Post by mira on Aug 1, 2008 1:57:45 GMT
About you
Name:Lukka
Age:34
How to contact you: PM’s are fine until I get to know people
Role playing experience: been around forever. (feels like it LOL)
Other Characters on this Site: None
About your Character
Name:Mira Jasmine Morgan
Nickname: Jaz (to the outlaws of the forest)
Age:28
Country: Born in England
Position: Saracen Princess
Job: Bounty Hunter/ Lady
Eye Color:blue/green
Hair Color:black
Height:5 foot 7 inches
General Appearance:Mira is perhaps one of the most beautiful young ladies you will ever see. Born to an English Barron and foreign lady who died in childbirth, Mira has a somewhat darker complexion with her mothers inherited skin combined with her fathers, giving her an almost eastern look. Deep set blue/green eyes that could bore through your very soul, her long black hair reaches to her waist and is most times caught back with simple barrettes.
Standing tall 5 foot and 7 inches in bare feet, Mira is slim and weighs in at just 9 Stone, but her looks are deceptive for this lady is much stronger than she looks. Her long slim fingers can grip a sword with ease. Her hands have toughened over the years yet still look as soft and supple as if they were a Noblewoman’s hands that had never seen anything other embroidery.
Her skin is flawless. Not even wielding a sword for all these years has done much to harden her hands. It as soft as the day she was born. No scars nor flaws for Mira’s scars run deep where the naked can not see.
You won’t see this one in a dress much. Mira prefers white low front cut shirts tucked into black trousers with a belt to hold her sword which lays across her back, the clothes themselves do nothing to hide the sensual figure underneath which with her looks, she uses to lure the ones in that she hunts.
Likes:
Honesty
Starry Nights
Horses
Children
Equality for all
Dislikes:
Dishonesty
Liars
Anyone representing Law
Those that killed her father and took her innocence
Insincere people
Taxes
Personality:
Intelligent ~ Being an only child Mira, grew up quite spoilt, she can read and write and grew up with a father that would talk to her of many things. He had traveled far and wide and he would often sit and tell her stories that she committed to memory. He gave her puzzles to work out and as such Mira grew up being able to hold a decent conversation. She is good at solving problems.
Passionate ~ She is very passionate for the things she believes in. Going after what she wants with almost single-mindedness, Mira pours everything she’s got into achieving what she wants. If only she viewed relationships the same way
Sweet and Sour ~ Pleasant to approach and talk to, Mira despite what has happened to her has a smile for everyone in the town. But she can be cold toned especially when having to deal with the law and she has a very sharp tongue for those who step on her wrong side.
Love the Little Children ~ Mira spends time with the children of the town. They bring a smile to her face that no adult can do. She laughs and plays with them much to their parents delight at having their children out of their hair so they can get on with work. With them she is like her she was before her innocence was stolen.
Caring ~ Mira feels for the people. Not the law who she has nothing but contempt for, and not the rouges that roamed the forest. But the downtrodden people of Locksley she is the first to comfort and throw open her doors for those who need help.
On Men ~ Mira doesn’t exactly hate them, rather has no time for the lecherous looks she gets. It is a daily occurrence that she will strip some poor lad down after his mates dare them to try something. Men were no better after a few drinks and they think they can own any woman but Mira puts them in their place. She does not suffer fools gladly and it would take a strong and understanding man to break through this girl’s defenses.
Family:
Father: Jasper Morgan (deceased ~ Killed by Rogues)
Mother: Miralee Ghoutan (deceased ~ Died in Childbirth)
Siblings: None
Background:
Mira was born to Jasper Morgan and Miralee Ghoutan in the 7th month of the year 1166 in London England. She never knew her mother for she had died in childbirth and her father not wishing to stay in London after his beloved wife died, took his new baby daughter and made his way to Locksley where he commissioned a local builder by the name of Dan Scarlett to build him a lodge on the outskirts of this tiny village. Jasper Morgan had once had his own title but in Locksley he forwent it to live an independent free life. Their house was marvelous, a 5 roomed stone and wood lodge with a large living area and separate kitchen/dining downstairs and two bedrooms and a wash house upstairs.
All Mira ever knew of her mother was an old drawing her father carried around that he would pull out occasionally to show her. A faded old thing done with pencils and preserved to live forever. She was a beautiful young lady that looked very different form the ladies she often saw in town, and Mira often wondered where she came from. But Jasper never talked of her and would clam up if Mira asked, telling her that it would do more harm than good.
They were wealthy enough to escape the wrath of the Sheriff and paid their taxes without fuss. Mira grew into a bit of a tomboy and at the age of 6 could be found mucking around in town with the local boys, building dams in the nearby creeks and climbing trees. She never really thought of herself as a girl for her father (who had been deprived of a son) more or less treated her like one. He taught her the fine art of fencing and how to ride a horse.
