Poster: Yas McDonough
Post # 30
at the Thistle
It had been a fine idea to escape the manor, even for only a few hours.
The tea was delicious here, and the atmosphere a place where she could
think. Hair of black was held back by a loose french braid, with
ribbons of white to snake thru darken strands and hold the braid in
place. Silver hues were engrossed in the latest missive she
received from her friend still in Scotland, and it still brought her to
laugh how Christina had clunked her husband in the head with a pan due
to him cheating on her? Goodness, that lass had not changed.
Kid boots kept her feet warm, and were even now tapping a silent tune
upon the floor, hiding the small shape of her feet, and the black
stockings that covered them. She licked her forefinger, and
separated the papers, to continue on the last page. Slender form
shifted upon the leather, so she could cross her legs and continue
reading the missive. This movement of her body brought the
burgundy of her woolen gown to rustle, and she to enjoy the
solitude to read the missive one last time before writing back.
It was one of those March nights where the air was cold and crisp but
held the scent of spring. Snowdrops and crocuses were beginning to
bloom in the forests of the realm and the birds were singing lively
songs. Yas had been to the docks to check the latest ship and came
away disappointed again. He hadn't returned to the island, instead
making his way to the Thistle. It had been agreed that if either
of his brothers were in Heathfield, they would meet there. As he entered
and made his way to the bar, he took note of Anthea reading. Not
wanting to interrupt, he merely nodded at Alex and asked for ale.
She heard the door opening, and the soft footfalls. She turned in
her seat and viewed the man that entered with a smile. "G'evening.."
Waving to Yas before returning to her reading, and letting the man
receive his ale in peace.
"Good eve, Anthea." He nodded in her direction, thanking Alex
for the ale. A lean was taken against the bar and he glanced at
the window, smiling slightly to himself. The wind had picked
up, coming in ahead of the rain.
At least one had come to the mainland, knowing that Yaskitchi would be
seeking out the island. While the earth parted to make way for the
life that had been within it, the chilled air spoke of disappointment,
the promise of rain... a chance to wash the disappointment away and
start anew. Delsey entered the tavern, standing in the opened
doorway to look the interior over before stepping completely in and
allowing the door to close behind him.
Anthea would love a good rainfall. Thunderstorm even would please
her. She, as many others, was tired of the snow and could not wait
for the cold to vanish. She took note of another entrance, the
winds that followed the open door brought a slight shiver to course down
her spine. But she merely shook it off and turned with a smile..
"G'evening.." Friendly smile fleeting, and then reading once
He nodded once to the woman and continued on to Yaskitchi. "I do
wonder, if you were not at the docks when he arrived...would he continue
on to the island? Or would he turn board the ship again and return to
the colonies?" There was a smile in his words although his
expression didn't show one. "Some heated water would be nice, Kind
Sir." That was the request to Alex and he took a stool near where
Yas now was.
He lowered the tankard, and studied Delsey a moment before shaking his
head. "He would come to the island. Do you also think I waste my
time by waiting, Delsey?" There was no anger in his words, just a
quiet resignation. At least his people didn't think him insane as
many on the docks did.
From beneath his leather tunic he produced a small pouch and when Alex
provided the water, he pinched out some leaves and ground them between
his fingers in to the steaming liquid. "Then we would all be
wasting time, for we all must wait. I feel you burden yourself overmuch
in your form of waiting though, Brother. There is a darkness...." A
waggle of finger indicated the darkening circles under Yas' eyes from
the stress of concern and the weight of unnecessary guilt.
"that has settled. That is all...and you must do as you feel the
need to do. I was just wondering on Patwin." Of course it wasn't
only that, and Yas would know that Delsey had concerns for the twin who
spent his days and sometimes nights wandering the docks in search of a
man who would return when it was his time to return and if it was his
destiny to step back on the shores of Heathfield at all.
Lifting up slightly, she eased her legs to fold under her form, resting
comfortable. She let the brother's alone, enjoying the letter and then
the flames when the missive was read. Tea had been consumed and enjoyed
Snow was drifting which was a disappointment after the tease of spring
for a few days, "hush now, go away," as if she had to power to
send winter running to next year. A basket was tucked over her arm and
anyone that knew her, could guess what was in it especially after
getting a whiff if they got close enough. She was quick, nimble of limb
and feet to cross the street and hurry up the steps to the porch, only
coming to pause a moment with a caught breath at the door. Hand coming
to rest on the latch before pushing her way through in a sweep. One that
had her around just as quick to see it shut then back again. "Good
evening," eyeing Yas especially as she was over to set the basket,
not feeling she needed to say a word in questioning if he'd eaten.
He took a drink before answering, a slight frown appearing. "The
darkness isn't just there, Delsey. I have tried to stay away, even when
Mat was gone, but I go back. I sent him back to stop what was happening.
I didn't stop Mat ... " He paused as Kuwan came in. "Nor can I
explain why I can't stay away except for the vow I made."
