Session Start: Fri Jul 16 04:52:52 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Fri Jul 16 04:52:53 2010 Session Start: Sun Jul 25 21:34:27 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Adalbrecht Session Time: Mon Jul 26 00:00:00 2010 * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.3] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.3) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 14Adalbrecht > <14Adalbrecht> If you'll excuse me, I promised to visit with your mother a little while < 14Adalbrecht > * @Morgan nods, finishing his drink < 14Adalbrecht > <08@Morgan> I'll see you at dinner < 14Adalbrecht > * Adalbrecht nod, smiling as he watches the younger man leave < 14Adalbrecht > ((done)) * @Morgan heads to the armory < 14Adalbrecht > **The armoury stands adjacent to the end of the east wing of the house, the entrance through the house via a long corridor. It's a huge room, filled with weapons dating back more than 500 years, and ranging to the current high technology of the time, as well as a large number of swords, rifles and flintlocks used to mass an army if Sudlachenburg ever calls for one. * @Morgan looks over the weaponry before selecting a longbow and a quiver of arrows < 14Adalbrecht > ((oh my...)) * @Morgan heads back outside into the gardens < 14Adalbrecht > *It's elegant, deeply polished. A fine, strong weapon. The arrows are sleek, narrow, the three feathers bright white at the end of the shaft. They almost glow in the bright sunlight that warms the grass and teases the flowering buds in die Dauerhaftigkeit's lawns. * @Morgan walks into an open space and drops the quiver, stringing the bow < 14Adalbrecht > ((how much attention is he paying to the house/surroundings?)) < 08@Morgan > ((a fair bit)) < 14Adalbrecht > A door opens, the hinges making a tiny metallic noise whilst the bottom of the door gently swishes over the flagstones. * 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. * @Morgan looks around * Molly halts at the top of the steps down to the garden, watching him, unsure of herself. Her fingers run into the creases of her pale blue skirt. * @Morgan smiles at her for a moment before turning back and picking out an arrow * Molly looks around briefly, before settling to sit upon the top step * @Morgan notches the arrow, speaking over his shoulder < 08@Morgan > are you well? < 04Molly > Mostly, yes. And you, liebes herz? < 08@Morgan > Fair... why only mostly? * Molly looks away < 04Molly > I am a little troubled, that is all < 08@Morgan > by... * Molly looks back to him < 04Molly > I am concerned about Varick < 08@Morgan > Moreso than earlier? * Molly nods * @Morgan draws the bow, aiming off down towards the lake < 04Molly > He is a very unhappy little boy. < 08@Morgan > my father said as much * Molly watches him, curious as to how succeful his archery will be < 04Molly > Even cake did not cheer him overmuch < 08@Morgan > Do you wish me to speak to him? * Molly shrugs < 04Molly > I do not know what is best < 08@Morgan > You think it might be best to not speak to him? * @Morgan looses the arrow which buries itself in the ground six or so feet in front of him < 04Molly > I think we must proceed with caution. If we force his confidence, he may resent it * Molly looks suprised that he is not injured, though tries to cover it * @Morgan looks vaguely pleased with himself < 08@Morgan > As you wish < 04Molly > He is sleeping at present < 08@Morgan > probably just as well * Molly smiles < 04Molly > It will do him some good * @Morgan notches another arrow and draws the bow < 04Molly > Did you know that the valerian plant grows in abundance beneath the trees here? < 08@Morgan > Valerian? < 04Molly > It is a ferny sort of plan, makes a great dealof white and pink little flowers... * @Morgan releases the bow string which promptly snaps and drives the arrow straight down, missing his foot by a fraction of an inch * Molly gasps < 04Molly > Are you hurt?! < 08@Morgan > No... I think, though, I'll leave this particular attempt alone * Molly smiles < 04Molly > perhaps that is wise... * @Morgan sighs slightly < 08@Morgan > I suppose some things remain the same * Molly grins < 04Molly > No-one's perfect, even you < 08@Morgan > I'm far, far from it * Molly shrugs < 04Molly > you're the closest thing I've found < 08@Morgan > you've probably not been looking hard enough * Molly raises an eyebrow < 04Molly > I've been looking at _you_ rather hard though < 08@Morgan > true enough * @Morgan unstrings the bow < 04Molly > I've no desire to look for perfection elsewhere * @Morgan picks up the quiver and walks up to her * Molly watches him with a smile < 08@Morgan > I'll spend some time with Varick when he awakens * Molly nods < 04Molly > It'll be a few hours * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I was pleased to find the valerian, its almost completely extinct in southern Avalon now * @Morgan watsches her < 08@Morgan > there's something you're wishing to tell me about this flower... * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Nothing gets passed you, does it, my Lord? < 08@Morgan > now and then * Molly smiles at him < 04Molly > The root of the valerian plant has numerous medical uses, primarily as a relaxant. As soon as I found it and returned, I made a cream with valerian root, lavender and cammomile. * @Morgan waits < 04Molly > It's rubbed into the back and chest, to induce relaxation and help aid sleep. I used a little for Varick, and it worked nicely. I haven't had opportunity to make it since before I came to Lady Catherine's. * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > its best he sleeps * Molly nods < 04Molly > Of course, it was not him I made it for... < 08@Morgan > no? * Molly smiles < 04Molly > You said you are struggling to settle, liebling. I thought it might help you < 08@Morgan > I'm not entirely sure I like the idea of sleep being... foisted < 04Molly > It does not make you sleep, per se, but allows you to relax. I've used it previously, it primarily balances the system. For one feeling tense, anxious or restless, it brings calm and ease. For those who are listless, it brings an increase in enerfy without the mental and emotion burden. < 08@Morgan > I see * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I understad if you would not wish to try it, but it is always a useful tool to have, one I have been without for a great deal of time. * @Morgan breathes deeply < 08@Morgan > I suppose if there is any place safe to try it, it is here * Molly nods < 04Molly > I've seen no montaigne spell-casters of late. < 08@Morgan > No... they wouldn't be welcome < 04Molly > Good. It would be best after dinner on whatever day you choose, when you won't be expected to stand on ceremony * @Morgan nods * Molly watches him < 04Molly > It might do nothing for you, it's hard to know before one applies it < 08@Morgan > I do not know of anything planned for this evening * Molly looks thoughtful < 04Molly > Jarvik is coming to arrange the wedding clothes... But after that, I am completely at your service * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > It won't take too long for me to apply it. Perhaps I'll bring some cherry brandy? * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > perhaps some port... * Molly looks puzzled < 04Molly > Why port? < 08@Morgan > I dont like brandy... blokners is a little strong before bed * Molly nods < 04Molly > Then that is what I shall bring. Is there anything else you'd like? < 08@Morgan > no, I dont think so * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Your father is well? * @Morgan nods * Molly looks back up to the house < 04Molly > What did he say about our meeting with the solicitor? < 08@Morgan > It seems I'm going to have to speak with the staff in Innesbruck * Molly looks around < 04Molly > Are we able to discuss it out here, or did we ought to go somewhere we aren't likely to be overheard? < 08@Morgan > I suppose it'd be best to go somewhere quiet * Molly nods < 04Molly > Your office perhaps? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'll need to put this back * Molly waits for him to lead on * @Morgan heads to his office, via the armory * Molly follows on quietly * @Morgan goes into his office, holding the door open * Molly goes in. She immediately leans against the desk, watching him < 04Molly > Why must you go? * @Morgan closes the door * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > because I need answers. * Molly holds out her hands to him, eyes soft < 04Molly > what do you seek to learn? * @Morgan goes to her, taking her hands < 08@Morgan > I need documented evidence of Alarice's actions * Molly frowns < 04Molly > Your father believes the other options are futile? < 08@Morgan > We dont even know where she is to ask her, and I'm unwilling to wait a year on the offchance she doesn't object * Molly nods < 04Molly > There is evidence of her indiscretions here? * @Morgan pulls a face < 08@Morgan > well... Heinrich... * Molly looks solemn < 04Molly > But he is a household servant * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > my father is writing a statement < 04Molly > will it not look a little irregular that he has retained his employ? < 08@Morgan > perhaps < 04Molly > But a statement from Heinrich himself could prove beneficial? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > thats the plan < 04Molly > At the very least, he is the only witness to the cruelty she inflicted upon Varick that night * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I will need to find the old governess < 04Molly > The one who left with Alarice? < 08@Morgan > the one before... * Molly nods < 04Molly > Is she in Innesbruck? * Molly squeezes his hands < 08@Morgan > we think so < 04Molly > ((she was the nanny who disapeared suddenly, shes in seeufer)) < 08@Morgan > no... actually... seeufer * Molly nods < 04Molly > That is much further * @Morgan nods * Molly bites her lip, eyes downcast < 04Molly > when are you leaving? < 08@Morgan > Not before the wedding... * Molly grins < 04Molly > Oh good! < 04Molly > Are we to go whilst on our tour? * @Morgan looks guilty * Molly loosens one hand from his, gently bringing it to the smoothness of his cheek < 04Molly > that troubles you? < 08@Morgan > it troubles me that even on our honeymoon, work must be done * Molly nods slightly < 04Molly > I can see why you would feel so < 04Molly > However, I don't see it as work as such < 08@Morgan > no... but its still hardly honeymoonish < 04Molly > Are we to go straight there? < 08@Morgan > It'll be a detour in our original plan < 04Molly > In truth, the ideas your mother and father gave me in regards to route is quite flexible. We are to be in Starke about a month from now, but whatever else we do might be alterable * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Perhaps if we go to Seeufer through Innesbruck and Koln, we might then venture north to Freiburg? < 08@Morgan > I... need to go there also * Molly grins < 04Molly > A new black suit with shiny bits? * @Morgan looks confused * Molly shakes her head with a smile < 04Molly > Never mind... What takes you to Freiburg? * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > Alarice has a house there * Molly looks suprised < 04Molly > That was kept rather quiet < 08@Morgan > I didn't know until a lilttle while ago < 04Molly > Your father discovered such whilst away? < 08@Morgan > I think so * Molly nods < 04Molly > did he discover anything else? * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.3 ) (Quit: 12 14I 12- 15n 12- 15v 12- 00i 12- 00s 12- 15i 12- 15o 12- 14n 12 2.0 Build 3515 ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.3] has left IRC Session Close: Mon Jul 26 03:31:24 2010 Session Start: Mon Jul 26 03:31:24 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Mon Jul 26 03:31:24 2010 Session Start: Tue Aug 03 00:00:09 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' -ChanServ- This channel has been registered with ChanServ. * ChanServ sets mode: -o Molly * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.0] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.0) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 04Molly > < 08@Morgan > Alarice has a house there < 04Molly > * Molly looks suprised < 04Molly > < 04Molly > That was kept rather quiet < 04Molly > < 08@Morgan > I didn't know until a lilttle while ago < 04Molly > < 04Molly > Your father discovered such whilst away? < 04Molly > < 08@Morgan > I think so < 04Molly > * Molly nods < 04Molly > < 04Molly > did he discover anything else? * Joins: Morgan3Di (~mads.stei@212.183.140.0) * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.0 ) (Killed (NickServ (GHOST command used by Morgan3Di)) ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.0] has left IRC * Morgan3Di is now known as Morgan * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.0] is on IRC (00:00) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 04Molly > < 04Molly > did he discover anything else? * Molly watches him from her position perched on his desk, a little smile upon her lips * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no... * Molly holds out her hands to him < 04Molly > Was he pleased with how you have coped in his absence? * @Morgan takes them < 08@Morgan > he seems to be * Molly squeezes his larger hands in her tiny ones < 04Molly > I am glad, I know you were anxious * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > very * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > You are more capable than you believe < 08@Morgan > perhaps * Molly loosens one hand from his, bringing it tenderly to his cheek < 04Molly > You'll always have us to support you * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > **there is a little knock on the door* * @Morgan sighs slightly * Molly drops her palm from his face, rolling her eyes at the interruption * @Morgan smiles faintly < 08@Morgan > Kommon sie < 04Molly > *Martha opens the door* * Molly stops leaning on the desk < 04Molly > Is all well? Is Varick well? < 04Molly > Martha smiles, shutting the door: Everything is fine, Moll, but I wanted to speak to you * @Morgan stands up < 04Molly > Martha curtseys to him < 08@Morgan > please, there's no need for that. < 04Molly > Martha smiles: Of course. * Molly takes a seat < 04Molly > What did you wish to talk to me about, Mama? < 04Molly > Martha: I thought you'd want to know what occured on our trip. * Molly looks to Morgan with a smile < 04Molly > I asked Mama to look after Varick, and to see his behaviour there * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > please, sit. < 04Molly > Martha does so * @Morgan sits down * Molly rings the bell for tea and coffee < 04Molly > What happened Mama? < 04Molly > Martha: He was very quiet in Innesbruck, but became more and more distressed whilst we were in Koln. * Molly and Martha both look to Morgan, as if awaiting his opinion < 08@Morgan > More or less understandable under normal circumstances < 04Molly > Martha: He missed you both * Molly nods < 04Molly > I missed him a great deal < 04Molly > Martha: Last night he was plagued by nightmares and sleeplessness. He was inconsolable, all I could do was sit with him and wait for the morning. *she looks to Morgan* * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Martha: He kept calling for Molly * Molly nods, looking at him < 04Molly > That makes a deal of sense, given that I kept awaking, thinking I was hearing my name * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Martha: He dreams of riding, but not being very fast? < 08@Morgan > I should've known that would happen < 04Molly > Martha: In what way? < 08@Morgan > he... mentioned in the past about them * Molly looks to Martha < 04Molly > His father's death was due to a riding accident. < 04Molly > Martha nods as if this makes sense < 04Molly > **a knock at the door brings tea and coffee, which is distributed by a serving boy, who promptly leaves * Molly blows on the surface of her coffee before taking a sip * @Morgan picks up his cup, staring at the surface < 04Molly > Martha sips her tea: He has had a difficult childhood. < 08@Morgan > very < 04Molly > Martha: It is very sad when parents allow their children to bear the brunt of their marital problems * Molly looks at Morgan, watching him < 08@Morgan > Indeed it is. < 04Molly > Martha also looks at Morgan: I hope you do not see it as prying, but I asked a few questions whilst I was there * @Morgan looks at Martha < 