By her 11th birthday, Mira a was quite skilled with a sword and could ride a horse as effortlessly as the crusaders that her father would tell her stories about. She dreamed about it and would talk about going off to join them, which made her father laugh. He always told her that she could do anything she wanted or dared dream if she put the effort in. It was also around this time she saw Robert for the first time. A strapping young lad of about 15 who gone to work for Dan Scarlett as an apprentice and Mira developed the one and only crush she would ever have.
She would often sit and watch him work while she sharpened and tended to the sword her father had given her. “Treat a sword with respect” he had told her “look after her and keep her sharp and she will stay loyal for years”. For to her father . . swords were always female. Just before her 13th birthday, something happened that saw her crying month after month. Having no mother to explain it she became confused and was one day found behind the shed by the lady who came to clean the house, who only smiled when Mira told her she was bleeding to death. That day Mira learned what it was to be a woman.
To Mira’s dismay, Robert never noticed her or if he did he ignored her. Instead he made friends with some older girls and one in particular he got quite close to. To the young Mira who had yet to grow into maturity, she was perhaps the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. After her mother that was. This wisp of girl who was surely no more than 18 stole Roberts heart and crushed Mira’s all in one go and she discovered what jealously was. But she was a mere child and he never gave her a second glance. One day she woke to find him gone and her father told her he gone off to fight in the crusades.
By 15, Mira had grown into a beautiful young lady that caught many a boys eye, but she never forgot the young man she had first fallen in love with. She never saw it as crush and would often sit and dream of the day he would come back and take her away. Just a little girl’s dream but to Mira they were real. Her father would often sit and laugh at her and she would laugh with him, but her heart ached for a dream that would never come true.
It was just before her 17th birthday that an event took place that was to change not only her life but the way she thought. Rouges had come from the forest to terrorize the village. Trashing the houses of those that opposed them and taking the women for their own. Jasper fought them off as best he could, but he was old and Mira grabbed her sword and managed to injure 3 of them before they overpowered her. She lost her innocence that night while her father was forced to watch and when they were done, they dragged her outside and threw her to the dogs while they killed her father and ransacked the house. She heard them laughing as they rode off and she slipped into the blackness.
Thankfully that night the dogs did not come and in the morning she crawled back into the house where she found the body of her slain father. Nothing would bring him back and a tearful Mira buried him just 2 days later. Thankfully the rogues had not found the money for Jasper had had a secret stronghold built into the house when he had commissioned Dan to build the house. The Sheriffs men came but they could do nothing, telling her the rogues were probably long gone. She asked around but if anyone knew anything they were not talking, maybe more in fear of retribution from those who had done it.
Mira was crushed and decided if the law was going to do nothing she would. She commissioned a new sword to be made and started taking to the forest where she knew such rogues lived. She came across many who lived out here but she was looking only for those that had killed her father. One by one she rounded them up, and would take them to Nottingham to claim the bounty that had been placed on their heads. She could not bring herself to kill, for if she did she would be no better then them. The money she received for such actions she gave directly to the peasants of Loxley, feeling some justification that she was doing something to avenge her father.
Life went on for Mira and she soon found she was good at what she did, and long after she had collected on those that had killed her father, she could be found out in the forest looking for those who had a bounty on them. What she did was simply out of a sense that it was right to rid the forest of these scoundrels. Currently she is looking for the the outlaws known as Greensleeves but she would never look for Robin Hood for in her eyes he was the rightful Earl of Loxley . .
Mira is a changed woman and now spend her days helping the peasants of the village where she can. Not just giving them money and food, rather encouraging those with a talent to trade their wares. Each week she loads up her wagon and makes the trip to Nottingham where she trades the wares and skills of the village peasants.
Most evenings she can be found sitting on the back steps of her fathers house with her sword in hand, sharpening and polishing as her fathers words swim around in her head.
“Treat a sword with respect, look after her and keep her sharp and she will stay loyal for years”.
Anything else: She owns a black stallion named Bart.
Face Claim: Aishwarya Rae
RP Sample:
Nokomis had traveled many miles and many days, Belenkia never too far away. She had set out to find answers, answers to the dreams she'd had what seemed such a long time ago now. The journey itself was uneventful. They had met only one on the way, and old man with his wagon of wares, traveling the road. She stopped to buy food and a blanket for some of the nights had grown cold.
She now stood on a hill at 4am in the morning looking down on the peaceful town of Draglope. Within this town lay the answers to the unanswered question of her dreams. The sun was just rising, but nothing stirred yet in the tiny town. She could see the Smithy from here, where once she worked, and the tiny cottage that stood beside it where her and Issac once lived. She was hesitant in going down. She knew not what she'd fine. For all she knew, she might really be guilty and as soon as she was spotted she'd be thrown in jail. But the want to find the truth drove her and she knew for better or worse, no matter the outcome, she had to know.
