Dúlaman (Phrost/Open)

[Nayeli]

’introducing
{leilani richards*}
featuring--! --! ---! ---!
Come on closer, I wanna show you
What I'd like to do, You sit back now
Just relax now, I'll take care of you
Hot temptations, Sweet sensations
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you

The sound of the drums beating seemed to calm my soul as I set there, listening intently to the sound. There was just a wonderful sound to it and the others who accompanied him was beyond beautiful. I found myself singing in a tongue I had only recently learned and I was really enjoying myself as I moved through the garden of the court yard. It was so nice to move through the garden. My dress was a beautiful pale blue and I wore a golden chain around my neck with a charm that held a dragon upon it, one that looked like it was going bit its tail. It had come from the City-State of Illrea when I had gone on a visit to see Awiti.

As the drums began to beat, I allowed my voice to go into the air, which was beautiful. ”A 'níon mhín ó, sin anall na fir shúirí. A mháithairin mhín ó, cuir na roithléan go dtí mé… Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach… Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn” It was an ancient song, a song that told a story. I had learned it from another woman not long ago and it was beautiful. It took me time to get the words correctly, but I had learned to sing it with little effort. It was Celtic, but Sean had never heard me sing it and I wonder what he would think about me singing it. ”Tá ceann buí óir ar an dúlamán gaelach… Tá dhá chluais mhaol ar an dúlamán maorach.” I sung the words carefully and I smiled as it came to me so easily now that I had practiced it so much. I doubt that Genji would enjoy the song either, he seemed to strict to allow such music into his own home, but I would never know… I would never sing this son in his unworthy presence.

”Bróga breaca dubha ar an dúlamán gaelach… Tá bearéad agus triús ar an dúlamán maorach.”

[/b][/color] I found myself not even seeing if anyone was watching, or even listening for that matter. I did not care, I did not care if it was a hundred riders watching me sing my song, I would sing it and would not even care. ”Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach… Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn… Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach… Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn”[/color] I walked around the garden, my feet were hitting the beat as I moved, my body swayed slightly to the motion of the music as I walked along the path, still listening to the drums as the beat the beat I had told them about and as the flutes and other instruments sounded their own sound. I finally found a place to sit down, to sing the song as it worked it way into the air. I knew it was not my native tongue, but I loved the sound, loved the song. I had learned the words in my own tongue, but it had not sounded right when I sang it, though it was a nice story.

”Góide a thug na tíre thú? arsa an dúlamán gaelach, Ag súirí le do níon, arsa an dúlamán maorach… Rachaimid chun Niúir leis an dúlamán gaelach, Ceannóimid bróga daora ar an dúlamán maorach… Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach, Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn.”[/color] I listened as the music went on, my own hand beating my leg slightly and my eyes closing at the sound of music, as it ran over my body and engulfed who I was. "Ó chuir mé scéala chuici, go gceannóinn cíor dí, 'Sé'n scéal a chuir sí chugam, go raibh a ceann cíortha… Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach, Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn.”[/i][/color] I knew the sound was coming to a end and I was not sure if I should sing it, since it was a duet right where I was in the song, but I guess it did not matter. I would sing it anyway.

”Cha bhfaigheann tú mo 'níon, arsa an dúlamán gaelach… Bheul, fuadóidh mé liom í, arsa an dúlamán maorach… Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach…”[/color] I felt the words just flowing, moving through my lips and my heart, I could not stop. ”Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach, Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn… Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach, Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí, b'fhearr a bhí, Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach, Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí, b'fhearr a bhí, B'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn.”[/i][/color] The music ended and it was quiet and I let out a breath as the silence just came. The musicians started yet another song, but this one I did not know, it did not have words, but it was pleasant and soothing.
[/blockquote][/blockquote]

Gonna take it slow babe, Do it my way
Keep your eyes on me. Your reaction
To my action is what I want to see
Rhythmic motion, Raw emotion
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you

