Poster: Faelan Callihan
Post # 82
Faelan was land bound for a while and only recently able to make a few
short runs down along the coast as the weather was finally changing.
Back from one of them he was going over in his mind what kind of
adventure he could find. Something like the treasure hunt but not as
much as being captured by the Pirates known as the Unholy Trinity again.
He still didn't dare to recall that adventure for they were lucky to
escape with their hides intact. He was comfortably attired, poets shirt
of wheat under a black leather vest and black woolen pants with boots
lacing up. Blond hair had grown some and was tied off in a small tail at
the nape of his neck. Booted feet were kicked up on the ottoman as he
lazily lounged in a wingback in front of the hearth. A fire still burned
to keep out the dampness as much as the still cooler temperatures.
And.... here she was again somehow. Maggie stood outside the tavern as
the chilly rain beat down, staring in disgust up at the sign which hung
over the door. She had been here not two weeks ago, briefly, and hadn't
meant to return. Hell, she was no good at directions and navigating,
things she had always left to her brother. And once again she was out of
food, out of money. Well, if her memory served right at least this was
the place where everything was free. And, it was raining. So she
closed her agape lips and hurried up the porch and inside. Shaking
herself off at the door, tiny water droplets flew from her long, dark
hair. Her cloak was soaking too and she hung this up to dry, sharp blue
eyes glancing around the place in bemusement.
Too lazy to even get up, or turn his head as it was from the sides of
his eyes that he glimpsed towards the door to see who the rains brought
in. He was expecting a face he'd recognized so the first bit of a
surprise came when he did not. Had him turning his head and even gaining
his feet for a better look. "That reminds me of a soaked
kitten," slow smile rising that met the spark in unique violet hued
eyes. "I'm Captain Faelan Callihan," giving a short bow with
the swing of his hand down and back up as he straightened, "at your
Maggie still had that confused air as she looked around the place,
yep... it was the same place. She was genuinely flummoxed about how
she'd gotten so turned around. Her head felt sort of floaty and light
too... but then she couldn't have named her last meal if asked. There
was not much kindness in common people, she'd discovered, and refused to
go begging like an urchin... The girl at the door appeared young but her
elegant features held a certain knowing maturity, even if they were
currently wet and haggard. A blink at the stranger's comment and then a
wry smile started. "At least a kitten has fur to keep it warm,
yes?" An involuntary shiver made her point. Ah yes, he'd introduced
himself. "I'm Margaret but I beg you to call me Maggie." She
hated her full name, which sounded oh so stuffy in her mind. Before she
could think of advancing any further there was a sweep of dizziness
through her head, bringing a hand up to rest against the wall to hold
"Aye, even wet fur is better than no fur at all.." teasing as
shown still in his eyes. "Please, come dry off by the fire and I
will see to something to drink if you've a thirst and something to eat
if you've a hunger? Maggie, since you have begged of me, how can I
refuse?" Smile dazzled in a charming way but he was quick by her
side to help her to a chair, if need carry her, in front of the hearth.
His tone becoming serious, "how long have you been out in this
weather, soaked to the bone, and the last time you've eaten?"
Realizing she was not one he'd ever seen about and good chance not from
these lands. He was strong and easily assisted her part way before
deciding to take no chances and swooped her up into his arms for the
rest of the way. His scent was of sandalwood, ocean spray and a touch of
spice in there. He eased her into the chair next to the one he's been
sitting in as he knelt down aside her, violet eyes searching hers as if
it would clue him in as to what ailed her.
She let out a soft laugh, not immune to his charms even if her head was
reeling. A brief closing of her eyes as she shook her head to his
worries. "Oh no, really, I'm fine, just been on the road quite
awhile..." protests murmured uselessly because then he was picking
her up. "Oh, really, this is - unnecessary." Even if her next
step might have seen her flat on her face on the ground. Still she
wasn't able to do much except say that, her frame limp and light in his
arms. Her nose nestled briefly against his jacket she could not help but
catch scent of his particular aroma, which was rather nice... exotic,
but comforting in a way. Then she was being settled in a chair as gently
as a doll. Oh how her head was pounding, and she closed her eyes, hand
pressed gingerly to her brow. Even so she felt him watching her and
summoned the words to her lips. "You mustn't worry, truly.."
