Aeotha Easaahae (the_holy_path) wrote in adusta, @ 2009-01-11 01:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | aeotha easaahae, leironuoth, origins |
Warmth of Summer (Leir)
It was summertime, and the sun felt good on her skin. It warmed her down to the bone. Although the ride had been long and cold while crossing the mountains, Aeotha was pleased to shed her cloak and abandon the often too warm robes of a Priestess of Lorien. Within Ithacles' homeland Aeotha was free to travel as she pleased. The knights here knew her by name because of Prince Ithacles. They knew her stories as well as they knew their own lands. It was nice to be here. The sun filtered past the strong boughs of the evergreen trees that nestled into the walls as if the stone had grown with them. She loved it here. There was no pressure upon her shoulders as she passed quietly on foot through the streets and towards the main palace.
If anything, no one wanted to burden her with anything more than what she'd been burdened with in her long life. She passed children playing an assortment of games she wasn't familiar with. Humans and Elves were different from childhood on, and while the songs they sang sometimes took on a familiar tune, there was so much to learn here. She enjoyed the difference in customs and in the songs they sang. She loved the smell of the market here with their summer hauls of apples and pears, along with roses of every shape and color.
If she had wanted to, she could have lived out the rest of her days somewhere inside the palace. Ithacles adored her, and while she did like to visit, staying here was ever the reminder that she had no home to return to, no temple to call her own, and even less family as she had before. But Ithacles was kind and a good friend. A nice week within his halls would brighten her spirits enough to continue on her journey. When she came to the gates of the palace the doors were opened for her, and she was announced by the watchmen. Her horse was handed off to a stable boy who came to greet her, and Aeotha continued on without her staff, her saddle bags, or anything to keep her weighed down. The rest would be taken care of.
As she walked she could hear the sound of swords clashing against one another. The sound roused her out of her thoughts and caused her to step off the path that would lead her into the palace and through the gardens. She remembered there was a clearing beyond them, where Ithacles sometimes came to spar with his friends, or with men in his army. Aeotha assumed she'd turn the corner to find him, instead when she stopped between two trees she found herself looking across the lawns and towards a young man sparing against an Elf. While Ithacles was a half elf, she hardly ever saw a full elf here. At least, not on the lawn sparring.
Aeotha leaned against the tree as they danced around each other with the swords. The sun echoed off the blades and cast bright clashes of light onto the lawns when they moved. Aeotha watched while holding breath. The elf was ever so familiar. Every time he turned she could recognize his style, the way he held himself. Even with the sun dancing across his tanned skin, his taunt form, Aeotha knew it as if she was seeing him in armor. She knew him. Aeotha pushed off the tree to draw closer to the two fighting. She kept a safe distance. Every time she thought she'd get a good look at his face the human would cut in and try to strike him.
Finally they were turning more her way, Aeotha leaned forward and for a split second their eyes met. Aeotha opened her mouth a little, surprised by the sight. Flaithriaoh was there, sparring with the human man. In all her times to visit Ithacles, while the prince had mentioned him, he had never been there when she'd been there. His eyes left hers and he continued to block the man's attack on him. both men were shirtless and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Aeotha might have asked how anyone enjoyed play fighting, let alone actually fighting.
Of course, in the same breath, Aeotha could have admitted she rather enjoyed watching them as they were. Both were handsome, the human in a boyish way, and Flaithriaoh had the same good looks that Eibhear had. A handsome face, and toned muscles in all of the.. Aeotha broke the gaze and headed for the wall of the palace, there were benches there to sit on. At least if she was going to watch them she wasn't going to act like she was spying, or peeping on them. The closer she got the more she could hear of their conversation said between teeth and laughter. She could tell now that Flaithriaoh was teaching the man how to swordfight. It made her smile. But now shed been spotted, not just by Flaithriaoh, but by the human man. Both swords connected for one last blow, before they both stopped in their tracks to turn to her.
Aeotha waved her fingers with a smile. Half hoping they'd just continue. The rest of her hoping that Ithacles wasn't somewhere watching this and laughing.