04Molly > Martha: I thought perhaps if I knew a little more, I could make Varick more at ease * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Martha: I will understand if you do not wish to know, some things I discovered are of quite an... inappropriate nature. < 08@Morgan > I think its best if we know < 04Molly > Martha nods: In the begining, their marriage was very happy. But upon discovering that the Baroness was increasing, they were told to cease all *she blushes* relations for the health of the child. * Molly frowns, but doesnt speak < 08@Morgan > The medical types that treat the upper classes have some very... odd ideas * Molly bites her lower lip, nodding < 04Molly > Martha sips her tea: The Baron took two mistresses. This caused much distress and anger, which apparently contributed to a rather complicated and drawn-out birth. < 08@Morgan > two? < 04Molly > Martha: Apparently one was not enough * @Morgan frowns < 04Molly > Martha: Because the birth was so traumatic, the Baroness was told not to conceive again for at least three years. The ummm intimacy resumed, but only for a few weeks of a month *she starts to blush more, not looking at him* and so he kept both mistresses < 04Molly > Martha looks up at him, placatingly: As is his right, as a nobleman, of course. * @Morgan snorts < 08@Morgan > a noble right perhaps, but not a noble action < 04Molly > Martha looks out of her depth: Ummm yes? * @Morgan shakes his head briefly < 08@Morgan > go on < 04Molly > Martha nods: The Baroness resented Varick for her husband taking lovers. She suffered badly with her nerves after the birth, and he was immediately sent to the wet nurse *she damn near scowls at the term*. She would not see him again until he was six months old. * Molly looks pained at this < 04Molly > Poor little boy... * @Morgan frowns < 04Molly > Martha again worries about what she's said: Not that it's cruel to use a wet nurse, of course, there are many important things to attend to for nobles, aren't there? Sometimes that might make one necessary, of course... < 08@Morgan > sometimes... not for six months < 04Molly > Martha: *she nods* He had a string of nannies then, and she spent very little time or affection on him * @Morgan nods, sipping his coffee < 04Molly > Martha: No-one said anything that'd make you think he was physically mistreated by her, bu he did prefer his father's company, and by all accounts he was very good to him < 08@Morgan > thats much the impression Varick gives me < 04Molly > Martha: Now, the nannies... There was a new one every four months or so... * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > thats a bit... rapid < 04Molly > Martha nods: Some became too friendly with the Baron, so she had them sacked, others started to ask too many questions about how Varick was treated, advising the Baroness how to raise him better... < 08@Morgan > oh I'll bet that went down a treat < 04Molly > Martha smiles: They were rapidly replaced * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Martha: It is much better for him here with Lord and Lady Koertig * Molly looks to Morgan. In her expression, he can see that she hasn't mentioned the adoption yet < 08@Morgan > I see < 04Molly > Martha: Don't you think so? < 08@Morgan > alternatives are available < 04Molly > Martha frowns: Bording school? < 08@Morgan > No... the boy needs care and affection * Molly smiles at Morgan < 04Molly > Martha sips her tea: That he does, he needs a loving family * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Martha: Did the Baron have no family that Varick could be raised by? < 08@Morgan > well... my father promised my uncle to take care of Alarice if anything should happen < 04Molly > Martha: Then it is his duty to provide for Varick also? < 08@Morgan > until someone takes that duty < 04Molly > Martha: Until she remarries? < 08@Morgan > until he's adopted < 04Molly > Martha: The Baroness will allow that? * @Morgan looks at her for a moment before looking back at his cup * Molly also sips her coffee < 04Molly > Martha watches the two of them carefully < 04Molly > Martha: That is your intention? < 08@Morgan > It is < 04Molly > Martha looks very suprised: When? < 08@Morgan > That is not yet decided. There is much to be done < 04Molly > Martha: there is? * @Morgan looks at her intently < 08@Morgan > My fathers oath to take care of Alarice extends to me... I must do what I can to protect her. That said, Varick is my priority, and I will have him free of this hurt as soon as I can < 04Molly > Martha: It is a huge commitmentto make * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Martha: He is a lovely boy... * Molly watches her mother < 04Molly > Mama, we have thought long and hard about this... It is not undertaken lightly, or frivolously. We understand that it will affect our married life, and affect how we raise the children I bear. < 04Molly > Martha: *she watches Morgan* * @Morgan watches martha * Molly watches them both < 04Molly > Honestly, Mama, it is best for us all. I love him too much to leave to the care of others now. < 04Molly > Martha nods: If that is what will make you both happy, then I am very pleased for you *she smiles at Morgan* < 08@Morgan > he deserves to be cared for by someone who wishes to, not because of an obligation < 04Molly > Martha nods: You''ll both do admirably well < 04Molly > **there is another knock at the door* * @Morgan looks at the door < 08@Morgan > enter < 04Molly > Heinrich enters < 08@Morgan > Heinrich... < 04Molly > H: My Lord, the Graf requests the presence of Lady Forrester in his study * @Morgan frowns * Molly rises, setting down her cup < 04Molly > Martha: *she watches warily* < 04Molly > If you'll both excuse me * @Morgan nods * Molly goes past Heinrich, and out of the door < 04Molly > Martha watches Morgan's reaction while Heinrich waits for instruction * @Morgan watches Molly leave before looking to Heinrich < 08@Morgan > anything else? < 04Molly > H: That was all I was told, my Lord < 08@Morgan > you may go < 04Molly > H: *he bows and leaves* < 04Molly > Martha: What is happening? < 08@Morgan > I'm very rarely told... though given their last meeting, I'm a little concerned < 04Molly > Why so? < 08@Morgan > because last time, there was something of an argument and Molly broke the doorframe < 04Molly > Martha: *she looks horrified* Molly did that? My Molly?! < 08@Morgan > she's inherited your passion, I think * Molly is now known as Martha * Martha blushes < 14Martha > But to damage the house of a Graf is unthinkable! < 08@Morgan > curiously my father was quite impressed < 14Martha > Martha: What did they argue about? < 08@Morgan > parenting I believe < 14Martha > The Graf did not agree with you having a child so soon? < 08@Morgan > no no, I think it was more a disagreement on the style of parenting * Martha nods < 14Martha > Molly was brought up very differently < 08@Morgan > indeed < 14Martha > She will be a good mother though, even if not the sort of mother that normally raises noble children * @Morgan nods * Martha smiles < 14Martha > And you'll be a good father also, of course < 08@Morgan > I hope so < 14Martha > I've no doubt. You are very loving with him, but very fair < 08@Morgan > I try < 14Martha > And he adores you. You're his hero, he thinks you're perfect < 08@Morgan > children are easily impressed < 14Martha > Not always. some children have very good instincts. < 08@Morgan > perhaps * Martha smiles < 14Martha > I ought to return to my husband * Martha finishes her tea, and sets the cup down, standing. * @Morgan nods, standing up < 14Martha > I hope what I have said may be of some use to you < 08@Morgan > I'm sure it will * Martha smiles, letting herself out * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.0 ) (Quit: 12 14I 12- 15n 12- 15v 12- 00i 12- 00s 12- 15i 12- 15o 12- 14n 12 2.0 Build 3515 ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.0] has left IRC Session Close: Tue Aug 03 05:01:44 2010 Session Start: Tue Aug 03 05:01:44 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Tue Aug 03 05:01:44 2010 Session Start: Wed Aug 04 02:41:58 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * Martha 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 stands in the hallway by the diningroom, looking at the sunset silhoetting the trees on the far side of the Sudlache. Another fifteen minutes would be expected to pass before everyone is due to dine. Her hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders, her familiar, favoured Eisen dress this evenings choice. She looks thoughtful * @Morgan wanders into the hallway * Molly turns to look at him with a smile < 04Molly > Good evening, liebling < 08@Morgan > good evening blossom < 04Molly > Are you well? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > you? * Molly nods also < 04Molly > Yes, I am well. < 08@Morgan > something plays on your mind, I think * Molly nods < 04Molly > I've asked your father to release Inga from her employment here * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > why? < 04Molly > Because I wish for her to be my ladies maid and companion. < 08@Morgan > I see... I think * Molly turns to look at him < 04Molly > Do you? < 08@Morgan > No * Molly laughs softly < 04Molly > Whilst she is an employee of the house, it will make it hard for her to travel with us, and divides her time and loyalties < 08@Morgan > and how will she support herself? * Molly then frowns < 04Molly > Won't we hire her to be my maid? < 08@Morgan > perhaps that is something we should have discussed beforehand? * Molly looks at the floor < 04Molly > I will tell your father it is not our wish? < 08@Morgan > That isn't what I said, is it * Molly nods < 04Molly > Perhaps it was a little hasty * @Morgan looks at her for a moment < 08@Morgan > perhaps... or perhaps you know that there is very little I could refuse you * Molly looks up at him, eyes docile, soft, amost child-like < 04Molly > I jut thought it would make her so happy to have a little freedom, to see how much she is valued * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I wish someone had been able and willing to do the same for me at the time I was a maid < 08@Morgan > I think Lady Torrington was too caught up in being... innapropriately familiar with certain men to think about such * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I rather think it more likely I'd have become Captain Tsaylur's ladies maid and been long gone < 08@Morgan > perhaps < 04Molly > If you feel it is a bad idea, I shall speak to your father though < 08@Morgan > No, its a good idea... perhaps it'll help show Inga that she's valued as a person < 04Molly > I hope so. I want to have her as my friend, because she wishes to be, not because she has been pressed into my service. I would like to be able to tell her that if she wishes to, she is always free to go her own way, and owes us nothing? * @Morgan nods * Molly looks a little saddened * @Morgan looks concerned < 04Molly > She should not 'belong' to a household. However, both here and in Avalon, such rules aren't likely to change. < 08@Morgan > No... they're not. It could be worse blossom. Noone here, with the exception of me by HeinzHarold, is mistreated. * Molly looks shocked < 04Molly > Please liebling, I do not think in anyway she, or any of the others, are mistreated, the Graf and Grafin are very kind employers, the servants hold them in the highest regard. I just do not like to think that under law, one person can be ''owned'' by another. < 08@Morgan > If it appeases you any... thats not how I see it. * Molly tilts her head, the window forgotten. < 04Molly > How _do_ you see it? * @Morgan glances around < 08@Morgan > if they wish to leave, thats their business. I wont force them to stay unless they owe me something. * Molly smiles broadly < 04Molly > You''re too good < 08@Morgan > I wouldn't say so... all I see in a person feeling trapped is trouble * Molly grins < 04Molly > Aye, and you never know if that feeling of being trapped will lead them to agreeing to marry the first person who asks them! < 08@Morgan > quite * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Plus, if HeinzHarold now wishes to marry her, he needs not ask your father's permission < 08@Morgan > ahh... crafty * Molly looks at him, wide-eyed and innocent < 04Molly > In fact, as both her parents have passed on, your permission might be the best substitute < 08@Morgan > I see... < 04Molly > It is tradition after all * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > indeed it is blossom < 04Molly > I shall not ask you to give her away though, I recall how much you disliked the idea of giving me away! * Molly smiles < 08@Morgan > there may have been other reasons for that... < 04Molly > such as? < 08@Morgan > such as your father still being around * Molly nods < 04Molly > Yes, it was really a job for him... < 08@Morgan > quitre * Molly watches him < 04Molly > Was that all? < 08@Morgan > no * Molly smiles playfully < 04Molly > You do not wish to tell me, my love? < 08@Morgan > I'd say it was fairly obvious * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > I don't think so < 08@Morgan > well, obviously I didn't want to give you away because I didn't want you getting married < 04Molly > To Curtis? < 08@Morgan > to anyone < 08@Morgan > I wanted you for myself * Molly blushes a little < 04Molly > I'm not sure I know what I wanted then, it was all so confusing * @Morgan nods * Molly sighs slightly < 04Molly > I wanted you, but the more I wanted, the worse I felt, and the more confusing it all became! < 08@Morgan > I'll say * Molly smiles < 04Molly > It was the same for you? < 08@Morgan > more or less, yes * Molly giggles < 04Molly > Now you see why I never did see you as a father figure! < 08@Morgan > quite * Molly moves a few steps towards him < 04Molly > I'd never dream of kissing a father the way I've dreamt of kissing you... * @Morgan blushes * Molly giggles < 04Molly > That displeases you, liebes herz? < 08@Morgan > dont be silly < 04Molly > Perhaps soon I shall show you... * @Morgan nods * Molly watches him intently, a little half-smile upon her lips. She looks as if she is about to speak when footsteps can be heard * @Morgan rolls his eyes slightly, before looking towards the sound * Molly quickly comes to him, kissing his cheek before taking a step back * @Morgan blushes, glancing at her * Molly grins, looking towards the noise, speaking quietly < 04Molly > A mere promise of what is to come... * @Morgan goes bright red * Molly giggles, watching as Varick and Inga come towards them. The two women exchange a smile as Varick gingerly approachesMorgan, unsure of himself * @Morgan crouches down to the boy < 08@Morgan > I'm glad you're back Varick. I've missed you. < 04Molly > V: *he smiles a little, and wraps his arms around Morgan's neck tightly* I missed you * @Morgan embraces the boy < 04Molly > V: *he speaks quietly* Please don't make me go away again < 08@Morgan > Varick, you'll have to stay with Martha and David for a time after the wedding... but you'll not go anywhere you dont want to < 04Molly > V: You have to go away? < 08@Morgan > only for a little while. And then you're coming with us, remember? < 04Molly > V: *he hugs tighter* Ok < 04Molly > Living Room: < 04Molly > 14' 7'' x 13' 1' < 04Molly > **fails** < 04Molly > V: Can I sit next to you? < 08@Morgan > If you need to * Molly watches them < 04Molly > Varick and Inga will be having dinner with us * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > V: gotta be on my best behaviour < 08@Morgan > Yes < 04Molly > V: *he leans away, looking intently at Morgan from close up, solemnly* I hope there will be cake. < 08@Morgan > I'm almost certain there will be < 04Molly > V: *he grins* easier to be good when there's cake * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.0 ) (Quit: 12 14I 12- 15n 12- 15v 12- 00i 12- 00s 12- 15i 12- 15o 12- 14n 12 2.0 Build 3515 ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.0] has left IRC Session Close: Wed Aug 04 05:44:06 2010 Session Start: Wed Aug 04 05:44:06 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Wed Aug 04 05:44:06 2010 Session Start: Fri Aug 13 00:39:33 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' -ChanServ- This channel has been registered with ChanServ. * ChanServ sets mode: -o Molly Session Close: Fri Aug 13 00:51:21 2010 Session Start: Fri Aug 13 00:51:21 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Fri Aug 13 00:51:21 2010 Session Start: Fri Aug 13 