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’song Come on Closer--! Jem
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[phrostphyre]

With the nation at peace, on the outside, and there being no current assassination attempts being plotted, to the best of his knowledge, Sean didn't particularly need to figure out the best way to kill each and every person he ran into following Leilani Richards around. But he was Sean. He was also one of the best at what he did, and what he did happened to involve figuring out how best to kill anyone and everyone he saw. And he was quite good at that, too. In some interminable time span, Leilani had taken it upon herself to find someone that knew quite good Gaelic, and she had learned Sean's native tongue. Following two paces behind and to her left, Sean felt the thrumming of the drums in his bones. They were war drums from Hibernia adapted to be used as instruments of entertaining music, which slightly puzzled him.

Thunder crackled in the distance, warning of rain later in the day, and Sean said a silent thanks to his gods for the waulked wool of the kilt and plaid he wore. His shirt wasn't such water-proofed, but if the rain was cold, Sean wouldn't mind. He'd probably wind up wrapping his plaid around Leilani. The silly woman wasn't wearing a shawl or cloak. Wincing at the butchering of the pronounciation of several of the words, Sean winced at the song choice. A love song, really? Did she have to pick this one? Out of all the hundreds of laments, and thousands of general songs, she picked this one. The woman really had no idea of what it meant. But Sean wouldn't be the one to burst her oh so fragile bubble. Apparently she'd recovered from the loss of her Darek, and had reconciled herself to marrying the Count of Teirm, who, according to rumor, had a pet Alban pirate that helped fill his coffers. One question remained in Sean's mind, though. If Leilani married Genji, would Sean be going to Teirm with her?

Which, when considered to the full extent, raised a number of startling questions themselves. Not wanting to contemplate the headache that would cause him, Sean shoved those thoughts from his mind and settled for listening to Leilani with half an ear, ever watchful for a threat.

[Nayeli]

’introducing
{leilani richards*}
featuring--! --! ---! ---!
Come on closer, I wanna show you
What I'd like to do, You sit back now
Just relax now, I'll take care of you
Hot temptations, Sweet sensations
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you

As normal, Sean, my personal guard had taken his time to watching me from a not to distance area. I felt my eyes tear up slightly as I thought about Darek. The woman had told me it was a love song and I was hoping that the first person I could sing it too was Darek. I looked down at the small yellow ribbon around my finger and played with it slightly. I just wanted to go to my chambers, lock the doors, and pray to some God that he would sweep me from my window seal and away from this place. I wanted nothing to do with these scheme to marry me, not to the man whom was going to try and use me. I lowered my head slightly, trying to wipe away the tears before they started to come down my face and mess up my make-up and the last thing I need was for Sean to ask what was wrong. I could hear the sound of thunder as it rumbled within’ the distance and I let out a sigh… So much for my nice afternoon in the garden, for it would soon be ruined by the very nature I had come to enjoy.

The song was still dancing within’ my heart as I sat in silence, feeling the eyes of my watchful guard that was upon me. I knew the meaning of the song, I had learned Gaelic for a reason. The song was an old love song and it was not for the Count that was soon going to be returning to this castle and pestering me. I allowed my body to lean down over the small pond and trace circles in the water with my fingers ever so slightly, writing out the name of my love, though no one would really know it unless they could read what the water made to disappear. I missed my Darek and the thought of marrying a man I did not love, it hurt and I would not do it without a long, hard fight. I continued to feel the stare upon my body and I turned my eyes slightly towards the man whom was watching me.

”If you are going to watch me, Sean, you could at least try and make some conversation.”