"Someone has to," she might now see the growing smile again,
"relax, I'll get something to help from Alex." Which he pushed
up from a heel and was over to Alex, giving what he noticed of the lass
and certainly the older man had seen enough probably with how she came
in for he had the medicinal tea already prepared and steeped long enough
to be effective. Faelan was back over again to kneel by her side
and offer up the mug, holding it for her to take a sip. "Drink
this, slowly, it will help what ails you."
She didn't budge an inch when the man - Faelan, had he named himself? -
went off to the bar. She would've happily drifted off to sleep right
here, if her head had not been hammering. Tips of fingers massaged her
brow and she only lifted her head when his voice came beside her again.
The aroma of the steaming tea caught her nostrils, reminding her that
she was in fact parched, and she leaned forward to take a small sip.
Soon her fingers lifted to curl about the mug so she could hold it
herself, and a longer sip was taken. He'd said to drink it slow so she
resisted the temptation to gulp. With it about halfway gone she sighed,
leaned back in the chair again. "Thank you.." A faint smile
came to her face, wet crimson-streaked locks pushed back from her face.
Her hands over his at first were gradually relinquished as he found hers
to be steady and not end up dropping it or spilling it all over
herself. "Are you hungry? Perhaps some broth with bread, something
easy to digest if you are not well." Obviously she was not well as
far as he could see, although not on death's bed either which was a good
sign. "Where do you come from? Are you from here that I can get
hold of any family?" Which he was sure if that were the case they
would come running. A slow smile finally as he got up from his crouched
position by her side and eased back into his chair near hers. "You
are welcome and you are safe here." In case she was one running
from somewhere or something as they occasionally got.
"I think I could manage that," she assented to the bread and
broth with a soft chuckle. His next question brought a brief sigh.
"I couldn't even tell you anymore where I'm from." That was a
bit vague as she massaged her head again. In truth she'd become so
turned around and lost, she couldn't have retraced her steps had she
wanted to. Which she didn't. "No. No family." That was
murmured before she suddenly perked and sat up a bit straighter. Blue
eyes opening to latch onto Faelan's violets. "You haven't seen a
man come through here, have you? Looks a bit like me but with redder
hair. A tall man, and broad? Name of Richard?"
Which had him turn a look Alex's way as the man could hear a fly fart
from a half mile away, or so he had joked with him one time. Alex gave a
nod which he knew would be a few more minutes before the small
respite was ready. "...and you shall have in a few
minutes." The last he considered on the question asked, "can't
say I have met a Richard, what would be the surname?" Which might
help. "I have only return from a trip down along the coast this
"Oh." Well there went the hope again, extinguished like a tiny
flame beneath wet paper. She sank back in the chair, eyes half-closed in
the wince as she answered him without much spirit. "Callahan. Oh,
I'm sorry..." she realized she hadn't fully introduced herself and
gave a brief laugh under her breath at her omission. "I'm Maggie
Callahan." If he had introduced himself by full name earlier she
had completely missed it.
The last came as a surprise having him sit up in his seat and leaning a
little her way as he studied her under an intense darker violet hue.
"Callahan, I am a Callihan, perhaps we are long lost cousins? I
will see to you until this other can. Is that a deal?" Which he
noticed the tray being set on the bar counter. "One moment,"
as he was up and over to get it, only taking a few minutes for him to be
back to set it on the table next to her chair. "Nourishment to help
get back your strength."
Again feeling that intense gaze she opened her eyes, arching a brow at
him slightly as he stared at her features. Her eyes were large in a
narrow face, with a small pert nose and full lips. She blinked again
when he named himself as a Callihan too and though it was most likely a
coincidence, it was oddly comforting. His words of taking care of her
til her brother could, brought sudden tears to her eyes, difficult to
prevent in her weak state. Luckily he was off for the tray a moment
later, and she nodded, managing to whisk the tears away before he
returned. "Thank you." She said it again, shifting some in the
chair to reach for the bread. Her hand a bit shaky but she pulled off a
piece and dipped it into the broth. "So Faelan... what is it that
you do.. besides sit around here, and wait for wanderers to come
stumbling in?" The last a jibe at herself more than him, attested
by the brief smile.