She sat watching the town, munching on some berries she found on the outskirts of town. She sat and watched until the sun rose, she estimated it to be 6am before she stood and made her way down the hill. She made her way to the Smithy, who had, she noticed opened up. He would have come from the back way, hence the reason she had not seen him.
Belenkia alighted on a tree that stood across from the Smithy's back entrance. Nokomis looked up at the beautiful bird, then back at the familiar lay of the back entrance to the Smithy's place. She took a few steps forward until she reached the back yard, and looked back at the bird, but Belenkia had flown off. Nokomis looked around but saw no sign of her and was startled by a voice that came from behind.
"Morning to you Miss, anything I can help you with?"
She twirled around, there stood one so like Issac, but not Issac..... all Nokomis could do was stare, words escaping her.
"Are you alright Miss, You've gone all pale, here, lemme get you a glass of water"
He stepped forward, grasping her under the elbow, and she let herself be led inside by this man who looked like Issac but wasn't. He sat her down on a stool and brought her a glass of water. She drank deep but slow, and had almost finished the glass before she found the voice to speak again.
"Forgive me, you look so much like the old Smithy who used to live here, I wonder are you perhaps related?"
He looked at her as if for the first time after she asked this question, a quizzical look in his eyes, as if he wanted to ask many questions but couldn’t find the right one to ask.
"I am Edmund, brother of Issac who used to run this place, I took over after he......" and his words died off a little "passed on from this world." Edmund's eyes watered for just a moment but he fought them back and continued, now asking her a question.
"Did you know Issac?" he simply asked.
Nokomis shrank from such a direct question, she had planned on coming in and just finding out the story discreetly, but here she was face to face with his brother, a brother she had only heard of once, never his name though. A thousand questions forced there way through her head, screaming at her to be let out. It was now her turn for the questioning eyes, the decision to make on which question to ask. She decided to play as if she knew little.
"Yes I knew Issac, he used to work here a few years back when I passed through. It is most distressing to hear he has passed on, pray tell me how it happened." Nokomis waited with baited breath, he didn't speak for a long time, and when he did, it was if though he was weighing each word he spoke very carefully.
"Issac was....." he faltered again "Issac was killed by his jealous wife I am sad to have to tell you. Sorry, but it pains me much to even talk about it. She killed him in a rage of jealousy, cause even though they had split some years before and Issac was happy with another, she took his young mistresses knife and plunged it into his heart while he lay sleeping." He stopped and took a bottle from the shelf, and even from where Nokomis sat, she could smell the alcohol. He poured himself a glass before continuing. It was like now he had started, he was compelled to tell the whole story. He drank deep and continued....
"She tried to blame his young mistress, and it did all look bad for her for a while, as it had been her knife, and she had disappeared. We never learnt what became of her, but his wife finally broke down after a week, from all the guilt I suppose, and confessed all. How she had followed them and in their love for each other, drugged his mistress and slaughtered him. She was hung from the old oak tree that stands centre of town some 3 weeks later. I came out as soon as I heard my brother had been killed and have kept this place running ever since. We never heard from his young mistress again. It is a shame for she may still be running from something she didn't do. If nothing else, she deserves to know the truth. Nokomis was her name" His voice had softened on the last sentence.
Nokomis had been so carefully listening to the story, she hadn't realise tears had sprung in her eyes as he talked. But it was the mention of her name that made her look up suddenly, making him jump, possibly for the look on her face, but who knew. He was looking at her closely now... perhaps wondering what had compelled him to tell a stranger this story.... but no, there was something else. He was looking at her in a way... could it be.....
"Are you she" he finally simply said and all she found she could do was nod.......
Many thoughts raced through Nokomis as she digested the information that Edmund had just revealed. Why he had done so was still beyond her, but he had seemed compelled to tell her. It was if he had known from the moment of seeing her, who she was, and that was maybe the reason he had for telling her the words she so wanted to hear. It had not been her that had killed Issac, she had known deep in her heart it hadn't been, but still, before hearing this news, a little bit of doubt did remain.
All the dreams, the breakdown, all now forgotten in the revelation of this news. Now the only tears she need cry would be those for her lost love. Tears for the father of a young girl who would grow up never knowing her father.
Edmund had brought her another drink, and when she drank she discovered it was rum, it burned her throat, but she swallowed. She looked again at him, not being able to find the words to say, and he too just sat looking at her, not saying a word.
Only some 10 minutes later did he finally break the silence.