23:19:25 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Molly * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.3] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.3) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 04Molly > **Dinner goes well, Jarvik is entertaining company, and Varick is well behaved. The clothing requirements are all arranged, including the uniform adjustments. After that, it is time for Varick to go to bed, and Molly also retires early. < 04Molly > **The next morning the weather is quite fine, and set to stay so * @Morgan can be found in the grounds, a massive and unusual sword pointed at the ground < 04Molly > AD: *he comes over, keeping a reasonable distance, watching quietly* * @Morgan moves from stance to stance, moving the sword around him in wide circles Session Time: Sat Aug 14 00:00:00 2010 < 04Molly > Ad: *he tucks his hands into his pockets* < 08@Morgan > Good morning my lord * Molly is now known as Adalbrecht -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. < 14Adalbrecht > Good morning, Morgan < 08@Morgan > Are you well? < 14Adalbrecht > Yes, and you? * @Morgan nods, suddenly upturning the sword and dropping to his knees, aiming the sword like a pike < 08@Morgan > well enough. I'd forgotten how heavy this thing is * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > I haven't used one in many years < 08@Morgan > I'm trying to decide if its the result of someone trying to gain the advantages of a pike or glave while retaining a sword... < 14Adalbrecht > There is little limit to the imaginations of war < 08@Morgan > Its a little over the top if you ask me... if you want a lance, use a lance... if you want to stab someone, use a sword... if you want to stab someone from a distance, use a pike * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > Then why practise still? < 08@Morgan > Its a useful thing to know... its intimidating enough to put most people off, but you need to be able to use it for those that aren't < 14Adalbrecht > I don't think I ever used mine on the battlefield < 08@Morgan > I used mine a few times... though being on horseback a lot, I tended to use my normal sword * Adalbrecht looks around at the sunlit lawn < 14Adalbrecht > Somtimes, it's hard to believe it is over * @Morgan stands up straight, laying the blade flat across his shoulder < 08@Morgan > I'm not entirely convinced it is for some people. Old hatreds die hard < 14Adalbrecht > You're lucky in that you're still a young man now that there is peace * @Morgan looks at his father < 08@Morgan > you still have time to enjoy that peace * Adalbrecht smiles slightly < 14Adalbrecht > I'll be fifty next year * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > and? < 14Adalbrecht > I'm not a young man anymore.Time has an odd way of catching up with you whilst you aren't looking * @Morgan frowns, looking slightly pained * @Morgan turns, picking up the scabbard for the sword, sheathing it before promptly sitting on the grass * Adalbrecht looks briefly uncharacteristically unsure of himself bfore sitting down beside his son < 08@Morgan > if anyone asks, we were meditating on a problem < 14Adalbrecht > yes < 08@Morgan > This place takes up most of your time doesn't it? < 14Adalbrecht > It is my life. < 08@Morgan > No its not... I'm fairly sure mother is your life, this is your duty * Adalbrecht watches him momentarily < 14Adalbrecht > If, theus forbid, your mother was to leave and return to Avalon, I would have to remain here. It is what I was born for * @Morgan 's eyes narrow < 08@Morgan > you say that as if it were a possibility < 14Adalbrecht > I have learnt that everything is a possibility in life, regardless of how awful or unlikely < 08@Morgan > thats a maudlin thought. < 14Adalbrecht > Yes, but that is life < 08@Morgan > Do you not sometimes wish you could just... _be_? < 14Adalbrecht > Be what? < 08@Morgan > yourself... with mother. No distractions, no running this place < 14Adalbrecht > Occasionally, perhaps < 08@Morgan > Perhaps a vacation would do you some good? * Adalbrecht laughs softly < 14Adalbrecht > Were it so simple... < 08@Morgan > I'm not sure I see the complication < 14Adalbrecht > What happens here whilst I'm gone? * @Morgan watches his father for a moment < 08@Morgan > I'm not sure what you mean by that... do you not think I would stand in your stead? < 14Adalbrecht > I know you could, but you will not be returning for many years * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > I didn't ask if you thought I could. Besides, I'm not sure it'll take as long as you've allowed for me to return * Adalbrecht looks pleasantly suprised < 14Adalbrecht > No? < 08@Morgan > I make no promises but... much of the things I wish to accomplish can be set in motion here... and then there's Varick < 14Adalbrecht > You _want_ to be here? < 08@Morgan > Its still difficult to be here sometimes... but this is my home * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > I am glad you feel so * @Morgan nods absently < 08@Morgan > and besides, you'll have David here to manage the estate < 14Adalbrecht > True enough, though it will be a while before he is ready * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > perhaps... he's got the knack of it already I think, just on a smaller scale * Adalbrecht nods < 08@Morgan > its almost ironic that I have the experience he needs < 14Adalbrecht > How so? < 08@Morgan > I ran the Torrington estate while I was there < 14Adalbrecht > Did you enjoy it? < 08@Morgan > most of the time I suppose... I cant say I was really there to enjoy it < 14Adalbrecht > What led you there? < 08@Morgan > I'd just about worn out my welcome elsewhere... I heard of the job at the Torrington manor, which I'll point out was only master at arms, not to run the estate. < 14Adalbrecht > Why did you end up so? < 08@Morgan > It needed doing * Adalbrecht nods < 08@Morgan > its safe to say I made very few friends while I was there < 14Adalbrecht > It is better to be hated for who you are than loved for someone you're not < 08@Morgan > I'm not entirely sure I was either at the time < 14Adalbrecht > You made a good impression on one at least < 08@Morgan > I think she's easily impressed * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > She seems quite unswayable to me < 08@Morgan > I'd noticed that much * @Morgan chuckles < 14Adalbrecht > You'll be along to the building site after breakfast? * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht stands, saying farewell before disappearing to the house. He isn't at breakfaast, by the time Morgan sees him again, he's at he building site. Work has begun and everyone seems eager to make as much progress as possible. He catches the end of Adalbrecht's speech, telling them all that the nxt day will only be half a day, to allow them to prepare for the polterabend * @Morgan sighs slightly * Adalbrecht sends them back to work, before picking up a shovel himself. * @Morgan approaches his father and picks up a shovel < 08@Morgan > we missed you at breakfast < 14Adalbrecht > I wanted to get a head start < 08@Morgan > is there a problem father? * Adalbrecht shakes his head < 14Adalbrecht > Not at all < 08@Morgan > you seem out of sorts < 14Adalbrecht > No, I just want the work to be completed. I miss the comfort of not lugging about timber and stone * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > I see... you're getting soft * Adalbrecht grins < 14Adalbrecht > Happens to the best of us < 08@Morgan > indeed it does < 14Adalbrecht > **David, Martha and Molly come into the large clearing, heading towards them * @Morgan watches them approach, slinging the shovel onto his shoulder * Adalbrecht is now known as Molly * Molly leads them over, and David begins to talk quietly to Adalbrecht * Molly smiles at Morgan < 04Molly > Good morning liebes herz < 08@Morgan > good morning blossom. Are you well? < 04Molly > I am, and you? * @Morgan nods briefly < 04Molly > We're going to the cottage < 08@Morgan > I see < 04Molly > It is prudent to set things in place for their time there * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > true, true. < 04Molly > Were it not for Varick staying with them during the honeymoon, I think they;d move whilst we were away! * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > they do seem quite keen * Molly smiles < 04Molly > They are used to living in much smaller places < 08@Morgan > ah. I see * Molly turns to watch as David takes his leave of Adalbrecht. Molly gently presses Morgan's hand with hers < 04Molly > I shall see you later? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'll be around * Molly smiles, before following her parents < 04Molly > **the general atmosphere of the site is happy, looking forward to the rare merriment and free dink and food that the polterabend will bring. It is much talked about, and the boasts of how much crockery each family is bringing gets more and more extreme as the day wears on. < 04Molly > **around lunchtime, Adalbrecht goes home to see Verity, and it's while he's away that Martha and David return * Molly is now known as forrester * forrester looks around, his wife beside him but no sign of molly * @Morgan stands against a tree, looking around before spotting them and waving * forrester approoaches, looking perturbed < 14forrester > good afternoon < 08@Morgan > David, Martha * forrester looks tense as he looks around < 08@Morgan > problem? < 14forrester > where would I find the Graf? < 14forrester > That depends on whether you define my telling a gentleman I'd like to run him through a 'problem' < 08@Morgan > depends on the gentleman in question I think * forrester watches him < 14forrester > An assistant harbour master from Zweibrucke < 08@Morgan > why? * forrester and Martha look at each other warily. David speaks carefully < 14forrester > I took offence at his manner and words * @Morgan sighs slightly < 08@Morgan > David... we're more or less stuck with eachother. Lets have an end to this tiptoeing shall we * forrester still looks a little unsure < 14forrester > He was riding by, and seemed to believe we were villagers here. He called us over rudely, asked a few questions and was very rude. I told him he ought to leave before I ran him through. He laughed at me and rode on < 08@Morgan > I see. What were his questions? * forrester speaks quietly < 14forrester > He said he knew there was to be a wedding, and wanted to know what mannerof scandal and scorn the veisgraf was going to inflict upon the area this time * @Morgan smiles faintly < 08@Morgan > assistant harbour master from Zweibrucke... * forrester nods < 08@Morgan > he identified himself? < 14forrester > He seemed to think it was all very humourous. He identified himself when I threatened to run him through, what with me being a lowly peasant, and him being the assistant harbour master of zweibrucke and all * @Morgan nods, pulling his bag from a tree limb < 08@Morgan > he went where from you? < 14forrester > north, towards Gottkirchen < 08@Morgan > I'm fairly sure we could catch up with him < 14forrester > Would the Graf appreciate such? < 08@Morgan > it'll all be above board David... I dont intend to do anything to him * forrester smiles * @Morgan pulls a pair of heavy leather gloves from the bag, before putting them on < 14forrester > If that is what my Lord wishes... * @Morgan pulls his sword belt down from a small branch hanging a little higher and straps it on < 08@Morgan > Where's Molly? < 14forrester > M: She returned to the house to be with Varick < 08@Morgan > would you care to join her there while David and I sort this out? < 14forrester > M: *she nods* Will she not insist on joining you? < 08@Morgan > it wont take a moment, and then I'll return here and finish working. I think my father would string me up if I slack off any < 14forrester > M: *she nods, curtseying* * forrester looks to Morgan < 14forrester > I doubt he'd be much use as an assistant anything if Molly catches word of it too soon * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > The Forrester passion... its getting to be legendary * forrester laughs < 14forrester > It seems to work pretty well in the favour of the Koertig family so far, and may it remain so! *he winks at Morgan, laughing at his own bawdy jest* * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > I'm just going to have a word with one of the villagers and then we'll get under way * forrester nods, waiting * @Morgan speaks to a villager for a moment, before taking the mans old and tattered coat and coming back to David * forrester watches. Martha goes off to a group of women she's spoken to before < 08@Morgan > Would you have a word with your wife David? < 14forrester > About? < 08@Morgan > tell her to stop curtseying to me * forrester laughs < 14forrester > might as well tell the sun not to shine < 08@Morgan > I've tried that < 08@Morgan > There's a part of Avalon where it seems to work < 14forrester > In Avalon, you have to try telling it _to_ shine. I miss the land, but not the weather. * @Morgan nods * @Morgan puts the coat on, looking decidedly scruffy < 08@Morgan > shall we? * forrester nods, waiting for instruction * forrester trudges along towards the village, until the get to the inn. He stops and surveys the line of horses, looking at a chesnut one < 08@Morgan > thats the horse? < 14forrester > Well I'll be! Yes, that's his alright < 08@Morgan > follow my lead here * forrester nods, doing just that * @Morgan pulls a hat out of the pocket of the coat and wedges it firmly on his head before walking to the inn < 14forrester > **The inn s fairly quiet, most men expected to be at the building site. There is a stranger, the barman, a serving girl, Grunhelm and a friend of Grunhelm's only * @Morgan glances at Grunhelm for a moment < 14forrester > G:*hes deep in conversation* * @Morgan speaks quietly to David < 08@Morgan > that him? * forrester looks at the stranger that (I assume) morgan's looking at, sat on his own at the bar < 14forrester > Yes * @Morgan nods before wandering over to him, half shuffling before coughing quietly behind the man < 14forrester > S: *he turns around. He is a young man, dark hair, quite ratlike in his features, not in the slightest eisen looking* * @Morgan talks with a slight taint to his accent, a countryside lilt < 08@Morgan > scuse me yer worship, but my friend here says you was quite rude to him < 14forrester > S: *he straightens, looking superior* He was impertinent < 08@Morgan > well, see yer worship, there's this thing I need to explain... its quite well known here that the graf and his family dont tolerate no abusiveness towards the villagers... and this here man is their estates manager, see, so really, you've insulted not only a vllager but someone trusted * @Morgan glances at Grunhelm to be sure of his location < 14forrester > S: *he looks David up and down* You don't look like a man of position < 14forrester > G: *he's watching, discreetly, though hasn't moved. He looks mildly amused at Morgan's antics* * forrester watches the stranger blandly < 14forrester > appearanes can be _very_ deceptive. < 08@Morgan > ah, see, you misunderstand my intention, good sir... see, whats happened is that you've done something that would make you unwelcome unless its rectified... see? < 14forrester > S: *he stands, facing Morgan, arms crossed* Your proposal is? < 08@Morgan > no proposal, yer worship, I just wanted you to unnerstand is all < 08@Morgan > do you unnerstand? < 14forrester > G: *he slowly makes his way to the bar, tankard in hand, unobtrusive* < 14forrester > S: Yes, I 'unnerstand'. *he damn near sneers* < 08@Morgan > good * @Morgan nods before smashing his fist into the mans jaw < 14forrester > S: *he staggers, spluttering, holding a nose that's rapidly re-dyeing his white collar* You bastard! I demand to see the Sherriff! * forrester tries very hard not to laugh. * @Morgan nods, jerking his thumb at Grunhelm * @Morgan takes a couple of steps back, making it clear he's not going any further < 14forrester > G: *he wanders over, tipping his hat briefly, before lifting the man of the floor with one hand, holding him so that his necks at an awkward position as his head scrapes the beamed ceiling. * @Morgan takes off his hat and coat, handing them to David < 14forrester > S: *he begins to scream* Put me down you psycho! I'll go to the Graf, and the Eisenfurst! I'll see you all locked up * forrester takes them < 08@Morgan > Grunhelm, put him down please. We have business