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            The wind
            howled around them but the steps were carved to give some protection
            as well. Wide enough for a horse to fit as well. Rocky edge
            acted as a barrier most of the way. He wondered, who had hacked
            them out countless years ago. They were old. Maybe done in ancient
            times to escape up from the shore, hauling bounty of contraband or
            members of covens could sneak down to do their rituals to the sea
            under a full moon. His mind wandering to such fanciful ideas with
            vivid glimpses of each scenario. He nearly slipped. Free hand out to
            grasp the edge of the wall so he didn't. "Watch that one."
            By this time it would be a long way down to fall, sliding down the
            steps at least would probably only leave them with bruises over a
            certain death otherwise. He was up the last of them, rising up with
            the scene of sea behind him. Stepping away to leave room for Niamh
            as well making sure she made it up. 
             
            The
            wind felt as if it were getting stronger. It even lashed at her
            cloak, made it snap backwards against the air. She wasn't far from
            where the two were climbing up, and she paused there with her head
            canting vaguely to the side. Still thinking she heard.. things, she
            nearly turned to leave when she felt a flare of nervousness inside
            of her. There was a body popping up over the edge though and her
            brow slightly arched. "Davin? Is that you?" She couldn't
            make out much; just a dark shadow of a man. 
             
            She
            had seen the lighthouse of course, many times, both by day and night
            but not this close. The stairs caused her to go over some of the
            stories told about the dark days. Her breath caught when he slipped
            but she let it out slowly and grabbed hold of the wall when she
            moved upward. Once they were clear of the steps she turned to look
            back over the sea. From the way she was dressed, she could pass as a
            young lad, the heavy coat and clothing worn hiding any curves. 
            
             
            That
            moment of relief, they both had made it safely up from the sea only
            to have him whip a look, turning as well when he heard his name. The
            voice as well recognized. "Nora, how are you? Looks like
            another storm brewing. This is Niamh from a fishing village down the
            way." Uncertain exactly how far down the shoreline or exactly
            remembering the name of it at the moment. "Come in and warm up,
            have something hot to drink." Not wise to stand out here in it
            as the snow was starting to get heavier. He motioned to the cottage
            next to the tower and headed there for he needed to unlock it.
            Luckily he hadn't lost the key in getting one of his treasures.
            Actually had it attached to a rope that was tied to a belt loop
            before put in his pocket. It was drawn out, latch lifted as the door
            swung open. 
            
             
            "Well,
            I was out for a walk, and a ride--" She motioned to Luna,
            "--but it looks like that's over." She said that with a
            glance to the sky. She frowned. But there was a smile quick to bloom
            for the introduction offered. She lifted her hand to wave at Niamh.
            "Nice to meet you, Niamh. I will be in soon--do you mind if I
            put Luna in a stable?" Her main concern was the mare getting
            spooked, again, only this time running off on her or something. 
            
             
            
            "Hello,
            Nora. Nice to meet you too." She turned from the scene to smile
            at the woman then remembered she still had the scarf over her face.
            She stepped inside, not wanting him to hold the door open for her,
            especially if he was going to make sure Nora had no problems with
            her horse. 
             
            
            "Not
            at all," he had just realized she had her horse with her.
            "Do you need help?" She would find the stable warm with
            the horse that came with the lighthouse there all bedded in for the
            night. Plenty of hay and oats as well to be given in a feeding bag,
            of which there were extra. He didn't know if the horse had a name,
            none was given him at the time. Something he needed to ask or just
            name the horse himself. 
             
            "No
            no, I can put her up, thank you though." She didn't want to
            keep them waiting, and so, she was quick to turn with Luna
            following. Nora shivered from the cold wind, the snow, and Luna
            seemed to not like it so much either. Reaching the stables, she led
            the mare inside to secure her. 
             
            He
            watched her a moment before ushering Niamh further inside.
            Wasn't good to keep the door open and let all the warmth out. The
            outside night air would suck it up real fast! Once inside,
            door closed and even before taking his cloak off, he went
            straight to the kitchen to set the kettle to boil. Once that
            was taken care of, off came the cap, scarf, gloves and coat in turn
            as he was back out to hang them up on the pegs in the wall just
            inside the door.  The gunny sack had been left there upon
            entering, slid up in against the wall. This he took up before
            heading to the table in the living area, one in front of the couch
            in front of the hearth.  That was set before he was around to
            add some more logs to the fire. Get the place nice and warm. 
            
             
            She
            wasn't gone too terribly long and eventually, she made it inside.
            Pink cheeked, she didn't immediately take off her cloak. She needed
            to warm herself up some. "I am beginning to wonder if I should
            even stay too long. Perhaps I should ride back soon." Her brows
            furrowed thoughtfully. 
            
             
            While
            Davin set the kettle to boiling, she began to shed the layers of
            clothing. Gloves, followed by her hat, scarf, coat and a sweater.
            One pair of ice and salt water covered wool pants. She frowned
            slightly as she looked at the pile. "Where do you want me to
            put these so they don't make a mess?" She should have put them
            in the stable. 
            