[/color] I said in a voice that was very nice and easy on the ears, but one could sense the frustration that loomed within’ the sound of it. I stood, turning to look at him. I had grown within’ the past couple of months and I found it hard to smile even after a good love song. Once the songs were over, the thought of never seeing my true love bickered in the background of my mine and continued until I could no longer take it. I wanted to just run, run until I was out of breath and died of exhaustion…
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Gonna take it slow babe, Do it my way
Keep your eyes on me. Your reaction
To my action is what I want to see
Rhythmic motion, Raw emotion
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you

’word count 0.485
’tagged The lyrics are Here and if you would like to listen to song, the music video is Here
’song Come on Closer--! Jem
’post status done
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[phrostphyre]

At the sound of her voice, he looked at her from where he had been observing a scullery maid, scrubbing at a bloodstain. He had been about to suggest she try lemon juice and hot water, instead of just soap and water, when Leilani spoke. Something about conversation. Unfortunately, he would have to oblige. While good at bluffing, misdirection, and light, formal conversation, polite informal conversation had never been Sean's strongpoint. Standing there, looking imposing, and simply existing as a threat was simply one of them. He decided that the direct approach was best in this case.

”What would you like me to say? Your approaching marriage is fate and that there's nothing I can do? I'd be lieing, and I don't like to lie. There's several things I could do, yes. I could help you escape to Ilirea. I could help you escape to a foreign nation. I could help you do several more things. I could, but I won't, because it'd be dishonorable, and while I sold most of my honor along with my sword in exchange for the King's copper, the King's bread, and the King's ale, I still have some honor. Unfortunately for you, mo bláth cothrom, royal women have little to no say to who they're married. Be glad the Count of Teirm has honor, aye, and strength. There's some in Teirm that wouldna see an Itasan married to an Alagaësian, and would use a blade to make sure it didn't last long at all. There's some here as would allow the blame to fall on the Riders or elves, and see war erupt.”

Rolling his shoulders to adjust his chainmail, Sean shook his head to try and clear an approaching headache. His accent had grown less pronounced, but it would still appear in the oddest of places, such as now. He winced at it, undecided whether to mention the song or not. What made up his mind was his own use of Gaelic. It had been completely unintentional, but some phrases or words were just better in the language. ”As for the song, do it please ye, ye mispronounced a few of the words. Not so bad as to butcher the song, nay, but still. Whoever taught ye the language or the song learned it from someone else. It wasn't their mother language.”

[dantieduurden]

Darek had been lurking for a while in the shadows following but never approaching the princess or her royal guard. " Hopefully my sister worked enough magic into this disguise." Darek said to himself as he walked out of the shade and into the light. " Mi' Lady, a gift." Darek said disguised as an old man missing teeth and two fingers. " I was sent here to deliver this to you from some merchant." The disguised Darek said in a weak but wise old voice. Slowly he walked closer to Sean and knelled not daring to get any closer, bowing his head and keeping it low to the ground so that besides a few strands here and there all you saw was a bald head, and large ears.

[Nayeli]

’introducing
{leilani richards*}
featuring--! --! ---! ---!
Come on closer, I wanna show you
What I'd like to do, You sit back now
Just relax now, I'll take care of you
Hot temptations, Sweet sensations
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you

I wondered what topic he would pick, wonder what he would say to me, though I was to not like it. I knew he never spoke much, but I did enjoy hearing is strong Gaelic voice every now and then to just help her relax. He was after all my protector, though if Darek ever came back, I would not need him at all. ”What would you like me to say? Your approaching marriage is fate and that there's nothing I can do? I'd be lying, and I don't like to lie. There's several things I could do, yes. I could help you escape to Ilirea. I could help you escape to a foreign nation. I could help you do several more things. I could, but I won't, because it'd be dishonorable, and while I sold most of my honor along with my sword in exchange for the King's copper, the King's bread, and the King's ale, I still have some honor. Unfortunately for you, mo bláth cothrom, royal women have little to no say to who they're married. Be glad the Count of Teirm has honor, aye, and strength. There's some in Teirm that wouldna see an Itasan married to an Alagaësian, and would use a blade to make sure it didn't last long at all. There's some here as would allow the blame to fall on the Riders or elves, and see war erupt.” I glowered slightly, turning to look at him for a moment with eyes that if they were daggers would kill him.

