Poster: Lorcan O'Comhnaill
Post # 1
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"The falcons are truly breathtaking to watch...to be able to drop
like a rock from the sky and then control it with such grace. Few things
can compare to watching that." She opened her mouth to speak
further and then stopped herself as she remembered something. She merely
smiled to Alex as he set a mug of hot tea before her.
"Well, I'm not certain as to how Miss MacKay plans on exhibiting
the raptors, but I trust that she'll manage something suitable," he
responded. "She seems rather bright, and most eager to get
The Sea Wolf had ported as Lorcan was on a mission this evening. Planing
to spend some time in these lands he had visited a couple times before.
He took his time looking over the port before heading for the Thistle
where he knew he could get a room and as he was told, the food
excellent. No cost either but that was no problem for him either way.
Wide brim hat worn with the signs of sea spray as well the slicker over
a poet's shirt of wheat and brown pants. Taking the steps in a bound of
two he was across the porch making his way within. Bronze eyes naturally
scrutinized those present with a cordial expression.
"Evening," tracing a glance between the two politely before
the bar was reached and his choices made known. He'd have the house
"Do you think she'll have exhibitions? Educational showings of any
sort?" Morgan would be most interested in attending those if only
to fulfill her own curiosity.
"We've only met the one time, and haven't had the opportunity to
discuss what kind of plans and ideas that she has for exhibiting the
animals that will be under her charge, but I'll be sure to ask her about
those things when next I see her," Calum replied to Morgan, and
then a cordial nod and greeting were offered to the gentleman that had
entered the Thistle, and had come to join them at the bar. "Good
evening to you, as well."
Turning slightly, she offered a polite smile and a wave of greeting to
the unfamiliar face. "Hello, how are you?"
The politeness of those here had a smile to tuck with in the sparse
beard. "I'm am well, thank you for asking." Then addressing
them both as he turned into a lean, glass in hand to face them.
"Lorcan O'Domhnaill's the name, recently arrived to these
lands." Removing his hat with his free hand to set aside on the
bar. He debated putting it on the seat of a stool but had made that
mistake before and took some time to get it back into shape instead of
the crushed look.
Lifting her mug of tea to him, she replied, "You are most welcome,
Lorcan. I am Morgan and this is Calum. We are both quite recent in these
lands as well."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. O'Domhnaill," Calum
responded. "I am Calum Creighton, also recently arrived to
Heathfield, and this is Miss Morgan Murray, a local merchant."
"A pleasure to meet you both, Morgan, Calum. Are you content then
in your stay here?" He had reasons for asking and who better than
those recently arrived to add to those a while here.
"Satisfied enough to have signed citizenship papers," he
replied with a small, cordial smile.
Adam made his way up the steps and into the Thistle, humming under his
breath. The day had been long, but rewarding, and now it was time for a
little relaxing. "Evening, folks." He nodded toward the three
there, giving them an easy smile.
"Yes, I would say that I am quite content with Heathfield. Are you
considering settling here, yourself?" Her gaze traveled to the door
once more and she repeated her smile and wave in greeting to the
stranger. "Good evening."
"Aye, indeed I am. Something which I have talked over with my
partners." Quite involved and good reasons for such a
consideration, if workable for all and accepted. "I was given the
names of the portmasters, Adam Callihan and Adrian Frasier to speak
with. Would you happen to know either?" When he went to check both
were out and their assistants in their place. He would wait until he
could speak directly with either although both had been very helpful.
This seemed to be a night for renewing recent acquaintances, and making
new ones. "Good evening to you," Calum offered amiably to
Adam. "I am Calum Creighton, the charming young lady is Miss Morgan
Murray. This gentleman is Mr. Lorcan O'Domhnaill."
"Evening," realizing another came in and so was politely
greeted. Glass still in hand untouched until now. He was pleasantly
surprised with the smooth burn and shot a look Alex's way with an
Hearing his name, he turned to face the others. "Pleased to meet
you all. I'm Adam Callihan." He chuckled as he picked up the glass
waiting for him. "One of the very men you're to meet with,
At that moment, Alex delivered the bowl of stew that Calum had ordered,
along with a glass of water. "I hope that you don't mind," he
said quietly aside to Morgan. "I would not ordinarily eat in front
of a lady without inviting her to join me, but I haven't had a thing to
eat all day."