Voice lowered until Kuwan came closer and he smiled at her. "You
brought rabbit pies."
Delsey glanced to the door, hard features softening, even before the
entrance was breached. But he looked back to Yas as it opened because of
Another entrance, and again Anthea leaned to her side to view the newest
arrival. The familiar face brought a smile to the Greek's lips, and a
wave to the woman. "G'evening, Kuwan.." Spoken softly.
With the arrival of kinswoman and pies, Delsey spoke no more of Yas'
obsession, his misguided guilt, choices made by many that he took full
responsibility for. As any true leader of men would do. "Anthea."
He remembered her name because of the meaning shared with them.
"Have you tasted Kuwan's rabbit pies? I'm sure she has plenty for
you to enjoy one or even two, knowing Kuwan."
"Good evening Anthea, it is good to see you again." Smile
softened and remained as eyes met those of Delsey first then Yas.
"It is so, so you will eat." Giving him a wink but realized
they were in a serious conversation or so she began to feel. The light
cloak was removed before she flipped open one of the sides of the basket
in invitation to them both and Anthea if she'd like one too.
She was happy to see Kuwan smile. The native was kind, and that reached
well beyond her soul.. it touched everyone's heart. "I have eaten
some of her pies yes, and must say I loved them so much I was called a
pig by one." Missive was placed aside, and she to rise in the
silent offer from her friend.
That conversation was over. For now. And if Delsey voiced his opinion
about Yas being a leader, he'd deny it as he had before. "If the
basket wasn't full, we would worry on Kuwan." He teased her lightly
before he was helping himself. "Have you gotten lost yet, Delsey?"
Knowing full well that was unlikely.
"I wander lost at all times." Delsey's tone hinted at
amusement, at humor and he leaned to collect a pie for himself. "I
would imagine even pigs would enjoy these pies, they are smart creatures
after all." Delsey wouldn't get the reference, wouldn't understand
the comparison, but he could appreciate the fact that Anthea must be
considered smart as a pig for knowing Kuwan's pies were delicious.
"These are very good, Kuwan.. " Softly spoken with a grin. She
had not eaten today, so the pies had come just in time, and tasted very
good. "I didn't.. " She shook her head and did not explain
further, she would not wish to insult him if he liked pigs? "Yes,
very good.." With a kiss to Kuwan's cheek, she finished the pie
delicately. "Oh Kuwan, I am pleased you bring them here.. I might
have to move closer to you to have them each day." Warm smile.
She took another one out to hand over to Anthea and the men could
get what ones they wanted and as much as she had in there which was a
good dozen. "I am pleased you like them too, Anthea."
"I did too when we first came here in many ways. There was usually
someone to point me in the right direction though I think it's easier to
find the way to the island." He finished one pie and reached for
another. "And I can work at the docks if I wish." He smirked
as he continued. "I help the dock masters keep order." It
still amazed him how many fights broke up before he got there. Did he
look that angry?
"I think we should do a pig roast as spring is coming. Dig a pit
and roast it under leaves for most of the day, until evening." It
was a thought and perhaps get everyone out to socialize. A community
thing. "I wish Kali would come with me here," not adding to
keep her mind off of other things that surely plagued her when alone.
It was not in finding his way about the lay of the land where he
remained lost, but in finding his way...in general. He appreciated Yas'
confession though, nodding off in understanding as he took a bite of
pie. Even that one bite flooded him with memories of days spent at the
rivers and creeks, racing across fields ... the way it had been, the way
it would be again.
"I would love that Kuwan, as well as helping you if you so
wished?" She had been to one pig roast in her life, and it had been
a wonderful day. She smiled softly, with one last pie taken, leaving the
rest for the men. "Thank you, Kuwan.. they were delicious."
She leaned in and hugged Kuwan tenderly. "Thank you again, my
friend." She did not wish to interrupt if they needed to talk.
"She is comfortable where she is, Kuwan. We will all find our
place, hers for now is on the island." It was how she passed her
Yas meant the same about wandering though he pretended not to. His
mood would lift some with the coming of spring. He glanced at Kuwan,
keeping quiet while he worked on finishing the second pie. "Have
either of you seen Mat today?" He had expected his twin to appear,
but knew Mat would in his own time. Anthea need not worry about
interrupting. She would more than likely hear them all speak on
different things and still know what the other said. "The newcomers
will be leaving here tomorrow morning. One was not well, so none of them
would leave." He understood their reluctance, a new place, a new
start and a new tribe. And should Patwin not return, if was
possible Yas would go in time and search for the truth, even if it
"He was at the camp helping one build a new wigwam," glancing
between the two before taking one of the pies to enjoy.
She smiled warmly, knowing Yas was speaking to the other two. She stood
near Kuwan, finishing off the pie without another word to be spoken.
A fleeting smile was granted to Kuwan for the food, and then warm were
her words for Alex, wishing a cloth to wipe her fingers.