”I will not marry that stuck up, snotty Itasan… I will not, I would sooner kill myself then marry that worthless bag of flesh, along with anyone else who dare to try and stop me. I don’t need your help to run as far from this place as I can, your help or anyone else’s help, for I have my own friends who will help me and will protect me while I am gone, but I will die before I marry that man.”

[/color] I said, the words that came were true and I would not hesitate to bring a knife or poison to the alter and prove it then and there. I did not have to die of old age or at the hands of another, I would not marry that man and before I dare do it, I would tell my sister exactly how much I hate her own guts and how she will burn in hell. I would not marry that man, would not dare. ”As for the song, do it please ye, ye mispronounced a few of the words. Not so bad as to butcher the song, nay, but still. Whoever taught ye the language or the song learned it from someone else. It wasn't their mother language.” I glanced over at him… ”The song was taught to me by an old Gaelic hag whom had only recently come to the empire… You also forget that it is not my native tongue and that is my first time singing the song completely without stopping to repeat myself.”[/color] I said to him, walking around the side of the pond before seeing someone come towards me.

”Mi' Lady, a gift." The man was an elderly man and as he came closer I saw he was missing some teeth and two fingers. It was slightly… Well… Unnaturaly, but he came closer and I watched and listened. ”I was sent here to deliver this to you from some merchant." He was weak, but he knelt down and extended the gift to me. I nodded my head and opened it carefully to see a beautiful green dress within’. I could not help but smile, though I did not know where it came from or who gave it, though I knew it was not Genji. ”Thank You, Sir… How much do you wish to be paid?”[/color] I asked, closing the box and beckoning a servant who was coming into the court yard to come to me. As she came, I gave it to her and told her to take it to my chambers.
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Gonna take it slow babe, Do it my way
Keep your eyes on me. Your reaction
To my action is what I want to see
Rhythmic motion, Raw emotion
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you

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’tagged
'comment The lyrics are Here and if you would like to listen to song, the music video is Here
’song Come on Closer--! Jem
’post status done
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[phrostphyre]

The fire in Leilani's voice was admirable, Sean felt. But as admirable as it was, it was also largely misplaced, directed as it was towards him. Instead of saying anything, he simply shrugged, ignoring her glare. His breath misted around him as he continued to look around the garden. The hair on his legs, visible between wool of kilt and wool of stockings, stood straight out, seeming to recognize the cold and Sean's reluctance to shiver, and therefore exhibit a weakness to any of the assembled humanity in the garden with Leilani and Sean. His silence would have been thick enough to cut the air, had he kept it. Instead, some of what she said annoyed him enough to warrant a reply.

”Snotty? Aye. Stuck up? Aye. Worthless bag of flesh? Not at all. Were you his wife, I doubt the man would beat you unless you deserved it. And he'd be fully within his legal rights to rape you whenever he pleased. But snotty and stuck up though he may be, he also possesses honor enough not to do that thing. The reason a few men disappear every month or so from the unit? They're wife beaters or rapists. There's never any bodies any found, so they're listed as deserters. I could try to appeal to your reason. Or your honor. But that wouldna work. Instead: Quit complaining. You're a bloody princess of a nation that didn't let the frigging elves destroy it. Act like a bloody princess, and grow up. Life isn't like the songs, stories, and tales. They never mention the stink of a man shitting and pissing himself as he dies, screaming for his mother, on a dusty battlefield. Your duty is to marry Genji and further cement the alliance between Itasus and Broddring. Duty is as heavy as a mounain, Princess. Your's is lighter than most. Genji bears his own duty, and you'll be becoming part of it. So cry your tears for true love. Cry them, and then dry them. At least the fellow's not dead.”