"I am captain of a ship, The Dragon's Tooth," realizing she
had not really heard his introduction before for her condition, almost
fainted right in his arms she had. He was still watching her
closely in monitoring her that she still didn't faint away. "I go
on adventures across the great ocean that takes me to many different
places. From the cold of the Artics to the warmth of the tropics, from
rocky landslides to buried temples filled with gold and dragons. What
has me curiosity is where you are from Miss Maggie Callahan and how you
lost this Richard. Be he your husband?" Not having a clue who
Richard was and might be a good idea to find out. "I am one of
seven children born of Ronan, still living and Meira Aine, who has died
long ago. I spend time in these lands but I am from a sister land called
"Oh my, that does sound like a lot of adventure.." said with
another slight laugh though her eyes were remote a moment. Ah yes, she'd
yearned for such adventures like the ones read in stories.. once upon a
time. As it turned out, the real world didn't work that way. His
question brought her focus back. "I'm from a land called Limuria.
It is quite distant." She doubted he'd heard of the small, but
noble and wealthy kingdom. "Richard.. my husband, no. My brother.
My stupid big brother..." but the words held no venom, rather a
fondness as she smiled briefly. "He went off to fetch us something
from market and never came back." Her flat voice was quiet. She'd
gone over and over all the things that could have happened to him, some
more horrible than others.. but the only clear fact was that he was
gone, unable to be found by her at least.
The warmth was luring even without the bright snow. There was a very
noticeable change from cold to not so cold and Vanessa planned to use up
as much of it as possible, even if it was raining. That's what umbrellas
are for! Ysa was bundled up to keep her warm and dry, then the two made
their way to the Thistle because it was a good place to get out of the
cottage for a bit and not be out to get soaked. The walk was never long.
Vanessa opened the door and paused to leave the umbrella just outside on
the porch, then closed the door with a smile to the pair inside.
"Afternoon." Rain was much better than snow. At least she knew
now that winter wouldn't last forever.
"Aye, it was, some good, some dangerous, some bad. I've not heard
of Limuria not even in my travels. World is a big place but it seems far
away and it seems that something has befallen your brother for he would
be at your side if he's a Callahan." Something he knew of their
clan, fiercely protective of their siblings. "Maybe when you're
feeling a wee bit better you can show me where you last saw him?"
Whatever else was to be said faded off as he stood from his seat.
"Lady Vanessa, it is good to see you again. This is Maggie,
Callahan, but not known if related." In explaining.
She just shook her head in a lost sort of gesture. "I'm not sure I
could find it again, it was... some small town... and several months
ago." The lump in her throat was swallowed, for Faelan had hit on
Richard's personality exactly. Fiercely protective. Which was why
without him she was rather clueless about how to fend for herself. The
pale young woman glanced up from her chair when another came in, a woman
and a baby, and she summoned a wan smile of greeting. "Well met,
"Faelan, nice to see you again." She looked to Maggie with a
nod. "Pleasure to meet you, Lady Maggie. This is my niece, Ysabeau."
Spoken on her way to the couch, wrapping the small bundle. Well, not as
small as she once was. The child seemed to grow more than a weed every
day. "How are you both?" Seated on the sofa, it was easier to
remove the bundles from around Ysa, who was dressed in a pink footed
thing with a little hood that had cat ears on the top.
"What might be cloudy now may clear up once you are fit as a fiddle
again." Encouraging her to get well as at least she had not fainted
away on him still. The special tea Alex had made seemed to be doing its
bit of magic. "You've a niece," he felt out of the loop for
his time away in Montrose, Kildare. Still standing, he was
over to see the little one. "Ysabeau, a unique name." More
mussed with the last as he added, "I'm doing grand, spring is near
here and we'll probably be going to exotic lands to fetch more animals
and birds for the zoo."
"Perhaps." He was being so kind with all of the reassurances,
so she didn't want to tell him that she doubted it. Heaven knows she'd
searched for him to her full abilities only to come up with nothing. The
teacup had been emptied by now, and the broth emptied from the bowl,
leaving bits of bread for her to nibble on. She looked across to the
sofa, and the baby Vanessa held with interest. "Oh, she's very
beautiful." Her smile growing warmer now as she watched the
pink-clad babe kick and wave her arms. Might have been the exhaustion
but for a few minutes her eyes went somewhere distant, while the other
Ysa looked at Faelan, big blue eyes completely filled with wonder while
gumming her hands and kicking out her legs. "I am so very ready for
the warmer weather. Not that winter wasn't beautiful, but I prefer being
outside without frosting on my nose." She turned a bit on the sofa
so she could see Maggie and smiled to her. "Thank you." Van
had a lot of pride for Ysa. Such a good baby she was, thankfully.
