Poster: Concessa Quinn
Post # 4
It was late but Concessa was antsy, leaving the stable manor to wander.
She wasn't one to wander far at night and certainly not down towards the
port. It was two fold this night, worry on her brothers as none of them
had heard from the three of them. It had been a couple months, certainly
if Eion was fine, Segan and Conor would have returned from England,
gotten to Eire and found their way here. There was also the anxiety, now
that the deed was done, of signing up to joust. She would need to find
one to help her with some pointers. Real soon! So the leg was
swinging under the light material of coral trimmed in white lace. Hair
windblown at this point with many tendrils escaping the prior
confinement in wild abandon. Much the same look in dark eyes as she
toyed with her drink, sips of the potcheen punch in peach flavoring.
David had settled into something of a routine since he had taken the
position of Barrister. The work wasn't overwhelming but he was more than
certain now that he needed help. He nearly had his office the way he
liked it but there was a truth he had come to recognize. Though he was
fairly organized, he needed help! As he made his way up to the tavern,
he was lost in thought. He'd have to do something about that soon but he
couldn't remember the first name of his latest client and he knew he had
it written down. He patted his pockets as he headed inside, muttering to
A dipping glance of dark eyes shifted in the mumbling man's direction.
There was something familiar about him but she knew she had not met the
man. He was probably one of the lordships of the lands as she easily
slipped from her stool and into a quick curtsy, helped to expend some of
that excess energy. "Good evening Sir, welcome to the Thistle. Alex
is a wonderful tender and will see to anything you need." Her smile
quick and a touch quirky for how professional she sounded or so she
thought, more like hoped.
He blinked and looked up then smiled sheepishly at the pretty lass he
hadn't noticed. Good thing none of his cousins were around or they'd
likely give him a hard time about that. Though ... she did look
familiar. "Evening, Miss and thank you. I've met Alex. I'm David
Frasier." He put his hand over his heart and gave a half bow of
respect in her direction. "I'm sorry for being so preoccupied and
not noticing you when I came in."
She gave a graceful flick of her hand, smile winsome in spite of her
words, "do not worried, I'm usually overlooked. It is not your
fault." In her mind, unless she spoke up, she was passed over, not
even seen. But, she had learned to speak up in the least. By the time
her comment was out, eyes got wider. "David Frasier, the new
barrister David Frasier? The man Maurice said to find and speak with on
a job you might have that I could be trained for?" Her cheeks
taking on a blush as she realized this man could one day be her boss.
"I was hoping to meet up with you soon. No one had seen you about
in a few days but suspected you were settling in, getting your business
organized." Had she said too much? Well, if that were to be the
case then she best find another job better suited to her personality.
He was waiting to get a word in, chuckling as he listened. "Well,
you shouldn't be overlooked. I'm guessing that you're Concessa Quinn.
And yes, I'm the new barrister David Frasier." He offered his hand.
"Depends if you want to learn to be a law clerk/receptionist though
if business grows as Maurice thinks, we may need one clerk and one
receptionist. And yes, I've been at the manor house that came with the
position, setting up my office and such." He waved his hand.
"All the usual things that come with moving in."
Taking a step or three from her stool, she grasped his hand in a strong
shake for a lass. Quick too before stepping back. "Please forgive
my blunder, yes, I'm Concessa Quinn." A laugh slipping out that she
had totally forgotten to give her name. "I use to keep my father's
papers in order when he was alive. Not all that long ago," trying
to keep the hurt and pain that still lingered there from showing in her
eyes and from her voice. "He felt I did a good job of it."
Being she was the youngest and not set out into the world like the
others, Jaxon had easily convinced her to help him out, well, she wanted
to for a few reasons. Love the main one and the fact she finally made a
place for herself in the family, useful kind and not the kid sister that
was overlooked most of the time.
"Well, what you'll also be doing is some research for me as well as
keeping things in order. You'll be studying the laws we'll be working
on, keeping my briefs and papers ready for me during trials and all the
day to day stuff that I'm likely to forget. If your handwriting is
better than mine, I may have you rewrite some things for me." He
had released her hand and stepped back, watching her as he spoke.
"Studying, researching, writing, keeping briefs, trials and so
forth sounds busy. When can I start? You can put me on trial basis to
see if this suits me. I need to be busy. You do not mind a secretary
..slash... cleric, receptionist, who is also going to joust in the
upcoming tournament at the Moors? Allies of ours." There was a long
pause before speaking up, as she spoke freely. Something she owed to her
Da too, self worth and to be yourself. "Though she has no clue to
jousting but intends to learn enough not to get killed by this coming
A brow lifted with her confession but he laughed. "Well, I must say
you're braver than I am. I have to admit though, I don't know much about
jousting myself. And it doesn't bother me at all. When do you start? And
what made you decide to try it?" He was quite intrigued to be
"I start tomorrow, though I haven't heard back if my submission to
enter was accepted. I have spent the past few days watching and getting
pointers from the ones practicing behind the spar hall. They even helped
me to find a suit of armor that would fit. I need to get a horse to
ride, the kind good in a joust." She took a quick drink, giving her
a moment to think on the why of why she entered. "I never saw
jousting before the last two months I attended the event at an allied
castle. There were many women that joust as well and I decided if they
could do it, I sure could at least try and see if I could as well.
Besides, my brothers are not here yet to lock me up in a tower."