Sean stopped with that pleasant note and his hand went to sword and throwing axe, half drawing sword and loosening throwing axe. He didn't make a single sound, but watched the old man bearing the box with the green dress. Something seemed subtly different about him, as if he wore a cloak that Sean couldn't hear or see or smell, but something, perhaps his sense of danger that had kept him alive, was telling him that perhaps having drawn steel wasn't such a bad idea, after all, and that if he needed to, he could be in front of Leilani in about two seconds, going for a killing blow in the third, and making sure the man was dead with the fourth second. Pleased at this idea, he smiled on the inside of his thoughts and prepared to kill, be killed, or sit and watch. Blue eyes noted even the man's breathing, as muscles tightened, oxygen in the blood shot up, though his breathing stayed steady, and digestion and immune systems shut off.

[dantieduurden]

I stepped back when the man named Sean drew steel, he could not have seen through the magic of the disguise so it had to be how he always acted. How odd I thought as I cowered backwards feeding into his ego. Let him think I am the scared peasant and he the holy warrior, it will only suit me more. Slowly my head turned to the princess and said with a toothless smile, " Seeing you smile is more then a lowly peasant like I deserves me princess." And once Leilani took the box holding the dress and cloak I ran away from the Scotsman, he was a formidable warrior, and I did not want y disguise being blown because of him.

[Nayeli]

’introducing
{leilani richards*}
featuring--! --! ---! ---!
Come on closer, I wanna show you
What I'd like to do, You sit back now
Just relax now, I'll take care of you
Hot temptations, Sweet sensations
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you

I looked at Sean, awaiting a reply to come from his rough voice that I had grown to know better than my own sister’s voice. Of course, I barely spoke to the wretch that was my blood relative. The cold was easy to be felt, but I wanted no clothing to cover my arms, for it felt nice all the same. ”Snotty? Aye. Stuck up? Aye. Worthless bag of flesh? Not at all.” I rolled my eyes at his last reply to the statement I had said, though the next part was beyond my believe. ”Were you his wife, I doubt the man would beat you unless you deserved it. And he'd be fully within his legal rights to rape you whenever he pleased.” I looked at him with disbelieve. ”If that man dare to touch me in that manner I would kill myself afterwards. I would not live with being touched by that man, married to him or not! I will not bare his children, I will not bare anyone’s child whom I do not love… My mother went through that pain, loving someone who never once cared or loved for her and I will not go through the same.”

[/color] I said in retort. The fact that Sean would dare say such a thing to me was an outrage and I would have a word with my brother to have him removed possible from my guards… I would not have anyone who dared to say such things about what Genji could do as my husband because I would not allow it to happen.

”But snotty and stuck up though he may be, he also possesses honor enough not to do that thing. The reason a few men disappear every month or so from the unit? They're wife beaters or rapists. There's never any bodies any found, so they're listed as deserters. I could try to appeal to your reason. Or your honor. But that wouldn’t work. Instead: Quit complaining. You're a bloody princess of a nation that didn't let the frigging elves destroy it. Act like a bloody princess, and grow up. Life isn't like the songs, stories, and tales. They never mention the stink of a man shitting and pissing himself as he dies, screaming for his mother, on a dusty battlefield. Your duty is to marry Genji and further cement the alliance between Itasus and Broddring. Duty is as heavy as a mounain, Princess. Your's is lighter than most. Genji bears his own duty, and you'll be becoming part of it. So cry your tears for true love. Cry them, and then dry them. At least the fellow's not dead.” My eyes held fire in them as he dared to insult me.

”How dare you insult me with that title as Princess of this land! I am not the daughter of the King, I am the daughter of his sister and I will not hold such a title nor do I want it! I am a Diplomat, I debate, I do not marry anyone to be used as a tool to form a alliance and I refuse to do so. If Nayeli wants this stupid alliance, she can marry that foreigner herself, for she is more of a Princess then I am… I will not be called a Princess, I will not be insulted you dim-witted Scotsman!”[/color] My voice was as cold as the steal he pulled to threaten the man who had brought me the dress. After the old man ran away, I turned to look at him.