Arching a brow, her lips twitched with a repressed smile. Oh, if Aislinn
were here, she would have something to say about the extent of Morgan's
charm. She raised her mug once more and decided that new introductions
required potcheen, not tea. She finished the herbal brew with a quick
swig and slid it towards Alex with a wink. "Something a bit
stronger, please." "Oh, please Calum, eat if you are hungry.
There is never a need to rest on formality with me." She gave an
easy smile to him.
He had eased into a lean but was right back up as he set his glass aside
and took the few measured steps in distance to offer his hand to Adam.
"That was quick, well met Adam, if I may be on first name
"First names are fine with me." He took Lorcan's hand in a
firm grip, giving a nod. "It was one of those happy
coincidences." After releasing, he leaned back against the bar.
"What can I do for you?" He looked at Calum and Morgan, his
grin growing. "And it's nice to meet the two of you as well."
"Thank you." The small, warm grin accompanied his thanks, and
then he began to stir the contents of the bowl with a spoon, allowing
the stew to cool a bit before digging in. Caught just as he took that
first spoonful of stew into his mouth, Calum's features suffused
slightly with color. A sheepish grin formed around the spoon, and a
polite nod was given to Adam.
"I and a few others with me have decided that Reefers Bay is not
the place to stay to do business." He didn't need to go into detail
but rather the overall. "We have acquired an island that we
renovated, rebuilt, called Devil's Fork. We're in the process of
deciding on another name. It's somewhat secluded to depend on port
trading there alone. We don't have enough ships but more the time. We
have known about these lands here for a while and if we became a part,
citizens, we could either sell goods through someone here already set up
or if none are setup, then set up such a place." That had not been
worked out in particulars but first steps should be taken.
She offered a wink to Adam as she let that first swig of potcheen swirl
through her mouth and warm her from the inside out. Sighing softly, she
settled her chin in her hand, listening idly to the chit chat between
Lorcan & Adam.
He winked back before his attention was fully on Lorcan. "There's
Bovee's shipping, Benzaiten Imports to name two." He rubbed his
chin thoughtfully. "I take it you have everything worked out as far
as what you want to do?"
"Fond of that stuff, are you?" Calum inquired of Morgan,
noting the look of mild contentment on her face almost immediately after
sampling the potcheen.
Brows rose towards her hairline as she turned her attention towards
Calum and then glancing down at her cup with a soft chuckle. "Not
really.....that is to say, not so much anymore. But it does remind me of
some good times during my misspent youth. Good friends lost...."
Her voice trailed for a moment before her eyes met his once more.
"I suppose that men of science don't drink much?" Her smile
"Not when they're in the company of things that might eat them,
no." A quick wink was given along with the reply. "Misspent
youth, you say?"
Smiling impishly, she raised a brow in a sardonic manner. "Oh, I
used to drink in the company of things that wanted to eat me up, but it
was consensual. Yes, I was what one could call 'young and stupid' in my
heyday and I lived at the whim of the fates, letting it bounce me around
from town to town, tavern to tavern with my cousin in tow."
That next mouthful of stew was almost spat out after Morgan's rather
candid admission, and Calum coughed several times in order to clear his
throat. "Ahem, is that so?"
With a soft laugh, she patted Calum on the back as he righted himself.
"Are you alright? Maybe you should take smaller bites?" She
smiled sweetly, face the picture of innocence.
"We have tossed around ideas but there would need be a lot of steps
taken first to decide any of those. We might open a place to sell
certain things another doesn't have or set up continual inventory
with one such as Xander. First we have to be accepted. I was told you
could help me with this." He had talked to one some time ago but he
realized it was probably one that could not really help.
"Yes, that must have been it," he answered as Morgan patted
him on the back. "I don't know what else that it could have
"Was that too much?" Her face, however, was far from
apologetic, a wide grin lighting her features. "Sometimes I can be
a bit...blunt. Aislinn is forever chiding me about my loose
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