"That was the last I saw him as well." But that had been
earlier evening, two, three hours ago. Delsey brought his brewed herb up
to drink, listening a moment as he sipped, then lowered the cup back to
the counter. "Then you have spoken with them, Yas?" Regardless
of what the man believed, Yaskitchi's energy thrummed with that of a
leader. The newcomers would be drawn to it, and appreciate any visits or
words from the man.
"I have, knowing all too well what it is like to be in a new place,
surrounded by those not of your own people." He didn't bother to
suppress the grin. "Though I admit, I was more ... resentful then
anything else." Angry, maybe a touch spiteful. And yes, he would
deny it over and over until someone believed him!
Hearing Yas speak brought her to smile at her own silent thoughts. It
had been strange when she first arrived, but she would thank God each
day for bringing her to these lands.
It wouldn't be tonight and it wouldn't be Delsey, so Yas had better just
keep denying it. "It is, I'm afraid, something we all are at one
time or another." He slid his gaze to Anthea, even this woman could
And she did, only too well. Being a new comer to a strange land, as well
as gaining a family she never knew. But all have their stories, and they
live past them to survive and to enjoy. Anthea handed Alex the cloth
back with a whispered welcome, as well was Delsey offered a warm smile
before finding a stool to sit upon. Strange, she had not been here much,
at the bar.. it was nice.
"So, we all spent our day at something or another." He
chuckled and turned eyes of midnight blue on Anthea. "Except
perhaps for you. How do you pass your days, Anthea?" Women, even
those of his own tribe, were a mystery to him. He glanced at Kuwan
and offered a wink. The pies, as always were excellent.
Yas about scared her to jump. "Yes?" She turned with a smile
to Yas letting her mind clear to grasp the question he had asked.
"I work on the gardens at my home. Middle of months, I work on the
paper.. " She thought for a moment, tapping the tip of manicured
nails on the surface of the bar.."Oh, and coming here when I can
escape the insanity that is my family" Twitch of a grin. "And
you Yas? All of you? What do you do to pass the day?" Curious.
She didn't speak as she ate but watched those here each in turn.
Thoughts certainly associated with each glance but hard to read dark
eyes on what they might be.
Delsey was drinking as the question was asked, so he allowed that time
for his brother and sister to speak of their days.
It was so quiet, even the creaking of the stool, while she swung her
legs, could be heard perfectly.
"I .... haunt the docks." He answered with some humor though
it was true. "And sometimes I visit my McDonough family." Or
try to comfort newcomers. He cut a glance toward Kuwan who was being
very quiet again. Then his gaze turned toward the window and he
noticed the promise of rain had turned into snow.
Such was the month of March, even in the lands they had left behind.
Haunt the docks? She would not inquire on that.. "Docks can be
nice.. " And she had met one McDonough, well a couple, and thought
they all were sweet people. "You are kind to do such, Yas.."
She noticed when he looked away, which brought her to smile and
silently ask Alex for some water.
And I will visit the island more." Lower, as if an aside for his
brother and sister. He didn't need to say more but he looked at Anthea
and laughed. "They are family, after all."
"And I still seek to find my place in this new land, Anthea."
Both their words came to the tiny Greek, and she to smile in response.
"Whether they were family or not, Yas..." Like his brother,
there was some humor to his tone but it also was true. Yaskitchi was a
good man, a brave man and Delsey doubted not that if ever anyone needed,
this man born to lead, would be there.
She waited to answer, "I hunt and make rabbit pies. I sew and do
bead work. Wash and help the older women of the clan." Taking the
time to meticulously clean off her hands of any grease while she spoke.
"I have never hunted, but do cook. Of course to make items of
clothing like you.. " She shook her head with a wink.. "It is
art you create, it would be a mess I would create."
Delsey would find his place, of that Yas had no doubt. He finished the
ale and nodded when Alex inquired if he wanted another. "And you
visit when you can," he reminded Kuwan before he looked at Delsey.
"We will go hunting, and I will show you more of the land. Maybe we
can pull Mat away from the island as well." He would take
Delsey to meet his Heathfield family as well.
There was a belated look slipped upon Yas for his statement about
haunting the docks. Settled there a moment then shifted to Delsey being
she had not really gotten to talk to him since his return. "What do
you plan to do now that you are here?" Had he chosen one of the
wigwams that were not occupied yet she wondered.
She left the words for them to speak, enjoying the water for now and
debating whether to return home or not.
"There is no maybe, if we pull him away, he can not fight us
both." Not the faintest hint of a joke there, but even when Delsey
was joking, sometimes it was hard to tell. Yas would know though.
"I have no plans...I could join Yas at the docks or...I could join
you, Kuwan. Or...I could join Anthea with her ... paper." Whatever
that was! But it was a ritual the woman participated in the middle of
every month. He could only hope such a ritual had nothing to do with ...
well ... you know ... considering.
Oh, no, Anthea wasn't going to sit there without speaking. "How
insane is your family?"