Which had her eyes growing wider for when they did arrive and found
He nodded as he listened, thinking about the horse. "Maybe Rory
McDonough would have a horse you could use. I was referred to him."
The glass hovered before his lips before he lowered it without taking a
drink. "Your ... brothers?" Maybe they'd be unhappy that he
offered her a job.
She gave a curt distracted nod, her mind off on approaching Rory for a
horse. "He lives up from the lake if I remember correctly."
Then back to the comment. "I have three brothers, one was missing
so the other two were sent to find him, just before my father died. This
I found out when I arrived back home and followed my sister Melantha
"They may very well lock you up, but I don't think the manor has a
tower though?" He was teasing, even as he understood her worry.
"And I'm sorry to hear about your father. You may be surprised
though and find they're not upset with you at all."
Patrick was tired but not in the mood to find sleep yet. So he saddled
up a horse and rode into Heathfield, mainly the Thistle. Dismounting as
he noticed it wasn't raining here like it was in Ballicastle presently
or where the tracks were.
"You will have to come rescue me so I can work!" Chin tipped
up while dark eyes were still a bit round as if she could actually
believe him. Possibly she was teasing right back, though the part
on her father changed her expression to solemn, glance dipping away with
a soft intake of breath. "Thank you," sounded small and far
away but sincere. Though the last heartened her, "maybe they will
see that I'm not a baby anymore."
"I'll be your knight in shining armor... though one who can't
joust." He laughed then his expression became solemn again.
"You're welcome. And it's possible. Has it been a while since
you've seen them? Or at least the eldest one?"
He eased through the open door but stood there just within quietly
observing. So David was having a conversation with the lovely young
Concessa. Not that David was that much older or so he figured. A glance
to Alex had a nod shared as he set out a glass of potcheen, leaving the
bottle. Not wishing to interrupt them, he headed directly over to claim
his drink, kick it back and fill it again.
"So you have never jousted?" Distracted as another entered and
a smile swept in recognition. "Good evening Patrick." Then
back to David, "I accept your honor in being my knight if and when
needed." Which they certainly had gotten far from the original
topic. She found him easy to talk with and fun with just the right
amount of teasing.
"Good to see you again, Patrick." He grinned at his cousin who
it seemed knew Concessa, so he wouldn't have to introduce them.
"No. My mother was more concerned with my education. Have you ever
jousted Patrick?" A grin was given to Concessa for her answer and
he bowed his head to her.
"I have jousted, but not in some time. Learned it when I learned to
fight." Giving a cordial nod in Concessa's direction. "It is
good to see you again Concessa. David, I meant to ask if you needed any
help in setting up office?" He had time after the monthly races were
done before preparing for the next, being they ran them only once a
month. So far.
"Thank you, Patrick. I could use some help, yes. I'll be getting
some bigger pieces of furniture that had been part of what Father gave
me." He had inherited some but was pleased that their father left
most to Brogan. He felt it was only right and fair. "Concessa
will be coming to work for me after the jousts this week."
"If there is anything you need, I'm sure we can get what is
needed." He raised his glass to toast them both.
"Congratulations to both of you. I'm sure Concessa will make a good
addition to your business. Secretary?" Assuming and why it came off
as a question.
Her smile brightened and she took a drink of her punch to support the
toast. She didn't say much, considering how she had been spilling off at
the mouth before Patrick's arrival. "Thank you."
"More like a clerk/receptionist though if we get busy enough, we'll
get someone else for receptionist." Letting her know that she would
be his clerk first.
She didn't mind what the title of her job was or what exactly she would
be doing in that she was willing to do all that was needed of her. She
had a lot of energy to expend and working would work out grand for her.
Get her out of Melantha's hair and something of her own. "I think I
will stay here the night than heading up to the manor by myself. When do
you wish me to start or.." considering the conversation,
"leave me a note when you are ready? I can help as well if needed
in setting up?"
"Why don't we see what condition you're in Friday morning. If you
feel up to it, you can come to the manor and help me put books away.
That will give you some idea where things are."
"I need to head down to the docks, I'll catch up with you tomorrow,
David." They could discuss more when he wasn't as tired as he was
becoming. Finishing off his drink with a few words with Alex then
heading out with a wave to the two, "good night to you both!"
Ducking back out into the night, the sound of hooves would be heard
"Good night, Patrick. " A quick wave given before the man was
out. Tomorrow would be good! And he had supply of potcheen at the house
so he'd be ready for guests.
"That is a good plan." Giving a wave in Patrick's direction,
"good night to you as well!" Called out before he got away
then back to David. "I enjoyed meeting you and to be working for
you. I will come directly to the manor soon as possible." Provided
she was not hurting after the joust circuit, she would be there directly
to learn all that was needed and more. Her drink finished off, she
procured a key to a room here for the night. "Now it is my turn to
bid you a good night and to see you soon, David."
"I'll be keeping an ear out to see how you do, Concessa."
Maybe he'd even watch, though he wouldn't let her see him until after.
"If I don't speak to you before, good luck tomorrow." He
finished his drink quickly. Hopefully there'd be no more rain until he
reached the manor.
"Thank you," having him receive the brilliance of her smile
before she was dashing off to the hall and the stairwell that led up to
He waited until she was gone before carrying his glass over to the bar
for Alex. Biding the tender good night, he headed on out himself. Bed