”And you will not scare of Delivery men… Are you that tied up in your honor that you would kill a helpless old man? You sicken me Sean…”[/color] I said, walking away from him and towards a place under a tree to sit under. How dare he call me a princess? That was not my title and I never wanted it. I would never have it. My sister was the next in line for the crown, not me and I was not the King Daughter, nor would I have ever wanted to be. I would rather be the daughter was a drunk sailor then the princess of the King I called my Uncle.
[/blockquote][/blockquote]

Gonna take it slow babe, Do it my way
Keep your eyes on me. Your reaction
To my action is what I want to see
Rhythmic motion, Raw emotion
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you

’word count 0.704
’tagged
'comment The lyrics are Here and if you would like to listen to song, the music video is Here
’song Come on Closer--! Jem
’post status done
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[phrostphyre]

Curling his lip in distaste, Sean sighed. Of course she would know nothing of duty or sacrifice. What had she given up, for anything she had? Alright, Sean. Time to tell her exactly what duty and sacrifice mean. It would be as distasteful as the rant she had tried to shoot at him like a volley of arrows. Sean had long ago learned that when protecting rich people that had everything, their comments meant nothing.

”Title you do hold, no matter how much you wish otherwise. And while you're wishing otherwise, why don't we take a wee look at what exactly you have, in comparison to the standard peasant woman of this nation? Exactly how many dresses do you own, compared to the two everyday dresses and one good dress they own? An education? You can read, write, and the run of the library is yours. They work every day they're old enough to work, be it helping their fathers, their husbands, or their sons. How much, honest to your gods work, have you done? Have you helped raise a barn? Or planted land from sunup to sundown? How about help your man fight off an Urgal attack?

Diplomats debate, yes. Their debates end, and wars start. Soldiers finish the wars diplomats start, and then they blame us for starting them. Have you considered perhaps Nayeli is pursuing a marriage with a whole separate nation's Prince or ruler? No, of course not. Because everything should be about you! Leilani wants to be a diplomat, she learns how to debate and make treaties and does nothing else. Leilani wants to run away with her love, but her nation needs her to marry a Count. What will she do? Whine and pule and complain, like a wee bairn of three or four, crying over being scolded for staining her dress. Grow the fuck up, you little brat. Your nation needs you. Now swallow the gods damned bitter medicine, and face the facts. Your wants and needs are secendary to those of your nation. Your nation needs you, and you'll answer the damned summons. Some things greater than us are worth suffering. Your nation is one of those things. Now sacrifice personal happiness, sacrifice your time, because your nation needs them to be sacrificed. Such is your duty, because your nation says it is so.

And as for my bloody honor, ye wee brat, I only drew steel because I do everytime you're approached by anyone. Were it your frigging uncle, I would have done the same. But if I sicken you so, milady Princess, I suppose I could find a way to die fairly soon. My intelligence isn't in question, here. Your's is, along with your personal valor, sense of duty, and love of nation. Or does being human disgust you as well? Do round ears so unsuit you. Princess?” Everytime Sean said the word 'Princess', one could audibly hear the mockery and sarcasm.

[Nayeli]

’introducing
{leilani richards*}
featuring--! --! ---! ---!
Come on closer, I wanna show you
What I'd like to do, You sit back now
Just relax now, I'll take care of you
Hot temptations, Sweet sensations
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you

I watched as his eyes seemed to flare slightly. Good, I had angered him, I did not care if he as anger or sad, or pissed for that matter. I was beyond pissed. I had already made my stand on the whole thing, I would not be marrying Genji, if I had to kill myself I would. ”Title you do hold, no matter how much you wish otherwise. And while you're wishing otherwise, why don't we take a wee look at what exactly you have, in comparison to the standard peasant woman of this nation? Exactly how many dresses do you own, compared to the two everyday dresses and one good dress they own? An education? You can read, write, and the run of the library is yours. They work every day they're old enough to work, be it helping their fathers, their husbands, or their sons. How much, honest to your gods work, have you done? Have you helped raise a barn? Or planted land from sunup to sundown? How about help your man fight off an Urgal attack?” I looked at him, if he only knew how much I wished for that at time, because at least then, I would have a family who loved me. Not a sister who wanted to use me as a tool.