             
            He
            thought on that. It wasn't like the first time and the Shawnesey
            brothers here as well. Right now they were alone with a man, in his
            home. That could get tricky if there were ones to gossip. There was
            also only his bedroom, now slept in by him to offer to them both,
            sleeping in the same bed and he would sleep upstairs in the loft
            room. "Let us warm up, a bit o' tea and then I can see you both
            back to the Thistle where you will each have your own room and bed
            for the night. Nothing could be said to taint any of our
            reputations." Seemed it actually was thought of while in these
            lands.  Focus was diverted to the pile of clothing and for a
            brief second, he hesitated to look up in Niamh's direction, that she
            might be down to near nothing on her body. He finally dare to look
            up, really, could it be helped even if she was stark naked,
            especially if she was stark naked! "There are pegs in the
            stones over the hearth, you can hang them there to dry."
             
            She
            nodded softly then settled down in one of the chairs, still with her
            cloak on. She wanted to make sure she was pretty warm for the trip
            back. She smiled to the two. 
             
            
            She
            had on another pair of pants and a shirt, and actually had
            undergarments on too! She carried the clothes and her boots over to
            the hearth to dry. 
             
            He
            rubbed the back of his hand over his brow, briefly, for in that
            moment the kettle whistled and he was quickly making his way into
            the kitchen. Three mugs filled with tea to steep. The two would have
            about five minutes without him there. 
            
             
            "The
            weather changes quickly. Are you from Heathfield?" While she
            did travel from her village to Heathfield, she didn't know everyone.
            She stayed by the fire, hands out to warm them. 
            
             
            "Mm..
            Me? Not originally, no. I have not been here so long." She
            faintly shook her head, smiled. 
            
            
             
            
            He
            could hear them talking in the other room as he scrounged through
            the pantry for some raisin bread he had gotten this morning. Cutting
            a few slices for them to have with the tea. It was nearly done as he
            checked the mugs. A small tray gotten out he put sugar in a bowl and
            a creamer with some milk in case they took either. If only his
            mother could see him now, but then she'd also see him entertaining
            two very pretty ladies. He could imagine the remarks or even
            questions directed his way. 
             
            She
            nodded, smiling in return. "My village is called Ruiaidin. It's
            a good distance from here. I came by skiff." She gave a vague
            motion west. "It's close to Dunshire Manor, the home of the
            Shawnesey family." 
            
            
             
            
            "Ruiaidin.."
            She repeated the name slowly and smiled. "I am still learning
            of all of the places close to here. Then again, I am still learning
            of everything in Heathfield itself. I came from the north. Langsley.
            Most ... or well... some don't care for it? I'm not sure. I never
            got out much until I left for good. I like it here. The people are
            so friendly compared to those of .. my old home." Her nose
            wrinkled. 
             
            It
            was at this point he emerged from the kitchen with tray in hand, the
            three cups of tea had been added as he was over to set it on the
            table within reach of all. "Aye, the people here have been
            nicer than any I've met in other lands." Not going into details
            but it had the sound he'd been to a few. He had traveled. Instead of
            taking up his tea immediately, he took up the gunny sack to remove
            it from the table and set on the couch beside him. Curiosity had
            gotten the better of him as it had been put off. He pulled out the
            last, very much worked for, item encrusted with what the sea coated
            over time. He withdrew a small sharp knife from a just as small
            leather sheath attached to his belt and started to carefully remove
            the debris. 
             
            "I
            think there are a few reasons for that. It's a matter of pride, you
            see. Heathfield is a place of safety, sanctuary. Not that we don't
            have accidental deaths by violence but there's been peace here a
            long time. And folks raise their children to be polite. We're not
            perfect of course, and there are still bullies, thieves, and the
            like, but we know we're lucky to live here." She collected one
            of the mugs and offered it to Nora before tending to her own.
            Curiosity would have her watching Davin too. 
             
            He
            was realizing the time as once he got really into this, he would
            forget all time and he needed to get them back to the Thistle before
            the storm got worse and a lot of accumulation.  Setting the
            piece he was working on aside, he was quick to drink down his tea
            which at least had cooled. "I'll meet you out front. Finish
            your tea and I'll be out there by then. Going to take the wagon, it
            will seat three and I'll tie your horse to the back, Nora." He
            was up and getting on his cloak, hat, scarf and gloves before out
            the door, closing it behind him to see to the task. 
             
            "Ah
            yes." She hadn't realized the time, either. She did, at least,
            take the mug from Niamh and took a few large drinks before she set
            it aside. She never took her cloak off. And it was the same with her
            gloves. She waited for Niamh before heading out front. 
             
            She
            had to take a few moment more after finishing her tea to gather her
            clothing and put it back on. It was easier than carrying it all.
            Once she was dressed, she joined Nora and headed out to meet Davin
            and the wagon. 
             
            He
            pulled up just as they came out. Getting down so he could help each
            up before he was back in the driver's seat. "Huddle
            close," more muffled by the scarf and they would not see the
            hidden grin either. He wasn't going to mind this trip one bit.
            Huddled with two very pretty ladies, was fodder for dreams later.
            Snow or no, they would make good time to the Thistle without taking
            chances and once he was back he would work on his find again until
            sleep claimed him for the night. 
             
            She
            climbed right in and did as he asked; huddling up close. She wasn't
            so shy that she'd not try to keep herself warm! 
             
            Huddling
            was a good way to keep warm, and he'd be doubly so with one lass on
            each side!
             
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