the sunlght plays over the Sudlache, and Morgan is left alone * @Morgan watches the waters for a time before going in search of his father * Forrester is now known as Adalbrecht * Adalbrecht is in his study * @Morgan knocks on the door < 14Adalbrecht > come in * @Morgan goes in and shuts the door * Adalbrecht sits at the desk. He looks up < 14Adalbrecht > good afternoon < 08@Morgan > father < 14Adalbrecht > all is well? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I've not heard from Heinzharold, and there's no word on Alarice or Heinrich... < 08@Morgan > so, on the plus side, nothing further has gone awry * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > this is a very bad business... I think I'll send someone to bring HeinzHarold to the house * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > please father, you left it with me... HeinzHarold will come when he can * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > as you will < 08@Morgan > I understand how he works more than most... < 14Adalbrecht > The other servants have reported no sign of Heinrich or Alarice also * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I've had a talk with Inga, the girl we believed Heinrich was dallying with... * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > and? < 08@Morgan > she's petrified that she'll lose her job * Adalbrecht frowns < 14Adalbrecht > such behaviour is improper, and causes disruption < 08@Morgan > oh please... besides... such behaviour isn't quite what happened < 14Adalbrecht > what _has_ happened? < 08@Morgan > something... but less than we thought. Thats as far as I'm willing to go. However, once she turned down his advances, thats when Heinrich and Alarice had their... meetings * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > I see < 14Adalbrecht > So, you wish Inga to remain? < 08@Morgan > I do... she's done nothing wrong, realistically < 14Adalbrecht > and your Cousin, and Heinrich? what are your intentions for them? < 08@Morgan > I haven't decided yet... I'm giving some thought, primarily, to Varick... < 14Adalbrecht > In what respect? < 08@Morgan > the boy deserves much more stability < 14Adalbrecht > he will have that once you have finished your honeymoon < 08@Morgan > perhaps... but how much? for how long... the things that have been said to that boy are unforgivable * Adalbrecht looks serious < 14Adalbrecht > and the solution? < 08@Morgan > I dont know... he needs stability and affection and guidance. < 14Adalbrecht > You no longer wish to take him? < 08@Morgan > Molly and I discussed taking him as a fosterling... the issue, of course, is damaging neither his inheritance, or the inheritance of our own children * Adalbrecht raises his eyebrows < 14Adalbrecht > That is a big task... are you truly ready to raise another child? * @Morgan moves to stand by the chair * Adalbrecht watches him, waiting * @Morgan looks frustrated < 08@Morgan > this would be easier to discuss if it felt more father and son and less Graf and his underling... < 14Adalbrecht > I did not realise it was < 08@Morgan > thats how it feels at the moment... < 14Adalbrecht > why? < 08@Morgan > possibly because I'm still standing... because we're both completely... formal. < 14Adalbrecht > sit then, my son * @Morgan sits down, leaning back slightly < 08@Morgan > if there's some port handy, I might actually drink it this time * Adalbrecht reaches into the desk drawer and pours them some port, premeptng him < 14Adalbrecht > good * Adalbrecht hands it over < 08@Morgan > thank you < 14Adalbrecht > you < 14Adalbrecht > you're welcome * Adalbrecht drinks his * @Morgan sips it < 08@Morgan > Its a hard decision... hell, its even hard to think about < 14Adalbrecht > yet it has to be thought of... in a few weeks you'll be wed, and probably set to be a father once more within a few days of that < 08@Morgan > perhaps... we'll see as far as that is concerned. One thing at a time * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > it's not a choice... < 08@Morgan > there's always a choice < 14Adalbrecht > nature thinks otherwise < 08@Morgan > thats natures choice < 14Adalbrecht > you do not know that you can take varick on? * Adalbrecht sips the port < 08@Morgan > as I said, things need to be... investigated. < 08@Morgan > I would not see him suffer if his mother suddenly has a whim to reclaim him for a few months < 14Adalbrecht > meaning? * @Morgan sips the port < 08@Morgan > meaning... after what she's said and done, it would be unfair to take him in just to give him back just because Alarice wants him around for a time... < 14Adalbrecht > as a fosterling, that would still be her right < 08@Morgan > I know... * Adalbrecht watches carefully < 14Adalbrecht > and you can take hm in, knowng you might well lose him also? * @Morgan grinds his teeth * Adalbrecht frowns at it < 08@Morgan > what would it mean for his inheritance, and that of our children, were we to adopt him? < 14Adalbrecht > I'm not sure... I would need to speak to a solicitor * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > is that what you want? * @Morgan finishes his port < 08@Morgan > I'm loathe to make a final decision until I have all the details < 14Adalbrecht > I do not require a descision, though I will not give my consent without knowing that you can cope with another child * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > Varicks best interest must be the primary concern < 14Adalbrecht > no, my own son, my veisgraf's best interest is my primary concern. * @Morgan nods, placing the glass back on the desk * Adalbrecht finishes hs, doing likewise * Adalbrecht just continues to watch him * @Morgan nods finally < 14Adalbrecht > think on it... in the mean time, I shall make some enquiries < 08@Morgan > thank you * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > you're welcome < 08@Morgan > I spoke with David earlier < 14Adalbrecht > oh? < 08@Morgan > he's decided to accept the job * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > well done * @Morgan looks confused < 14Adalbrecht > you did not persuede him? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no... he came to the decision himself < 14Adalbrecht > it is good news all the same * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I had something made for him < 14Adalbrecht > What? * @Morgan fidgets and fishes around, pulling out a whetstone and throwing it to his father * Adalbrecht catches it, speaking without looking < 14Adalbrecht > thank you... though a whetstone is an odd gift * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > it goes with this * @Morgan places a knife on the desk * Adalbrecht takes it up, looking at it. he looks puzzled at the unfamliar crest < 14Adalbrecht > this is...? < 08@Morgan > the forrester crest * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > very nice... the beginning of a new age, a new dynasty... I expect many good things to be brought forth from your union < 08@Morgan > thats not quite what I had it made for... that ones yours, incidentally < 14Adalbrecht > thank you... I'll keep it in the vault ((a massive treasur room with a solid iron door)) < 08@Morgan > as you wish < 14Adalbrecht > While I'm there, I'll have the Panzerhand polished * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > You'll need it for the wedding < 08@Morgan > because... < 14Adalbrecht > because you must wear it < 08@Morgan > but... its yours < 14Adalbrecht > it is _ours_.... and one day it'll be theirs, the Koertig sons and daughters that she brings forth * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > therefore, you wear it that day. I wore it on mine, your grandfather on his, and so on * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > as you wish * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > It is tradition. Now, I believe Lady Forrester is waiting for you in her room... < 14Adalbrecht > * @Morgan nods, standing to leave < 14Adalbrecht > * Adalbrecht winks, suprisingly < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > don't forget dinner is at seven < 14Adalbrecht > * @Morgan looks surprised as he leaves * @Morgan goes in search of Molly * Adalbrecht is now known as Molly -NickServ- This nickname is registered and protected.  If it is your -NickServ- nick, type /msg NickServ IDENTIFY password .  Otherwise, -NickServ- please choose a different nick. -> * 14nickserv * identify forrester -NickServ- Password accepted - you are now recognized. * Molly 's door stands slightly open, but the voices he hears from within arent hers < 04Molly > A: Well, she said that this was both best for him and her.... B: ell, _I_ heard that she was only a maid in Avalon, so this isn't that suprising... a: Sights set a bit high to wed a veigraf? B: oh admit it, you'd have given it a try as well! A: *she laughs* Well, he is quite handsome... * @Morgan rolls his eyes * @Morgan pushes the door open slowly * Molly 's room is occupied by two maids, both folding Molly's close into her trunks. The red dress she'd been wearing when he saw her last is hung up on the wardrobe door, left behind < 08@Morgan > would one of you care to explain whats going on here... < 04Molly > *they both blush, looking embarrased, and neither answers * @Morgan looks at both of them for a moment < 08@Morgan > fine... gather your things, you're both fired < 04Molly > *they look horrified, but both then curtsey and go* * @Morgan stares at the trunks for a moment, before going hunting for Molly once more * Molly is eventually found in the nursery suite. It's made up of several rooms, the childrens bedroom, a parlour, the storage room with the crib, and two bedrooms for the nurse and governess, neither of whch the house now has * @Morgan enters the room, a frown firmly fixed * Molly is in the final room, which is the teaching room. She takes books from a book shelf, placing them on a table, in front of Varick. He looks at each one. Molly has her back to Morgan, and is wearing the soft pink dress he said she looked pretty in < 04Molly > V: yes.. no.... yes... cant remember.... yes... yes * @Morgan watches them for a moment < 08@Morgan > Varick... < 04Molly > V: *he looks up with a smile, and gets down from the chair. He wraps his arms around Morgan's legs* Morgan! * @Morgan puts a hand on his head * Molly turns round with a warm smile, and a book in her hand. She still looks pretty in the pink dress, and wears a white apron on top < 08@Morgan > Varick, I need to speak to Lady Forrester... would you go and find Inga, please? < 04Molly > V: *he looks to Molly, who nods slightly, before disapearing* * Molly smiles, setting the book down * @Morgan sighs heavily < 08@Morgan > I went to look for you... < 04Molly > Oh! I found Varick, and thought I should return him here... are the maids still loading the trunks? < 08@Morgan > they were... whats going on? < 04Molly > I've had a chat with your father, about Varick, and his needs * @Morgan closes his eyes, rubbing his forehead < 08@Morgan > go on * Molly walks towards the door that leads to the parlour < 04Molly > Come, dear heart, lets get out of this classroom * @Morgan stands fast < 08@Morgan > no... I'd like to know whats going on first * Molly looks puzzled < 04Molly > What's going on is that I'm doing something I think is necessary, something _we_ discussed as necessary, giving Varick some stability < 08@Morgan > that being? < 04Molly > Being his new governess < 08@Morgan > and how does that relate to your belongings being packed? < 04Molly > because I'm going to be sleeping here, to be close by in case he needs me * Molly watches him closely * @Morgan tilts his head back < 08@Morgan > I dont suppose you recall the names of the maids? * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > In truth, I was too excited by the idea that it didn't occur to me to ask < 08@Morgan > perhaps Inga will know... * Molly nods < 04Molly > I was considering taking one or the other as a Ladies made, someone to watch Varick when I can not * @Morgan looks pained * Molly looks sad < 04Molly > I shouldn't really have a Ladies Maid... * @Morgan opens his eyes, looking at her < 08@Morgan > why? * Molly blushes < 04Molly > well, it just seems a little.. above me < 08@Morgan > dont be rediculous * Molly nods < 04Molly > It _would_ be a help wth Varick < 08@Morgan > indeed * Molly watches him < 04Molly > You do not approve... < 08@Morgan > its not that... * Molly frowns < 04Molly > are you sure? * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I'll understand if you insist that I do not < 08@Morgan > no no, its fine * Molly nods < 04Molly > good. I hope it will help him < 08@Morgan > I'm sure it will * Molly opens the door to the parlour < 04Molly > Now would you like to sit? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > for now, yes * Molly goes in to the parlour. Theres a couch and two chairs by the fire, and a small dining table by the window. though the room isnt large, its nice and cosy < 04Molly > You are not staying? < 08@Morgan > it depends on whether or not Inga can catch those two maids < 04Molly > I'm not sure I understand? < 08@Morgan > I... I fired them * Molly sits down on the couch. she looks up, suprised < 04Molly > why?! * @Morgan clears his throat < 08@Morgan > they were packing your things, except the dress my father gave you, and talking about how its better this way... which wouldn't be the first time I've heard that statement... < 08@Morgan > they wouldn't tell me what was going on, so I fired them * Molly looks pained, and holds her hands out to him * @Morgan goes to her and takes them < 04Molly > I could hardly risk Varick ruining it with ink or paint.. I was going to wear it for you again at dnner * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I am sorry if you were worried * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I spoke with my father about Varick... * Molly nods < 04Molly > what had he to say? < 08@Morgan > he said he'd look into the legalities < 04Molly > of? < 08@Morgan > adopting him * Molly nods < 04Molly > I would be interested to hear what he dscovers... was he suprised? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > He was rather suprised that I wanted to be hs governess < 08@Morgan > he's acting very strangely * Molly squeezes his hands < 04Molly > is he? < 08@Morgan > winking at me, telling me not to forget dinner is at seven.... * Molly smiles < 04Molly > oh, I wonder what he thinks might detain you until then? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I haven't a clue * Molly bites her lip < 04Molly > no, I definately can't think of anything you'd become so engrossed in that you missed dinner, not at all.... * Molly giggles, coverng her mouth with her hand < 08@Morgan > no, it'd be quite unlike me < 04Molly > That's true enough * @Morgan looks down < 08@Morgan > I hope those maids can be caught before they leave < 04Molly > why, liebling? < 08@Morgan > they dont deserve to be fired < 04Molly > They must be village girls though? * @Morgan nods * Molly smiles < 04Molly > They will not go far then * Molly looks at him softly < 04Molly > It is nice here, I hope you will come and visit Varick and I here < 08@Morgan > of course * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I would not have you think I had chosen this to prevent us being... * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no no... * Molly nods smiling < 04Molly > It should also prevent us arriving at your door at unexpected times in the night < 08@Morgan > you'd think so.. dont underestimate a determined young boy... < 04Molly > I hope that he will bond to me so that he does not make too many demands of your affection * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > I do not mind * Molly looks to him with a smile < 04Molly > It is not purely for your benefit, or his < 08@Morgan > no? < 04Molly > I enjoy his company, his easy affection... he is a wonderful child * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > he is * Molly goes quiet briefly < 04Molly > I think perhaps your father has realised that there are worse things than you and I being ntimate... < 08@Morgan > oh? < 04Molly > such as Alarce's behaviour * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > aye * Molly grns < 04Molly > I might even suggest that you take up the other spare room here to be near Varick to see hs reaction * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > that would be quite cruel * Molly nods, her eyes innocent < 04Molly > But truly, it would be better for Varick, and less disruptive for all concerned * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > true, true * Molly grins again < 04Molly > I'll ask him before dinner < 08@Morgan > dont... you'll throw him off for his announcement < 04Molly > announcement, liebling? * @Morgan nods * Molly looks puzzled < 04Molly > what is he announcing? < 08@Morgan > that we have a new estates manager < 04Molly > He'll make an announcement for you taking on the task? * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > no < 04Molly > I don't understand < 08@Morgan > no, I know... your fathers come to his decision Session Time: Thu Feb 11 00:00:00 2010 * Molly , as predicted by David, actually shrieks. She flings her arms around him, kissing his cheek several times < 04Molly > This is wonderful news! < 08@Morgan > I rather thought so * @Morgan squeezes her tightly * Molly giggles < 04Molly > When did you discover such? < 08@Morgan > a little while ago * Molly rests her head on his shoulder, holding him close < 04Molly > were you supposed to tell me yet? < 08@Morgan > no, I dont think so * Molly laughs < 04Molly > that was a bit naughty of you liebling < 08@Morgan > yes... yes it was, yet I find I can endure that knowledge with great fortitude * Molly nods, staying close < 04Molly > I thnk I can live with your naughtiness also * @Morgan laughs * Molly pulls away reluctantly < 04Molly > does my mother know? < 08@Morgan > no, not yet < 04Molly > perhaps it should wait until dinner * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I would say so * Molly looks at him, eyes soft < 04Molly > will you come up and take tea with me after dinner? < 08@Morgan > if you wish blossom * Molly nods, biting her lip < 04Molly > I do < 08@Morgan > then I will * Molly nods < 04Molly > I shall look forward to it... * Molly looks at him, trying to decide whether to kiss him or not. * @Morgan sneaks a quick kiss before pulling away * Molly 's contemplaton s brought to a noisy end as Varick comes back in loudly, and jumps on the couch between them < 04Molly > V: Found her! * Molly looks to Morgan, biting her lip and grinning at their lucky miss < 08@Morgan > well done, Varick... < 04Molly > *Inga comes in, dropping a little curtsey to them all < 08@Morgan > Inga... the two girls that were packing Lady Forresters things... you know who they are? < 04Molly > I: yes, my Lord, Felicity and Anneka * Molly moves away a little as Varick nestles between them < 08@Morgan > find them please... tell them they can keep their jobs on the condition that if I ask them a question, they answer it. Then return to me < 04Molly > I: *she curtsies again* yes, my Lord * Molly watches her go, then looks at Morgan < 04Molly > Is Inga staying? * @Morgan nods * Molly nods, looking thoughtful < 04Molly > V: *he looks to Morgan* Lady Forrester is my new governess * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I know < 04Molly > V: she cant marry you now * Molly looks confused * @Morgan raises an eyebrow < 08@Morgan > because... < 04Molly > V: because governesses have to not have husbands... they just get old * Molly laughs, shaking her head < 08@Morgan > I see... < 04Molly > V: *he looks at Morgan earnestly* I _do_ really want her to be my governess * @Morgan nods slowly < 08@Morgan > but I do really want her to be my wife... < 04Molly > V: *he sighs* will we have to have a duel now? * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > it looks like it < 04Molly > V: *he pouts* but thats not fair because you'll win! < 08@Morgan > perhaps we should just wait until closer to the wedding, then... < 04Molly > V: *he looks at Molly sadly, then back to Morgan with an air of defeat* It's ok, you can have her * @Morgan crouches down and holds his arms out to him < 04Molly > V: *he smiles as he hugs Morgan* * @Morgan stands up, holding the boy < 08@Morgan > you realise you need a suit... < 04Molly > V: *he leans against Morgan* what for? * Molly watches them both with an affectionate smile < 08@Morgan > paige boys need a proper suit < 04Molly > V: whats a paige boy? < 08@Morgan > someone who stands with us looking handsome and serious... < 04Molly > V: *he pulls a solemn face* I can do that * Molly smiles < 04Molly > You'll do very well < 04Molly > V: *he nods, and looks to Morgan* When I get married, you can be my paige boy, you already have a suit < 08@Morgan > well thats very kind of you Varick < 04Molly > Isn't Morgan a bit grown up to be a paige boy though? < 04Molly > V: *he nods assessing Morgan* but I _need_ a paige boy < 08@Morgan > I'm sure you'll be able to find one * Molly looks at Morgan with a soft smile, voice to match < 04Molly > or we'll make you one or two... * @Morgan nods slightly < 04Molly > V: and I'll ride Xantha into the church < 08@Morgan > you're obsessed with riding Xantha < 04Molly > V: *he nods* and my woman will ride Aurora * Molly frowns < 04Molly > your _bride_, not your _woman_ < 04Molly > V: *he looks to Morgan as if unsure why it matters* < 08@Morgan > its a matter of respect, Varick < 04Molly > V: *he nods* gotta be nice to women. not always nice back though < 08@Morgan > thats the nature of life < 04Molly > V: why arent they like us? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > Gods sense of humour, perhaps < 04Molly > V: god should make everyone strong. not fair else < 08@Morgan > thats his choice < 04Molly > **there is a knock on the door * @Morgan goes to the door and opens it < 04Molly > Inga *she curtsies* I have done as commanded, my Lord < 08@Morgan > they are staying? < 04Molly > I: yes, my Lord, and asked me to convey their sincere apologies * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'll speak with them later today... < 04Molly > I: *she nods* yes, my Lord < 08@Morgan > one more thing Inga... < 04Molly > I: yes, my Lord? < 08@Morgan > Lady Forrester needs a lady's maid < 04Molly > I: There are a few girls who have been apprenticed under Nanette (veritys maid), should I ask the housekeeper to send them up? * @Morgan looks at Molly * Molly looks at Inga < 08@Morgan > part of the work, of course, is looking after Varick when Lady Forrester isn't available < 04Molly > I: yes, my Lord * @Morgan shrugs slightly at Molly < 04Molly > I am afraid an already trained maid would not suit, for my way of doing things are a little different. I require a maid I can train myself < 04Molly > I: *she smiles slightly* yes, my Lady < 04Molly > V: *still in Morgan's arms* Is Inga going to be Lady Forrester's maid? * @Morgan looks at the boy < 08@Morgan > that'd mean she looks after you at times... would you like that? < 04Molly > V: yes... then you can still marry Lady Forrester, and I can still have a suit * Molly starts to laugh * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > excellent... Inga, you've just had a job reassignment < 04Molly > I: *she curtsies* Thankyou, my Lord * @Morgan turns to look at her * Molly looks to Inga also < 08@Morgan > you see what I mean about noone knowing what the future will bring? < 04Molly > I: *she nods* yes, my Lord < 04Molly > Come back when the clock strikes to prepare for dinner, and I'll show you how I like my hair... for now, if you would ask the kitchen to prepare Varick's dinner... < 04Molly > V: *he looks at Morgan hopefully* chocolate cake? < 08@Morgan > I dont think so * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > proper food please Inga < 04Molly > I: *she curtsies* yes, my Lady. *she looks to Morgan, waiting to be dismissed*# * @Morgan nods at her < 08@Morgan > go... < 04Molly > I: *she leaves* * Molly looks to Varick < 04Molly > Now, let's get your books organised... * @Morgan puts the boy down < 04Molly > V: *he goes through to the school room obediantely* * Molly looks to Morgan < 04Molly > would you like to help? * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > **they follow him in** Session Close: Thu Feb 11 01:56:09 2010 Session Start: Thu Feb 11 01:56:09 2010 < 04Molly > **the afternoon passes quickly, suprising in how well educated Varick already is. A smart child, they listen as he tells them what he's been taught, until the hour before dinner strikes, and Inga arrives to help Molly get ready. The next chime of the clock, an hour later, summons them to dinner, as always. Molly is waiting outside the closed door for him. Back in the red and gold dress, matching gold ribbons tamng her curls, she smiles as he approaches, eyes thoughtful. She looks him head to toe < 04Molly > tamng her curls, she smiles as he approaches, eyes thoughtful. She looks him head to toe * @Morgan looks at the door for a moment before approaching her < 08@Morgan > Good evening blossom * Molly smiles, coming to his side < 04Molly > I thought it better to wait for you... < 08@Morgan > oh? * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I dd not want to accidentally spoil the suprise, which surely I would, had I gone in alone < 08@Morgan > ah, yes * Molly watches him < 04Molly > are you well? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > aye * Molly smiles, looking to the door < 04Molly > shall we? * @Morgan nods, opening he door * Molly waits patiently as Reinhardt, the butler, announces them. The others are all assembled, save Alarice, her place removed from the table, leaving an even number of diners. Morgan's seat is next to his mother, molly next to him, followed by David, Martha and Adalbrecht in turn * @Morgan goes to the table pulling Molly's chair out * Molly thanks him, sitting carefully. They are immediately served drinks. Adalbrecht looks to him, raising an eyebrow in question of all being well * @Morgan nods briefly before sidding down < 04Molly > Ma: *she looks to Adalbrecht, sipping her wine* And then what happened? < 04Molly > Ad: *he smiles* Then we did the only thing we could, we felled several trees, and built a bridge. The battle of Stuttgart was not going to wait for us to go around, and no Eisen man would have gone home when he was needed < 04Molly > *they all nod, and the servants set out the first course* < 04Molly > DA: some would say such weather was an omen of bad luck... *he smiles, slightly indulgently* < 04Molly > AD: *he nods* It was terribly bad luck... for the other side! < 04Molly > *they laugh* < 04Molly > MA: *she looks to Morgan* was there flooding durng your campaigns also? < 08@Morgan > occasionally. Plenty of torrential rain, though < 04Molly > DA: and yet whilst we've been here, it has been good weather, especially good farming weather < 08@Morgan > indeed. I'm quite grateful if I'm honest, everytime it rains something bad's normally bearing down on me < 04Molly > AD: Such as? * @Morgan looks up slightly < 08@Morgan > Wild boars, bandits, dragons, schattenman, the enemy... < 08@Morgan > or I'd have to go and recover HeinzHarold... < 08@Morgan > or, worse, convince a commanding officer he's being stupid < 04Molly > DA: *he laughs* thats a substantial list... how did you convince him? * @Morgan looks at his father, shifting uncomfortably < 08@Morgan > I, ummm... was forced to show him the error of his thought < 04Molly > DA: That is never easy... from either side * @Morgan shrugs slightly < 04Molly > *the women smile at david* < 08@Morgan > frankly he was just pigheaded and stubborn... he believed he knew best because his father had bought him his rank < 04Molly > AD: Not a thing I was prepared to do... < 04Molly > *they all begin to eat* * @Morgan nods, sipping his drink < 04Molly > AD: children must use their own abilities... which reminds me... how is Varick? < 08@Morgan > worryingly clever < 04Molly > AD: He should be an easy pupilk < 04Molly > pupil* * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I expect so * Molly nods also < 04Molly > I think it'll be quite easy, he is naturally inquisitive and quick to learn. What I can not teach him from the books here, we will find books whilst we travel. < 04Molly > AD: *he smiles* I've every confdence in your success < 04Molly > *the others all look at Molly* < 04Molly > Ma: You'll be teaching Varick? * Molly nods with a smile. However at ease she looks to the others, Morgan can detect the briefest flicker of unease in her eyes < 04Molly > Yes, I'll be his governess as well as his main carer, until... well, for as long as is necessary < 04Molly > Ma & Da *they look at each other briefly, but it is Verity who frowns* < 04Molly > AD: *he looks at them all, before looking to Morgan, watching his reaction* * @Morgan calmly sips his drink, shoulders back and back straight, obviously ready for something < 04Molly > AD: *he smiles* Molly is not the only one assuming a new role here, is she, Morgan? * @Morgan looks at his father, feigning confusion < 08@Morgan > I'm going to say... no < 04Molly > AD: *he looks to David, before standing* Ladies, and gentleman... a toast, to the new estates manager *he raises his glass to David.  Rather the toasting, all three woman chatter excitedly, Martha hugging her husband.* * @Morgan stands and joins the toast < 04Molly > Da: *he manages to drag himself, and his limpetted wife, to standing for the toast, followed by the Grafin, and soon-to-be-veisgraffin * Molly smiles broadly at Morgan < 04Molly > Da: Thankyou, my Graf, I'm pleased to accept the post, and look forward to taking up permanant residancy here to watch our family grow together < 04Molly > Ma: *she starts to cry as she hugs him, and Verity wipes away her own tears. adalabrecht nods and smiles * Molly , however, looks a little perturbed, but covers it as best she can * @Morgan places a hand on her arm * Molly looks at him with a smile, layng her own hand over his < 04Molly > **the others sit back down** < 04Molly > AD: Morgan, you will take David around the estates tomorrow? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I've got to try to find that dog, yet < 04Molly > AD: yes, it's becomming a nuisance. It should be a quck job < 04Molly > DA: I've never hunted a dog before... * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > we are sure its actually a dog, aren't we? < 04Molly > AD: I am told so, though I've never seen it < 08@Morgan > I just had a horrible thought that it might be something else < 04Molly > AD: such as? < 08@Morgan > a black dog... wolf... < 04Molly > AD: It is supposedly dark coloured, though I doubt it's a wolf... and you are more than proficient with with a rifle < 08@Morgan > I cant shoot a dog < 08@Morgan > and if its a black dog, shooting it wouldn't help anyway < 04Molly > AD: It's a wild animal causing trouble in the area...do what needs to be done < 08@Morgan > yes sir < 04Molly > AD: *he looks to Martha* I'm having a cottage built for you both, it'll go with thepost of estates manager < 04Molly > Ma: *she grins* Thank you, my Lord, that is very generous of you < 04Molly > AD: You'll take the ladies to see the cottage, Morgan? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > as you wish < 08@Morgan > though David has asked to see it first so that we can discuss any refinements < 04Molly > AD: Of course, in a few days, perhaps. < 04Molly > Ma: *she smiles and nods at Morgan* * @Morgan sips his drink < 04Molly > AD: It should be completed by the end of the week, providing no modification is needed. < 04Molly > DA: I'm sure it will be perfect < 08@Morgan > they're moving along quite quickly with that < 04Molly > AD: I have not started them in the new settlement yet * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > **the servants replace the starters with the main course** < 04Molly > VE: *she looks to Morgan* Is there word on Alarice or Heinrich, dear boy? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > not yet < 04Molly > Ve: *she looks upset* Do you think she is well? < 08@Morgan > I really dont know mother < 04Molly > Ma: *she looks at Verity* She is probably quite well, she had the foresight to take a companion, she probably has taken enough funds to see her lodged safely and securely < 04Molly > Ve: *she smiles weakly* < 04Molly > Ma: * she looks to Morgan, hoping to gain his support* and young women at her age, they never go far * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'm sure she's fine < 04Molly > Ve: I will feel much happier once she has returned < 04Molly > AD: *he looks to Morgan, not speaking* Session Time: Thu Feb 25 00:00:00 2010 * @Morgan raises an eyebrow < 04Molly > Ad: *he looks a little concerned at Veritys eargerness to have Alarice back* * @Morgan frowns slightly * Molly watches the two eisen men, then looks to Verity < 04Molly > Mama is right, I doubt Alarice will have gone far. I'd imagine she'll either arrive in Koln, or return here within a matter of days < 04Molly > Ve:*she smiles* yes, you're more than likely right < 04Molly > **after the main course is quietly consumed, Verity looks to Morgan** < 04Molly > Ve: how did the meeting with the minister go, dear boy? < 08@Morgan > very well < 08@Morgan > though, he does seem to be under the illusion that this is an arranged marriage < 04Molly > **they all look confused** < 04Molly > Ve: perhaps because of the mix of nationalities? < 08@Morgan > perhaps... I didn't want to embarrass him by correcting him, though < 04Molly > Ve: No, of course... I am saddened that reverend Kranz is no longer wth us, it was he who baptised you and Edward * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Ve: it would have been nice for him to perform the wedding < 08@Morgan > indeed it would < 04Molly > Ve: did he say anything else? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > not really * Molly smiles, blushing slightly as she finishes her second glass of wine < 04Molly > AD: I should expect to have replies from the invitations on the morrow < 08@Morgan > how many were there? < 04Molly > AD: *he grins* a fair few < 08@Morgan > I dont think... that counts as an answer < 04Molly > AD: perhaps * @Morgan smiles slightly < 04Molly > AD: *he looks to Verity* About twenty, wasnt it? < 04Molly > Ve: *she nods* twenty families, yes < 08@Morgan > I'm glad I dont have to cook for the food for that many < 04Molly > AD: No, the caterers and extra serving staff will do that * Molly waits til her glass is refilled, and drinks half of it straight off < 04Molly > Ve: It'll mean opening up some of the rooms that we do not use, but do not worry, dear boy, it is no trouble *she smiles* * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I think I'd like to try and find the key for my office < 04Molly > Ve: why, dear boy? < 08@Morgan > I'm acquainted with how curious people get in other peoples houses < 04Molly > AD: These are some of the most noble families in Eisen... * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > and they were some of the most noble in Avalon that went traipsing through my quarters on a regular basis... call it a quirk, a foible if you will < 04Molly > AD: *he nods* ask one of the housekeepers, they can give you a key if needed * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > **the rest of the meal passes peacefully, and soon they're all in the drawing room. Molly sits at the piano, and plays a little, gentle background music. The others play gin rummy at the card table. * @Morgan watches the card game absently < 04Molly > Ad: It'll be expensive, of course, but these things must be done right < 04Molly > Da: I am just glad both my boys married simply! * Molly watches Morgan, but continues to play < 04Molly > AD: *he shrugs* it'll be cheaper for Edward, of course < 04Molly > *they all nod* < 04Molly > Ad: ...if he weds at all... * @Morgan frowns slightly < 04Molly > Ve: *she looks horrfied* why would he not? < 04Molly > Ad: *he looks at hs cards* It's of no moment, do not be troubled < 04Molly > Ve: *she looks to Morgan, but ts clear that she _is_ troubled* * @Morgan glances at his father < 04Molly > Ad: *he continues to look at the cards* < 08@Morgan > we were discussing who would be suitable for him. We had someone in mind, but that may well not come to pass. < 04Molly > Ve: He'll pck his own bride, I don't doubt < 08@Morgan > Perhaps he'll join the explorers guild and adventure all over the world < 04Molly > AD *he smiles at this* Yes, perhaps < 04Molly > Ve: *she frowns, but spotting Adalbrechts smile, says no more. There is a silence that becomes awkward* < 08@Morgan > of course, there's a chance he'll take vows of a different kind < 04Molly > AD and VE both look shocked at this * Molly bites her lip and tries hard not to laugh, looking at the piano < 04Molly > DA: your brother has religious inclinations? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I've not seen him in a long time, so I couldn't say < 04Molly > AD *looks at Verity briefly, but she looks saddened, remembering the fight between them* time will tell * Molly goes back to playing, when the round ends, Martha gets up, and goes to the piano, talking to Molly quietly. molly gets up, and stands beside her mother, who begins to play * Molly looks at Morgan, and begins to sing. < 04Molly > Oh, they say when you marry in June, < 04Molly > You're a bride all your life. * @Morgan sips his drink < 04Molly > And the bridegroom who marries in June < 04Molly > Gets a sweetheart for a wife. < 04Molly > **The others turn to listen, and molly contnues til the end, at which point the others clap* * @Morgan claps, smiling * Molly comes over to him, and smiles at him before smiling at the others < 04Molly > If you'll excuse me, I'll be retiring now < 04Molly > **the others all nod, returning to the card table, each saying good night** < 08@Morgan > So soon blossom? * Molly nods demurely, though her eyes sparkle, a reminder of his promise to join her * @Morgan stands up < 08@Morgan > if you'll all excuse me, I promised to take tea with Molly < 04Molly > AD: of course *his smile looks vaguely like a smirk, however the others all look at each other slightly suprised* * @Morgan offers his arm to Molly * Molly takes his arm, smiling innocently at the others * @Morgan escorts her from the room * Molly waits til they're in the corridor before giggling < 04Molly > that will put the cat amongst the pidgeons < 08@Morgan > I've no doubt * Molly leads the way back to the nursery suite, opening the door to the parlour to let Morgan in < 04Molly > I'll just go along and check on Varick * @Morgan nods * Molly goes back into the corridor. The embers of the fire in the grate glow still, a couple of candles shedding a little light from the mantle. On a table is two cups, and a pot of hot tea * @Morgan goes to the pot and starts pouring * Molly comes back in after a few minutes. She shuts the door behind her. She goes to the fire, kneeling down in front of it, and putting a couple of pieces of wood on to it < 08@Morgan > is he ok? * Molly dusts off her hands as she gets up, going to sit on the couch. she leans down, undoing buckle strap at her ankle < 04Molly > Oh yes, quite well, sleeping like an angel, Inga also * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I doubt we'll be disturbed... * Molly puts the shoe aside, and takes off the second * @Morgan smiles slightly, picking up the two cups * Molly looks up, discrding the other shoe, stockinged feet on the soft carpet. < 04Molly > I hope you don't mind... *she looks down at her feet* < 08@Morgan > of course not * Molly looks back up at him < 04Molly > I'd have understood had you stayed in the drawing room... < 08@Morgan > dont be silly * Molly holds out her hand to take the tea from him * @Morgan hands over the cup < 04Molly > I've no doubt my father thinks the worst < 08@Morgan > probably < 04Molly > though the look upon your father's face confused me somewhat < 08@Morgan > my father is confusing at the best of times * Molly laughs, and sips her tea < 04Molly > I'd rather have him encourage us than forbid us though < 08@Morgan > I dont think he'd be foolish enough to try to forbid us < 04Molly > true enough < 04Molly > I had not realised they were inviting guests... < 08@Morgan > Nor I... though I suppose it was to be expected * Molly nods < 04Molly > It _is_ their house... < 08@Morgan > its more than that, though < 04Molly > Is it? < 08@Morgan > its the future of Sudlachenburg as well... its a community affair, really * @Morgan sits down * Molly smiles, and sips her tea < 04Molly > Strange, how something so personal is also so public * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > one of the pitfalls of being born into such a family * Molly nods < 04Molly > twould have been far simpler were you just Master-at-arms *she grins playfully* * @Morgan sighs slightly < 08@Morgan > aye < 04Molly > and probabl easier had I actually been noble-born * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > not noticably, I'd wager < 04Molly > though I suppose I'd never have been able to be your mistress then, unless I'd already wedded and bedded someone else * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > most likely < 04Molly > It would have been easier for my family though, and my own nerves * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I wonder if they will all come? * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > I dont know... * Molly nudges him gently < 04Molly > so much for our quiet, intimate weddiing < 08@Morgan > and I'm almost sure that my father wont tell me how many < 04Molly > twenty families... I would assume a minimum of three per family on average, so sixty or so? In addition to the villagers, and the household staff * Molly bites her lip < 08@Morgan > And the _extra_ house staff * Molly nods with a slight sigh < 04Molly > all watching, all expecting things to be perfect... * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > thats their issue * Molly nods < 04Molly > I just hope they do not find me inferior < 08@Morgan > they couldn't * Molly blushes < 04Molly > thank you, but I think you overestimate me... I would hate them to judge you for making a poor match < 08@Morgan > judge all they want < 04Molly > will it not affect the strength of Sudlachenburg under your rule? < 08@Morgan > perhaps in the eyes of the stupid. * Molly giggles < 04Molly > perhaps I'll have to try a little harder to behave as a young noble woman with impeccable respectabiliity < 08@Morgan > why? Those who should dont < 04Molly > well, I could hardly behave like Alarice instead! * @Morgan sniggers * Molly looks at him with a raised eyebrow < 04Molly > what is so funny? < 08@Morgan > nothing.... nothing at all < 04Molly > I'm not entirely convinced... surely you would not wish me to behave in such a demanding, lusty manner? < 08@Morgan > perhaps after the wedding? * Molly grins < 04Molly > a true shame, for I was going to show you one of the montaigne courtesan tricks... * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > damn < 04Molly > Surely you could not have believed I was so interested in tea at so late an hour? * Molly laughs * @Morgan blushes * Molly bites her lip to not laugh again < 04Molly > Ah liebling, for one so worldly, you oft suprise me < 08@Morgan > oh? < 04Molly > That you find such things embarrasing... < 08@Morgan > I think, perhaps, I am more... innocent than you might imagine * Molly looks at him, there is