”Diplomats debate, yes. Their debates end, and wars start. Soldiers finish the wars diplomats start, and then they blame us for starting them. Have you considered perhaps Nayeli is pursuing a marriage with a whole separate nation's Prince or ruler? No, of course not. Because everything should be about you! Leilani wants to be a diplomat, she learns how to debate and make treaties and does nothing else. Leilani wants to run away with her love, but her nation needs her to marry a Count.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. ”What would me marrying that stuck up man do for this country, other than show the elves and dragon riders we are looking for more allies to start another war, Hmm??? You tell me that Sean? The riders took our military leader and the elves military leader to keep more war from happening, yet my sister wants to try and marry me to a man who is part of a country with another military??? That looks to me like someone is trying to start a war and I won’t have it, so you and Nayeli can stop your trying and leave me be.”

[/color] I said, interrupting him mid-sentence to say what I wanted to.

He continued right where he started off from. ”What will she do? Whine and pule and complain, like a wee bairn of three or four, crying over being scolded for staining her dress. Grow the fuck up, you little brat. Your nation needs you. Now swallow the god damned bitter medicine, and face the facts. Your wants and needs are secendary to those of your nation. Your nation needs you, and you'll answer the damned summons. Some things greater than us are worth suffering. Your nation is one of those things. Now sacrifice personal happiness, sacrifice your time, because your nation needs them to be sacrificed. Such is your duty, because your nation says it is so.” I rolled my eyes. My nation was nothing more than a mess and what it needed was someone who could fix it, not a marriage. ”And as for my bloody honor, ye wee brat, I only drew steel because I do everytime you're approached by anyone. Were it your frigging uncle, I would have done the same. But if I sicken you so, milady Princess, I suppose I could find a way to die fairly soon. My intelligence isn't in question, here. Your's is, along with your personal valor, sense of duty, and love of nation. Or does being human disgust you as well? Do round ears so unsuit you. Princess?” I looked at him with hard eyes and then lifted my chin. ”At times… Yes, the humans disgust me and the elves get my admiration. I am not a part of this nation, I am for the riders and I see exactly what they will see if I marry this man and that is a new allied with more military force… Not exactly something they will like and they will in turn fly out and find the military leader of that country and take them just as easy… Now, as I said, I am no Princess and I will not marry that stupid, vile man.”[/color] I said, turning and walking towards the castle, moving past the maids and see my brother standing before me.

”What?!”[/color] He did nothing but move out of my way and let me pass, a smile creeping on his lips before he shook his head.
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Gonna take it slow babe, Do it my way
Keep your eyes on me. Your reaction
To my action is what I want to see
Rhythmic motion, Raw emotion
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you

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Sean stopped talking. When one argued with an idiot, one always lost, because the idiot would never listen to reason, and nor would they care. They were firmly entrenched in their argument, and no amount of reason would persuade them. Nodding at Leilani's brother, Turin, Sean watched a monk walk through the garden in front of them and then disappear through an arched door. A fine example of old style architecture, the castle walls were carved with angelic beings, defending the faithful from foul other beasts. At least in this part of the castle. In other rooms, there were other depictions. All were in the common Broddring art style, which was quite different from the Hibernian style of art. Sniffing the air, which tasted of ozone and impending rain, Sean winced.

It was all too possible for the rain to turn into slush, a mixture of snow and rain, which made footing and walking treacherous. In Hibernia, that, on top of the pervasive bogs, often proved deadly to anyone, experienced warrior or youngest child. Sean had once hid in a bog during a slush. It was cold, wet, and he didn't get warm again, all the way through, for a month. It wasn't an experience he wished to repeat, nor put anyone else through.