to attend to < 14forrester > G: *he complies with a shrug, dropping the man instantly. He crumples to the floor before getting up, bloody and red faced, his fury making him look slightly rabid < 14forrester > S: Get out of my way! < 14forrester > G: *he picks up another tankard, content to watch menancinly from the doorframe* < 08@Morgan > now then... lets start with your name shall we? < 14forrester > S: I'm not talking to you, you tried to kill me! < 08@Morgan > No no no... if I tried to kill you, you'd be dead. That was merely a reprimand for mistreating people here... now... name? < 14forrester > S: why should I tell you? *his accent creeps through his eisen words now and then, and he's either vodacce or cresent moon by birth* * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > listen... things need to be done properly, dont they? < 14forrester > S: *he nods warily* < 08@Morgan > Right then... introductions must be made < 14forrester > S: *he waits, unspeaking* < 08@Morgan > its the proper way to do things... so to be introduced, I need to know your name < 14forrester > S: Sinan Gottlieb * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > my name's Morgan < 14forrester > S: *he goes very very pale < 08@Morgan > I'm glad we understand eachother... now, Sinan Gottlieb of... < 14forrester > Zweibrucke < 08@Morgan > not by birth, you're not < 14forrester > I was not born in Eisen < 08@Morgan > no, I know... since you already know where I was born, I'd say its only fair that I know the same of you < 14forrester > Jamrin, Empire of the cresent moon < 08@Morgan > you've travelled far... and learned little. Now, you're obviously a civilised man, so I'm sure you'll understand that your remarks about myself leave just one option open to me < 14forrester > S: *he waits, unspeaking* * @Morgan takes off a glove before throwing it at the mans feet < 14forrester > **there are a few sounds that come to him, the shutting of a door, and the slapping of a forehead, neither of which are visible* < 14forrester > s: *he sighs* I have no second < 08@Morgan > I'd suggest finding one < 08@Morgan > Now, why dont we sit down with the good Sherrif and discuss arragements < 14forrester > S: *he does so, wiping the blood with the back of his hand* * @Morgan turns to David < 08@Morgan > Do you understand the rules of duelling? * forrester shakes his head < 14forrester > Not my speciality * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > time to learn I think * @Morgan sits down * forrester nods, though somehing in his eyes implies he wishes he'd never told Morgan * forrester comes to sit, as does Grunhelm < 08@Morgan > Down to details... I've got work to be getting on with this afternoon < 14forrester > S: *he looks completely blank* < 08@Morgan > As you're no doubt aware, there's a Polterabend tomorrow, so its either later this evening or tomorrow morning < 14forrester > S: the morning, no chance of hiring a second before then < 08@Morgan > You'll be offered the opportunity to apologise, of course < 14forrester > S: *he nods* * @Morgan looks around conspiratorially < 08@Morgan > of course... that opportunity could arise before the morning < 14forrester > S: *he perks up* well, of course, it really was inappropriate of me to comment, I do beg your pardon < 08@Morgan > You dont get off the hook quite that easily Sanin. But since we're on the right road already... why dont you start by telling me what you're doing in Eisen < 14forrester > S: I am assistant harbour master in Zweibrucke < 08@Morgan > Yes we established that... why? < 14forrester > My father arranged it < 08@Morgan > you're being awfully close lipped Sanin... < 14forrester > I am not sure I understand what you want to know < 08@Morgan > What I want to know is exactly why a heretic from the crescent moon is here... < 08@Morgan > its very unusual... your accent is good, I'll grant... most people never notice it I expect < 14forrester > S: *he winces* I am not a heretic. My mother was born in the empire, as was I, but my father is Eisen < 08@Morgan > Do many people believe that? < 14forrester > **the name Gottlieb starts to ring a bell, particularly in relation to the war* * @Morgan thinks < 14forrester > Not many, yet it is the truth * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > the H word tends to stay forefront in their minds I would imagine. Where were you stationed, Sanin? < 14forrester > I was not in Eisen at the time, my mother was very sick and my father wanted me to stay in the empire until she died < 08@Morgan > where was he stationed... < 14forrester > Zweibrucke. He is a ship-builder, owns his own company. He was the main supplier for the objectionists fleet < 08@Morgan > Thats probably where I know the name < 14forrester > **Bam, he can see the big gold Gottlieb lettering on the side of the ship he served on* < 14forrester > *he nods* Til he passes on, my career is as harbour master < 08@Morgan > unless you irritate someone enough to kill you first < 14forrester > S; *he nods, looking solemn* < 08@Morgan > you realise how close you are to that? < 14forrester > S: yes, your reputation is well known < 08@Morgan > my reputation isn't quite correct... I'm normally a very fair person, but I am fairly ruthless when occasion dictates < 14forrester > *he nods* < 08@Morgan > David, would you be so good as to order four tankards of ale * forrester does so < 08@Morgan > obviously what you said is quite a grave insult... my wife to be will be most distressed, and naturally it is my main desire to keep her happy < 14forrester > **they all drink* < 14forrester > S: *nods* < 08@Morgan > so obviously an apology should be proportionate... and to be frank, its her you need to make happy in this respect. What sort of thing do _you_ think would be acceptable? < 14forrester > S: A public and private apology perhaps? < 08@Morgan > Everyone seems to think that < 08@Morgan > Sinan, I have a great deal of respect for your family's work, so I'll help you out here... its got to be something big enough to make her _want_ to forgive you < 14forrester > S: what would she like? * @Morgan looks out of the window < 08@Morgan > Perhaps some grand gesture... a launching, perhaps, or a naming of a ship < 14forrester > S: *he smiles* I'm sure we could name a ship in her honour, of course < 08@Morgan > in addition to a public apology < 08@Morgan > which will need to be made at the proper time < 14forrester > S: *he nods* Perhaps she would like to visit Zweibrucke and see a ship named for her be launched? < 08@Morgan > I think that would be nice, dont you David? * forrester nods < 08@Morgan > oh, and of course you will apologise to Mr. Forrester also for your manner. < 14forrester > S: *he looks to David* my manner was despicable, sir, please forgive me * forrester nods benevolently. Whatever thoughts are in his mind, they're clearly making him mellow < 08@Morgan > Good. Session Close: Sat Aug 14 04:06:46 2010 Session Start: Sat Aug 14 04:06:46 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Sat Aug 14 04:06:46 2010 Session Start: Sun Aug 22 00:06:16 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic < 14forrester > < 08@Morgan > Sinan, I have a great deal of respect for your family's work, so I'll help you out here... its got to be something big enough to make her _want_ to forgive you < 14forrester > < 14forrester > S: what would she like? < 14forrester > * @Morgan looks out of the window < 14forrester > < 08@Morgan > Perhaps some grand gesture... a launching, perhaps, or a naming of a ship < 14forrester > < 14forrester > S: *he smiles* I'm sure we could name a ship in her honour, of course < 14forrester > < 08@Morgan > in addition to a public apology < 14forrester > < 08@Morgan > which will need to be made at the proper time < 14forrester > < 14forrester > S: *he nods* Perhaps she would like to visit Zweibrucke and see a ship named for her be launched? < 14forrester > < 08@Morgan > I think that would be nice, dont you David? < 14forrester > * forrester nods < 14forrester > < 08@Morgan > oh, and of course you will apologise to Mr. Forrester also for your manner. < 14forrester > < 14forrester > S: *he looks to David* my manner was despicable, sir, please forgive me < 14forrester > * forrester nods benevolently. Whatever thoughts are in his mind, they're clearly making him mellow < 14forrester > < 08@Morgan > Good. < 14forrester > S: I believe we have two or three to launch this summer * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I dont think we need to mention this... incident to our various elders * @Morgan glances at Grunhelm < 14forrester > G: *he raises his glass in a mock toast* < 14forrester > S: *he nods* That would be preferable. Perhaps you might consider having word sent to me of how she'd like the ship named, and when you might be in Zweibrucke? < 08@Morgan > I think that would be a good idea... a surprise arrival does tend to upset people < 14forrester > S: If I know when you shall be there, I can ensure her launch coincides < 08@Morgan > You know, I suspect you and I may come to have a few dealings in the future < 14forrester > S: *he raises a very dark eyebrow* what makes you think so? < 08@Morgan > I have ambitions... and you are in the right trade to benefit from those ambitions < 14forrester > S: I am intrigued, and flattered < 08@Morgan > in more turbulent times I sailed upon the ships from your yards... there is great skill and workmanship in Ax< 14forrester > S: *he smiles modestly* on behalf of my family, I thank you * @Morgan nods slowly < 14forrester > S: You are looking for a ship? * @Morgan half smiles < 08@Morgan > Several, actually < 14forrester > S: *he looks interested* Would you tell me more? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > there isn't much to tell really... I wish to have, eventually, a fleet... some heavy cargo transporters, some capable of catching pirates < 14forrester > S: Any warships? < 08@Morgan > I would hope not to need any... < 14forrester > S:*he nods* Though the war is over, our most common enquiry is still for warships < 08@Morgan > That surprises me... I would've thought that most people would shy away from that < 14forrester > S: There is still much money to be made leasing out such ships to other nations, or as a deterrent * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > Its certainly something to think upon... though I wonder what your opinion would be on a warship with a narrower than usual beam < 14forrester > S: Very, very rare * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > you have an objection to making them? < 14forrester > S: None at all. I doubt one has been made by us before, but with the right schematics, it should be possible. * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'm aware of quite a few naval men who object on principal to the thought of a narrow beamed warship < 14forrester > S: *he nods* But they do not make money from such < 08@Morgan > from objecting on principal? < 14forrester > S: *he smiles* From building such ships * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > curious to my mind... I would have thought it takes more skill < 14forrester > S: Without a little research, I would be unsure how much more skill it would take < 08@Morgan > building a warship with the same tactical power, and yet faster.... it must take more skill, yet no money is made from them. Strikes me as odd < 14forrester > S: No, I meant that those who do not approve tend to be those who aren't professional ship-builders * @Morgan nods < 14forrester > S: If you'd like to send me a list of requirements, or a design, I could provide a quote... * @Morgan smiles at him < 08@Morgan > with a suitable discount? < 14forrester > S: *he grins* I think so, especially as it provides the men with experience * @Morgan laughs * @Morgan looks at David, then back to Sanin < 08@Morgan > we'd better get back to the works... for the most part, its been a pleasure meeting you Sanin < 14forrester > S: *he nods* It has, and once more, I am sorry * @Morgan stands up < 14forrester > S: *he rises also, bowing* < 08@Morgan > Grunhelm, thank you for your time < 14forrester > G: *he nods briefly before wandering back to his friend* * @Morgan heads for the door * forrester follows him < 14forrester > **the sun shine outside is warm and golden. David stands shielding his eyes* < 14forrester > That was well-resolved * @Morgan wrinkles his nose slightly < 08@Morgan > I feel I've made too big a compromise * forrester watches him < 14forrester > Why? < 08@Morgan > A duel was the proper way to do it. * forrester looks at him seriously < 14forrester > It is the noble way, but not necessarily the _best_ way < 08@Morgan > I wonder if perhaps I am too cautious since my return. * forrester shrugs < 14forrester > I think it was wiser, but then I am not nobility < 08@Morgan > but what am I if my word or my challenge mean nothing? < 14forrester > What are you if you duel and are killed? * @Morgan looks mildly amused < 08@Morgan > Thats not how its done * forrester pulls out his cigarette tin < 14forrester > It's been known to. Even a minor wound can cause infection and kill. < 08@Morgan > true < 08@Morgan > though... its unusual for me to lose * forrester nods, lighting up < 14forrester > Oh I don't doubt that. Still, it is a risk that need not be taken? < 08@Morgan > we must also take into consideration the reaction of the others. I for one do not wish to see Molly fly into a rage... again * forrester laughs < 14forrester > You have displeased her? < 08@Morgan > she had a disagreement with my father. I barely caught the tail end of it < 14forrester > What was the disagreement for? < 08@Morgan > parenting styles, I think * forrester nods < 14forrester > Forresters makes very protective parents * @Morgan nods * forrester watches him impassively < 14forrester > And grand-parents < 08@Morgan > that doesn't surprise me in the least < 14forrester > Though Martha and I have several grandchildren already, another 3 or 4 wouldn't go amiss * @Morgan starts walking < 08@Morgan > thats certainly the plan * forrester nods < 14forrester > Your mother would like grandchildren also I'm told < 08@Morgan > how are she and Martha getting on? < 14forrester > Very well, even with the social difference in their standings, they are becoming firm friends < 08@Morgan > good < 14forrester > They were born just 15 miles away from each other I believe < 08@Morgan > small world isn't it < 14forrester > Very < 14forrester > Are we returning to the site? