Poster: Peter O'Neill
Post # 6
Peter was sure to take the shadier route most of the way as the sand was
becoming very hot anyway. If on the sand you had to wear sandals or walk
in the wake of the water. The palms swayed in the breeze and that breeze
was picking up some, "I think we're going to get a storm,"
more mussed as he looked out over the horizon. They usually got a
downpour in the late afternoon that lasted ten to fifteen minutes.
Enough time to soak everything then gone, leaving all fresh and anew. It
also helped to ease the heat somewhat too. It wasn't long before they
were upon Pearl village, obviously for the occupation and means of
livelihood. Many fished as well or gathered fruit to be sold. It was to
the jewelry shop he took her first. "Have a look around while I
speak with Handu." The chief of this village.
Henna looked over her shoulder when Peter spoke of a storm. The air
smelled wonderful though, even more then before. She nodded then smiled
up at him. "I would imagine the rains are warm though, most of the
time?" A statement and question together. He knew the right place
to take her too. What woman could resist 'looking' around in a jewelry
shop. "All right," and that's exactly what she did. The
jewelry there was drool-worthy. There were pearls of all sizes, and
colors as well as precious stones. The settings varied from gold to
silver, delicate to bold but the pearls were what caught her attention.
She had always loved that gem and there were so many to pick. She found
a pair of drop earrings that were perfect against her skin and hair, and
which would go perfect with the pearl she had 'found'. And there was
another that would be perfect for Lah. Peter might have a little trouble
getting her to leave without a promise to return.
She would hear him chuckle behind her as he was back and she caught up
in exploring. "We shall come back but it draws close to midday
closing time." There was going to be fresh lobster, cooked, waiting
for them back at the bungalow. What he called a bungalow was more a
small estate that was also well protected. Guards more unseen to give
him the illusion of privacy. They had some privacy when closed behind
bedroom doors. The Help, although appearing as staff were mostly trained
guards. Including a number of the women. He offered his arm as he had a
buggy waiting for them outside. They had done quite a bit of walking
already and there was a place to store what they had gotten already.
"Will you save these for me?" She asked the girl who was
helping her... she just couldn't help it. But she hadn't decided for
certain. Giving Peter a sheepish smile, she nodded. "I am getting
hungry." Not that he had mentioned food, but she felt the first
pangs sneaking up. The buggy was appreciated though her sandals were
comfortable. It had been a busy morning and there was still the rest of
the day to come. "I am having a wonderful time, Peter."
The woman looked up from her to see the king, there was a quick
agreement being Peter had not come in at first and now seeing who she
was and with. Peter gave a slight dip of his head as the woman gave a
quick curtsey. He then escorted Henna out to the buggy to see her within
before he was in next to her. He had a driver so he could enjoy the
ride. "I think you will enjoy what is awaiting us," sounding
slightly mysterious like there was more. Hard to tell. "I am
pleased that you are having a wonderful time." And the smile that
followed prove his words. "Perhaps tomorrow we can go horseback
riding into the mountains." At least as far as it had been explored
for there was a trail. Many trails were not taken far, however.
"Would you like that?" The ride back would go far faster than
it had taken them by walking.
"Now you have me wondering what's next." She laughed as she
settled in beside him. She nodded eagerly at his question. "I would
like that very much. I want to see as much as possible, though I'm sure
I'll see more next time I come." She smiled again as she watched
the scenery a moment. "Your people are very content, Peter and
everything is so beautiful. How could I not enjoy myself, and the
company I keep?"
"When do you need to be back?" He had already taken her from
family and friends at home for a couple weeks. Once arrived he thanked
the driver.. even if it was his buggy and the driver's duty. He saw
Henna within and she'd find it cooler than outside for the fans he had
installed. A pulley system much like Alex had in the Thistle. She would
smell the aroma of seafood Newburg, bottle of wine and the table set.
Obviously there was a staff here that came when needed and disappeared
otherwise. Her packages were brought in and left upon a bench just
inside the door.
"As long as there's no trouble at home and the orphanage is running
smoothly, I can stay as long as I wish. Though I should go back before
we're too far into spring." She smiled at the driver, once again
taking in the bungalow and its surroundings. When they stepped inside,
she sniffed the air. "Oh, that smells heavenly." Luckily for
her, she could eat well and still stay slim!
He saw to her chair as it would not do to have the food waiting. Nor
their appetite. They could hear rumbling off in the distance and the
wind had picked up more. Still the sun was out, the birds singing, or
making noises as the tropics had a variety of sounds. One of those
sounds was coming from the adjacent room.
"Thank you, sir," Henna laughed as she sat with Peter's help
and then glanced toward the window. She didn't mind thunder or lightning
but the food was her main focus for the moment. Of course, she was
curious about the sounds so close but that would just have to wait until
they finished their meal.
He poured her wine as well his before giving thanks and digging in. No
time like the present and they didn't need to wait on protocol here. The
conversation would be light and airy, much like pluming fine sheers at
the windows. "Do you have any special plans about your future,
Henna?" Asking while enjoying the meal that also consisted of a
variety of juicy fruits that help to keep one hydrated.
And again, the food was delicious but she hadn't expected it to be
otherwise. She paused when he asked the question, then chuckled.
