Pack Name & Number: Kyo & 276952
Pms or Forums: prefer Forums
Topics you're interested in: medieval, slow burn, criminal organization x civilian
Activity: Attempt daily but at least on the weekend
Roleplay Example:
"Eadwynn, thig an seo mo phàiste," she heard, a young child of barely five turning to look up at an elderly man. Pale brown orbs were so open, so expressive that the elderly man smiled, a chipped tooth grin even brightening the pale brown gaze further. Little legs carried her over to the seated elderly man, pudgy little arms outstretched as she tottered back and forth a little, clearly to excited for her legs to keep up. "Bidh faiceallach," the elderly man chuckled, reaching out with his walking stick and smiling as the little girl grabbed onto it. He gently brought her closer, large calloused hands coming out to lift the girl from the ground and place her on his lap.
A small group of women sat nearby, one was kneading dough while another worked with herbs and spices and some meat and the rest chattered on like mother hens. There was one particular female, a little older than the rest, but clearly had eyes only for the young girl and elderly man. There was a smile to her keen eyes as she sat in the group but might as well have been seated alone. She stole a glance over to her left, the smile broadening as she saw a young warrior, strong and able to provide and protect, watching the exchange as well as he leaned on a proud dapple grey stallion. She was Saorise, the medicine woman of the small tribe of Celts that called the forest their home. The male she watched with the stallion was Aidan, her mate and father of the child across from them with the elderly man, as she was her mother. Knowing eyes turned from Aidan, a soft blush creeping over her cheeks as she found him watching her now, looking back to the shaman that held their child.
The young girl held onto the shaman's hand, playing with his long fingers, smiling at the soft words he spoke to her. "Aon latha ... srandaidh tu ron treubh ... agus air an treas latha, thèid co-dhùnadh a dhèanamh mun dàn agad," the shaman spoke, watching the light in the child's eyes. "Am bi mi nam ghaisgeach mar athair?!" the young girl smiled, almost gleefully holding onto the elderly man's hand.
Aidan watched on with pride, his daughter the spitting image of her mother but he could see some of himself within the girl. He also saw some of the shaman, the very one that held the girl in his lap, as the elderly man was his father, Lufha. He had been lucky to win Saorise's hand, even more so when the had found out she was with child and Lufha had seen a great future in store for the young girl. The shaman had told of a fate tied to King's and great nation's, something that had filled his heart with pride, though seeing his daughter simply enjoying herself with her grandfather and with the tribe ... He wasn't sure which was more special.
"Tha, fear beag ... tha mi a ’creidsinn aon latha gum bi yoy a’ seasamh mar ghaisgeach mòr dha na daoine agad ... le companach math is làidir ri do thaobh," Lufha whispered, smiling down at his granddaughter. Time would tell if his vision was true but he knew she say an older version of Eadwynn standing beside a strong looking male with a strange symbol on his chest while she held a young babe in her arms. It was hard to tell what tribe the male was from, his face shrouded in mystery but Lufha was sure it would be an honorable man for his granddaughter.
Translations
Eadwynn, thig an seo mo phàiste - Eadwynn, come here my child
Bidh faiceallach - Be careful
Aon latha ... srandaidh tu ron treubh ... agus air an treas latha, thèid co-dhùnadh a dhèanamh mun dàn agad - One day ... you will stand before the tribe ... and on that day, your fate will be decided
Am bi mi nam ghaisgeach mar athair? - Will I be a warrior like your father?
Tha, fear beag ... tha mi a ’creidsinn aon latha gum bi yoy a’ seasamh mar ghaisgeach mòr dha na daoine agad ... le companach math is làidir ri do thaobh - Yes, little one ... I believe one day you will stand as a great warrior for your people ... with a good and strong mate beside you
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