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I have a feeling my father will have me hung if we dont * forrester nods, leading the way < 14forrester > **By late afternoon, the building work has wound down, and David and Adalbrecht have left. < 14forrester > ((what does he do?)) < 08@Morgan > ((wander round the site checking on progress)) < 14forrester > *Everything is order, and they're a day or two ahead of schedule * @Morgan heads back to the house < 14forrester > **A servant waits patiently by the front door, staring into space * @Morgan looks at the servant, mildly amused < 14forrester > **he spots Morgan, coming over* My Lord *he bows* < 08@Morgan > are you waiting for something specific, or just trying to find five quiet minutes? < 14forrester > I was sent to wait for you, my Lord, one o the grooms suspects your horse has a sprained leg, but he's being a bit...ummm... < 08@Morgan > spit it out < 14forrester > vicious * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > they're in the stables? < 14forrester > *he nods* yes, my Lord * @Morgan nods, heading directly to the stables < 14forrester > **the stable is shaded, quiet and smells pleasantly of hay. There's no sign of the groom * @Morgan whistles < 14forrester > **The dog comes first, bounding up to him and jumping up * @Morgan greets the dog with a few strokes before speaking to him < 08@Morgan > where's Xantha? < 14forrester > *Xantha comes over. His front left ankle looks a little swollen. * @Morgan stands up, going to the horse < 08@Morgan > what've you done old man? < 14forrester > *Xantha snorts* < 08@Morgan > yes, well I can see that < 14forrester > **It doesn't look injured, or particularly painful up close, but it is an easy mistake to make from a safe distance* < 08@Morgan > whats got you in such a mood? < 14forrester > *He looks to Aurora* * @Morgan smirks slightly before looking at the other horse < 14forrester > *Aurora looks happy, well and docile* < 08@Morgan > I'm afraid old friend I dont understand < 14forrester > *Morgan feels a strange thud against his back. Not painful, but unexpected* * @Morgan stumbles, turning around < 14forrester > **On the floor at his feet in a light tan leather riding glove, the sort often used to declare duels* < 14forrester > in=is* * @Morgan looks around the barn < 14forrester > *there's no-one there, but it could conceivably have come from outside by a good thrower * @Morgan picks up the glove and walks slowly towards the door < 14forrester > **stood outside in the sunshine, at an impressive distance, leaning against a black horse, is a tall, female figure. Her voice is relaxed, more a drawl than anything else, her accent a mix of various places. < 14forrester > What ho, cuz, never expected the likes of you to be here! * @Morgan folds his arms and leans against the door frame < 08@Morgan > The black horse is a bit... melodramatic isn't it? * forrester is now known as Jarvie * Jarvie leads the horse towards him, and the stables. She's not changed much in the 3 years since he's seen her. Now 21, she's almost as tall as him, broad but athletic. Her hair is dark blonde, eyes deep blue. She isn't 'pretty', but handsome at a push. Her smile and personality are her best features < 14Jarvie > He has stamina, the colour was irrelevant * Jarvie grins at him < 08@Morgan > is there a reason you're taking potshots at people with gloves? < 14Jarvie > Merely to show that I can still out-throw you * @Morgan laughs * Jarvie holds out her hand for the glove * @Morgan throws it to her < 08@Morgan > do they know you're here yet? * Jarvie catches it easily, settling her horse into an empty stall < 14Jarvie > No, you're the first < 08@Morgan > then I suppose I'm suitably honoured * Jarvie laughs < 14Jarvie > Don't be, it was accidental * Jarvie grins again < 08@Morgan > you? accidental? and here I thought you did everything on purpose < 14Jarvie > I _came_ here on purpose, but didn't anticipate running in to you! < 08@Morgan > oh now, I thought _everyone_ knew about that * Jarvie takes off the other glove and pockets it < 14Jarvie > Not so. But I've been in Ussura for near on a year, which may explain my ignorance < 08@Morgan > no, I think thats ingrained in your personality < 14Jarvie > I'm here but three minutes, just to be insulted by you?! < 08@Morgan > well no, you're here for something else, being insulted by me is a bonus < 14Jarvie > Oh, aren't I the lucky one < 08@Morgan > no, just today happens to be your lucky day * Jarvie grins < 14Jarvie > Best go in and face the music then < 08@Morgan > there's music? < 14Jarvie > There usually is. * @Morgan nods, turning to Xantha < 08@Morgan > you behave yourself * Jarvie looks also < 14Jarvie > Still got that crazy horse then? < 08@Morgan > he's not crazy... just... not that easy going * Jarvie laughs < 14Jarvie > I've heard that said of his owner also < 08@Morgan > accurate on both counts I think < 14Jarvie > So, will we stand out here, or go inside and get fed? < 08@Morgan > I suppose we can go and eat... Varicks here * Jarvie looks puzzled < 14Jarvie > Of course he is * @Morgan starts towards the house * Jarvie walks on < 14Jarvie > Wherelse would he be? * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > you haven't heard * Jarvie smiles < 14Jarvie > As I said, Ussura * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I dont know if my father would appreciate me telling you what happened < 14Jarvie > I think maybe you best had, get it out of the way < 08@Morgan > Alarice has disgraced herself and done a runner * Jarvie raises her eyebrows < 14Jarvie > But Varick is here? * @Morgan nods, frowning < 08@Morgan > she was quite cruel to him before she left * Jarvie sighs < 14Jarvie > I wondered when she'd snap * @Morgan nods < 14Jarvie > When did all this happen? < 08@Morgan > fairly recently * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > What disgrace did she cause? < 08@Morgan > she was carrying on with various people... < 14Jarvie > Indiscretely? < 08@Morgan > indiscretely enough for me to find out * Jarvie rolls her eyes < 14Jarvie > I should have been here * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I tried to help her, but... < 14Jarvie > She's always been wilful. Has she been in contact? < 08@Morgan > no... she took a few things and fled * Jarvie climbs the outside steps to the front door, and opens it for him < 14Jarvie > How is Varick? < 08@Morgan > upset, unsettled... scared * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > To be expected I think. Is uncle Addie looking for her? < 08@Morgan > No... I have a hunch where she will be and will go and look just as soon as I get time < 14Jarvie > I could go... It was her I came to see < 08@Morgan > oh? < 08@Morgan > us poor Koertigs not good enough? < 14Jarvie > Do you have a house in Freiburg? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no < 14Jarvie > Then you'd not be much help < 08@Morgan > how'd you mean? < 14Jarvie > I've been offered a dig on the outskirts of Freiburg. Syrneth relics they think. Having somewhere to stay for the duration for free would be beneficial. * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > Alarice has a house there < 14Jarvie > Which is why I'm here * @Morgan nods * Jarvie looks around the hallway < 14Jarvie > I'd best present myself < 08@Morgan > probably a good idea * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > When I'm done, perhaps we can catch up? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > there's much to catch I think * Jarvie smiles, tipping her head slightly, before taking long strides quickly off towards the study * @Morgan smirks slightly before heading to find a servant < 14Jarvie > **Reinhardt the butler is wandering around the halls < 08@Morgan > Reinhardt... would you be so good as to inform the groom that Xanthas leg isn't sprained, and that he's to stop being so timid < 14Jarvie > *he nods* Yes, my Lord < 08@Morgan > thank you < 14Jarvie > *he leaves* * @Morgan wanders around the house * Jarvie finds him a little while later < 14Jarvie > That's that done < 08@Morgan > were there tears? and cake < 14Jarvie > ((prolly ten minutes or so)) < 14Jarvie > Neither, he was a bit busy. I got 'good afternoon, good to see you, Morgan will get you settled, I'll see you at dinner' * @Morgan chuckles * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.49 ) (Quit: 06 14I 06- 15n 06- 15v 06- 00i 06- 00s 06- 15i 06- 15o 06- 14n 06 2.0 Build 3515 ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.49] has left IRC Session Close: Sun Aug 22 04:20:10 2010 Session Start: Sun Aug 22 04:20:10 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Sun Aug 22 04:20:11 2010 Session Start: Sun Aug 22 23:08:00 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic < 14Jarvie > * Jarvie finds him a little while later < 14Jarvie > < 14Jarvie > That's that done < 14Jarvie > < 08@Morgan > were there tears? and cake < 14Jarvie > < 14Jarvie > ((prolly ten minutes or so)) < 14Jarvie > < 14Jarvie > Neither, he was a bit busy. I got 'good afternoon, good to see you, Morgan will get you settled, I'll see you at dinner' < 14Jarvie > * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > That sounds about right * Jarvie smiles < 14Jarvie > I'm famished, let's see if they can still manage a decent sandwich round here * @Morgan nods, heading towards the kitchens * Jarvie walks along, easily matching his pace. < 14Jarvie > How is the food here lately? < 08@Morgan > Not bad... I've tasted better, but I've tasted much worse < 08@Morgan > certainly better than camp food * Jarvie laughs < 14Jarvie > The dig I did in the Empire meant 8 months of sand in every meal. Can't be any less appetising than that. * @Morgan wanders into the kitchen < 14Jarvie > **there is no-one in there* < 08@Morgan > typical * Jarvie boldly wanders to the pantry < 08@Morgan > well, I suppose if you're brave enough, I can rustle something up for you < 14Jarvie > Why not, eh? * @Morgan nods, wandering into the pantry after her * Jarvie looks around the dusty, well-stocked shelves before leaving him to it * @Morgan wanders back out with various bits of food, placing them on a counter < 08@Morgan > you realise my father will go mad if he hears of this? * Jarvie sits upon one of the tables, an unladylike action which matches her trousers and riding jacket < 14Jarvie > At me, or you? < 08@Morgan > me, most likely * @Morgan sets about making a sandwich * Jarvie grins < 14Jarvie > Not my problem then < 08@Morgan > not in the primary, no, but I'll make it your problem * @Morgan flashes a grin at her < 14Jarvie > If you can catch me... < 08@Morgan > I think I'll choose not to take that challenge * @Morgan pushes the sandwich across the counter < 08@Morgan > I can probably find some sand, or some dirt to go in it if you want * Jarvie takes it, taking a rather large bite, shaking her head < 14Jarvie > No, it's good, thank you * @Morgan nods, putting the remainders back in the pantry * Jarvie continues to eat, swing her legs slightly < 14Jarvie > Any ale in there? < 08@Morgan > ladies aren't supposed to drink ale * Jarvie laughs hard < 14Jarvie > You're confusing me with a 'lady' I think * @Morgan comes back out with a jug of ale < 08@Morgan > would you like a tankard, or do you want to drink it straight from the jar? * Jarvie throws a crust deftly at his head < 14Jarvie > tankard * @Morgan grabs a tankard and pours ale into it, putting it on the counter beside her * Jarvie drinks a fair amount of it in one go, before brushing the bread crumbs of her lap. She looks at him < 14Jarvie > How long have you been back? < 08@Morgan > a while... just over a month < 14Jarvie > Last I heard you were working in a little town in Avalon < 08@Morgan > been keeping tabs have we? * Jarvie shakes her head < 14Jarvie > Edward told me * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I moved around for a while < 14Jarvie > and now you're home * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'll be away again for a whlie * Jarvie grins < 14Jarvie > Given your marching orders? < 08@Morgan > No... I've things I wish to do before I come back for good < 14Jarvie > More farming? < 08@Morgan > not exactly * @Morgan smirks < 08@Morgan > besides, at laest when I went digging in the mud I could eat what I dug up * Jarvie watches him < 14Jarvie > Least I could make a fortune from what I dug up * @Morgan shrugs, smiling slightly < 08@Morgan > I dont need to * Jarvie grins < 14Jarvie > Nor do I really, but there's a bonus to having spare money... and money that you've earnt * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > it feels... better * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > So, what will you be squandering your time on? * @Morgan watches her intently for a moment < 08@Morgan > which little town? < 14Jarvie > Some little place in the middle of Avalon * @Morgan nods, getting a tankard for himsef < 14Jarvie > He said it was some god-foresaken little falling-to-pieces village, over-run with livestock, and the people not much better < 08@Morgan > Edward always was a romanticist * Jarvie laughs < 14Jarvie > What else would you expect from Edward, King of Eisen < 08@Morgan > someones going to knock that arrogance out of him one day I think * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > He gets himself into alot of fights * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > that doesn't surprise me if I'm honest < 14Jarvie > Too many cuckolded husbands < 08@Morgan > you'd think he'd have the sense to keep out of trouble... what if I hadn't come back? This place could've been without a Graf because of his fondness for chasing skirt * Jarvie shrugs < 14Jarvie > He thinks he's invincible < 08@Morgan > That surprises me... I guess I didnt beat him hard enough * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > Perhaps not. It doesn't stop him attracting women. * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > well, if he gets himself stabbed, thats his own problem... < 14Jarvie > You're still wanting to be Graf then? < 08@Morgan > Whats wanting got to do with it? * Jarvie laughs < 14Jarvie > I didn't want to be yet another high society bride, so I packed up, bought a shovel, and got on with my own life. You'd started to do the same. < 08@Morgan > No I didn't.. I was running away. < 14Jarvie > But you decided to return < 08@Morgan > I tired of running... of avoiding Yensid all the time... of lying to myself and others * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > Times change, eh? < 08@Morgan > more than you'd imagine... certainly more than I did < 14Jarvie > I'm glad to see you at any rate < 08@Morgan > likewise < 08@Morgan > I'm assuming in your travels to the far flung corners that you've missed all the gossip? * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > When in Freiburg, I hear _everything_. But anywhere else, nothing * @Morgan refills her tankard < 08@Morgan > are you staying long? * Jarvie takes it up < 14Jarvie > I don't know. I was wanting to see Alarice. I've got three weeks til the dig begins, but I'll need to be in Freiburg slightly before to find somewhere to live. Session Time: Mon Aug 23 00:00:00 2010 < 08@Morgan > ah, you'll still be around for tomorrow then * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > I'd think so < 08@Morgan > You haven't brought any plates have you? * Jarvie laughs < 14Jarvie > No < 08@Morgan > good < 14Jarvie > Why? < 08@Morgan > There's a polterabend tomorrow * Jarvie grins < 14Jarvie > They're always good for a laugh and a drink. Whose? * @Morgan sips his ale < 08@Morgan > mine * Jarvie laughs hard < 14Jarvie > Yeah, right. Whose is it really? * @Morgan looks at her a for a moment < 08@Morgan > ask someone < 08@Morgan > first person we come across, ask them * Jarvie looks shocked < 14Jarvie > Oh my god, you're serious?1 * @Morgan nods < 14Jarvie > Wow! Congratulations! < 08@Morgan > thank you * Jarvie punches him hard in the arm < 14Jarvie > You kept that quiet! < 08@Morgan > not... really. I made arrangements before I left Avalon, came back here and got everything sorted * Jarvie laughs < 14Jarvie > She's not Eisen? * @Morgan shakes his head < 14Jarvie > I bet that went down well < 08@Morgan > with? < 14Jarvie > Uncle Addie < 08@Morgan > he cant really make too much noise on that subject * @Morgan grins < 14Jarvie > I suppose not. When is the wedding? < 08@Morgan > not far off at all * Jarvie nods < 08@Morgan > I'd like you to come < 14Jarvie > I'll be in Eisen a while, I'm sure I can make it. < 08@Morgan > good * Jarvie takes a mouth full of ale < 14Jarvie > Tell me about your fiancee < 08@Morgan > what do you want to know? * Jarvie grins < 14Jarvie > Everything < 08@Morgan > I knew you'd say that < 14Jarvie > I'm a woman, it's a requirement < 08@Morgan > I assume you know what sort of person I'd become while in Avalon? < 14Jarvie > As I said, everything * @Morgan sips his ale < 08@Morgan > I was broken... constantly flying into fights that I should lose... I was dangerous * @Morgan looks at her * Jarvie nods sympathetically < 14Jarvie > that is understandable < 08@Morgan > she made me better * Jarvie smiles < 14Jarvie > how? < 08@Morgan > by being her < 08@Morgan > she never once tried to trap me into feeling something for her... she was there for me when I needed help, and asked for nothing in return < 14Jarvie > She sounds wonderful < 08@Morgan > she is < 14Jarvie > How did you meet? < 08@Morgan > we worked on the same estate < 14Jarvie > she isn't high-born? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > she's the daughter of a gentleman... though she has a title * Jarvie looks intrigued < 14Jarvie > How? < 08@Morgan > she was given a title by a sovereign prince < 14Jarvie > of where? < 08@Morgan > Capperlucia * Jarvie looks thoughtful < 14Jarvie > Is it part of Vodacce? < 08@Morgan > I dont believe so < 14Jarvie > where is it? < 08@Morgan > you go to the middle of nowhere and turn left * Jarvie looks skeptical < 14Jarvie > is it mapped? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I am but a poor Lieutenant, navigating with maps has little to do with me * Jarvie looks thoughtful < 14Jarvie > I shall ask your bride myself < 08@Morgan > why? < 14Jarvie > An unchartered territory perhaps... think of all the potential historical discoveries that would help us learn more about the past of Theah * @Morgan smiles, taking a drink < 14Jarvie > It's an exciting prospect in my world < 08@Morgan > I've no doubt < 14Jarvie > When did you decide to wed again? < 08@Morgan > mid argument * Jarvie laughs < 14Jarvie > That's not a good start! < 08@Morgan > oh, it wasnt with her.. < 08@Morgan > no, it was with a friend * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > what was the argument about? < 08@Morgan > my taking Molly as a mistress... I felt I couldn't take her as my bride, my friend disagreed < 08@Morgan > vehemently * Jarvie nods. There is absolutely no suprise at the notion of him having a mistress in her expression, its as if nobles with mistresses are the standard in her world < 14Jarvie > And your friend convinced you? < 08@Morgan > not exactly < 14Jarvie > Yet you _are_ getting married * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > we screamed at eachother for a while, her telling me that I must marry her, me maintaining that I cant... then she told me I couldn't and I did something that my father has called damnably Eisen of me < 14Jarvie > Which was? < 08@Morgan > said I damn well could * Jarvie laughs hard < 14Jarvie > Thus sealing your fate? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > thats pretty much what my father did < 14Jarvie > You always were too stubborn for your own good * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > evidently... though its what I wanted, I just couldn't allow myself to < 14Jarvie > Because of Dietlinde? * @Morgan nods * Jarvie watches him < 14Jarvie > She'd not have wanted you to be unhappy < 08@Morgan > I know < 08@Morgan > I think _I_ wanted me to be unhappy < 14Jarvie > Why? * @Morgan shrugs < 14Jarvie > I'm glad you've come to your senses * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > its been tough... I may even be more mellow < 14Jarvie > Than what? < 08@Morgan > than I used to be... would you believe I actually walked away from the possibility of a duel today? * Jarvie looks gobsmacked < 14Jarvie > Who are ou, and where is my cousin? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > mellow, see? < 14Jarvie > That is scary < 08@Morgan > though... I had to weigh up some facts... I've come out of it with a ship being named after my betrothed, and her attendance at the launch... _and_ I wont get hung drawn and quartered for getting into a fight the day before the polterabend * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > Quite sensible really... You've become more Avalon * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > disgusting isn't it... though, ironically, I was Eisen to the extreme while I was there < 14Jarvie > Very strange... perhaps a rebellion against the behaviours of those around you? < 08@Morgan > perhaps... more that I didn't really care * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > Will Alarice return for the wedding? < 08@Morgan > I haven't a clue < 14Jarvie > How is Varick coping without her? < 08@Morgan > we're doing what we can for him * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > I'm glad, he was always a nice boy, if a little quiet * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > he still has nightmares < 14Jarvie > I did not know he was having them. I have only seen him once since Karsten's death * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > he wants to wear wings to the wedding < 14Jarvie > Why?1 < 08@Morgan > I haven't exactly worked that out < 14Jarvie > He is still a Koertig by blood, it isn't that suprising that he is a little... creative * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > true enough < 14Jarvie > When his seconf cousin is king of eisen, wings are the least of the problem! < 08@Morgan > Edward couldn't ever be King of Eisen... he'd be trying to think of ways to steal his wife away from her husband... * Jarvie laughs < 14Jarvie > He isn't much of a leader anyhow < 08@Morgan > no? < 14Jarvie > He is all bravado and flash, no substance * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > we'll just have to hope that I can do better < 14Jarvie > You're the best Sudlachenburg has, for now * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > you're a real fountain of enthusiasm, you know that? < 14Jarvie > What can I say, it's my gift * Jarvie grins < 08@Morgan > I wonder what my betrothed is going to make of you < 14Jarvie > I wouldn't like to guess < 08@Morgan > me either... < 14Jarvie > I'll be on my best behaviour * Jarvie downs the rest of the ale < 08@Morgan > good < 14Jarvie > I won't tell her all the awful things you used to do as a child * @Morgan snorts < 08@Morgan > I didn't _do_ awful things < 14Jarvie > Really? There were no pictures you'd drawn of Grunhelm with horns or tails? < 08@Morgan > artistic interpretations... < 14Jarvie > which you would have been thrashed for < 08@Morgan > keep that to yourself, I've a feeling I still might * @Morgan chuckles < 14Jarvie > It's almost worth it < 14Jarvie > It'd stop you having to sweep tomorrow < 08@Morgan > thats true I suppose... choices choices * Jarvie shakes her head < 14Jarvie > Uncle Addie would reschedule * @Morgan laughs < 14Jarvie > He'll be eager to see the bridal plate no doubt * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I would imagine so * Jarvie hops down off the table < 14Jarvie > When do I get to meet Molly? < 08@Morgan > I would imagine she's somewhere in the building by now * Jarvie smiles < 14Jarvie > Then let's find her Session Close: Mon Aug 23 02:05:51 2010 Session Start: Mon Aug 23 02:05:51 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Mon Aug 23 02:05:51 2010 Session Start: Wed Sep 01 01:02:43 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic < 14Jarvie > < 14Jarvie > He'll be eager to see the bridal plate no doubt < 14Jarvie > * @Morgan nods < 14Jarvie > < 08@Morgan > I would imagine so < 14Jarvie > * Jarvie hops down off the table < 14Jarvie > < 14Jarvie > When do I get to meet Molly? < 14Jarvie > < 08@Morgan > I would imagine she's somewhere in the building by now < 14Jarvie > * Jarvie smiles < 14Jarvie > < 14Jarvie > Then let's find her * @Morgan glances at whats left of the tankard * Jarvie 's tankard is empty * @Morgan sighs slightly, draining his tankard before setting it down * Jarvie grins < 08@Morgan > you're a bad influence... < 14Jarvie > As the old saying goes, arbeiten harte, spiel harte, trinken harte * @Morgan strides out of the kitchen < 14Jarvie > (work hard, play hard, drink hard) * Jarvie follows on after him, her stride bringing her level with him easily * @Morgan goes in search of Molly < 14Jarvie > (where?) < 08@Morgan > (nursery) < 14Jarvie > **The nursery is very quiet. Sat near the window, Molly dozes in the chair, Varick curled up in her lap peacefully. The floor length windows are open onto the balcony, the white gauzy curtains teased by the gentle summer breeze * @Morgan stands in the doorway for a moment before quietly walking into the room * Jarvie follows on, surveying them silently * @Morgan reaches out, touching Molly's arm gently * Jarvie wakes, looking up at him with a smile, and takes his hand. She speaks quietly. < 14Jarvie > M: He's all tired out today, more nightmares < 08@Morgan > he may have worse to come... there's someone here to see him < 14Jarvie > M: *she suddenly looks more awake, and gently wakes Varick, who immediately spots Morgan* < 14Jarvie > V: *he puts his arms out to be picked up* Morgan! * @Morgan hauls the boy up < 08@Morgan > I've brought someone to see you both < 14Jarvie > V: *he looks solemly at him* who? * @Morgan turns slightly so he can see Jarvie < 08@Morgan > your aunt Jarvie < 14Jarvie > M: *she stands up, brushing off her skirt and smoothing her hair. She comes to stand beside Morgan* * Jarvie grins < 14Jarvie > It's been a while, hasn't it, Varick? < 14Jarvie > V: *he nods* I have some soldiers now * Jarvie smiles < 14Jarvie > We can play with them later, if you like < 14Jarvie > V: *he nods* < 08@Morgan > Jarvie, this is Molly... Molly, this is Jarvie... try not to break eachother * Jarvie smiles warmly at Molly, who blushes a little at Morgan's remark < 14Jarvie > M: I'm pleased to meet you, my lady, I hope you will be able to stay for the wedding? * Jarvie laughs < 14Jarvie > Just call me Jarvie, Molly, I'm told if I don't act like a lady, there's no point in being called one! < 14Jarvie > M: *her eyes go wide, and she nods* Of course, I'd be happy to < 14Jarvie > *there is a knock at the door* < 08@Morgan > careful.. she'll have you making sandwiches for her next < 08@Morgan > kommon sie * Jarvie laughs at his joke as the servant comes in < 14Jarvie > My Lord, the Graf wishes to see you * @Morgan looks at Jarvie < 08@Morgan > if I get yelled at for making sandwiches, I'll be back for you * Jarvie shrugs < 14Jarvie > You'll live. * @Morgan puts Varick down < 08@Morgan > I'll return when I can < 14Jarvie > M: *she looks between the two cousins, a little unsure of herself. Varick moves back to Molly's side* * @Morgan looks back at Jarvie < 08@Morgan > and no childhood stories, understand? < 14Jarvie > I'llsave them for later, it's better when I can see your reaction also * @Morgan glances at Molly < 08@Morgan > I'll be back before long < 14Jarvie > M: *she smiles softly* Would you ask for tea and cake to be brought upon your return? * @Morgan nods and heads for the door < 14Jarvie > **the study door is shut* * @Morgan knocks on the door * Jarvie is now known as Adalbrecht -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. < 14Adalbrecht > enter * @Morgan goes into the study < 08@Morgan > you wanted to see me? * Adalbrecht picks up the lit cigar in one hand, waving him to the chair < 14Adalbrecht > I did. Drink? * @Morgan sits down < 08@Morgan > no, thank you * Adalbrecht watches him < 14Adalbrecht > Jarvinia's arrival was suprising < 08@Morgan > very < 14Adalbrecht > Has Alarice sent her? < 08@Morgan > she says not... she was coming to find Alarice to ask for use of the house in Frieburg * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > She has not seen Alarice in Freiburg? * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > I dont know if she came through there * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > How long is she to stay? < 08@Morgan > apparently until the wedding, now that she knows about it * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > Was she suprised? < 08@Morgan > she laughed in my face < 08@Morgan > followed by "no really, who's getting married? * Adalbrecht laughs again < 14Adalbrecht > I can understandthat * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > Does she know of the adoption? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > I've not told her... I feel guilty for keeping her in the dark, but I wanted to be sure of her reason for being here first * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > I think it's wise to give it some time < 08@Morgan > indeed < 14Adalbrecht > Does Varick know she is here? * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > She is a nice girl, though a little... unconventional < 08@Morgan > she almost reminds me of me < 14Adalbrecht > Why? < 08@Morgan > in being unconventional * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > It must be in the blood * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > Although both myself and Hans were perfectly normal... * @Morgan frowns slightly * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > Perhaps it skips a generation < 08@Morgan > perhaps * @Morgan sighs slightly < 08@Morgan > I'd best tell you before anyone else does... there was an altercation at the inn * Adalbrecht sits back a bit < 14Adalbrecht > go on < 08@Morgan > its nothing of note... just some arrogant person that required bringing down a peg or two * @Morgan watches his father < 14Adalbrecht > Who, and why? * Adalbrecht watches, face serious < 08@Morgan > a person who thought himself so much higher than he is that he was more than unkind to David. < 14Adalbrecht > What was said? < 08@Morgan > it was a slur against me, my betrothed and my first wife, and he was disustingly rude to David. * Adalbrecht puts both hands on the table < 14Adalbrecht > You're being evasive < 08@Morgan > yes, I am, but its true nontheless. < 14Adalbrecht > Why is that, Morgan? * @Morgan looks at his father for a moment < 08@Morgan > because I made the decisions, I turned them into actions, and rehashing them now will accomplish nothing. You cannot go back and change what I did. You'll either trust in my decision on the matter, or you'll think it was unacceptable, as is your right * Adalbrecht raises an eyebrow < 14Adalbrecht > What have you done about it? < 08@Morgan > punched him in the face as punishment for his attitude and treatment of David and the villagers in general < 14Adalbrecht > Did anyone see? * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht starts to look a little dismayed < 14Adalbrecht > Who is this man? < 08@Morgan > Sanin Gottlieb * Adalbrecht looks thoughtful < 14Adalbrecht > That sounds familiar * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > shall we agree on some sort of punishment now? I'm sure you're put out with me < 14Adalbrecht > I am disapointed, but as you say, I can not change your actions. < 08@Morgan > denounce them if you wish... I understand < 14Adalbrecht > It looks dishonourable to hit someone for an insult... < 08@Morgan > it _is_ dishonourable to allow them free reign for such insults < 08@Morgan > to my mind, anyway < 14Adalbrecht > There are honourable ways to settle such things < 08@Morgan > such as? < 14Adalbrecht > Duelling < 08@Morgan > a challenge was issued * Adalbrecht looks suprised * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > not before I'd punched him, mind < 14Adalbrecht > You did not mention there was to be a duel < 08@Morgan > there isn't... an accord has been struck * Adalbrecht frowns < 14Adalbrecht > instead of a duel? * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > that is very unconventional < 08@Morgan > I know... it'll look conventional though. An apology will be made publicly < 14Adalbrecht > Where? < 08@Morgan > here * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > What made you relinquish your challenge? < 08@Morgan > two things... opportunity and fear < 14Adalbrecht > fear?! < 08@Morgan > first I'll explain opportunity... the name rings a bell doesn't it < 14Adalbrecht > yes, it does < 08@Morgan > think about the surname, in gold lettering, pressed into, say, a ships wheel, or decking... * Adalbrecht looks shocked < 14Adalbrecht > The shipbuilders? * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > I think Gottlieb himself was a friend of my father's. * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > with any luck Sanin will be counted as a friend of mine in future < 14Adalbrecht > You think that likely? < 08@Morgan > we struck an accord that costs him nothing but allows him to not have to face me in a duel... < 14Adalbrecht > it can not have been much of an insult * @Morgan looks at his father < 08@Morgan > believe me when I tell you all I really wanted to do was run him through * Adalbrecht sighs < 14Adalbrecht > Why is it that such people always find you? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I've a theory on that, though it more refers to monsters < 08@Morgan > still... it makes little odds, since I didn't run him through... all that would accomplish is greater anger from you and Eisen would be robbed of one of its best shipbuilders < 14Adalbrecht > Are they still based in Zweibrucke? * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > What does this accord entail? < 08@Morgan > an apology, a ship naming and attendance at a launch for my betrothed * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > She'll like that * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > quite < 14Adalbrecht > And there's the prospect of aid in your ship-purchasing aims? * @Morgan grins slightly < 08@Morgan > cant hurt my chances... he was quite intrigued by my thoughts on a design < 14Adalbrecht > what sort of design? < 08@Morgan > something narrow in the beam, reinforced masts, perhaps a plated prow < 14Adalbrecht > For the purpose of? < 08@Morgan > first step of any trader is to get a ship to trade with... then get security after its been plundered. I'm working backwards < 14Adalbrecht > So a ship with a formidable reputation as a deterrant? * @Morgan nods * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.51 ) (Quit: 06 14I 06- 15n 06- 15v 06- 00i 06- 00s 06- 15i 06- 15o 06- 14n 06 2.0 Build 3515 ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.51] has left IRC Session Close: Wed Sep 01 04:23:13 2010 Session Start: Wed Sep 01 04:23:13 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Wed Sep 01 04:23:14 2010 Session Start: Wed Sep 01 23:49:01 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > what sort of design? < 14Adalbrecht > < 08@Morgan > something narrow in the beam, reinforced masts, perhaps a plated prow < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > For the purpose of? < 14Adalbrecht > < 08@Morgan > first step of any trader is to get a ship to trade with... then get security after its been plundered. I'm working backwards < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > So a ship with a formidable reputation as a deterrant? < 14Adalbrecht > * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > what was his opinion? < 08@Morgan > he seemed rather taken with the idea * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > When do you intendto begin? < 08@Morgan > after the wedding < 14Adalbrecht > Your honeymoon takes you to Zweibrucke? < 08@Morgan > I'd have to check * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > It's not your choice? < 08@Morgan > I've already commited to one journey thats nothing to do with my honeymoon, I'd not make another if I can help it < 14Adalbrecht > Understandable. The honeymoon tends to pass rather in a blur as it is. * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht lifts the cigar to his lips < 14Adalbrecht > How long did you intend yours to be? Session Time: Thu Sep 02 00:00:00 2010 < 08@Morgan > a few weeks * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > It'll pass in the blink of an eye no doubt < 08@Morgan > I expect so < 14Adalbrecht > What was the other reason for choosing not to duel? < 08@Morgan > fear < 14Adalbrecht > of? < 08@Morgan > allow me to run the statement past you... mother, martha, molly, I know its close to the wedding, but I've a duel in the morning * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > That would not have gone well < 08@Morgan > idneed * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > I know its not the way its done, but I saw an opportunity for Sudlachenburg's improvement, and I rated that higher than an insult to myself * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > I'm sure it will be beneficial < 08@Morgan > as I've said... I will understand if you wish to distance yourself from my decision publicly * Adalbrecht watches him < 14Adalbrecht > Have I ever done so before? < 08@Morgan > No, but before I didn't understand your position properly < 14Adalbrecht > And now you do? < 08@Morgan > more than I did < 14Adalbrecht > Then you should know that it is important to show unity within our family, as much as we can < 08@Morgan > I dont think anyone could blame you for distancing yourself, if thats what you decided. Its widely thought that I am something of a loose cannon * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > Loose cannon perhaps, but you are a Koertig loose cannon < 08@Morgan > I'm not so much a loose cannon as... unpredictable < 14Adalbrecht > Predictability will come with age < 08@Morgan > not if I can help it * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > We'll see < 08@Morgan > only time can tell on that score < 14Adalbrecht > Are you in good health for the polterabend? < 08@Morgan > as good as I'm going to be < 14Adalbrecht > Perhaps a lie-in in the morning? < 08@Morgan > you're expecting an awful lot of plates, I take it < 14Adalbrecht > Definately < 08@Morgan > if you could be a little less gleeful about the prospect of my working hard, I'd be grateful * Adalbrecht grins < 14Adalbrecht > You'd be much the same were it the other way around < 08@Morgan > thats beside the point * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > I've arranged for several large baskets to hold all the broken china < 08@Morgan > I'm in for a long day, aren't I? < 14Adalbrecht > A long night, to be precise * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > mostly after the rest of us have gone to bed < 08@Morgan > you're determined to get the most possible enjoyment from this aren't you < 14Adalbrecht > As my father did to me, and his before him < 08@Morgan > I think its decidedly cruel * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > You'll do it to your own sons many times over, with luck < 08@Morgan > since you're so hellbent on being cruel, then its only right that I do it to my successors * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > It is tradition * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I suppose < 14Adalbrecht > After all, this may be my only chance < 08@Morgan > perhaps < 14Adalbrecht > I missed out last time, and Edward may not wed < 08@Morgan > he will... I'll not willingly have him out there unshackled * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > It would be better if he stayed in one place < 08@Morgan > quite < 14Adalbrecht > Perhaps now is the time to think about prospective brides < 08@Morgan > I wont inflict him on Jarvie... not that she'd do it anyway < 14Adalbrecht > Though she really ought to be wed, she is getting old < 08@Morgan > I wouldn't advise mentioning that to her < 14Adalbrecht > she is still under my protection, as her guardian < 08@Morgan > frankly I'd rather think you'd need protection if you tell her she's getting old and must marry < 14Adalbrecht > We'll see < 08@Morgan > lets keep the clash of wills at bay until after the wedding shall we? < 14Adalbrecht > yes, I think so < 08@Morgan > as it is she's going to have some sort of episode when I request her to wear a dress < 14Adalbrecht > A dress for what? < 08@Morgan > the wedding < 14Adalbrecht > She's always preferred trousers, but yes, I think it's a requirement that she dress appropriately * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > Perhaps after the polterabend? It'll be even more back-breaking if you're bruised * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I think that'd be a good idea < 08@Morgan > One of the grooms sent word that Xantha was lame... he's mistaken < 14Adalbrecht > What made him think so? < 08@Morgan > he was favouring the leg, and its a little swollen... from a distance I can see how he'd think he was lame < 14Adalbrecht > and none but you venture that close to him < 08@Morgan > evidently < 14Adalbrecht > I gather he is still not tame? < 08@Morgan > I dont have any problems with him < 14Adalbrecht > kindred spirits perhaps * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > he's not as bad as everyone seems to think < 14Adalbrecht > perhaps < 08@Morgan > dont tell me you're afraid of him * Adalbrecht sniffs < 14Adalbrecht > Picture the scene if you will- No, my dear wife, I _did_ know that horse was difficult, but I still approached him anyway. My legs will heal in due time < 08@Morgan > ah < 14Adalbrecht > If I stay away, I need not face your mother's disappointment < 08@Morgan > wise * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > What do you have planned for the remainder of the day? < 08@Morgan > supervise Jarvie and Molly I think * Adalbrecht frowns < 14Adalbrecht > You feel they need it? < 08@Morgan > need it, no... though I've no doubt Jarvie will try to embarrass me < 14Adalbrecht > family perrogative < 08@Morgan > not so... family perrogative extends as far as enjoying the hard labour I face tomorrow... < 14Adalbrecht > I wouldn't count upon it < 08@Morgan > you're a fountain of good will and support, aren't you * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > You're a big boy Morgan, you do not need your hand held < 08@Morgan > says you, afraid to go near my horse < 08@Morgan > now there's an interesting dilemma... face Jarvie after telling her she's old, or face my horse < 14Adalbrecht > Jarvie, she'd do less damage < 08@Morgan > I'm not so sure * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > Let us hope we do not find out * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht puts out the cigar < 14Adalbrecht > I'd best go and tell your mother of Jarvie's arrival * @Morgan nods, standing up * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.25 ) (Quit: 06 14I 06- 15n 06- 15v 06- 00i 06- 00s 06- 15i 06- 15o 06- 14n 06 2.0 Build 3515 ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.25] has left IRC Session Close: Thu Sep 02 02:08:30 2010 Session Start: Thu Sep 02 02:08:30 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Thu Sep 02 02:08:31 2010 Session Start: Sat Sep 04 00:11:32 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Adalbrecht Session Close: Sat Sep 04 04:57:48 2010 Session Start: Sat Sep 04 04:57:48 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Sat Sep 04 04:57:54 2010 Session Start: Sat Sep 04 23:51:57 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Adalbrecht Session Time: Sun Sep 05 00:00:00 2010 < 14Adalbrecht > < 08@Morgan > now there's an interesting dilemma... face Jarvie after telling her she's old, or face my horse < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > Jarvie, she'd do less damage < 14Adalbrecht > < 08@Morgan > I'm not so sure < 14Adalbrecht > * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > Let us hope we do not find out < 14Adalbrecht > * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > * Adalbrecht puts out the cigar < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > I'd best go and tell your mother of Jarvie's arrival < 14Adalbrecht > * @Morgan nods, standing up * Adalbrecht goes out into the hall, tipping his head to morgan before walking off * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.2] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.2) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 14Adalbrecht > < 08@Morgan > now there's an interesting dilemma... face Jarvie after telling her she's old, or face my horse < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > Jarvie, she'd do less damage < 14Adalbrecht > < 08@Morgan > I'm not so sure < 14Adalbrecht > * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > Let us hope we do not find out < 14Adalbrecht > * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > * Adalbrecht puts out the cigar < 14Adalbrecht > < 14Adalbrecht > I'd best go and tell your mother of Jarvie's arrival < 14Adalbrecht > * @Morgan nods, standing up * Adalbrecht goes out into the hall, tipping his head to morgan before walking off * @Morgan wanders out and through the house in the general direction of the nursery < 14Adalbrecht > **The corridors of die Dauerhaftigkeit are warmed by the late afternoon summer sunlight that comes through the arched windows. The house is devoid of other wanders as he heads towards the east staircase. The walls are rich colours, complimenting the wood panneling. It smells faintly of wax and polish, and something else that he's never been able to put his finger on, a scent that is simply 'home'. * @Morgan smiles to himself as he heads up the stairs, running his hand along the bannister < 14Adalbrecht > **The doorways bear their usual herbs and charms, the mirrors covered with shimmery organza. As always, the ritualistic observance of superstitions is much in evidence. At the top of the stairs, a huge pendulum clock sits, softly ticking as the hands move towards six o'clock, the hour for preparing for dinner. With ten minutes to spare, the noise that he hears next implies that the others are not doing so just yet. Laughing, many voices travel to gis ears from the nursery * Adalbrecht is now known as Jarvie < 14Jarvie > Laughing, many voices travel to gis ears from the nursery < 14Jarvie > [12:29am] * Adalbrecht is now known as Jarvie * @Morgan wanders into the room, pushing the door further open < 14Jarvie > And that was the second time that Urs lost his dusting brush. The third, and last time, we were in Oardin in the Empire. We'd spent several hours looking, and were sat in the sand, when the camel we'd brought came over, laid down beside us, and made a rather sick-to-the-stomach groaning noise. We never did see the brush again! * Jarvie laughs, watchin Molly, Varick, David and Martha all in various states of hysterics at her ongoing saga. Varick lies face down, laughing hard, face to the carpet. Molly wipes the tears from her eyes,and David and Martha hold on to each others hands, sat together on the couch. * @Morgan surveys the room then turns and heads back downstairs < 14Jarvie > ** a servant heads up the stairs as morgan heads down. He bows < 14Jarvie > **dispatched, the man disapears < 14Jarvie > *******edit that***** * @Morgan wanders back to the door carrying a tray of coffee and cake < 14Jarvie > **the laughing has just about subsided. They all turn to Morgan as he enters, passing greetings. Varick sits on Molly's lap, sucking his thumb, which is rare. * @Morgan sets the tray down on a table < 08@Morgan > if anyone mentions my fetching coffee to my father, there'll be trouble * @Morgan looks pointedly at Jarvie < 14Jarvie > **They all laugh. Molly tries to stand up to go and pour, but Varick whimpers, clinging to her* * Jarvie smiles at him < 14Jarvie > Would do such a thing to a dear and treasured cousin? < 08@Morgan > I think that'd depend very much on how long I continued to fetch things for you * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > We Koertgs value usefulness * @Morgan nods vaguely, pouring coffee < 14Jarvie > **Molly speaks quietly to Varick, before lifting him off, and setting hm in her chair. She goes to Morgan, standing close as she cuts the cake for all the others. * @Morgan mutters quietly < 08@Morgan > is he ok? * Jarvie continues to tell the others about her current plans in Freiburg < 14Jarvie > M: *she looks a little unsure* He is a little out of sorts, but perhaps tiredness is the cause < 08@Morgan > I'm not so sure < 14Jarvie > M: *she looks at him* What thinks you? < 08@Morgan > I think _her_ appearance has him unsettled < 14Jarvie > M: *she nods* perhaps, liebling, perhaps < 14Jarvie > **in the background, jarvie and the others laugh. Varick gets up and comes over. He looks to them both < 14Jarvie > V: Can I have some cake too? < 14Jarvie > M: *she looks to Morgan with a bright smile* Oh, I'm not sure about that... what do you thnk, Morgan? *Varck looks up at Morgan wth huge, pleading eyes. There is something very molly-like about his expression* * @Morgan starts to laugh < 08@Morgan > I think we can stretch to a piece for you < 14Jarvie > M: *she also giggles* Take the cake to everyone else first, then you can have your piece. We must always be polite and thoughtful, must we? < 14Jarvie > V: *he smiles, takng the small plates to each of the others* < 14Jarvie > M: *she smiles playfully at Morgan* Do you want any, or are you still stayng away from sweet things? < 08@Morgan > I'll pass on the cake, thank you < 14Jarvie > M: *she watches him for a moment, til Varick returns for his own slice, taking it back to the chair. Molly hands out the drinks to everyone* * Jarvie looks to Morgan < 14Jarvie > You can actually make coffee now then? * @Morgan rolls his eyes < 08@Morgan > drink it and find out * Jarvie does so < 14Jarvie > Yes, it's passable < 08@Morgan > not enough sand in it for your tastes? < 14Jarvie > **Molly and the others laugh* * Jarvie shrugs < 14Jarvie > I'm used to making my own, I don't take many servants on digs with me. * Jarvie 's expression changes ever so slightly, but no-one except morgan seems to notice < 14Jarvie > M: *she looks at Jarvie* Will your dig take long? * @Morgan watches her, sipping his coffee * Jarvie shrugs again < 14Jarvie > Depends upon our finds. If three months yields nothing of signficance, we move on. If it does, we'll dig for six months, then there'll be six months to arrange private buyers, or museum exhibit entries. < 14Jarvie > *David and Martha listen quietly, Varick waits til Molly s seated before returning to her lap. She moves to accomodate him subconciously, so used to his physical presence now. < 14Jarvie > D: Isn't it a bit dangerous for an unmarried lady to travel into the wilderness so much? < 14Jarvie > M: *she looks to Morgan, though she doesnt actual sigh, he can see it in her expression* * Jarvie reels of a list of the safety precautions that are taken, and by the end, she has somehow made it sound as if it is far safer for her to do her job unmarried than if she was. * @Morgan smirks slightly < 14Jarvie > *David and martha look completely convnced by this, nodding enthusiastically. Molly, however, smply smiles a little, brushng varick's crumbs from her skirt < 14Jarvie > **There is a slght knock at the door* < 08@Morgan > kommon sie < 14Jarvie > *Verity comes in, weaing a pale peach day dress. Her cheeks are slightly flushed. The combination of the two serve to make her look far younger than her years, and for a brief moment, she looks exactly as she did when he was a child of Varick's age. < 14Jarvie > VE: *she smiles, holding something at her side discretely* I do hope I am not interrupting... * @Morgan puts his coffee down and goes to his mother < 08@Morgan > of course not mother < 14Jarvie > *The others rise and bow and curtsey to her. Jarvie jumps up, and goes to Verity, performing a theatrically extravagant, albeit masculine, bow.