"Well, obviously, I'm hoping to continue working with children,
though someday, I'd like to have my own. Each of the realms have
orphanages of course, but there are still those who slip through the
cracks." She looked thoughtful. "Beyond that, we'll have to
see." She picked out a bit of melon and bit into it. "Nothing
special I don't believe."
"It seems a good goal to me." He seemed pleased but as he was
about to continue the conversation the squawking became more frantic
from the other room as the wind got strong before the rain came pouring
in through the windows left open. The onslaught was not a mild rainfall
per usual. Peter was up to close them as quickly as he could.
She was about to answer when the poor bird in the other room became so
frantic. "Can I help with the windows?" That was the first
thing she asked, and then she was over to the doorway to peek inside the
room. If the parrot was scared, she might frighten it more and she
didn't want to do that. But if there windows to be closed there, she'd
see to that task first.
"He is yours.." as he'd been delivered while they were gone.
"Yes," barely out as he was getting soaked closing the next
window. The clouds rolling in off the ocean suffocated the light as
darkness fell near as night. Once he had the windows closed in the
anteroom, he proceeded to light some candles to give off a soft glow of
light and calm the bird. He was mostly red with blues and greens, very
colorful as he squawked out.. Monsters.. holding onto the branch upon
which he sat and flapped his wings while puffing out his chest.
"Mine?" She paused for a moment, then squeaked out a laugh as
she too, was soaked. She pulled her gown away from her skin, then looked
at the beautiful bird. "Is he tamed? He seems afraid of us."
She moved a little closer, speaking in a soft voice. "It's alright,
it's only a storm. Shhhh." She knew not to move too quickly or be
too loud, especially when the poor thing was frightened. She had placed
the melon down when she headed for the windows but now she picked it up
again, offering it to the parrot.
"Aye, hand fed and tame but young enough not set in his ways. I'm
told he doesn't bite but may nibble hair if sitting on your shoulder. He
knows some words and I think he was trying to warn us this storm was
brewing fast and not of the ordinary that comes around this time."
By the looks of it, it seemed they would be stranded to the bungalow for
the night. Or get soaked if they attempted getting back to the castle.
The parrot took the melon piece and seemed to calm now that the storm
hit full force. So far there was not a lot of lightning.
"I think I'll call him Carran." The Elvish word for red seemed
to suit. She watched him eat then reached out to stroke his feathers.
"Such a brave boy. It seems we'll be visiting here for a bit so
you'll have our company." She laughed as he eyed her while he ate
that melon and accepted her. Dark eyes moved to Peter. "Shall we
finish our meal?" She had been nearly finished when the storm moved
in. And if they had to stay, she couldn't think of a better place, so
long as the waves remained where they should be. It felt safe here.
They were up far enough from the shore to see them through most storms,
bad ones even, although not a tropical cyclone. "In a few.."
as he had come up behind her, off to one side. "Shall we enjoy the
sight of it from the full length windows and the angry sea beyond for
the rains stealing its sun?" There was a lot of energy in the winds
that had palms bent over as if they would break, as if bowing down to
the greater power. Which she would see if she stood with him at the
window. Standing behind her with his hands curled over the curve of her
shoulders. Strong hands. Calloused. Ones that saw work instead of being
pampered. He was a Warrior King.
She smiled and turned her head slightly to look up at him. "Yes,
let's." Of course she wanted to see; who would not? She watched
with awe at the strength of the wind and the way the palms moved and
bowed. They had their own strength though it was not as strong as the
wind. She watched petals dance in the wind and fly away, the rain hit
the ground and sand and as always when faced with the power of nature,
was awed by it. And she was very aware of the one standing behind her,
King, Warrior, and Man.
The ocean waves were wild and high that crashed along the shore they had
walked hours ago. "There will be many more shells left after the
storm," more mussed close to her ear as they stood there mostly in
silence. Hands had a way of gently caressing, "how long have we
know each other now in our busy lives?" Was it nearing two decades?
It was more than one.
Peter had a soothing touch, and voice. She had no fear at all.
"Then I'll have to be sure to collect them.." Again, something
to look forward to. "A long time." She wasn't sure how many
years. It seemed that Peter had been a friend to her family forever
though she knew that wasn't so.
"Yes. Neither of us are young even if we are not old." Which
there was a pause here as she could feel the gentle caress of his breath
against the side of her neck. "Marry me Henna. A year's time to be
certain but with all the proper intentions," and he may well hold
his breath here until her answer.
She was about to give a silly answer about a woman's age or something
but that was lost with what he said next. She turned slowly to look up
at him, searching his face. Finally, she smiled. "I'll marry you,
in a year's time." She knew things could change but she didn't
believe they would change in that way. She forgot the storm, didn't hear
the rain, her heart was singing with her answer.
It was what he needed to hear, sienna hue eyes meeting her darker ones
as she turned into his arms. The storm nor food was on his mind at this
point. Besides, they would be on seconds by the time the storm hit. He
drew her up, eyes still searching but the smile that followed was like a
beam at the end of a dark tunnel. He didn't think the attraction would
change but only grow between them. After that search he was sealing it
with a kiss like she had never been kissed before nor had he kissed
anyone else like this before. Dessert? If she was willing, they would be
spending a very long night in each others arms while the rain poured
down outside and the wind whipped around the bungalow. There would be a
far greater force climaxing inside.