a slight wariness in her eyes < 04Molly > I am unsure as to how you could be... < 08@Morgan > a result of closing myself within my own world, I suppose * Molly nods, a pause before she speaks, choosing her words < 04Molly > yes, I can see how that could happen < 08@Morgan > and having had no interest in... _that_ for quite some time, its easy to forget that others still are * Molly now blushes hard, looking rather ashamed < 04Molly > I'm...I'm sorry < 08@Morgan > for? * Molly stands up, and goes to the fire, prodding it a little, before putting on a little more coal < 04Molly > That I have such interests < 08@Morgan > dont be... I do have them, now * Molly nods, turning the coal with the poker, though it no longer needs it < 04Molly > I will endeavour to keep a shorter rein upon it < 08@Morgan > please blossom, dont make me go through explaining all this yet again < 04Molly > You need not, liebling < 08@Morgan > then stop being daft, yes? * Molly smiles, setting the poker aside < 04Molly > It is difficult... it is like walking through an unfamilar room blindfolded... < 08@Morgan > what is? * Molly comes and sits back down < 04Molly > I worry that things I say, things I do, will bring back too many painful memories for you... < 08@Morgan > we've been over this before < 04Molly > In a way, yes * Molly sips her tea < 04Molly > It was wrong of me to invite you up with ulterior motives though... < 08@Morgan > I dont think so < 04Molly > next time, I shall just be brutally frank *she grins* < 08@Morgan > I think that would be an excellent idea < 04Molly > I just would not wish to shock you with my intentions < 08@Morgan > I dont know shocking would occur... < 04Molly > only because you do not know of the things I think of when I am alone... * @Morgan looks intrigued * Molly smiles sweetly < 04Molly > ah but lieblng, did you not just say that you did not wish me to behave in such a manner until after the wedding? < 08@Morgan > I dont recall saying that < 04Molly > I asked if you wished me to behave in a demanding, lusty manner, and you said after the wedding... * Molly smiles as she sips her tea < 08@Morgan > ah yes, but... I didn't say _not_ to before the wedding, did I < 04Molly > oh, _and_ after the wedding, not instead of now... * Molly giggles < 08@Morgan > quite * Molly nods < 04Molly > Perhaps it was the curiosity at the courtesan trick... < 08@Morgan > what was? < 04Molly > that made you inclined to have me behave so < 08@Morgan > possibly, possibly * Molly smiles, and finishes her tea. She stands up, and goes to the door * @Morgan sips his tea < 04Molly > **there is a slight click, and then she turns back to him, extinguishing a candle with moistened fingertips, darkening the room slightly. < 04Molly > Can I ask something? < 08@Morgan > of course < 04Molly > You need not answer if it discomfits you... when you said a moment ago, about your desires returning... when did it happen? * Molly gets to the couch, voice quieter in the lower light < 08@Morgan > its hard to say, really * Molly nods < 04Molly > I should imagine Evie had a large hand in such changes < 08@Morgan > not really * Molly looks slightly suprised < 04Molly > You can not recall a time when you became aware of such? * @Morgan blushes * Molly tilts her head slightly, watching him, and smiles < 04Molly > a guilder for them, liebling... < 08@Morgan > I think the first time I noticed them again... was the afternoon you fell in the pool * Molly looks very suprised < 04Molly > oh! I hadn't... I wouldn't have guessed that < 08@Morgan > no? < 04Molly > I would have guessed that it was whilst you were last here * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no, I came to terms with them when I was last here * Molly bites her lip, watching him. She has remained standing < 04Molly > I wonder what it was that made you realise... < 08@Morgan > use your imagination * Molly smiles < 04Molly > My imagination is far too dangerous to be used in such a way * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > perhaps < 04Molly > Your thoughts were probably far more innocent than my mind would make them! < 08@Morgan > possibly, but I suspect yours are much more entertaining * Molly grins < 04Molly > mine have you kicking yourself that you did not insist on removing the wet shift yourself... * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > not terribly far away from reality * Molly smiles, and speaks quietly < 04Molly > I would have let you < 08@Morgan > Perhaps, but it would have been wrong to do so * Molly shrugs slightly < 04Molly > If you believe that to be wrong, you'll probably object to what I intend to show you... < 08@Morgan > let me rephrase... it would have been wrong _then_ < 04Molly > ahhh I see. It would not have been wrong to me... In truth, I think I would have been rather pleased * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > It wans't the right time * Molly looks intrigued < 04Molly > and if it happened now, would you take the shift off me with our own hands I wonder... < 08@Morgan > I think so * @Morgan sips his tea * Molly nods, watching him drink the tea, waiting for him to be done < 04Molly > good * @Morgan puts the cup back on its saucer and puts it to one side * Molly moves closer, standing in front of him. She watches him carefully reading his expression, his body language. Her own expression is confident, smiling, pupls wide, though there is a slght nervousness to her. She lifts the hem of her dress up, which flashes the red ribbon garters that hold up her stockings. Moving forward, she kneels with her left leg against his right, and then settling her right against his left until she's sat astride his lap, facing him < 04Molly > settling her right against his left until she's sat astride his lap, facing him < 04Molly > I hope I am not hurting you... * @Morgan looks at her, smiling < 08@Morgan > no blossom < 04Molly > Good... now, this is something I'd heard about upon my trip to Carleon on the Coral... * Molly reaches behind her, and there is a slight noise as she undoes a ribbon. The neckline right the way over the shoulders, and down to the cleavage slackens. She covers her bosom with the fabric, holding it in place with her right forearm, slipping out her left arm from the sleeve slowly, and then repeats the process for the other, until she just has the fabric across her breasts. just underneath the breast line, the corset support of the dress remains done up < 04Molly > the breast line, the corset support of the dress remains done up < 04Molly > The idea is that you show him exactly what he is missing... *she fidgets slightly, getting comfortable in his lap, and her thighs squeeze his gently*   < 08@Morgan > I see... I think * Molly nods. She runs the tips of the fingers of her right hand down past her ear, and on to the soft skin on her neck. She closes her eyes, tilting her head back, taking in the sensation. her voice becomes slightly lower* < 04Molly > You have to explore yourself, your skin, your curves... * Molly 's fingers run out along her collarbone, and round to the dimple at the base of her throat, eyes opening, smiling at him, before her touch runs back up to ear. * @Morgan smiles back < 04Molly > if done properly, it should have him wishing it were his hands exploring * @Morgan nods * Molly moves her fingers back down her neck, and down the central line of her chest, breathing in deeply as she does. She bites her lower lip, the strokes running repeatedly up and down, descending deeper into the crevice each time. She shivers slightly, a little murmur coming from deep in her throat * @Morgan fidgets slightly, breathing shallowly * Molly 's thighs tighten against his own reflexively. She brings the hand from the centre out over the top curve of her right breast, fingers lingering, a slow, sensual caress. two fingers trail to the top of the red fabric before stealing below. Her breathing also speeds up, nd she watches him intently < 04Molly > is everything ok? * @Morgan coughs < 08@Morgan > oh yes * Molly nods. She runs her fingers to the centre of the fabric and pulls it slightly, giving him an ample view of her breasts < 04Molly > good... I would hope you would tell me if you were uncomfortable * @Morgan nods < 14Morgan3di > I trust you will stop if you become uncomfortable? * Molly lets the fabric go back against her breasts. She cups the fullness of her breast with her hand, unable to capture it all. She squeezes the soft curve firmly, moaning slightly * Morganmob fidgets slightly * Molly can't help but press down against him. She uses both hands to squeeze her breasts. There is something in the way she has done all of it, a confidence, as if it isn't the first time she's done it * Morgan3di groans slightly, hips rising to meet hers * Molly 's breathing speeds, becoming shallower, heart thudding at the strange new intimacy of feeling him so clearly against the softest parts of her, seperated merely by the layers of fabric they're both wearing. She allows the fabric covering her breasts to drop, leaving the lucious curves exposed, nipples hard < 04Molly > * Morgan3di 's gaze drops to her breasts, breathing coming in short bursts < 04Molly > * Molly runs her fingers around the outsides of her nipples on both breasts, getting closer and closer to the centre. She watches him, wetting her lower lip with the tp of her tongue. She pinches her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, her back arching, head back, eyes closed. She breathes in sharply, exhaling a soft moan, and her thighs clamp briefly against his * Morgan3di moans, hips making a grinding motion * Molly moves her ample hips from side to side, rubbing against him. If he has any doubts that her actions are done without full knowledge of the effect it might have, these are dispelled by the mischief in her eyes. Right hand caressesing her left breast, she lets the other hand unpin her hair, which falls in deep red ringlets down over her breasts, hiding her hardened nipples from his sight. She watches him < 04Molly > ((done)) * @Morgan blushes bright red, breathing coming in ragged bursts * Molly pushes the wayward locks back over her shoulders. She wiggles briefly, before sliding back to be sat half way up his thighs, which removes all the pressure and friction. she looks first to his expression, and then to his hands ((postion plus whether his fists are clenched/open)) * @Morgan 's hands are by his sides, more or less open * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > does it work? < 08@Morgan > I think so * Molly smiles and nods < 04Molly > apparently it makes a great deal of revenue < 08@Morgan > I would imagine it does < 04Molly > Of course, there are far more steps to such a thing < 08@Morgan > I've no doubt * Molly blushes < 04Molly > Still... perhaps some of the courtesan tricks are best left to the courtesans... < 08@Morgan > for now, yes * Molly leans down, and kisses his neck softly < 04Molly > perhaps always < 08@Morgan > if you wish < 04Molly > Some of the things I heard are quite shocking, even for one with an imagination such as mine * Molly pulls away, sitting upright once more. < 04Molly > I think perhaps we ought to go to bed * @Morgan coughs slightly < 08@Morgan > perhaps you;re right * Molly shrugs < 04Molly > you have to be up early * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > as always * Molly moves carefully to sit beside him, and quickly recovers her breasts, putting the sleeves back on < 04Molly > I'll probably be busy also < 08@Morgan > oh? < 04Molly > I have Varick to care for < 08@Morgan > of course. * Molly does up the ribbon, and then stands up, brushing down her skirt, fussing with it < 04Molly > I'll see you at dinner though * @Morgan nods * Molly walks to the door, undoing the lock * @Morgan stands up, brushing himself off * Molly stands by it, hand on the door handle * @Morgan walks toward the door < 04Molly > goodnight, liebling < 08@Morgan > goodnight blossom * Molly opens the door for him * @Morgan kisses her gently on the cheek before leaving the room * Molly watches him go before shutting the door carefully < 04Molly > ~the next morning is warm and clear when he rises, his temporary valet bringing him coffee and freshly pressed clothes * @Morgan watches his valet carefully < 04Molly > **the valet is a young man, and goes about hs business properly, offerng Morgan a shave, or to have breakfast brought in < 08@Morgan > What do you do... < 04Molly > V: I don't understand, my Lord < 08@Morgan > before being assigned as my valet... what did you do? < 04Molly > V: Gardener, my Lord * @Morgan smiles faintly < 08@Morgan > gone from cutting one growth to another < 04Molly > V: yes, my Lord < 04Molly > *he stands formally, hands intertwned, waiting for orders* < 08@Morgan > has there been any word from HainzHarold? < 04Molly > No, my Lord * @Morgan sighs slightly < 08@Morgan > tell me... can you read? < 04Molly > *he looks embarrased* a little * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > good... would you go to the library and see if you can find a book on Eisen noble families please < 04Molly > *he nods, and excuses himself* < 04Molly > **he returns about ten minutes later with a large book* < 08@Morgan > thank you Session Time: Mon Mar 01 00:00:00 2010 < 04Molly > **the book is called Gunter's Peerage, a thick tome, printed on the new presses in Freiburg, one a year, every year, updated for births, marriages and deaths. Alphabetically by surname, but also in the back geographically, it contains details of all the current nobles, and the lines they hail from < 04Molly > V: *he waits by the door* < 08@Morgan > now... I'm going to need some shot for my rifle < 04Molly > *again, he leaves, doing as he's told* * @Morgan searches through the book < 04Molly > ((what for?)) < 08@Morgan > ((a family crest)) < 04Molly > **each entry for surname has a crest * @Morgan studies the crest before making a copy of it < 04Molly > **as he moves through the pages, there are a few here and there that have been ringed in pencil * @Morgan frowns, making a note of them < 04Molly > **they're all fairly local, from within Fischler, and down into Silgrund on the south west * @Morgan makes a note to speak to his father about it, before closing the book < 04Molly > *the valet returns with the shot* * @Morgan stands up, placig the book on a table < 04Molly > V: *he waits patiently* < 08@Morgan > do you know where my father is? < 04Molly > At breakfast, my Lord * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'll be going to see him first I think < 04Molly > V: yes, my Lord * @Morgan picks up the book, tucks it under his arm and heads towareds the door < 04Molly > V: *he opens it for Morgan* < 08@Morgan > thank you * @Morgan heads down to the dining room < 04Molly > **they're all there, except Molly * @Morgan stands near the door, not wanting to interrupt * Molly is now known as Adalbrecht * Adalbrecht and the others are all eating quietly, not talking * @Morgan coughs quietly * Adalbrecht looks around first < 14Adalbrecht > good morning *the others greet him also* * @Morgan nods to them all < 14Adalbrecht > You are taking breakfast? < 08@Morgan > no, thank you. I was wondering if I might have a word with you before I go * Adalbrecht stands up < 14Adalbrecht > of course. my study? * @Morgan nods, bowing slightly to everyone before heading in that direction * Adalbrecht follows him, opening the door. He settles in his chair, waiting for Morgan to sit < 14Adalbrecht > what can I do for you? * @Morgan sits down, setting the book on the desk < 08@Morgan > Mostly idle curiosity... I was wondering if you have any idea why some names in this are circled < 14Adalbrecht > Yes * @Morgan looks at his father questioningly < 14Adalbrecht > for the guest list * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I see < 14Adalbrecht > that is a concern? < 08@Morgan > no... I wondered if perhaps it was a list of prospective... betrothals, pencilled in before I returned < 14Adalbrecht > Not at all... I had already decided * @Morgan looks intrigued < 14Adalbrecht > Alarice < 08@Morgan > I think I shall remain quietly grateful that did not come to pass * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > Myself also. I could not have picked a better veisgrafin, wife, and mother than you will make of Molly * @Morgan grins * Adalbrecht smiles also < 14Adalbrecht > you have somethng to say to that? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no, I dont think so. < 08@Morgan > I'm about to head out to find that dog < 14Adalbrecht > And to take David to see the village * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > Don't let me delay you then * @Morgan nods, standing up < 08@Morgan > thank you for your time * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > good hunting * @Morgan nods, leaving the room < 14Adalbrecht > *David makes his way towards the yard, where he waits for Morgan* * Adalbrecht is now known as forrester * @Morgan wanders along, fiddling with his rifle * forrester watches Xantha and a chesnut horse being saddled * @Morgan goes over to Xantha < 08@Morgan > good morning David < 14forrester > Good morning Morgan. Have you seen Molly this morning? < 08@Morgan > no, I haven't * forrester nods < 14forrester > We ought to get going * forrester mounts the horse easily * @Morgan nods, climbing up into the saddle < 14forrester > Where do we go first? < 08@Morgan > towards the village, then out into the forest * forrester nods < 14forrester > perhaps a pub for a spot of lunch, if time runs away with us * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I could do with stopping in the village < 14forrester > then that will be a good plan * @Morgan nods, putting his rifle in the holster on his saddle < 14forrester > **they ride down towards the village, which even at this early hour is bustling with people, stalls selling food, leather. Hats are doffed, and curtsies made, as Morgan is recognised * @Morgan rides through, smiling at the people < 14forrester > Whatever the woman said, it does not look much like you have anything to fear from rebellion < 08@Morgan > she was blustering... understandably < 14forrester > aye * forrester waits to see which way they turn < 14forrester > It is a close knit community? * @Morgan nods absently < 08@Morgan > indeed * @Morgan heads towards a stall selling rope * forrester follows < 14forrester > How demanding is this job? < 08@Morgan > which job? < 14forrester > mine, the one I've taken * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > its not easy work, I guarantee that... hows your reading coming along? < 14forrester > Of Eisen? *he laughs* < 08@Morgan > whichever... records will need to be kept * forrester actually looks quite offended < 14forrester > my reading and writing of Avalon is perfect, and has been since before you were born I've no doubt! * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > no doubt.... as long as records are kept, in Avalon is good enough for now < 14forrester > my Eisen is passable * @Morgan nods, climbing down out of the saddle and approaching a vendor * forrester gets down also. The man at the stall is familiar, his old compatriot Stefan, who'd gone down into the burrow to discover more about the bandits. He's tall, and blonde, but very wiry < 08@Morgan > Stefan... < 14forrester > S: *he doffs his own hat* Good morning, my Lord. I hear congratulations are in order * @Morgan nods, smiling < 08@Morgan > Stefan, I have the pleasure of introducing the man who will be my father in law... David Forrester, this is Stefan < 14forrester > S: Nice to meet you, sir. Very pretty young girl, that daughter of yours. You're a lucky man, my Lord, always did have a way with pretty women * forrester smiles < 14forrester > Ah the joys of youth < 08@Morgan > David here will be taking the role of estates manager < 14forrester > S: *he nods* That'll be good, we've been needing a new one for a while * @Morgan nods * forrester smiles < 08@Morgan > I need some rope, Stefan < 14forrester > S: what sort? < 08@Morgan > not rigging rope, something fairly thing < 08@Morgan > thin** < 14forrester > S: *he sorts through them, finding two different thicknesses, one about pencil width, and another slightly thicker* < 08@Morgan > I'll take the thicker < 14forrester > S: what length, my Lord? * @Morgan frowns slightly < 08@Morgan > ten metres < 14forrester > S: *he measures roughly, a little extra on each end, and wraps it around itself* There we go, two marks.... * @Morgan hands over the coins < 14forrester > S: Thank you, my Lord * @Morgan nods at him, before turning to David < 08@Morgan > anything you need? * forrester shakes his head < 14forrester > No, thank you * @Morgan nods before going back to the horse * forrester also remounts < 14forrester > he seems like a friendly chap < 08@Morgan > lets see if we can find this dog < 08@Morgan > indeed... he's a reliable fellow < 14forrester > lead the way, Morgan * @Morgan leads the way into the woods behind the village < 14forrester > ((how close to the ruin or new camp or sashas?)) < 08@Morgan > ((fairly close to the new camp)) * forrester follows, taking in the scenery. The new camp can be heard, the sounds of felled timber and sawing in preparation, though there is no sound of a dog * @Morgan carries on riding, skirting the village < 14forrester > **It's a little while before they hear the howling, further out into the woods * @Morgan takes out his rifle and loads it before putting it back in its seating < 14forrester > How far into the woods do we go? < 08@Morgan > as far as is necessary * @Morgan holds out a pistol * forrester takes it < 14forrester > what is the problem with the dog? < 08@Morgan > its taking poultry and generally driving the villagers up the wall * forrester nods < 14forrester > Best to be rid of it then < 08@Morgan > I'm not so sure < 14forrester > how so? < 14forrester > **the howling seems to get closer** < 08@Morgan > if its just a dog, perhaps it can be... caught < 14forrester > a wild animal? I doubt that < 14forrester > **suddenly the howling stops* < 08@Morgan > damn * @Morgan rummages in a pack and produces some dried meat * forrester looks around, watching the bushes all around them * @Morgan climbs down, unhitching his rifle < 14forrester > *a rustling from one of the bushes catches david's attention, along with a flash of dark fur * forrester points in the direction * @Morgan tosses some meat in that direction < 14forrester > *slowly, cautiously, the line of bushes parts, muzzle low to the ground, the black dog takes the food, and then looks up. It is a face Morgan recognises, though one weathered by the almost three years that have past, and the poor conditions of a life outdoors. It disapears back into the bushes * @Morgan crouches down, putting his gun aside * forrester watches, puzzled * @Morgan whistles quietly, throwing more food < 14forrester > **the dog reappears, once more taking the food, before retreating to the safety of the undergrowth * @Morgan throws more, closer to himself < 14forrester > **once more, the dog comes out, wary still, moving slow. Tall at the shoulder, it crouches, walking lower to the ground. It clearly is waiting to be shooed, or hit * @Morgan slowly holds out some meat < 14forrester > **it comes closer, inch by inch, and he can see it's tangled fur, some wounds still bleeding across it's back, and on its flank, a large patch of scarring above the left leg, which it favours slightly < 08@Morgan > come on, you big dolt < 14forrester > **it stops completely, panting slightly, tongue lolling, wolf-like * @Morgan continues to hold out the meat < 14forrester > **it moves forward, stretching as far as possible to take it * @Morgan stays very still, humming slightly < 14forrester > **the dog takes the meat, pulling it from Morgan's hand before backing away* * @Morgan moves slowly, holding out more meat < 08@Morgan > come on now... < 14forrester > **it moves towards him, taking the meat. This time, chews it, and doesn;t back away * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > well now * @Morgan wiggles his fingers slightly < 14forrester > **it comes again, this time sniffing Morgan's fingers before fixing him that wolfish gaze < 08@Morgan > what the devil have you been up to, hmm? < 14forrester > **the dog pants a little, which pulls its mouth into an almost-grin * forrester looks to Morgan < 14forrester > Am I missing something? * @Morgan holds out some more meat < 08@Morgan > aye, probably < 08@Morgan > this big brutal animal thats been terrorising the village... < 08@Morgan > is my dog < 14forrester > **it takes it, settling at Morgan's feet < 14forrester > Your dog?! * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > are you ready to come home, mutt? < 14forrester > **it licks his hand < 14forrester > You aren't really going to take it back to the house? * @Morgan holds out his arms, obviously offering to pick it up < 08@Morgan > why wouldn't I? < 14forrester > well, its... *he shrugs* how the hell can t be your dog, yet running aound here unknown? < 14forrester > **it lets him pick it up * @Morgan carries it towards the edge of the woods < 08@Morgan > well... do you know every animal that belongs to Lady Torrington? < 14forrester > no, I suppose not * forrester follows them < 08@Morgan > and that is precisely my point < 14forrester > but surely _you_ knew? < 08@Morgan > only when I saw him * @Morgan goes back into the village < 14forrester > You lost him then? * @Morgan nods * forrester looks really confused < 14forrester > but you did not think the stray dog could be the one you lost? < 08@Morgan > no. * @Morgan turns to look at David < 08@Morgan > I had thought... in the fire... * forrester looks sympathetic < 14forrester > I'm sorry, I did not think * @Morgan nods before turning and walking again * @Morgan stops suddenly < 08@Morgan > I left my rifle * forrester nods < 14forrester > you wish me to fetch it? < 08@Morgan > if you would. I'll be at the smithy * forrester turns back to the woods * @Morgan is stood outside the smithy, still holding the dog when David catches up < 14forrester > **the smithy is open, the familiar smell of smelting metal and the hammers ringing the same the world over * forrester wanders up, leading the horse < 14forrester > Are you to show me the cottage now? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > if you wish to < 14forrester > Martha will kill me otherwise. She kept me up all night as it was * forrester goes slightly red, and takes out his cigarette tin * @Morgan laughs, heading off towards the site of the cottage * forrester follows him through the woodland, and towards the bank of the Sudlache. When they get to the clearing, the dog starts to fidget < 08@Morgan > I think the idea of a new home makes all women ever so slightly... overactive of mind * forrester looks around, first at the almost finished cottage * @Morgan pats the dog gently < 08@Morgan > I know, I know < 14forrester > Aye, well, twas not her mind that was the problem! < 14forrester > **the dog continues to struggle * @Morgan loops some rope around the dog to act as a leash and puts it down * forrester starts towards the house, and the rope is quickly pulled on tight. The cottage isnt situated exactly where the old one once was, the ruin still clear behind it * @Morgan whistles to the dog < 14forrester > **he disapears around to the ruin, where he begins to growl < 08@Morgan > Excuse me David * @Morgan follows the dog round * forrester waits patiently < 14forrester > **The dog stands upon the charred ruin of what was once its happy home, growling low, sounding rather savage, but growling at seemingly nothing at all * @Morgan goes to stand beside the dog < 14forrester > **It sniffs at the broken, blackened timbers at its feet, all that remains so many years on, after rains and floods have swept away soot and ash, burnt fabrics, all their clothes, all their treasured memories, all thei furniture. He howls, head tilted to the tips of the trees, a painful sound to hear. The wind is calm, the only other sound a slight whisper in the leaves, and the familiar lapping of the Sudlache against the bank * @Morgan puts his hand on the dogs head < 14forrester > **he leans against Morgan, whining < 08@Morgan > I know * forrester comes around the side of the building, looking at man and beast together < 14forrester > I heard the howl, is all well? * forrester looks at the ground, and the remains, and the colour fades from his cheeks as realisation dawns * @Morgan sighs heavily < 14forrester > I... He shouldn't have built this here < 08@Morgan > the thought had occured to me at the time * forrester looks thoughtful < 14forrester > I hope that Molly will still visit us < 08@Morgan > I'm sure she will * forrester nods < 14forrester > have you brought her here? < 08@Morgan > no < 14forrester > would it be easier if it had been cleared completely? < 08@Morgan > I would think so < 14forrester > I could ask the Graf, under the idea that we would use the land to farm? * @Morgan nods absently < 14forrester > Then I'll do that. I'll look at the cottage. Come along when you're ready, no hurry * @Morgan nods * @Morgan tugs slightly on the rope < 08@Morgan > come on * forrester goes back round the building. the wind pcks up slightly, the trees rustling. So many memories here, both happy and sad. The first day they moved in, the long cold winter when they first discovered Jana was coming to them, the shrieks from her tny lungs that he could hear the moment he got back to the clearing. Her first steps, then the last he saw her take the day it happened... *the dog goes along with him* < 14forrester > *the dog goes along with him* * @Morgan leads the dog into the new cottage * forrester is already looking around < 14forrester > Aye, nice. Good size. Martha will be very pleased < 08@Morgan > and you? * forrester nods < 08@Morgan > despite our issues, I wish you to be happy here < 14forrester > I like it. We'll do well here. * forrester looks to Morgan * @Morgan nods < 14forrester > I was under the understanding that providing I leave you and Moll to whatever... business you have together, we had no issues < 08@Morgan > past issues would have been more accurate * forrester puts his hand on his shoulder < 14forrester > Aye, we're to be family in less than a fortnight * @Morgan nods < 14forrester > I always thought Moll would have a little cottage lke this, when she settled down < 08@Morgan > if things had been different, she might have. I hope my fathers house is not a disappointment * forrester laughs hard < 14forrester > have you never _looked_ at the place?! * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > its grand and overstated.... < 14forrester > its a bloody castle! < 08@Morgan > bit over the top, no? < 14forrester > That depends.... I think Moll deserves to be treated like a princess, therefore its just right < 08@Morgan > a fair point * forrester grins < 14forrester > I thought so < 14forrester > **the cottage looks to be in good order, just a few furnishings to go in. the dog behaves perfectly, til they get outside, when he begins to whine once more. The limp also seems a little worse * @Morgan looks down at the dog < 08@Morgan > Come on, lets get you to the house and patched up < 14forrester > **they make their way back through the village, both leading the horses. When they get to the only Inn, a familiar looking horse is tied up outside * @Morgan looks it up and down < 14forrester > **Its one of his father's horses. next to it is another horse, unfamiliar, but the reins are tied together * @Morgan looks to David < 08@Morgan > you still wish to have lunch? < 14forrester > aye * @Morgan nods and ties the dogs rope to Xantha's saddle < 08@Morgan > keep him safe, Xantha < 14forrester > ** Xantha looks at the dog wth mild disdain before looking back at Morgan * @Morgan gives the horse a flat look < 08@Morgan > just do as you're told < 14forrester > **xantha snorts, and looks at the dog again * forrester laughs < 14forrester > I hope you find Moll easier to tame than that horse! < 14forrester > **Xantha looks at David mildly murderously * @Morgan shrugs slightly < 08@Morgan > she's a damn sight smarter than he is * forrester laughs again < 14forrester > Good job is that! < 14forrester > *xantha attempts to nip David* * @Morgan slaps the horse gently < 08@Morgan > behave and do as I told you. < 14forrester > *Xantha watches Morgan, defeated < 08@Morgan > good boy * @Morgan produces half a carrot for the horse < 14forrester > *he munches it < 14forrester > lunch then? * @Morgan nods, opening the door for David < 14forrester > **the Inn is half full, several little groups here and there, and a few proping up the bar. One of whom has very blonde hair, broad shoulders and about Morgan's height, recoginsably HeinzHarold. < 14forrester > Shall I find a table? * @Morgan nods, looking round for anyone else he knows < 14forrester > **all of them are vaguley recognisable, villagers who are regulars, but no-one he's particularly frends with * @Morgan heads to the bar, shouldering up against HeinzHarold < 14forrester > **The info that HH gives him is this: before dawn Alarice and the governess were seen high-taling out of die Dauerhaftigkeit, with one of the Koertig horses (Alarice brought and took her own). By the time the witness alerted HH, he quickly mounted and followed their tracks. He got to Innesbruck early in the morning, and located the horse left in the stables of the old Baron, Morgan's uncle Hans' house (which now is Varicks, in trust under Alarice). The maids report that a coach was taken, plus several trunks, and lots of the heirlooms with value, including the Panzerhand that came through Alarice's mother < 14forrester > Morgan's uncle Hans' house (which now is Varicks, in trust under Alarice). The maids report that a coach was taken, plus several trunks, and lots of the heirlooms with value, including the Panzerhand that came through Alarice's mother < 14forrester > **As HH is about to continue, there is a sudden lull in the noise of the Inn, followed by the sound of a fist meeting flesh, and then a thud of a body hitting the ground * @Morgan turns * forrester stands over the fallen man, rubbing his knuckles, cheeks red, clearly furious. The onlookers make no move to either retaliate, or help the other man * @Morgan looks at the man on the ground < 14forrester > **he looks ok, apart from a split lip. He is one of the vllagers, not well-known to Morgan * @Morgan sighs slightly before talking to the innkeeper < 08@Morgan > be so good as to fetch a pale of water please < 14forrester > **the innkeeper does so, clearly used to such things happening * @Morgan goes over to David * forrester still looks angry, though backs away < 08@Morgan > so? < 14forrester > so what? < 08@Morgan > what was said? < 14forrester > **the other men pick up the man, who storms out < 14forrester > I'd rather not say < 08@Morgan > I'd really rather you did * forrester looks at him, obviously not wanting to, meeting morgan's eyes without looking away, but doesnt speak * @Morgan looks at him, no challenge to his expression * forrester speaks, sulkily < 14forrester > fine. one of the men asked if Moll was to be your second wife, and he replied 'well, she wouldn' be my first choice either' so I hit him * @Morgan nods, speaking over his shoulder < 08@Morgan > HeinzHarold, be so good as to find the man with the split lip please < 14forrester > HH: *he goes to do as Morgan asks, going outside* * @Morgan motions to the seats * forrester stays seated. A minute later, HH comes back in, informing Morgan that he's tied him to the rail wth the horses * @Morgan starts laughing < 14forrester > **the other villagers don't seem very interested, not wanting to risk catching Morgan's negative attention < 14forrester > Now what? < 08@Morgan > I'll have a word with him in just a moment < 14forrester > **the innkeeper brings over the bucket of water, and also two pints of ale < 08@Morgan > thank you... are you still cooking? < 14forrester > I: if you want something cooked, yes, my Lord < 08@Morgan > what meat do you have on? < 14forrester > I: chicken,lamb and beef, my Lord < 08@Morgan > two lamb then, thank you < 14forrester > *he goes to prepare it* * @Morgan sips his ale * forrester drinks his ale. he watches Morgan < 14forrester > I will not apologise. < 08@Morgan > you might want to put your hand in the water * forrester does so < 08@Morgan > and what on earth makes you think that I would even ask, let alone demand? < 14forrester > He is one of the villagers, one of the people here < 08@Morgan > that does not give him the right to insult your daughter < 08@Morgan > if you'll excuse me a moment * @Morgan stands and goes outside < 14forrester > **the man stands beside the horse rail, hands bound to it * @Morgan smiles at the man * forrester is now known as villager * villager looks confused, lip still bleeding.he's in his early twenties < 08@Morgan > now then... why dont you tell me what we should do from here < 14villager > ummmm let me go? < 08@Morgan > no, I dont think so < 14villager > I thought you might say that < 08@Morgan > so lets come to some mututally agreeable arrangement, yes? * villager is obviously the sort who finds himself funny < 14villager > You let me go, and I _dont_ make up a clever story about how I escaped? * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > very good... * villager looks pleased with himself < 08@Morgan > I'll leave you to think about it... incidentally, that dog is quite savage, and the horse moreso... chances are they'll hurt you more than I would if you try to leave * villager looks at both animals warily < 14villager > thats a bit harsh, I was only making a joke < 08@Morgan > but, I find the idea of you getting savaged quite funny... * villager looks horrified < 14villager > but... but... < 08@Morgan > you stay there and think about what the appropriate action would be, and I'll be back in a moment to see if its good enough < 14villager > I dont know!! < 08@Morgan > you've got time to think on it * @Morgan smiles at him < 14villager > but I wont think of anything that you'll agree to!! * villager starts to look really scared < 08@Morgan > I'm not an unreasonable man < 14villager > thats not what people said! they said you beat up your brother and he had to go to Freiburg for treatment! * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > thats possibly true... I dont do anything without good reason. < 14villager > but thats your brother! i have no chance < 08@Morgan > lets put that aside as sibling arguments getting out of hand. Its very simple. Assume I'm a reasonable man... assume I'm you and you'd just had your wife to be insulted. What would _you_ awnt? * villager sighs < 14villager > I'd want him flogged. But I didnt mean it, I was just tryng to get a laugh < 08@Morgan > flogging... I hadn't thought of that * villager just nods mutely < 08@Morgan > I'll speak with Mr. Forrester and see what he thinks of the idea. You can stay there for now * villager nods again * @Morgan looks at the horse < 08@Morgan > if he tries to escape, stop him * @Morgan looks at the man < 14villager > *Xantha nips the villager for good measure* < 08@Morgan > perhaps another solution will come to mind... keep thinking * villager cries out, and nods < 14villager > yes, my lord * @Morgan goes back inside to eat Session Close: Mon Mar 01 05:20:16 2010 Session Start: Mon Mar 01 05:20:16 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Mon Mar 01 05:20:17 2010 Session Start: Mon Mar 01 22:13:07 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * villager is now known as Forrester * Forrester sits at the table, talking to HeinzHarold, and drinking his ale * @Morgan goes to the table * Forrester looks at him < 14Forrester > Is it finished? < 08@Morgan > good lord no < 08@Morgan > I've left him to think it over * Forrester laughs < 14Forrester > tied up? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > he's trying to decide what would be a suitable solution... so far he's come up with flogging < 14Forrester > I: *he brings over their lunch, setting it down with cutlery < 08@Morgan > though he's fairly sure I'm going to allow him to be savaged < 14Forrester > Aye, both sound good to me * Forrester starts to eat. He watches HH as if he's slightly stupid * @Morgan rolls his eyes slightly and sits down, barging HH further along the bench < 08@Morgan > HH: *grunts and shoves back before sliding along the seat* * Forrester looks very confused at how this villager is allowed to treat the veigraf in that manner * @Morgan eats some of the lamb < 14Forrester > Flogging isnt a bad idea though * Forrester continues his lunch, though keeps a watchful eye on HH < 08@Morgan > possibly, but its neither of our places to put that into action * Forrester suddenly grins < 14Forrester > Do you have stocks? < 08@Morgan > there are some < 08@Morgan > HH: *leans over and filches a potato from Morgans plate* < 14Forrester > perhaps an afternoon of public humi- *david stops, shocked, mouth open at HH's behaviour* < 08@Morgan > the idea has merit, I suppose * @Morgan casually plants his fork between HH's fingers * Forrester continues to watch < 14Forrester > if he wishes to make a spectacle of himself, why not let him do it properly? < 08@Morgan > HH:*calmly removes the fork from the table and places it back beside the plate* its a good idea. Dissention and disrespect is something you need to stamp out, though perhaps not with the brutal efficiency they're expecting * Forrester just stares as the veil of seeming idoicy is peeled back * @Morgan nods, chewing some meat < 14Forrester > **The conversation is broken as the door opens, silence spreading throughout the room * @Morgan spears a potato with his knife before turning his head to see who's arrived < 14Forrester > **Grunhelm looms in the doorway, his dark grey eyes scanning those at the bar. His many years as sheriff here have made him recogniseable, though rarely welcome. Everyone appears to be on their best behaviour. his long grey hair shows his years of service, since before Morgan's birth, but it does not lessen the menacing presence < 14Forrester > G: Who is responsible for the man tied to the rail? Let's have it out of you, people, I don't have all day! < 14Forrester > *his voice is low, threatening* * @Morgan looks briefly worried before standing up * Forrester watches Morgan * @Morgan puts the knife and potato down < 08@Morgan > That would be me < 14Forrester > G: *he looks at Morgan. Though less agressive, the gaze is direct* why? * @Morgan looks calmly at the man < 08@Morgan > Because I decided to < 14Forrester > G: Your father would not approve without good reason * @Morgan smiles faintly < 08@Morgan > I have good reason < 14Forrester > G: *he looks him up and down* which is? * @Morgan mutters slightly < 08@Morgan > HH:*leans towards David, speaking quietly* you might want to take note of him. You'll need him to be on your side * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > G: You will let him go? < 08@Morgan > not yet. I'm eating lunch and he's considering his options < 14Forrester > G: *he folds his arms across his massive chest* what options? < 08@Morgan > apologise, flogging, a day in the stocks... < 14Forrester > G: *he frowns* I see < 08@Morgan > right now a day in the stocks is the current favourite < 14Forrester > G: Punishment is not a game. < 08@Morgan > I'm well aware of that < 08@Morgan > He has a smart mouth and, frankly, if a day of humiliation is what it takes to ensure he doesn't get himself killed by someone less forgiving, a day of humiliation it will be < 08@Morgan > second, his ruining relations with the new villagers or surrounding areas is something that cannot be risked < 08@Morgan > thirdly, after what he said, he should be grateful I have not nailed him to a wall < 14Forrester > G: what _exactly_ has he done? < 08@Morgan > he's insulted my bride to be, the future veissgraffin of Sudlachenburg... he will learn respect < 14Forrester > G: *he grins* Oh well, in that case, he should get what he deserves * @Morgan frowns < 14Forrester > G: *he goes over to the bar and gets an ale. Those around him seem to relax a little* * Forrester carries on eating * @Morgan looks vaguely confused when he returns to the table * Forrester watches him < 14Forrester > all well? < 08@Morgan > I think so * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > good * @Morgan leans towards HH < 08@Morgan > I see he's still... < 08@Morgan > HH: terrifying? yes * Forrester laughs quietly < 14Forrester > didn't picture you being afraid of anyone < 08@Morgan > Lingering remnants of my childhood, I suppose < 14Forrester > Was he always so big? < 08@Morgan > he doesn't seem to have gotten any smaller < 08@Morgan > he used to carry HeinzHarold and I back to the house by our belts * Forrester looks shocked < 14Forrester > at the same time?! < 08@Morgan > HH: one handed * Forrester looks even more shocked < 14Forrester > until you weree how old?! * @Morgan looks at HeinzHarold < 08@Morgan > HH: fourteen? fifteen? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > he patted me on the shoulder once and knocked me over * Forrester looks over at the man, a veritable giant < 14Forrester > no wonder you're afraid of him < 08@Morgan > I think the only person he actually respects is my father * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > maybe that will change when you are graf < 08@Morgan > maybe * Forrester finishes his lunch * @Morgan finishes the lamb < 08@Morgan > two things, HeinzHarold... that horse thats my fathers. I'll take it with me. If someone tries to sell that panzerhand, I want them detained. Its not hers to sell. < 08@Morgan > HH:*nods briefly before patting himself down* I've got an egg here somewhere, would you care to teach me how to suck it? * Forrester still looks shocked at how HH speaks to Morgan * @Morgan punches HH on the arm < 08@Morgan > stay near, no doubt my father will want to speak to your guest < 08@Morgan > HH: as my glorious leader commands *he stands, offering his hand to David* * Forrester shakes his hand < 14Forrester > Good to meet you < 08@Morgan > HH: likewise *he sits back down* * @Morgan stands up and looks at David < 08@Morgan > ready? * Forrester stands up as well < 14Forrester > yes, thank you * @Morgan nods and heads towards the door * Forrester follows * @Morgan goes outside and stands in front of the villager * Forrester watches the man < 08@Morgan > so... ideas? < 14Forrester > V: *he looks up* I could apologise in public? < 08@Morgan > interesting... David? < 14Forrester > Not good enough. She deserves better * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > well then... I think a day in the stocks _and_ a public apology at the next tenants meeting... < 14Forrester > v: a whole day?! * @Morgan looks at David < 08@Morgan > a dry day? he's no use if he's got pneumonia < 14Forrester > Aye, he'll need to be fit for work the next day < 08@Morgan > quite... * @Morgan looks at the man < 08@Morgan > its a simple choice... stocks and apology... or flogging, and work in pain < 14Forrester > V: *he hangs his head, resigned* stocks * @Morgan nods, pulling a large knife out of his belt < 14Forrester > v: *looks terrified* * @Morgan hooks it under one of the ropes and starts cutting < 08@Morgan > of course... do bear in mind that if you renege on this arrangement... I'll come for you myself < 14Forrester > V: yes, sir * @Morgan cuts the last rope < 08@Morgan > on your way now < 14Forrester > V: *he runs off* * Forrester looks to Morgan < 14Forrester > I'd bet you don't see anything more of him * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > then I'll find him * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > of course * @Morgan unties the dog and horse, picking the dog up * Forrester unties the horse he brought with him, leading it < 14Forrester > all in all, quite a productive trip < 08@Morgan > indeed... you take issue with HeinzHarold? < 14Forrester > No, but he is... odd * @Morgan nods < 14Forrester > he is very familiar with you < 08@Morgan > he's my oldest friend < 14Forrester > even though he is from such a different background? < 08@Morgan > different background? < 14Forrester > socially... economically * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > he's not quite what he appears < 14Forrester > no? < 08@Morgan > no. < 14Forrester > you seem to trust him a great deal * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > oh yes < 08@Morgan > despite his lamentable habit of getting caught by the enemy < 14Forrester > and yet he's still alive * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > its well known he is... important to me < 08@Morgan > generally he's used to try to get me to back down... since the incident with my CO < 14Forrester > ahhh < 08@Morgan > it doesn't work, however < 14Forrester > why not? Session Time: Tue Mar 02 00:00:00 2010 < 08@Morgan > two reasons... its very unusual that I back down. Ask Molly about what I said when some _thing_ threatened to kill one of the household staff. Second, he gets caught on purpose * Forrester blinks < 14Forrester > some _thing_? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > you've heard the stories coming out of the Torrington estate < 14Forrester > I thought it was the drunken delusions of noble lay-abouts... no offense intended, of course * @Morgan laughs hard < 08@Morgan > you're acquainted with Charles Warwick then... no, no doubt its been exaggerated, but its true nonetheless < 14Forrester > not sure how happy I am that she was exposed to such dangers... < 08@Morgan > no... when I realised what I felt... I wasn't best pleased either * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > why does he get caught on purpose? * @Morgan looks sideways at David < 08@Morgan > Do you censor what you say when there's an idiot nearby? < 14Forrester > probably not < 08@Morgan > precisely * Forrester nods < 08@Morgan > he looks stupid, he's stupid enough to get caught... obviously tactics are going to be far beyond his understanding < 14Forrester > that must have proven very useful < 08@Morgan > absolutely * Forrester smiles < 14Forrester > he plays it very well * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > that he does < 14Forrester > **they get to the bottom of the driveway. The dog is very heavy in his arms < 14Forrester > I was quite taken in, until hs speech * @Morgan shifts the weight slightly < 08@Morgan > aye... we make it quite clear that he is stupid... * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > is there much call for it, since the war? < 08@Morgan > its nice to stay abreast of things that are happening here < 14Forrester > true enough < 08@Morgan > and he's managed to find Heinrich * Forrester looks suprised < 14Forrester > what happens now? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I'm not sure... I think I'll need to speak to my father about it * Forrester nods < 14Forrester > of course < 14Forrester > **they get back to the house, and David takes the horses to the stable, leaving Morgan to deal with the dog * @Morgan carries the dog to a bathroom < 14Forrester > **theres one just off the main entrance hall * @Morgan goes inside and runs a bath of warm but not hot water < 14Forrester > **after a few minutes, the servant has half filled the tub * @Morgan looks at the dog < 14Forrester > **He looks back at him < 08@Morgan > lets get you cleaned, shall we < 14Forrester > **The dog seems to grin * @Morgan picks up the dog and hoists it to the tub < 14Forrester > **it lets him, standing in the water placidly * @Morgan starts washing the dog carefully, trying to not irritate any of its injuries < 14Forrester > **the cuts on its back are fresh, sharp stones being thrown at it perhaps. The scarring on its hindquarters are burns * @Morgan finishes cleaning the dog and hauls it out to dry it off < 14Forrester > **it lets hm. by the time he's fnished, the dog looks rather handsome * @Morgan crouches in front of the dog < 08@Morgan > so then... you gonna stay with me? < 14Forrester > **it licks his face, big, slobbery wet tongue * @Morgan laughs, stroking the dog < 08@Morgan > come on then, lets go show you off < 14Forrester > **it pants again, with the matching wolfish grin * @Morgan stands up and opens the door < 14Forrester > **it pads out into the corridor * @Morgan wanders out and goes in search of his father * Forrester is now known as Adalbrecht * Adalbrecht s in his study, as always * @Morgan knocks on the door < 14Adalbrecht > come * @Morgan opens the door, holding it long enough for the dog to enter < 14Adalbrecht > What the devil is that dog doing in the house? * @Morgan glances at it < 08@Morgan > you told me to find it, so I did * Adalbrecht looks at it < 14Adalbrecht > I _did_ think you would shoot it... however, it doesn't look very wild < 08@Morgan > take a close look father * Adalbrecht looks, frowning < 14Adalbrecht > It looks familiar < 08@Morgan > indeed * Adalbrecht comes closer, crouching < 14Adalbrecht > it's not...? < 08@Morgan > It is < 14Adalbrecht > Well I'll be! < 08@Morgan > quite. So, the dog is sorted... Heinrich has been found... Alarice has, to all intents and purposes, vanished entirely * Adalbrecht stands up, showing Morgan to the chair, and going to his own < 14Adalbrecht > Where is Heinrich? * @Morgan sits down, draping a hand to the dogs head < 08@Morgan > HeinzHarolds house < 14Adalbrecht > *The dog leans against him < 14Adalbrecht > You found HeinzHarold also? * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht pours two glasses of wine, and lights up a cigar < 14Adalbrecht > what is he doing there? < 08@Morgan > waiting for HeinzHarold to unlock the house, I expect * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > have you decided what to do with him then? * @Morgan sighs slightly < 08@Morgan > I was thinking of running him through * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > It is a disgrace for an Eisen man to behave so < 08@Morgan > perhaps... though I cant really take the high ground of servants and nobles... * Adalbrecht looks puzzled < 14Adalbrecht > I dont entirely understand < 08@Morgan > Molly and I worked in the same house < 14Adalbrecht > yes, but I can not imagine either of you behaving like Alarice < 08@Morgan > no, that much is true < 08@Morgan > which reminds me... she's taken, amongst other things, the panzerhand * Adalbrecht looks furious < 14Adalbrecht > Damned if I'll stand for that! < 08@Morgan > quite. I've had the word put out about that * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > So she has been to Innesbruck? * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > And then? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > she hasn't gone on to Koln * Adalbrecht frowns, pushng the wine to Morgan < 14Adalbrecht > She could be anywhere * @Morgan takes up the glass, sipping it < 08@Morgan > indeed < 14Adalbrecht > I sent to my solicitor in Fischler < 08@Morgan > oh? < 14Adalbrecht > I've asked how an adoption could proceed * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > I assume you are still interested? * Adalbrecht drinks his wine < 08@Morgan > of course < 14Adalbrecht > Good. How did David get along? < 08@Morgan > not bad... he seems happy with the house * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > I thought he would be < 08@Morgan > though... he suggested removing the ruins * Adalbrecht studies Morgan < 14Adalbrecht > and how do _you_ feel about that? < 08@Morgan > I think it would be wise. I dont think I could return to his cottage if the ruin is still there < 14Adalbrecht > I did not want to remove it without being sure you were ready < 08@Morgan > its necessary now < 14Adalbrecht > why? < 08@Morgan > I dont think Molly would visit David and Martha if the ruins are still there. * Adalbrecht frowns < 14Adalbrecht > She has to accept that it has happened, that it has made you who you are * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I carry them in my heart, we dont need the reminders of sadder times < 14Adalbrecht > Then when shall I have it removed? < 08@Morgan > when the house is complete. Give the land over to farming. * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > As you wish < 08@Morgan > the land has mourned enough I think * Adalbrecht watches morgan closely < 14Adalbrecht > yes, I agree * Adalbrecht sips his wine < 14Adalbrecht > I imagine you want the dog to live in the house? * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht frowns < 14Adalbrecht > I don't know that your mother will approve < 08@Morgan > if needs be I'll find somewhere else to stay * Adalbrecht sighs < 14Adalbrecht > I'll sort it < 08@Morgan > it wasn't a threat, father. < 08@Morgan > I've spent a long time without this dog, I would not wish to put him out now that I've found him < 14Adalbrecht > It might not have been intended so, but I thought you realised it is important to me to have you here < 08@Morgan > I do realise that... I would still be here, just not right _here_ < 14Adalbrecht > You, and the dog, can remain in the house * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > he'll not be any trouble... at least, less than he has been of late * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > I should hope so! < 08@Morgan > I'm sure Varick will like him < 14Adalbrecht > Don't most young boys with dogs? * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > perhaps we should have had one when you were growing up... * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht drinks his wine, finishing it < 08@Morgan > it would have been nice < 14Adalbrecht > You will be able to do so for your own sons * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > that I will * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > Take it to the kitchen, they'll find it some food * @Morgan nods, finishing his wine < 14Adalbrecht > I'll see you at dinner * @Morgan stands up, going to the door < 14Adalbrecht > **the dog follows him* * @Morgan goes down to the kitchen * Adalbrecht is now known as Inga * Inga is in the kitchen, preparing high tea for Varick and Molly * @Morgan coughs * Inga turns around, two slices of bread in her hands. She curtsies slightly < 14Inga > my Lord? < 08@Morgan > I dont suppose there's some spare food knocking about? < 14Inga > what would you like? < 08@Morgan > anything... bit of meat would probably go down a treat * Inga goes to the store cupboard, cutting two large pieces of ham < 14Inga > a sandwich? < 08@Morgan > no, just the ham * Inga brings it to him on a plate < 08@Morgan > thank you * @Morgan takes the plate < 08@Morgan > I think I'll take it to the nursery * Inga continues to prepare the food on a tray < 14Inga > I'll be along shortly with the rest, my Lord * @Morgan nods, heading to the nursery * Inga is now known as Molly -NickServ- This nickname is registered and protected.  If it is your -NickServ- nick, type /msg NickServ IDENTIFY password .  Otherwise, -NickServ- please choose a different nick. -> * 14nickserv * identify forrester -NickServ- Password accepted - you are now recognized. < 04Molly > **the nursery is quite, the door of the parlour slightly ajar. There is a slight breeze as the summer air teases the fine curtains covering the open window. The room smells sweet, warm, and the smell of her perfume, bringing back memories of their time alone the previous night * @Morgan pushes the door open * Molly is sat on the sofa, legs up on it, leaning against the back. Varick is curled up beside her, facing towards her, her arm cradliing him. A book lays open, dropped on her lap, and they both doze together in the comfort of the afternoon light. There is something heart-wrenchngly sweet and beautiful about the scene of domesticity, the family that he hopes to make his own * @Morgan makes a bit of noise < 04Molly > ((what sort of noise? as in of pleasure, affection, or to wake them?)) < 08@Morgan > ((to wake them)) * Molly 's dreaming is disturbed slightly, her unconcious thoughts spilling into the beginnings of awakeness, and reflexively tightens her hold on Varick. She opens her eyes, and sees Morgan. She smiles softly < 04Molly > Liebling... < 08@Morgan > blossom * Molly rubs Varick's shoulder, and he wakens. He holds his arms up to Morgan < 04Molly > V: Morgan! * @Morgan smiles at him < 08@Morgan > I cant pick you up... I've got this plate of ham < 04Molly > V: *he sits up* why? * @Morgan glances down beside him * Molly sits up also, straightening the cornflower blue dress she wears. The dog isnt there * @Morgan rolls his eyes, back out into the hallway < 04Molly > *its sat on the threshold, out of sight of the others * @Morgan whistles at it, motioning to go in the room < 04Molly > **the dog comes in carefully. Varick's eyes light up < 04Molly > V: Doggie! * Molly grins as well < 08@Morgan > easy Varick, he's very nervous < 04Molly > V: *he nods, sitting still, with effort* * Molly smiles wryly < 04Molly > Is this the evil, savage wild beast that has been tormenting the poor helpless villagers? < 08@Morgan > indeed * @Morgan drops a small amount of ham on the floor * Molly bites her lip, trying not to laugh. The dog takes the meat gently, laying on the floor < 04Molly > Yes, he's terrifying... < 04Molly > V: *he watches the dog, spellbound * @Morgan throws a bit of ham to Varick < 08@Morgan > hold it out Varick < 04Molly > V: *he does so. The dog looks at him, then Morgan* < 08@Morgan > go on... < 04Molly > **it goes to the boy carefully, pads quiet on thick carpet. Looking at Varick warily, it slowly takes the meat. Varick grins* good doggie * Molly smiles at Morgan < 04Molly > He seems gentle enough * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > **the dog sniffs Varick's hand. Varick moves slowly from the couch to the floor, sitting beside the dog * Molly looks slightly troubled * @Morgan looks at her < 04Molly > and you don't have to.... to do as your father had asked? ((shooting it)) < 08@Morgan > its my dog, there's no way I'd do that < 04Molly > **The dog starts sniffing Varicks hair. Coping it,Varick starts to sniff the dog. Molly gets up,and goes toMorgan's side < 04Molly > Obviously Varick isnt the only one to become quickly attached! < 08@Morgan > I think you misunderstand * Molly looks to him, intrigued < 04Molly > oh? < 08@Morgan > He's mine... I had him before the fire * Molly 's eyes go wide < 04Molly > Oh! I see! that must have been... suprising < 08@Morgan > very. < 04Molly > V: *he lies down on the floor. The dog lies down beside him* * Molly looks at him compassionately < 04Molly > difficult also? < 08@Morgan > aye. < 08@Morgan > though, a relief... not all links to my past are gone * Molly reaches out and takes his hand in hers, squeezing it slightly. The dog begins to lick the boy's face, a wild giggle follows * Molly 's expression changes briefly,but settles quickly back to a gentle smile < 04Molly > I can understand that < 08@Morgan > dont do that... I've felt a little bit orphaned for a long while. Thats not the case now, the loss particular to me isn't mine alone anymore * Molly blushes hard. before she can reply, Inga comes in with the tray, setting it on the table. She looks at the boy, the dog, and then Molly and Morgan* I'll look after them both a while, if you like? There's tea just made here. *she takes the pot and two cups,leaving them on the table. Varck goes to her, the dog following* I'll take them to the other room, they wont get the food on the best carpets in there * @Morgan nods at her * Molly smiles at the maid < 04Molly > be good Varick, dont give the dog too many sweet things! *he nods,disapearing to the other room, followed by the dog and Inga. She shuts the door. * Molly goes to the couch, picking up the book, shutting it, setting it on a table < 04Molly > He does look very well trained * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'm surprised, given what he's been through these last years < 04Molly > Yes, it can not have been easy for him < 08@Morgan > no... * Molly goes to the table, pouring the tea. Theres something almost fidgety about her < 04Molly > Still, we have many years that he can be happy and cared for in < 08@Morgan > whats the issue Molly? < 04Molly > Nothing, liebling, I think having a dog is a good idea, especially for Varick. As we said before, children benefit from having pets at an early age * Molly hands him a tea cup, taking her own to the couch < 08@Morgan > then why the... fidgeting? * Molly sips the tea < 04Molly > It is of no moment... so, how did you catch him? * Molly looks genuinely interested < 08@Morgan > it is every moment * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > there are far more important things to discuss * @Morgan sits down, folding his arms * Molly watches him from the corner of her eye < 04Molly > how _did_ you catch him? < 08@Morgan > I refuse to talk about it * Molly looks puzzled < 04Molly > why? < 08@Morgan > you wont talk about your problem, I wont talk... * Molly pouts ((how much attention is he paying her?)) < 04Molly > that's not like you < 08@Morgan > ((a fair bit)) < 08@Morgan > nor's tying a man to a corral and leaving him there while I eat lunch, but such things get done sometimes * Molly 's pupils are quite dilated, and her cheeks quite red < 04Molly > you didn't! * @Morgan sniffs, turning his head away slightly < 08@Morgan > he deserved it * Molly closes her eyes a moment taking a deep breath < 04Molly > he must have really tried your patience * Molly looks studiously at her cup, eyes not leaving it * @Morgan nods slightly < 08@Morgan > not as much as you'd think... he was fairly quiet after your father split his lip * Molly looks up at him, suprised (is he looking at her?) < 08@Morgan > ((sideways)) < 04Molly > goodness! is your father angry? will he still be allowed to be the estates manager? * Molly looks back to the cup < 08@Morgan > I haven't mentioned it to him < 08@Morgan > the man ran out, I had him retreived and held while we finished our meal < 08@Morgan > Grunhelm came and interrogated me about it * Molly nods but doesnt look up < 04Molly > what had he done < 08@Morgan > he was trying to be funny * Molly frowns, looking at him < 04Molly > hardly a dreadful offence < 08@Morgan > it was offensive and disrespectful < 04Molly > Ah * Molly looks away < 08@Morgan > its probably just as well I didn't hear it... though the sound of Davids fist hitting his face made quite a sound < 04Molly > I dread to think what could have been said to make you both retaliate so * Molly swirls the tea in her cup * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > nothing as bad as Warwicks been known to say, that much is true * Molly frowns then < 04Molly > That leaves a great deal of scope for me to be insulted < 08@Morgan > true... its nothing too bad blossom * Molly shrugs slightly < 04Molly > I'd rather not know * @Morgan nods * Molly looks at him sideways with a little endearing, mischevious smile < 04Molly > I _do_ however wish to know about the dog < 08@Morgan > what about him? < 04Molly > where did you find him, how did you trap him, when did you recognise him? < 08@Morgan > found him back behind the village... threw food for him, recognised him straight away... then just kept enticing him with food * Molly nods < 04Molly > It was lucky you went, and not someone else who might have shot without thinking < 08@Morgan > aye * Molly looks away, back to the cup < 04Molly > A shame it was not realised earlier, it would have cheered Varick a great deal when his mother left * @Morgan nods * Molly leans back a little, sipping the tea. < 08@Morgan > your father met HeinzHarold < 04Molly > Oh? did it go well? * Molly doesnt look up < 08@Morgan > I think he couldn't believe how he speaks to me * Molly nods * @Morgan sighs < 04Molly > it is a little...suprising < 08@Morgan > whats the issue Molly? * Molly sighs also. She puts the cup on the table < 04Molly > I need to apologise for how I sent you away last night * @Morgan looks at her * Molly looks up at him, though drops her eyes fairly quickly < 04Molly > I realise it mght have seemed I was somehow angry with you < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > I assure you, that was not the case < 08@Morgan > then why? * Molly lowers her voice slightly < 04Molly > I was afraid * @Morgan looks confused * Molly stays quiet, no meeting his eyes < 08@Morgan > I dont understand < 04Molly > I... I was afraid of my feelings, of my reactions. Afraid of losing control. Afraid of how much I wanted you * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > not long now < 04Molly > but, last night, all I could think of was... *she blushes* taking things a step further than before * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > you weren't the only one * Molly 's voice becomes quieter < 04Molly > I wanted that... I _want_ that * Molly flicks her gaze up, trying to read his face * @Morgan looks troubled < 04Molly > I'm sorry, I have said too much * Molly looks away quickly < 08@Morgan > its not that blossom < 04Molly > then what, liebling? < 08@Morgan > as I said, you're not the only one who wants that * Molly nods slightly. She looks back to him, and turns slight towards hm. Her eyes now remain focused on his,almost disconcertingly. < 04Molly > why does that trouble you? < 08@Morgan > because... * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > I worry that you will regret it... that it would be inappropriate * Molly shakes her head. her voice is soft < 04Molly > I would never regret it. Every night since that time in the cottage,I am tormented by my imagination's working as to what would happen, how it would feel had you let your move lower, trailing across my skin... < 04Molly > ((kisses+... oops)) < 08@Morgan > its something we'll explore soon blossom < 04Molly > I know it is only twelve days from now, but it seems like torture... * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > my father is concerned that no koertig heir has been conceived out of wedlock * Molly frowns < 04Molly > Nor would ours be! * @Morgan looks at her intently * Molly watches him back just as intently < 08@Morgan > I'm not sure I understand < 04Molly > The things I yearn for you to do to me, they are things that one can not get an heir from * @Morgan blushes * Molly 's words are teasing, though her eyes are full of mock innocence < 04Molly > Regardless of your father's concern, I shall come to your bed both as wife, and virgin, as we had agreed * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I assume that is what you _want_? < 08@Morgan > I think its... the best idea * Molly smiles wryly < 04Molly > That isn't quite an answer tomy question, liebling < 08@Morgan > no... I know * Molly smiles gently * Molly 's tone changes,becoming a little more serious < 04Molly > what is it you want? what would you have happen between now and then? < 08@Morgan > I couldn't say < 04Molly > yes, you could... < 08@Morgan > I'd rather not * Molly nods, sipping her tea < 04Molly > as you will * @Morgan smiles faintly < 08@Morgan > though perhaps later I will show you * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Intriguing,liebling... I wonder sometimes that you make a better tease than I do! * @Morgan laughs < 04Molly > So far, you have been lucky...however, that might not continue... * Molly grims < 04Molly > ((grins*)) < 08@Morgan > I'll take my chances < 04Molly > I warn you, there is only so much an honourable woman can bear * @Morgan laughs * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Pushed too far, all this restraint that is tested everytime you are near might well snap < 08@Morgan > I think I can endure that possibility * Molly 's eyes sparkle playfully < 04Molly > Oh I would not be so sure... There'd be a great many buttons to sew back on to your shirts... and I can not imagine our parents being happy if I leap into your lap and kiss you passionately at the dinner table! < 08@Morgan > that is true, yes... < 08@Morgan > perhaps I should just push my luck in private * Molly grins < 04Molly > ah liebliing, if you only knew half of the wicked things I think of when I am alone,you would be afraid to try it! < 08@Morgan > oh I think not * Molly nods < 04Molly > You really would,you know! Things so bad they'd make Alarice blush! < 08@Morgan > I doubt that < 04Molly > You underestimate how much my imagination has grown since you asked me to be your lover < 08@Morgan > perhaps.... I think before long we will explore those limits * Molly grins, watching him all the time < 04Molly > the limits before I lose control? * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > be careful what you wish for, liebling, for it might well be like Pandora's box... < 08@Morgan > perhaps * Molly looks at him intently < 04Molly > will you come to me tonight < 08@Morgan > if you wish < 04Molly > do _you_ wish to? * @Morgan nods * Molly bites her lower lip < 04Molly > I'd like that < 08@Morgan > then I shall * Molly looks to the window with a smile < 04Molly > oh how I long for the sun to go down,and the darkness to come... * @Morgan smiles * Molly looks to him fondly < 04Molly > I shall arrange for Inga to take care of Varick * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > good < 04Molly > I would suggest eating dinner here, but it would only cause suspicion and our movments to be watched more closely * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > its best that we dont... < 04Molly > no, lets be unwatched as long as possible... * Molly grins < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > all night, if necessary... * @Morgan laughs * Molly shrugs slightly, looking at him < 04Molly > I've no doubt that if you could, you would love to explore my boundaries, and the rest of me til dawn comesn < 08@Morgan > you're very right... * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Good, it gives me something to tease you with in retaliation * @Morgan chuckles < 04Molly > That, and of course, this... * Molly runs her hand boldly up his thigh, stopping just short of his crotch. She squeezes his inner thigh gently, waiting to see his expression, eyes playful, sucking her lower lip * @Morgan 's pupils widen, his breathing becoming shallow and fast * Molly takes her hand away, grinning < 04Molly > Perhaps we shall see whose restraint weakens first, my love * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > aye * Molly stands up, and picks up both teacups. < 04Molly > would you be so kind as to bring the pot, dearest, we didn't ought to be alone too long,it will start rumours that we have been misbehaving * Molly raises an eyebrow * @Morgan nods, picking it up * Molly leads them into the other room to join the others Session Close: Tue Mar 02 05:01:19 2010 Session Start: Tue Mar 02 05:01:19 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Tue Mar 02 05:01:19 2010 Session Start: Sat Mar 13 22:38:44 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * Molly leads the way into the school room. Inga watches on as Varick rolls a ball to the dog. Varick turns to Morgan with a smile < 04Molly > V: Can I keep him? * @Morgan looks at him solemnly < 08@Morgan > I'm afraid not, Varick... < 04Molly > V: But why? < 08@Morgan > because he's mine * Molly goes to Inga < 04Molly > V: but I like him, and I'd take really good care of him. He could sleep in my bed with me * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no, Varick < 04Molly > V: *he pouts* will he sleep n your bed? < 08@Morgan > No... < 04Molly > *this illicts a quiet laugh from Molly and Inga* < 04Molly > V: where will he sleep? < 04Molly > *the dog goes toMorgan* * @Morgan crouches and puts a hand on the dogs head < 08@Morgan > On the floor, probably. < 04Molly > *the dog licks him. Varick gets up, and comes beside Morgan, and puts his arm round Morgan's shoulder* I can still play with him though? < 08@Morgan > of course you can < 04Molly > V: *he grins* where did he come from? < 08@Morgan > I had him many years ago < 04Molly > V: *he looks at Morgan* is he old? < 08@Morgan > not terribly < 04Molly > V: how long do dogs live? * Molly talks quietly to Inga (does morgan try to listen?) < 08@Morgan > sometimes as long as eighteen or more years < 08@Morgan > ((yeah)) < 04Molly > V: Thats very very old! * Molly 's words come in pieces < 04Molly > Under the bed... a bit lower... about four inches... an hour before dinner... oh yes, quite a suprise! < 04Molly > *inga nods, and leaves quietly* * @Morgan watches her leave before looking back at varick < 08@Morgan > it is quite old for a dog, thats true < 04Molly > V: Its old for people too. I'm six * Molly smiles dreamly, pinching her lower lip < 08@Morgan > six?! thats positively ancient already < 04Molly > V: *he scowls* Is not. Lot younger than you, or mother < 08@Morgan > yes, that is much younger than either of us < 04Molly > V: how long do people normally live? * Molly starts to tidy up, but has one ear to ther discussion < 08@Morgan > thats always hard to say < 04Molly > V: why? < 08@Morgan > illness, war, accidents... they all have an effect < 04Molly > V: *he looks saddened* My daddy was twenty six when he died * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > V: That is both old and young < 08@Morgan > indeed it is < 04Molly > now Varick, why don't you come and show Morgan how well you read? * Molly holds out a book to the child < 04Molly > V: *he takes it, then goes back to Morgan* I can read a bit < 08@Morgan > oh? < 04Molly > V: *he sits down by Morgan, and begins to read. He struggles with the more difficult words* * Molly pours three cups of tea * @Morgan helps the boy with the words he finds hard * Molly watches them, boy, man and dog, with affection. After a few minutes, there's a knock at the door. Molly answers it, returning quickly. < 04Molly > Liebling, your father wishes you to go to him * @Morgan looks at her, confused * Molly looks back at him * @Morgan sighs slightly < 04Molly > I merely pass on the message I was given < 08@Morgan > excuse me, Varick, the Graf wishes to see me < 04Molly > V: *he nods* * @Morgan stands back up, heading toward the door * Molly watches him with a smile < 04Molly > You'll see me at dinner, of course... * @Morgan nods to her < 08@Morgan > indeed * @Morgan goes to the door * Molly bites her lower lip, and opens it for him * @Morgan steps into the hallway * Molly meets his eyes briefly, before Varick calls to her. < 04Molly > until later, liebling... * @Morgan nods before whistling to the dog < 04Molly > *the dog comes out to him < 08@Morgan > me heads toward his fathers study < 04Molly > **the dog pads along at his side* * Molly is now known as Adalbrecht * Adalbrecht 's door is shut * @Morgan knocks on the door < 14Adalbrecht > come in * @Morgan opens the door and enters the room * Adalbrecht sits with papers spread out, and is smoking his cigar. He motions for Morgan to sit * @Morgan closes the door and sits down < 14Adalbrecht > I am sorry to disturb your afternoon so quickly * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'm sure you had reason < 14Adalbrecht > yes *he looks at the papers (does morgan look at them?)* < 08@Morgan > ((yeah)) < 14Adalbrecht > *the papers are Adalbrechts will, veritys will, the deeds to die dauerhaftigkeit, and various other buiildngs. Also, a large map of sudlachenburg, some blank paper, and a list of jewellery/valuables < 14Adalbrecht > We need to discuss Molly's morgengabe ( the gift she'd be given after the wedding, and the provsions made for her future in case of Morgans death) < 08@Morgan > I see * Adalbrecht looks up < 14Adalbrecht > it is the fifteenth today. you are to wed in twelve days. it should have been considered before now < 08@Morgan > Indeed. Though we have all been busy * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > And will have, once building starts tomorrow < 08@Morgan > the housing for the new villagers? < 14Adalbrecht > yes < 14Adalbrecht > though I will not order you to do so, I would like you to help * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > Even, perhaps, to just stay a few mornings? < 08@Morgan > I dont catch your meaning < 14Adalbrecht > That I'd like you to be involved, even if you then take the afternoons wth Molly and Varick * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht looks back to the papers < 14Adalbrecht > Have you an idea of the provision you intended to make? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no, actually * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > My own will covers that upon my passing, she will recieve five hundred guilders a year, plus two hundred more for each Koertig her she bears * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > I also thought that had, god forbid, your own demise come before that tme, she be granted the north wing of the house to raise your children in... < 08@Morgan > what of the rest of the house? * @Morgan looks confused < 14Adalbrecht > That would be the legal property of you eldest heir * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I see < 14Adalbrecht > Of course, if she wishes to remarry, there is nothing I could do to prevent her new husband moving in and establishing himself here * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'm not sure she would want to... Session Time: Sun Mar 14 00:00:00 2010 < 14Adalbrecht > remarry? * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > what makes you think that? < 08@Morgan > a hunch, really * Adalbrecht watches him < 14Adalbrecht > once, I thought the same with you < 08@Morgan > so did I < 14Adalbrecht > However, I would hope she would have the children raised here, where they belong * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > even  she decided to leave... < 08@Morgan > its something we'll have to look into properly in the future, when there isn't so much going on * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > So, she will be homed and financially cared for on a mnor level from my own will, however, the morgengabe is an important tradition. What of your own would you wish her to have directly? * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > I really dont know < 14Adalbrecht > perhaps I'll have my solicitor look into it and make a recommendation? < 08@Morgan > please * Adalbrecht gathers up the papers < 14Adalbrecht > Think on it, as will I * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I shall * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > Unless there is anything else,I'll let you get on with your afternoon * @Morgan stands up * Adalbrecht watches him with a smile < 08@Morgan > I should probably tell you... while David and I were having lunch, someone made some unpleasant remarks < 14Adalbrecht > who, and what? < 08@Morgan > I forget... made a spiteful comment about Molly in an attempt to be funny. I've demanded he turn up for a day in the stocks < 14Adalbrecht > I would have shot him! < 08@Morgan > as would I had I heard it first hand... as it was, David bloodied his lip * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > Good for him! < 08@Morgan > indeed. Grunhelm and I had a bit of a discussion about it... but yes, in the end, it was decided a day in the stocks and a public apology at the next tenants meeting will suffice * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > That is more than fair < 08@Morgan > I thought so < 14Adalbrecht > I shall make it known that an insult to Molly is an insult to the Koertig family,and punishable by banishment < 08@Morgan > thank you < 14Adalbrecht > no need to thank me < 08@Morgan > regardless, I do * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > you're welcome * @Morgan bows his head slightly before leaving the room * Adalbrecht is now known as Inga * Inga is out on the front steps sweeping,visible from the hall window * @Morgan goes to the doorway * Inga seems to be rushing the sweeping a little, she smiles when she sees him < 14Inga > My Lord... < 08@Morgan > you seem to be in a hurry < 14Inga > I have other tasks to complete,my Lord < 08@Morgan > oh? < 14Inga > **over her shoulder, he sees a familiar figure approach * @Morgan looks up * Inga turns to look < 08@Morgan > HeinzHarold... < 14Inga > Oh, Lady Forrester wanted me to-... *she stops speaking and sweeping as she sees the man. She stares at him,mouth slightly open* < 08@Morgan > HH: My Lord... *he winks at Inga* * Inga blushes, and curtsies < 14Inga > Good afternoon, sir < 08@Morgan > HH: No sign in Fischler or Stark * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > Keep them looking, she's got to be found * Inga doesnt take her eyes from Heinzharold < 08@Morgan > HH: *nods slowly, looking all the while at Inga* * Inga smiles at him * @Morgan looks at them both for a moment * Inga doesnt notice Morgan's look < 08@Morgan > HH: Well now... I dont think we've been introduced little lady * Inga curtsies once more, setting the broom aside < 14Inga > I'm Inga, sir < 08@Morgan > HH: *he smiles* I'm HeinzHarold * Inga smiles back < 14Inga > I'm very pleased to J you, sir < 08@Morgan > HH: I too... me as well... * @Morgan rolls his eyes * Inga smiles more broadly at Heinzharold < 14Inga > Are you... do you... would you like to go for a walk sometime perhaps? < 08@Morgan > HH: *he blinks* what for? * Inga blushes looking quite ashamed < 14Inga > I... I'm sorry, it doesn't matter * Inga looks to Morgan * @Morgan leans in slightly and whispers to Inga < 08@Morgan > he means no harm... he doesnt understand < 14Inga > Oh! * Inga looks back to Heinzharold < 14Inga > I thought maybe we could take a walk, and talk, and become friends? but only if you'd like to? < 08@Morgan > HH:*he beams* that would be wonderful... Morgan, why didn't I think of that? * @Morgan scratches his forehead < 08@Morgan > I dont know, HeinzHarold, I dont know * Inga smiles, though seems a little suprised that HH calls him Morgan < 14Inga > Tomorrow, perhaps, if you don't already have plans? < 08@Morgan > HH: *his eyes flick to Morgan before coming back* * @Morgan sighs slightly < 08@Morgan > Take the day, HeinzHarold... * Inga looks at Morgan with a grateful smile < 08@Morgan > HH: You wont need me? I heard works start tomorrow * Inga goes back to watching HH < 08@Morgan > We'll manage... take the day < 08@Morgan > HH: Thank you my lord < 14Inga > Shall I meet you at the gates after breakfast, sir? < 08@Morgan > HH:*he nods* that'd be a good place to start * Inga smiles < 14Inga > I'll look forward to it < 08@Morgan > HH:*he grins* me too * Inga nods, just looking at him once more < 08@Morgan > HeinzHarold, if needs be I'll take the broom and shoo you like a goose... go home * Inga blushes once more < 08@Morgan > HH: Til tomorrow *he bows floridly before saluting to Morgan* with your permission, glorious leader... * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > go, HeinzHarold < 08@Morgan > HH:*he grins before turning and walking away* * Inga watches him go. Once he's out of earshot she sighs happily < 08@Morgan > So... you'll be taking the day off too then * Inga looks to Morgan, her expression giddy, girlish < 14Inga > I hope so, I shall ask Lady Forrester < 08@Morgan > I'll speak with her for you < 14Inga > thank you, my Lord * Inga grins * @Morgan nods < 14Inga > I think I must tend to my duties now, my Lord < 08@Morgan > you were telling me what they were... * Inga smiles < 14Inga > just a few bits of sewing and darning * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > go on then, hop to it * Inga nods < 14Inga > yes, my Lord * Inga goes into the house * @Morgan looks out over the grounds < 14Inga > **its peaceful, the day pleasant. Its barely any different than it was when he was Varicks age. The dog, having been quietly keeping a distance, now leans against Morgans right leg * @Morgan reaches down and pats the dogf < 14Inga > *it licks his hand* * @Morgan looks down at the dog < 08@Morgan > come on, lets go see what the boy is up to... if you think you can stand the attention < 14Inga > *the wolfish grin appears again* * @Morgan nods, turninng and heading back to the nursery * Inga is now known as Molly * Molly stands by the chalk board, carefully drawing as Varick reads a book. * @Morgan watches whats being drawn * Molly is drawing a map, from memory, as she did for Evie, recalling the map she saw the afternoon in Carleon. This is given away by the way her fingers pinch her lower lip as she draws the Sudlache, thoughts miles away * @Morgan coughs slightly < 04Molly > V: *he looks up, jumping down from the table, and running to the dog. molly turns around, a little embaressed to be found daydreaming. she looks at Varick with a slight frown < 04Molly > five minutes, then it's back to work, young man * Molly looks to morgan, rubbing the chalk dust from her hands < 04Molly > All was well with your father? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > A few things left to sort, but all is well < 04Molly > Was it something about the new village? < 08@Morgan > amongst other things, hyes * Molly nods < 04Molly > you were not gone long... < 08@Morgan > no... I would've been quicker but HeinzHarold came by * Molly nods < 04Molly > He could not stay? < 08@Morgan > I more or less chased him off the step... < 08@Morgan > Inga would like tomorrow to herself * Molly nods < 04Molly > If she wishes... she did not visit her family on sunday, I'm sure I can manage a day without her < 08@Morgan > its not to visit her family * Molly looks intrigued < 04Molly > no? < 08@Morgan > no < 04Molly > oh, liebling, this sounds a little like gossip... * Molly grins at him and Varick and the dog start to run around the room < 08@Morgan > she met HeinzHarold... they've decided to take a walk together tomorrow < 04Molly > Awwww... how lovely! * Molly smiles at him < 08@Morgan > I wonder how long he'll keep up his... act * Molly shrugs slightly < 04Molly > I doubt it'd make much difference if he maintained it all their lives < 08@Morgan > perhaps < 04Molly > He _is_ rather handsome after all < 08@Morgan > I suppose * Molly giggles < 04Molly > I did not expect you to find him so... I told you, I never meet unattractive Eisen men < 08@Morgan > we keep them in hiding < 08@Morgan > brings down the reputation of the country, otherwise * Molly laughs < 04Molly > Tis no wonder that you've been to so many countries then < 08@Morgan > well, one tries ones best * Molly grins, and there is a slight thud, followed by a rattle of china. She looks around to see Varick having bumped into a small side table with a ceramic vase on top. < 04Molly > Varick! stop running around and sit nicely please < 04Molly > V: *he does so almost immediately* * Molly looks to Morgan < 04Molly > He's been like this all day, I dont know what has gotten in to him < 08@Morgan > did he have chocolate cake for breakfast, perhaps? < 04Molly > Goodness no! < 04Molly > *the dog settles down beside Varick* * Molly watches them, and then sighs < 04Molly > I give up. Let's go outside and get rid of some of that energy of yours. < 04Molly > V: *he jumps up and down, and goes to his toy box, collecting three different size balls. He comes back to Morgan* Can the dog come with us? < 08@Morgan > I suspect it'd be difficult to stop him < 04Molly > V: *he calls the dog, and goes running out of the room* * Molly goes into the parlour, and collects her shawl. She wraps it round her shoulders, before returning to Morgan < 04Molly > are you coming with us, my love? * @Morgan nods * Molly leads the way, following the noise of the boy and the dog through to the lawn at the front of the house < 04Molly > **the afternoon passes quickly. The easy affection between Molly and Varick is welcoming, infectious. By the time Varick is tired out, it is time to go in, and prepare for dinner. They part company in the hall, Morgan receiving a hug from Varick, who is bound for his tea, and bed. * @Morgan gets ready for dinner < 04Molly > *when he gets to dinner, Molly is the only one missing* < 04Molly > Ad: I've been reliably informed that she went to my brother's house in Innesbruck, taking the panzerhand, and has then disapeared < 04Molly > *the others look suprised* < 04Molly > Ma: You must be quite concerned about her... < 04Molly > AD: A little, yes < 04Molly > Da: Perhaps we should search for her? *he looks to Morgan* < 08@Morgan > she's already being looked for < 04Molly > Da: would she leave Eisen do you think? < 08@Morgan > its possible < 04Molly > AD: *he looks a little worried* I'd rather that not happen again * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Ve: *she looks up as the clock chimes the dinner hour, and then to Morgan* Is Molly well? < 08@Morgan > she was when I last saw her, yes < 04Molly > Ve: it is not like her to be late... I wonder that her care of Varick is taking its toll upon her? < 08@Morgan > I wouldn't have thought so... if you'll excuse me, I'll go and make sure she's ok * Molly steps in, speaking as she does < 04Molly > No need, liebling. I'm sorry I'm late. * @Morgan stands * Molly 's dress is quite impressive. Although a modfcation of the dark green satin dress she wore the other evening, it is markedly different. The neckline is several inches lower, and n the middle is a deep V, running down to the underneath of her breasts. Its laced wth a matching green ribbon, tied in a perfect bow. It seems impossible that such a delicate knot could contain so ample a bosom, yet it does. The gaps between the lacings display a hint of the inner curve of her breasts, and the low neck displays the rise of her chest magnificently. Lower down, the dress is a smoother line, unpetticoated, and it skims closely over her hips. < 04Molly > It seems impossible that such a delicate knot could contain so ample a bosom, yet it does. The gaps between the lacings display a hint of the inner curve of her breasts, and the low neck displays the rise of her chest magnificently. Lower down, the dress is a smoother line, unpetticoated, and it skims closely over her hips. * @Morgan pulls out a chair < 04Molly > *Adalbrecht looks on with admiration. David looks about to object, Martha nudging him with a small shake of her head. Verity looks her up and down* < 04Molly > Ve: that is a very stylish gown, I dont think I've ever seen anything like it. Is that the newest fashion in Avalon? * Molly remains standing, head high, chest out, proudly. She looks almost regal, and full of confidence < 04Molly > Oh no, but I thought with so many guests of Eisen high society coming, if I can attract any attention, I might be able to make it Eisen's next fashion trend < 04Molly > AD: You'll have no problem in drawing attention, none at all! *he smiles at her approvingly* < 04Molly > *David watches Morgan's reaction* * @Morgan blushes, standing behind the chair he's pulled out * Molly sits down on the chair < 04Molly > Thankyou liebling * @Morgan whispers in her ear as he eases the chair forward < 08@Morgan > you look wonderful blossom * Molly whispers back, with a smile < 04Molly > and its only a single bow... * @Morgan blushes, sitting back down < 04Molly > AD: *he watches the two* I think, once the guests start to arrive, we'll have a ball, and then you can get startedas Eisen's newest trendsetter... do you not think so, Morgan? < 08@Morgan > indeed I do < 04Molly > Ma: You'll be the belle of the ball, Moll * Molly laughs softly < 04Molly > No, there are far more beautiful Eisen women who'll take that place... < 04Molly > Ad: I disagree. At present, the three most beautiful women in Eisen are all Avalon, and all sat at this table * Molly , Martha and Verity all blush, whilst Adalbrecht winks at Morgan, and David laughs < 04Molly > DA: Well said, my Lord < 04Molly > **the servants lay out the dinner. Molly tells them about all the funny things that Varick has done that day. The affection she holds for the boy is clear in her voice and expression, and a quick look passes between martha and verity < 04Molly > AD: David, you will come and begin the building works tomorrow? < 04Molly > DA: Yes, I will. I'd like to show Martha and Molly our new home in a few days also, if that suits you,my Lord? < 04Molly > AD: Yes, I'll have the remainder of the ruins cleared by then < 04Molly > ((who or what is Morgan paying attention to?)) < 08@Morgan > ((Molly)) * Molly 's face becomes perfectly neutral, and she takes up hea wine, sipping it slowly < 04Molly > Ma: I'd like to see it. Then we can pick out curtains and things, can't we, Moll? * @Morgan sips his wine, making a slight face < 04Molly > hmm? Oh, yes, there's no doubt a good merchant for fabrics here... Morgan, what was the name of that man we met in Freiburg on the bone bridge? * @Morgan concentrates a moment < 08@Morgan > Jarvik < 04Molly > Ve: He has some wonderful fabrics, I shall request that he visits later this week < 04Molly > Ma: *she looks excited* That will be wonderful, thank you * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > I'm sure we shall make it as perfect as can be < 04Molly > **the rest of the dinner passes quickly, and soon the ladies leave for the drawing room, whilst a butler brings in cigars and a wooden trolley of drinks, allowing them to serve themselves. The other men both light up cigars, and take glasses of port * @Morgan pours a glass of port < 04Molly > AD: I think Martha might have moved you in by the time Molly and Morgan are back from ther honeymoon < 04Molly > Da: *he nods* probably. Once a Forrester woman has a notion in her head, it can be hard to disuade her < 04Molly > AD: I can't imagine Molly being that way? *he looks at Morgan* < 08@Morgan > dont make any large wagers on that < 04Molly > *they both laugh* < 04Molly > AD: speaking of large wagers, I'm told you're now in debt to Molly for half your fortune * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > it turns out I'm not nearly so good at poker as I thought < 04Molly > Da: another problem with Forrester women is that they rarely forget a promise of money... you're in deep water I'm afraid... * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > my fortune isn't all that great right now < 04Molly > Da: Half a ship < 04Molly > AD: half of your allowance that was sat in the bank during the duration of your absence... that must be worth around two thousand guilders... * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I was thinking of giving her a ship anyway < 04Molly > *they both look suprised* < 04Molly > Da: she _did_love the Purple Rose a great deal < 08@Morgan > indeed... though I'd rather not have to have a ballroom < 04Molly > Ad: you need only look at her gown this evening to know that is an argument you shall never win < 08@Morgan > I wouldn't be so sure < 04Molly > Da *he frowns* The dress was... revealing... < 04Molly > AD: *he laughs* she's a grown woman, David,  not a girl. She's on the verge of becoming a wife, such displays of feminnty are to be expected < 04Molly > DA: *he looks to Morgan* I suppose it is more your problem than mine now... < 08@Morgan > I'd say so < 04Molly > Da: *he stands* If you'll excuse me, I'll see you in the drawing room * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > AD: Yes, of course < 04Molly > *david leaves* * Molly is now known as Adalbrecht * Adalbrecht leans back in his chair, a dark grey ring of smoke as he exhales < 14Adalbrecht > Even though Alarice is gone, everything seems to be falling in to place fairly nicely... * @Morgan watches his father * Adalbrecht drinks from his glass < 14Adalbrecht > do you not agree? < 08@Morgan > more or less... The situation with Alarice unsettles me still. < 14Adalbrecht > Why? < 08@Morgan > its unfinished * Adalbrecht watches him < 14Adalbrecht > how will you finish it? < 08@Morgan > I dont know yet. * Adalbrecht nods, puffing on the cigar < 14Adalbrecht > You'll need to speak to Heinrich also * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I know... I've no idea what to do there either < 14Adalbrecht > Do you regret wishing to take the situation on? < 08@Morgan > I regret that the situation came to pass... I will not regret having the duty < 14Adalbrecht > Then I am afriad you must find a resolution < 08@Morgan > my original idea has changed somewhat < 14Adalbrecht > which was? * Adalbrecht taps the ash from the cigar into a red glass ashtray < 08@Morgan > I was thinking of running Heinrich through < 14Adalbrecht > His family might object * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > he dishonoured us... he dishonoured them. It would've been fitting. < 14Adalbrecht > And instead you are thinking...? < 08@Morgan > I dont know * Adalbrecht watches him < 14Adalbrecht > I trust you. If you wish to chastise him, and have him back as your valet, I shall understand < 08@Morgan > I dont think I could trust him like that again < 14Adalbrecht > No? < 08@Morgan > how could I trust a man to hold a razor to my throat when he deceives me about something like this... < 14Adalbrecht > True, yes. * Adalbrecht finishes his port < 14Adalbrecht > Some men can't seem to restrain themselves < 08@Morgan > no... * Adalbrecht sighs < 14Adalbrecht > Women either, it seems < 08@Morgan > quite < 14Adalbrecht > Even if you did run Heinrich through, that would not do for Alarice < 08@Morgan > no, I know < 14Adalbrecht > why does she behave n such a wanton manner? * @Morgan looks slightly amused < 08@Morgan > everyone does at some point or another father < 14Adalbrecht > Do they indeed? Session Time: Mon Mar 15 00:00:00 2010 < 08@Morgan > without wanting to be crass... Edward and I are all the proof you need of that * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > That is most definately not the same < 08@Morgan > it is to a point... the only difference is the discretion and proper direction of such... feelings < 14Adalbrecht > There is a large difference between displaying love in such a way, and bedding anyone who comes into your line of sight < 08@Morgan > I quite agree, but the feelings and actions are the same < 14Adalbrecht > Perhaps she ought to see a doctor, such an excess of these urges is quite unnatural in a woman * @Morgan raises an eyebrow < 08@Morgan > come now, surely you're not so close minded as to actually believe that? * Adalbrecht actually blushes a little < 14Adalbrecht > well, in my experience, women are far more restrained, less driven than men * @Morgan shakes his head before sipping his port * Adalbrecht puts out the cigar < 14Adalbrecht > You think her behaviour is normal then? < 08@Morgan > I think her desire is... her lack of restraint or discretion, however... < 14Adalbrecht > She needs to be married off. < 08@Morgan > quite < 14Adalbrecht > There'll be plenty of eligible bachelors attending the wedding * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > We can find someone then I think < 08@Morgan > if she returns < 08@Morgan > incidentally, she didn't go to Fischler or Starke * Adalbrecht sighs < 14Adalbrecht > That doesn't leave many options < 08@Morgan > no... < 14Adalbrecht > I'm sure she will reappear in Innesbruck or Koln once her money runs out * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > perhaps she's heard the rumours about me and decided that its safer to stay away < 14Adalbrecht > what rumours? < 08@Morgan > that I beat Edward into such a state that he had to see a surgeon in a big city to get the damage mended * Adalbrecht frowns < 14Adalbrecht > How did that become gossip? < 08@Morgan > I dont know < 14Adalbrecht > I doubt that's why she hasn't returned, she knows you'd never strike a woman < 08@Morgan > I think that rather depends on the woman * Adalbrecht shakes his head < 14Adalbrecht > I don't believe you ever would * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > if one starts swinging a mace at me... < 14Adalbrecht > a woman with a mace? * Adalbrecht laughs * @Morgan nods slightly < 08@Morgan > A young lady I employed when I was in Avalon... she was very good with it < 14Adalbrecht > and you hit her? < 08@Morgan > no, but I would if she started swinging it at me * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > that is understandable < 08@Morgan > and lets be honest, reputations aren't always based in fact < 14Adalbrecht > This one isn't much wrong... It cost a small fortune to repair his nose * @Morgan shrugs < 14Adalbrecht > And he did spend several weeks in Numa to recover < 08@Morgan > I'm sure he did * Adalbrecht watches Morgan < 14Adalbrecht > we should go to the drawing room, before we're missed * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > probably * Adalbrecht stands up, heading to the door * @Morgan finishes his port and stands up, following his father < 14Adalbrecht > **when they enter the room, the others are playing poker. The room is quit cosy, the clock on the mantle shows that longer has passed since dinner than he expected * Adalbrecht is now known as Molly * Molly looks up at Morgan with a smile * @Morgan smiles back < 04Molly > Ve: would you like to jon us, dear boy? < 08@Morgan > no, thank you... half my fortune is quite enough to lose < 04Molly > **they all laugh** * Molly looks at him, mock innocence in her eyes < 04Molly > I might let you win it back... < 08@Morgan > I'd rather not take that chance * Molly pouts playfully < 04Molly > That's a shame * Molly stands up, giving her seat to Adalbrecht, who sits down, and the cards are redealt. Molly goes over to the open french doors, and steps out on to the balcony * @Morgan follows her * Molly puts her hands on the rail, the night breeze teasing her piled hair. She sighs softly, the tension flowing out of her. The night is stunning, the stars bright and the moon near full. The sudlache glows slightly, a luminescent blue < 08@Morgan > eerie, isn't it * Molly smiles, though doesnt turn < 04Molly > Its beautiful, in a very ethereal sort of way < 08@Morgan > I suppose * Molly turns to look to him, leaning against the balcony rail < 04Molly > You don't think its beautiful? < 08@Morgan > It is, I suppose, but its being rather eclipsed right now * Molly moves to one side, embarresed < 04Molly > Oh, I'm sorry * @Morgan rolls his eyes < 08@Morgan > you miss my point < 04Molly > which is, liebling? < 08@Morgan > that your beauty far overrides that of the environment * Molly grins < 04Molly > Why thank you liebling, you are too kind < 08@Morgan > no, merely honest * Molly smiles < 04Molly > what do you think of the dress? < 08@Morgan > its... daring * Molly watches him closely < 04Molly > is that good, or bad? < 08@Morgan > that depends on your point of view, I think * Molly looks a little troubled < 04Molly > I care not for anyone elses point of view but your own < 08@Morgan > in my view it is very good... apart from making it very difficult to concentrate during dinner * Molly smiles < 04Molly > You managed capably < 08@Morgan > barely. I couldn't tell you what I ate < 04Molly > That is a great burden for a man to bear, is it not? < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > Though I could hardly rectify it by taking it off, could I? < 08@Morgan > no... not really * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I have an awful feeling that you might miss many dinners due to my gowns in the future * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > eatings overrated anyway * Molly blushes and giggles < 04Molly > you flatter me liebling, at this rate you'll make me as vain as Lady Rebecca < 08@Morgan > I dont think thats possible < 04Molly > Oh I assure you it is < 08@Morgan > I dont think I've met anyone as vain as her < 08@Morgan > and I know Holzheim < 04Molly > Colonel Kai perhaps < 04Molly > Ahh, but Captain Holzheim has good reason for his vanity, does he not? < 08@Morgan > thats beside the point < 04Molly > I can not see that Lady Rebecca is beautiful enough to warrant such a high opnion of herself, but perhaps it is a beauty best visible to the masculine sex * @Morgan makes a face < 04Molly > **Adalbrecht comes out on to the balcony* We are all retiring, it will be a long day tomorrow, I recommend you both do likewise *his gaze lingers on Molly a moment, as if decphering a puzzle* * @Morgan looks at his father, nodding slightly * Molly smiles and curtsies. This little bob only serves to strain the bowed ribbon at her cleavage even more so. Adalbrecht turns, and goes back inside, looking slightly flustered * @Morgan rubs his nose * Molly watches him < 04Molly > is something the matter? < 08@Morgan > no, nothing < 04Molly > **there is the faint noise of the door clicking behind the others, leaving the drawing room empty < 04Molly > You must be to work tomorrow? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'm afraid so * Molly watches hm intently < 04Molly > Perhaps you ought to go to your bed as he suggested... < 08@Morgan > perhaps... * @Morgan looks reluctant * Molly smiles cheekily < 04Molly > Unless you'd rather go elsewhere? < 08@Morgan > well.... I certainly had a bed in mind * Molly blushes < 04Molly > Oh how fervently I wish it were my bed you wished to come to this night * @Morgan scratches his neck < 08@Morgan > curiously enough... * Molly bites her lip < 04Molly > and if I ask you to do just that, what will you say, I wonder * @Morgan shrugs slightly, looking across the lake < 04Molly > at least perhaps you might escort me to my room? < 08@Morgan > if that is what you wish... < 04Molly > That is the least of it... * @Morgan chuckles * Molly smiles < 04Molly > You wish to take me upstairs then? * @Morgan nods * Molly takes his hand, and leads him back in to the room. She closes the windows, and slowly extinguishes all the candles bar one. * @Morgan watches her intently * Molly opens the door, and leads him silently throught the corridors, only the gentle satin swish of her skirt breaking the quiet. As she goes up the stairs in front of him, the effect of an unpetticoated skirt is clearer, the way it caresses over her hips, her rounded behind, her thighs. The light from the candle is warm, an orange glow that lights the way to the nursery parlour * Molly opens the door, and lets him in * @Morgan enters the room * Molly follows, and puts the candle down on the table. She moves closer to him, brushing against him as she closes the door behind them. Whatever look is in her eyes, its hidden whilst she keeps them downcast < 04Molly > I hope you had no wish to leave just yet... < 08@Morgan > no, blossom * Molly moves back to standing close in front of him. Her blue eyes come up to meet his. < 04Molly > Would you like tea, blokner's comfort, or something else? < 08@Morgan > something else entirely.... < 08@Morgan > but I think some tea to drink * Molly watches him intently, a slight pause before she speaks < 04Molly > You need but name it... * @Morgan blushes < 08@Morgan > not for a few days, I cant * Molly takes a step away, and goes to the teapot < 04Molly > You can always say it, even if you can not yet do it * Molly pours two cups of tea. < 08@Morgan > no, I think I'd rather retain a little... decorum for now < 04Molly > then we must take our tea here, rather than in my bed room < 08@Morgan > I think that would be best * Molly looks about to speak, but accidentally knocks the tea spoon from the table with the back of her hand. She bends down and picks it up. Somehow, defying both logic and physics, the addtional stress that her bosom places on the narrow lacings is not enough to snap the fabric, though affords him a much better view of her breasts * @Morgan coughs, blushing * Molly looks up at him immedately, without straightening up. she smiles to herself < 04Molly > You are quite well? < 08@Morgan > I am... * Molly finishes making the tea, and carries both cups to the couch < 04Molly > I trust your sense of restraint will not prevent you joining me? * Molly smiles playfully < 08@Morgan > no, I dont think so < 04Molly > good * Molly settles herself down, though the skirt takes little arranging. it does however fall against her thighs that does absolutely nothing to hide their shape. She watches him, and offers his cup to him * @Morgan takes it and sits down * Molly turns in her seat slightly to face him a little more. She sips her tea, holding the cup close to that infuratingly perfect bow < 04Molly > Are you excited about the building works? < 08@Morgan > to a point, yes... I cant say I'm looking forward to all the hard work * Molly takes his hand in hers < 04Molly > You were once keen to work hard, to plow the deep furrows of the earth, to sow the seeds, to gather up the harvest and lay down the wheat... < 08@Morgan > I know... I've a suspicion that I'm going to be lugging bricks < 04Molly > and splitting logs, I'm sure < 08@Morgan > that I can deal with * Molly kisses his hand < 04Molly > just when these hands were becoming so soft once more < 08@Morgan > not a desirable trait to my mind < 04Molly > your hands being soft? * @Morgan nods * Molly turns his hand over, and kisses his palm < 04Molly > I can see certain merits to it... < 08@Morgan > perhaps, but it makes it seem that I am pampered and dont know what real work is * Molly presses her palm to his < 04Molly > mine are soft, yet you know well that I am no stranger to labouring < 08@Morgan > thats true... mens hands are not supposed to be soft < 04Molly > why? < 08@Morgan > they're just not * Molly links her fingers in to his < 04Molly > Do you not ind it stranger, that there are so many rules of things men and women are supposed to do, or to be < 04Molly > ((find it strange)) * @Morgan shrugs slightly < 08@Morgan > thats just how things are... I cant really say I've given it a lot of thought < 04Molly > oh I have... such as how a woman is expected to be a virgin on her wedding night, yet a man is expected to have bedded all manner of lightskirts, courtesans and servants, and no-one bats an eyelid * @Morgan nods, sipping his tea < 04Molly > It is rather unfair... < 08@Morgan > my father seems to think that Eisen men are all virgins when they wed * Molly starts to laugh < 04Molly > I'd be amazed if any of them are! < 08@Morgan > I think my fathers quite naive, really * Molly looks thoughtful < 04Molly > One can only assume that he himself... oh goodness! * Molly blushes * @Morgan chuckles < 04Molly > I can only dread to think what he would make of Lieutenant Kurt < 08@Morgan > I strongly suspect he'd dislike him. Greatly < 04Molly > I should imagine he's responsible for ruining hundreds of women < 08@Morgan > I would have thought so * Molly smiles, looking thoughtful * Molly sips her tea < 08@Morgan > something on your mind? * Molly blushes < 04Molly > I was considering how enjoyable it would be were you to decide to do the same to me... < 08@Morgan > ruin you? < 04Molly > well, I don't know that I'd be technically ruined, but I can only imagine the physical process is much the same < 08@Morgan > indeed * Molly looks at him < 04Molly > does it trouble you that I think so oft of such things? < 08@Morgan > no... it troubles me that I often wish to do such things * Molly looks slightly suprised, but smiles broadly < 04Molly > soon, liebling, a night not long from now, we'll set the tea cups aside and make those thoughts a reality * @Morgan nods, blushing < 04Molly > Until then, you shall have to content yourself with the things you _can_ do... < 08@Morgan > true enough * Molly sips her tea < 04Molly > I'm sure you'll find me more than accomodating... * @Morgan chuckles * Molly looks down at the dress < 04Molly > I'm not quite sure how this has managed to hold together all evening < 08@Morgan > nor I < 04Molly > all from one tiny little bow... < 08@Morgan > it is most impressive... if a little... tempting * Molly smiles wickedly < 04Molly > I tied it seven different times in an attempt to make it so appealing, so easy to pull * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > you did very well * Molly smiles < 04Molly > and yet it remains tied * @Morgan nods slightly, sipping his tea < 04Molly > obviously I will have to do better next time * Molly grins * @Morgan puts the cup in the saucer and leans over slightly, tugging on the ribbon * Molly bites her lip, her breath catching as the ribbon rapidly comes apart under the force that was contained by the bow. It seperates the front of the dress, her nipples barely still covered whilst the soft curves of her cleavage are completely revealed in the pale light of the candle < 08@Morgan > sometimes temptation is just too much * Molly looks at him softly < 04Molly > was it worth the wait? < 08@Morgan > definitely * Molly smiles < 04Molly > It's certainly less constraining... < 08@Morgan > quite < 04Molly > next time, I shall make it strapless, then when you pull the ribbon, it will come away completely < 08@Morgan > oh? * Molly smiles innocently < 04Molly > It may be a gap, but probably too small to get your hand in... the strapless option would be far more practical... < 08@Morgan > I see < 04Molly > you do not approve? < 08@Morgan > I didn't say that < 04Molly > the only alternative would be for me to take the straps down... * Molly watches his reaction closely < 08@Morgan > well... since its not strapless, that would seem to be the way forward * Molly shrugs the shoulder straps off,and the top of the dress falls down to her waist. Her bosom now bared, there is a hint of nervousness in her expression < 04Molly > better, liebling? < 08@Morgan > much, blossom * Molly smiles < 04Molly > That is good, I like to please you * @Morgan smiles * Molly reaches out, taking his hand in hers < 04Molly > You always seem a little afraid of me, dear one... < 08@Morgan > afraid of your reaction... of my own.. < 04Molly > why are you afraid of my reaction? < 08@Morgan > I do not wish to offend you, overstep my bounds... < 04Molly > You could not offend me...you could do all the things I heard spoken of on the Coral to me, and I would not be displeased... < 08@Morgan > that depends, I think, on what you heard upon the Coral * Molly squeezes his hand gently < 04Molly > Things that I never thought possibly occured between men and women... < 08@Morgan > oh now I am intrigued < 04Molly > One day, I will show you perhaps * Molly grins < 08@Morgan > you are an out and out tease < 04Molly > and yet I am not the one fully clothed... so I can't be * @Morgan laughs < 04Molly > Furthermore, were I so succesful a tease, you would be far too occupied to find a breath with whch to call me so * Molly giggles < 08@Morgan > I'm distracting myself < 04Molly > from what, precisely? < 08@Morgan > from the thought of bringing my lips to your chest * Molly quickly drops her eyes, voice scarce more than a whisper < 04Molly > I wish you would... * @Morgan leans down and kisses the soft skin on the top of her breast * Molly moans quietly, breathing in deeply, her ample mound pushing against his mouth < 04Molly > that feels wonderful * @Morgan moves closer to her nipple, sucking the skin slightly * Molly 's breathing turns shallow, rapid, her nipples already hard, and a shiver runs through her * @Morgan moves slightly lower, mouth encircling her nipple, drawing it in * Molly whimpers, her hand gently coming to the back of his head as she strokes his hair < 04Molly > oh my! * * @Morgan grazes his teeth across her nipple, flicking his tongue across it * Molly 's fingers tighten reflexively in his hair, a tight but not quite painful tug. Her other hand comes to rest half way up his thigh * @Morgan draws away, looking at her * Molly watches him. Having given up her guard, her expression is full of love, lust and joy in equal measures. Her breathing is rapid, irregular, pulse thudding visibly in her slender neck * Molly suddenly frowns < 04Molly > Have I displeased you somehow? < 08@Morgan > of course not < 04Molly > then why do you pull away? < 08@Morgan > I wanted to look at you... its a little difficult from so close * Molly blushes, biting her lower lip < 04Molly > Surely I look the same as always? < 08@Morgan > You do... which is why I wanted to look * Molly reaches up and strokes his cheek < 04Molly > It gives me chance to do the same... * @Morgan smiles < 04Molly > You are quite beautiful, did you know that? * @Morgan frowns slightly < 04Molly > what is the matter, liebling? < 08@Morgan > I'm not _meant_ to be beautiful < 04Molly > Handsome then... < 08@Morgan > handsome I can live with * Molly grins < 04Molly > You admit it then? * @Morgan shrugs * Molly kisses his cheek. Her hand remains half way up his thigh still < 04Molly > You are though... you're the most handsome man I know < 08@Morgan > you must not know many... < 08@Morgan > have you seen HeinzHarold, or Holzheim? < 04Molly > and had I found them to be superior to you, I would have given my... *she looks down at her chest* attentions to them instead < 08@Morgan > I think perhaps you're going blind < 04Molly > You chose to believe that if it pleases you < 04Molly > ((choose)) * Molly runs her fingers a few inches further up his thigh, watching him with a wicked smile * @Morgan shivers slightly < 04Molly > one of these days, I shall have the nerve to take my hand as high as I wish to... * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > I await that day * Molly bites her lip < 04Molly > don't tease me, liebling, less it spurs me to do so far sooner than you expect... * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > I dont find that idea particularly troubling < 04Molly > my curiosity may well then outweigh my fears * Molly squeezes his thigh slightly * @Morgan nods slightly < 08@Morgan > fears are there to be overcome I think * Molly blushes < 04Molly > I would not wish to hurt you * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > there's little chance of that * Molly shrugs < 04Molly > I would not know... I do not wish to do it badly < 08@Morgan > I dont foresee that, to be honest * Molly watches him closely < 04Molly > If only I came to you with more experience... < 08@Morgan > I'm glad you didn;t < 04Molly > why? * @Morgan shrugs slightly < 08@Morgan > I dont know that I'd have found you so appealing had you not been so... innocent * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I won't be innocent much longer... < 08@Morgan > no, I know < 04Molly > will I still appeal to you, once I've given my innocence over to your capable ministrations I wonder? < 08@Morgan > of course < 04Molly > Good... * Molly 's hand edges carefully higher up his thigh, pausing a mere inch before touching him more intmately than shes dared to. She studies him intently, her own breathing so shallow as to barely be noticeable * @Morgan breathes slow, measured breaths, eyes locked on hers * Molly licks her lower lip a little before she begins to suck it softly. she slowly releases it, grazing it with her teeth, and it becomes a full, red pout. She squeezes his thigh, though doesnt move < 08@Morgan > I will not force you to do more * Molly 's voice becomes a low,quiet almost-purr < 04Molly > I never thought that you would, liebling * Molly leans in, her breath a gentle, teasing warmth on his earlobe, bare breasts against the expensive fabric of his shirt, the warm scent of her skin, her perfume surrounding them both < 04Molly > but is it your desire, your will? * @Morgan whispers < 08@Morgan > it is * Molly plants a gentle, hot kiss on his neck just below his ear. Her hand moves up a fraction more, oh-so-close * @Morgan fidgets slightly * Molly smiles, a gesture unseen, but felt against his skin. She parts her lips, softly sucking the smooth skin, her tongue caressing the captured flesh. She inhales deeply, taking in the scent of him, mixed with the slight lngering fragrance of shavng soap * @Morgan shivers < 04Molly > You smell incredible... * Molly bites his neck gently * @Morgan draws in breath sharply * Molly runs the tip of her tongue over the slight teeth marks. She fidgets slightly, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and he can feel her nipples through the linen. < 04Molly > more, my love? < 08@Morgan > thats your choice < 04Molly > but it _is_ what you want? * @Morgan nods * Molly nods in return. There is a tremour of nerves that runs through her. Against his neck, she takes a deep, steadying breath, and slowly, carefully her hand move higher. Her fingertips caress the side of his hardness, causing a shock of sensation * @Morgan moans slightly * Molly sucks contentedly at his neck, and her nervous hand moves a fraction more, preparing to lay flat across the straining fabric of his trousers. * @Morgan sighs * Molly very gently lowers her palm. She gasps slightly, a quiet sound, one that he almost has to strain to hear. The noise that follows a split second after is neither pleasurable or quiet. The child's scream, even two rooms away, is enough to shatter their lovers silence, and heart-breaking in the note of fear it contains. Immediately, Molly sprngs away from him, and pulls the dress back on in great haste. ((how much attention is he paying?)) * Molly gets the dress on quickly. Her expression that first registered suprise, contains no fear, only a desperation, and pain is clear by the tears n her eyes that the cry has brought to her. She laces the ribbons through the dress as she goes to the door, collecting up the candle wthout a backward glance, almost running * @Morgan sighs, breathing slowly before standing up * Molly doesn't bother to close the door beside her, mind filled with getting to Varick as soon as possible. < 04Molly > ((behind*)) * @Morgan walks through to Varicks room < 04Molly > **Inga is just coming out of the room, a dressing gown over her nightdress * @Morgan looks at her for a moment < 08@Morgan > whats the problem, Inga? < 04Molly > I: Oh! I am sorry, my Lord, I was just going to the kitchen to heat some milk for Varick. Just another nightmare, my Lord, though I doubt he'll go back to his own bed tonight * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I: Can I get anything for you also? < 08@Morgan > a glass of milk, if you would < 04Molly > *if she notices any sort of dishevellment, she is careful not to draw attention with her gaze* yes, my Lord * @Morgan nods and continues into Varicks room * Molly is sat on the floor with him cradled in her lap, his blanket around them both. She rocks him, though he continues to sob, clinging to her tightly. In the candle light, Morgan can see the sparkling of Molly's own tears in reaction, tears that she tries to hide from the small boy she holds close < 08@Morgan > nightmares? * Molly nods, swallowing hard < 04Molly > aye, this  is the second night I've seen, though I believe t has been going on much longer < 08@Morgan > it wouldn't surprise me < 04Molly > *Varicks sobs lessen slightly, and Molly beckons Morgan closer* * @Morgan moves closer * Molly holds out a free hand to him, urging him down to their level * @Morgan crouches < 04Molly > *Varick fidgets a little, spreading himslf out so that he is touching them both * Molly tries to wipe her tears, but the angle of Varicks arms prevent her from doing so * @Morgan reaches out and wipes her tears * Molly blushes hard, and has to look away. There is the merest hint of guilt in her expression. Varicks crying begins to lessen, and he lets go of Molly. He moves to Morgan, wrapping his arms around Morgans neck. He smells warm, almost baby-like, his crying quieting * @Morgan stands up, rocking the child * Molly looks at them both a moment. She speaks softly < 04Molly > Would you like to sleep in my bed again, mein mauschen? < 04Molly > V: *he looks to her and nods, sucking his thumb* * Molly looks to Morgan < 04Molly > Would you bring him to the parlour whilst I prepare for bed? * @Morgan nods, carrying the boy to the parlour * Molly follows, and goes into her room * @Morgan hums quietly to Varick < 04Molly > V: *he sniffles, but the tears subside* < 04Molly > V: *he hugs himself close to Morgan* I couldn't save him < 08@Morgan > save who? < 04Molly > My daddy. Was riding with him. Couldnt catch him in time. too fast < 08@Morgan > its just a dream, Varick < 04Molly > every night * @Morgan holds him tighter < 04Molly > no one used to come < 08@Morgan > someone does now < 04Molly > V: *he smiles* she likes me < 08@Morgan > who does? < 04Molly > Lady Forrester < 08@Morgan > yes she does < 04Molly >   I like her. she's kind < 08@Morgan > I know * Molly comes back in. She wears a shift with a deep blue satin gown over the top, barefoot. Her hair is unpinned, lookng toussled, slightly messy, but very appealing. She watches Morgan a moment < 04Molly > Time for bed I think * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I quite agree * Molly leads the way to the bedroom, where the covers are pulled back * @Morgan follows through < 04Molly > Now Varick, say goodnight, and I shall be back n a moment < 04Molly > *he hugs Morgan* Good night Morgan < 08@Morgan > good night Varick * @Morgan puts him on the bed < 04Molly > *he slips under the sheets easily, familiar now* * Molly goes to the door, and steps outside * @Morgan smiles at him a moment before following molly outside * Molly shuts the door quietly * Molly looks at Morgan, eyes intense < 04Molly > I'm sorry we were interupted < 08@Morgan > as am I... but its one of those things < 04Molly > Just when I had managed to master my fears... * Molly smiles * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > aye < 04Molly > instead I must send you away to your bed with thoughts of what might have been... * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > that circle of events does repeat itself rather often * Molly looks confused < 04Molly > I dont understand < 08@Morgan > my going to my bed with thoughts of what might have been * Molly nods < 04Molly > for me also, as it has been since february... * Molly looks at the door with a soft smile < 04Molly > Of all the Eisen men who one might have bet up to be the first to spend the night in my bed, I doubt a single guilder would have been put on this one! < 04Molly > ((up = on)) < 08@Morgan > I doubt it... * Molly grins < 04Molly > envious, liebling? * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > a little * Molly steps forward, pressing against him < 04Molly > Believe me, when you come to my bed, it will not be for the sake of a peaceful night's sleep * @Morgan blushes < 04Molly > I hope you did not think otherwise < 08@Morgan > no... not at all < 04Molly > then we'll be just fine * Molly kisses him softly * @Morgan sighs contentedly * Molly pulls away < 04Molly > Sweet dreams, my love < 08@Morgan > and you blossom < 04Molly > You have made all my dreams come true, there is nothing left for me now but sweet ones... * @Morgan smiles * Molly opens the door < 04Molly > Goodnight, dearest one < 08@Morgan > goodnight blossom * Molly goes inside, shutting the door softly. The springs of the bed squeak as she gets in