* < 14Jarvie > If it isn't my auntie Verity, the most beautiful flower upon the banks of the Sudlache! < 14Jarvie > Ve: *she laughs, holding her hands out to the girl* You're still playing the Vodacce Lothario then, Jarvie? Be a dear and do not let your uncle see you do such, he will be quite shocked. * Jarvie nods, just as the clock chimes six. Immediately, the atmosphere changes. Where the Forrester's were always used to dining late, whenever the cows were in the shed and the ploughing done, the daily rhythms of de Dauerhaftigkeit have made them more observant of the ways of regular habits. David and Martha excuse themselves politely, whlst Molly rises to tidy away the tea tray. Varick helps her with a smile. < 14Jarvie > Ve: Has Morgan found a room for you? You must wish to change out of your riding clothes? *she looks slightly dolefully at the trousers her niece is sporting, then at Morgan* * @Morgan looks slightly abashed * Jarvie shakes her head < 14Jarvie > I've been too busy talking to ask him too, ddn't realise it was so late < 14Jarvie > Ve: *she looks to Morgan* I shall come with you. *she seems to hold whatever the 12 inch square package is closer to her side* * @Morgan nods, turning to the others < 08@Morgan > if you'll excuse us < 14Jarvie > *Molly and Varick both nod affectionately* M: Of course, liebling. * @Morgan offers his arm to his mother * Jarvie makes her excuses to molly, and follows them out into the corridor. verity smiles at Morgan, takng his arm as they make ther way through the house towards the room that Alarice and Jarvie always shared < 08@Morgan > I suppose you can avoid breaking things Jarvie? * Jarvie grins < 14Jarvie > I suppose I can, for a few days at least < 14Jarvie > Ve: *she laughs* * @Morgan opens the door for his cousin * Jarvie goes in. The room is large, pale green, tidy, with two large beds. It still smells so strongly of Alarce, it s hard to believe she isn't there. < 14Jarvie > Ve: Will this be fine enough? * Jarvie nods < 14Jarvie > yes, thank you. I'll send for my things in a moment. Is dinner still at seven? < 14Jarvie > Ve: *she nods* we shall see you then. * Jarvie bids them farewell as Verity shuts the door carefully. * Jarvie is now known as Verity * Verity smiles at her son < 14Verity > You are well, dear boy? < 08@Morgan > so, mother... what has you so flustered? * Verity starts to walk them away from the door. < 14Verity > I have somethng I wsh you to see * @Morgan joins her * Verity walks quietly until they are in a stairwell, lt from about by a stained glass ceiling window, which casts lightly tinted colours cascadng down. She pauses, holding out the package. It appears to be a square box, about 12 inches wide, almost like a thn cake box. It is white, with silver filgreeing on the lid. < 08@Morgan > its the plate, isn't it? * Verity smiles broadly < 14Verity > It arrived this afternoon < 08@Morgan > excellent < 14Verity > I was a littleconcerned it would not arrive in time * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > and now you can set your mind at ease... have you looked at it? < 14Verity > Yes, a few times * Verity smiles * @Morgan chuckles < 14Verity > I wanted to make sure it was perfect before showing it to you < 08@Morgan > I see... and is it? * Verity nods excitedly < 08@Morgan > excellent. Its almost a pity < 14Verity > It is as perfect as it was ever destined to be < 14Verity > That you will break it? * @Morgan nods * Verity looks at the box < 14Verity > I thought that of my own < 08@Morgan > and yet the smashing will happen regardless of our reluctance * Verity smiles < 14Verity > It is needful < 08@Morgan > yes, it is * Verity watches him < 14Verity > Do you not wish to know? * @Morgan looks at her < 08@Morgan > its a little difficult. But it is tradition, and one which must be observed * Verity nods < 14Verity > It is important. I would like to know that I shall be a grandmother once more. *Her tone is gentle, respectful, and tender to hs feelings* * @Morgan nods * Verity watches him < 14Verity > Do you wish to see it? < 08@Morgan > please * Verity gently opens the box. Inside, the plate rests on blue tissue paper. It is quite large. In the centre is the koertig crest, (http://www.4crests.com/steinberg-coat-of-arms.html), the scroll work underneath saying ' Ohne Ehre, wir sind nichts' ((without honour, we are nothing)). (MTF) < 14Verity > **Around the edge of the plate is writing. ~Von Molly Isabella Forrester bei Morgan Adalbrecht Koertig~ June 27th, 1670. It s written in the blue to match his crest, highlighted in silver. ts a very beautiful, and expensve, plate < 08@Morgan > its perfect * Verity smiles broadly < 14Verity > It is. It's one of a kind, and will someday live in the vault beside my own * @Morgan nods < 14Verity > Ours was not quite as elaborate, but the style was similar < 08@Morgan > father's rather looking forward to the occasion * Verity smiles < 14Verity > That does not suprise me. He is very pleased wth the match < 08@Morgan > that surprises me < 14Verity > Why, dear boy? < 08@Morgan > he's a stickler... I didn't think he'd be happy with anyone that wasn't from the highest circles of Eisen society < 14Verity > He knew that for you to wish to be here and assume all your duties as a visgraf, the choce of bride would need to be yours * @Morgan nods < 14Verity > But Molly s just the sort of lady he hoped for < 08@Morgan > I'm glad < 14Verity > As am I. I doubt he would have been much impressed had you brought her as a mistress < 08@Morgan > No... probably not. * Verity lays a hand on hs arm < 14Verity > You're a good son, dear boy. You've made us both proud * @Morgan blushes < 14Verity > I must dress for dinner. I shall see you shortly. < 08@Morgan > yes mother * Verity smiles, heading down the staircase towards her rooms, Morgan's own room is on the next floor up * @Morgan heads for his room < 14Verity > **dinner passes easily, Jarvie has many stories to share, which easily fascinate the others, and even manages to seem comfortable in a plan but passable evening dress. Their mothers both look elegant, whilst Molly s once more in her element, wearing the red velvet gown, trimmed n gold, that Adalbrecht gave her ((http://blog.matchesfashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/tudors_202_0200.jpg)) < 14Verity > **The women retire to the drawingroom, and after a few drinks, Adalbrecht, David and Morgan follow them in. < 14Verity > **The balcony windows are open, allowing a gentle breeze to enter the room. Martha, Verity and Jarvie are sat talking together, whilst Molly and Inga talk quietly just outside on the balcony * Verity is now known as Jarvie < 14Jarvie > ... Which is why its called the endless sands... < 14Jarvie > D and A take their places beside their wives, and join in the discussion of odd place names * @Morgan stands in the corner of the room, watching the people talking < 14Jarvie > **Whatever is being said between Molly and Inga, Molly is checking a list of points off on her fingers, talkng very seriously. The discussion between the others is about a place on the edge of the drachenburg, called graben, or literally 'the ditch' * @Morgan fidgets and heads out to the balcony * Jarvie 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 > **Inga immediately excuses herself, and returns to her duties pouring tea and coffee* * Molly watches Morgan < 04Molly > Are you well? * @Morgan nods * Molly smiles < 08@Morgan > that was a serious looking conversation < 04Molly > Did you wish me to come inside? *behind her, the Sudlache glows it's electric blue against the dark tree line, silhoetted against the navy night sky * Molly nods < 04Molly > I've been given the charge of organising where things ought to be for the Polterabend tomorrow < 08@Morgan > oh... wonderful * Molly frowns slightly < 04Molly > It is a little nerve-wracking < 08@Morgan > I've no doubt blossom * Molly looks out over the irridescent lake, taking a step further out into the dark, voice quiet < 04Molly > I sometimes feel as if I am being tested < 08@Morgan > I dont think so... apparently my father is very pleased that its you * Molly turns her face away a lttle, but it only makes more obvious the heightened colour on her cheek < 04Molly > I am not worthy of such praise < 08@Morgan > Molly, whats the matter? < 04Molly > I worry that I am not as good as you, and Sudlachenburg deserve. I bring so little to either of you, and am no longer in any way self-reliant < 08@Morgan > you are being rediculous * Molly looks briefly at him, before looking back to the lake < 04Molly > Are you never troubled by the possibilty that you cannot achieve what is set before you? < 08@Morgan > Yes, I am < 04Molly > And you believe it is ridiculous when you feel it also? * @Morgan sighs < 04Molly > I think perhaps Varick's behaviour is unsettling me somewhat * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > me also * Molly sighs softly < 04Molly > He is not the happy little boy I have become acustomed to. That my presence no longer cheers him is a little worrying < 08@Morgan > he's had a hard time lately * Molly turns towards him, leaning against the balcony rail as she faces him < 04Molly > Oh! No, I do understand that, and I want to do what I can for him, with all my heart. What I struggle with is that at present, he does not so much want me close, but _needs_ me so. Do you understand? < 08@Morgan > I think perhaps I should talk with him * Molly bites her lip < 04Molly > Perhaps, it might help him understand things, and view them from a different perspective. He trusts you not to soften the truth for him. < 08@Morgan > I'm not sure I like that fact... do you know what is troubling him? < 04Molly > Mostly it is his visit to Koln, his upset reawakened at his father's death. But it encompasses the poor relationship he's had with Alarice, and hs own questions of who and what he s, where he belongs. He had just settled, and now his world has been shaken once more. * Molly looks visibly upset at the pain her young charge bears * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Maybe he will tell you more. With me, he simply wants my affection and attention, not my help * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > he'll be ok in time * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I think perhaps the change in what I am to him, what he asks and expects of me, has brought out my own doubts of my abilities. It is not the first change that has done such * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > dont fret blossom. I have every confidence in you * Molly holds out her hands to him * @Morgan takes them < 04Molly > Thank you, liebling. I do so want to be a good wife to you, a good carer for Varick, and a good veisgrafin for Sudlachenburg < 08@Morgan > There's not a person here that does not believe in your ability blossom... except maybe Jarvie, but she only believes what she can dig out of the ground * Molly nods < 04Molly > She's very self-sufficient * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > you've no idea how hard it is for my father dealing with her < 04Molly > Why, liebling? < 08@Morgan > she's more unconventional than I am * Molly smiles, raising an eyebrow < 04Molly > Not the easiest of tasks < 08@Morgan > quite so < 04Molly > Will she be expected to marry Edward? < 08@Morgan > Jarvie? I dont think we could make her < 04Molly > No? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > I dont think I'd want to do that to her.... though... if anyone could keep him in line... < 04Molly > I think she'd make a challenging wife * Molly smiles playfully at him * @Morgan grins < 08@Morgan > oh yes... very < 04Molly > She'd not have been a bad match for you, come to think of it < 08@Morgan > God no, I dont think we'd have survived that * Molly squeezes his hands < 04Molly > If you werent already encumbered with one fiancee, we might have found out < 08@Morgan > my father, before our return, had been giving thought to my marrying Alarice < 04Molly > I recall you saying that... I wonder if she can wield a sword < 08@Morgan > I recall _you_ saying _that_ * Molly giggles < 04Molly > Because I'd fight to the death to keep your heart mine if I had to? < 08@Morgan > not a fight you'll ever have to have * Molly swallows hard < 04Molly > From your mouth to the ears of the gods, my love < 04Molly > There is nothing more precious to me * @Morgan blushes * Molly moves closer, gently brushing her lips over his cheek before taking a half step backwards < 04Molly > Are you excited about the polterabend yet? < 08@Morgan > not nearly so much as my father is < 04Molly > Why is he so excited? < 08@Morgan > the work... he's suggested I take a lie in tomorrow * Molly giggles < 04Molly > perhaps I ought to do the same < 08@Morgan > I dont plan to < 04Molly > No? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > no, I dont think so < 04Molly > Why,liebling? < 08@Morgan > I dont sleep most of the time I'm in bed anyway, I'm not going to lie there longer than I must * Molly laughs softly, scandolously < 04Molly > You'll hate what I have planned for the morning after we're wed then < 08@Morgan > I dont think so... its the lying still pretending to be asleep I cant stand < 04Molly > You can believe me when I say that is the last thing I anticpate... < 08@Morgan > then I shant be unhappy to be there * @Morgan sniggers < 04Molly > Oh no, I hope to make you _very_ happy indeed * Molly grins at hm < 08@Morgan > I'm going to have trouble with you, I think * @Morgan grins * Molly looks fakely serious < 04Molly > We'll get some sleep, don't worry... < 08@Morgan > oh, well as long as we get _some_ sleep * Molly grins < 04Molly > How does august sound? < 08@Morgan > about rigvht... * Molly squeezes his hands < 04Molly > You'll only have trouble with me if your interest does not match mine own < 08@Morgan > I dont see that being an issue * Molly watches him closely < 04Molly > We'll find out in just over a week * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Til then, I'll just have to think of you fondly when I'm alone * @Morgan looks slightly sceptical < 04Molly > A mark for them, my love < 08@Morgan > nothing of consequence, blossom... * Molly moves closer to him, standng right in front of him < 04Molly > I doubt that somehow... I'd wager I'd be quite interested indeed < 08@Morgan > well, yes, probably, but its not suitable conversation right now * Molly pouts < 04Molly > Soon? < 08@Morgan > soon * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > I think I'll have too much work to do tomorrow to have a lie-in * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Though perhaps Varick can spend the morning with you, if it pleases you? < 08@Morgan > that might be a good idea < 04Molly > I know he'd enjoy having you to himself * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'll see if I can get him any more settled * Molly nods < 04Molly > I'd be very grateful < 08@Morgan > you really are worried? * Molly nods < 04Molly > Both of his unhappiness, and my own unease once again at being needed rather than just wanted * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'll see what I can do * Molly smiles < 04Molly > you are too good to me < 08@Morgan > I try] * Molly smiles affectionately < 04Molly > you succeed, as usual < 08@Morgan > good < 04Molly > I suppose we ought to return to the others... * @Morgan nods * Molly sounds a little disapointed < 04Molly > ... before they assume that we're behaving improperly * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > indeed * Molly once more rises up and kisses his cheek with a soft sigh Session Close: Sun Sep 05 05:28:30 2010