"Even the rain is more welcome than the bitter cold."
"Winter is beautiful in a frozen sort of way," chuckle slipped
free under his breath as he watched the wee lass. "I think
spring has perfect timing to have almost everyone glad to see her
coming." He reached down with a slight lean as a finger smoothed
against Ysa cheek. She was adorable and he was captured already.
Breaking free from the mesmerizing as he remembered something he forgot,
"I'll be right back," as he headed past the bar to the hall
leading to the offices in the back.
agree. Everyone must be ready for spring by now." Ysa squealed
happily, reaching for the finger. Motor movements were still slow and
far from precise, but that didn't deter her from trying one little bit.
Maggie was drifting along in a tired state of contentment... at least
bodily contentment, with her toes finally warm and food in her belly.
The tea seemed to be making her drowsy too but she was not quite ready
to lay her head down yet, so in the meanwhile she focused on Ysa and
Vanessa. "How lovely of you to care for your niece." A gentle
smile was given to Vanessa. "I do not know if I could do
that..." The woman looked to be about her age, early twenties, and
perfectly comfortable with her role as a mother. Whereas the thought of
caring for a tiny defenseless baby was a daunting one to Maggie. She
realized that her crimson-streaked black hair was drying in scraggly
waves. It was pulled over one shoulder to begin a slow braid. "And
you are from here?" She assumed this, since she'd known Faelan on
Ysa was turned around to face Vanessa and settled on her lap. "It's
a joy having my niece. I'd not trust another to her care and
growing." Not in any permanent sort of way. "I'm very
fortunate she's a good baby since I know very little in regards to
infants." A thoughtful smile, she looked down to Ysa, then back to
Maggie. "I've been here about... 8 months now. I have a cottage not
too far a walk from here. Are you from Heathfield?"
That made her smile again. "Ah, I'm sure you've learned a lot since
you took her. And you seem quite adept." Not meant as flattery, it
was a simple truthful observation. A dark brow quirked in confusion as
Vanessa went on. "Heathfield?"
She just smiled to the kind words. She did the best she could by Ysa.
The child was happy and healthy and at her age, that was what mattered.
"Aye, Heathfield. Where we are now?"
"Oh. Yes...." Maggie shook her head, laughing beneath her
breath at her own silliness. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry, I've been
traveling quite a bit..." The given excuse trailed off as she tried
to recall the original question. "No, I'm not.. not from here. I'm
from a far distant kingdom." Clearly still just a bit fuzzy but
then it had been a long road.
Faelan returned to find the two in conversation which had him
smiling. He was one that smiled more often than not anyway. "You
look tired Maggie," knowing well the tea would be kicking in.
"When you are ready, I've gotten a key from Alex for a room
upstairs. Yours for as long as you need, get you back on your feet then
see about finding this brother of yours." A key that he pressed
into her hand when over to her before he claimed his seat again and
drink: coffee with a bit of potcheen in it.
She glanced up when Faelan came back into the room, accepting the key
with a look of gratitude. She was quite weary, hardly able to keep her
eyes open as the moments passed. "I think I'll go now. Thank you..
for everything. You've been so kind." Which had tears start in her
eyes again though there was a soft smile on her lips. She rose slowly
from her chair with the key in hand. "And it was lovely meeting
you, and your niece, as well." Murmured this to Vanessa as she gave
one last fond glance to the infant.
Vanessa blinked out of her momentary daze and smiled to Maggie. "It
was nice to meet you as well, and hope to see you again."
"I will see you up there then," in case she had a
fainting spell come over her as she didn't look that kind of perky yet.
He was up and offering her the bend of his arm. "Vanessa, it was
really good seeing you again and to meet your little angel."
What he had collected in the office would need to be seen to and so he
would head out once Maggie was secured within her room safely.