"I thought you might be she after I saw the look on your face after my first words. I only continued my story for that reason, and indeed I would not speak so freely of such a subject to a stranger. So you are Nokomis. Issac spoke often of you and he was right, you are indeed very beautiful"
Nokomis blushed at these words and buried her head in her hands, crying silent tears for Issac now, the burden of her guilt she had carried since learning of the story behind the dreams now gone. He came and put his arms around her and held her tight, somehow giving her strength, for he too knew the pain she was going through. He continued speaking, but only softly, as if he was talking to a child.
"Why did you run, surely you did not have to, you must have known it would look bad for you"
She looked up into his eyes and saw herself reflected back out of them. So like Issac... It wasn't fair. She took another drink and with his arms still around her, she told him the story, starting with her dreams, and where they took her, the breakdown, the realisation of thinking she may have killed him, the forgotten memories, all of it. Then finally she told him about the little girl by the name of Arnilukka that lived in Fraglund, Isaacs daughter, the child he would never know. At this news, Edmund finally broke down and as he held her, she could feel his warm tears soak into her clothes.....
Password: I’m not being funny
Name:Lukka
Age:34
How to contact you: PM’s are fine until I get to know people
Role playing experience: been around forever. (feels like it LOL)
Other Characters on this Site: None
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Mira Jasmine Morgan
Mira Jasmine Morgan
About your Character
Name:Mira Jasmine Morgan
Nickname: Jaz (to the outlaws of the forest)
Age:28
Country: Born in England
Position: Saracen Princess
Job: Bounty Hunter/ Lady
Eye Color:blue/green
Hair Color:black
Height:5 foot 7 inches
General Appearance:Mira is perhaps one of the most beautiful young ladies you will ever see. Born to an English Barron and foreign lady who died in childbirth, Mira has a somewhat darker complexion with her mothers inherited skin combined with her fathers, giving her an almost eastern look. Deep set blue/green eyes that could bore through your very soul, her long black hair reaches to her waist and is most times caught back with simple barrettes.
Standing tall 5 foot and 7 inches in bare feet, Mira is slim and weighs in at just 9 Stone, but her looks are deceptive for this lady is much stronger than she looks. Her long slim fingers can grip a sword with ease. Her hands have toughened over the years yet still look as soft and supple as if they were a Noblewoman’s hands that had never seen anything other embroidery.
Her skin is flawless. Not even wielding a sword for all these years has done much to harden her hands. It as soft as the day she was born. No scars nor flaws for Mira’s scars run deep where the naked can not see.
You won’t see this one in a dress much. Mira prefers white low front cut shirts tucked into black trousers with a belt to hold her sword which lays across her back, the clothes themselves do nothing to hide the sensual figure underneath which with her looks, she uses to lure the ones in that she hunts.
Likes:
Honesty
Starry Nights
Horses
Children
Equality for all
Dislikes:
Dishonesty
Liars
Anyone representing Law
Those that killed her father and took her innocence
Insincere people
Taxes
Personality:
Intelligent ~ Being an only child Mira, grew up quite spoilt, she can read and write and grew up with a father that would talk to her of many things. He had traveled far and wide and he would often sit and tell her stories that she committed to memory. He gave her puzzles to work out and as such Mira grew up being able to hold a decent conversation. She is good at solving problems.
Passionate ~ She is very passionate for the things she believes in. Going after what she wants with almost single-mindedness, Mira pours everything she’s got into achieving what she wants. If only she viewed relationships the same way
Sweet and Sour ~ Pleasant to approach and talk to, Mira despite what has happened to her has a smile for everyone in the town. But she can be cold toned especially when having to deal with the law and she has a very sharp tongue for those who step on her wrong side.
Love the Little Children ~ Mira spends time with the children of the town. They bring a smile to her face that no adult can do. She laughs and plays with them much to their parents delight at having their children out of their hair so they can get on with work. With them she is like her she was before her innocence was stolen.
Caring ~ Mira feels for the people. Not the law who she has nothing but contempt for, and not the rouges that roamed the forest. But the downtrodden people of Locksley she is the first to comfort and throw open her doors for those who need help.
On Men ~ Mira doesn’t exactly hate them, rather has no time for the lecherous looks she gets. It is a daily occurrence that she will strip some poor lad down after his mates dare them to try something. Men were no better after a few drinks and they think they can own any woman but Mira puts them in their place. She does not suffer fools gladly and it would take a strong and understanding man to break through this girl’s defenses.
Family:
Father: Jasper Morgan (deceased ~ Killed by Rogues)
Mother: Miralee Ghoutan (deceased ~ Died in Childbirth)
Siblings: None
Background:
Mira was born to Jasper Morgan and Miralee Ghoutan in the 7th month of the year 1166 in London England. She never knew her mother for she had died in childbirth and her father not wishing to stay in London after his beloved wife died, took his new baby daughter and made his way to Locksley where he commissioned a local builder by the name of Dan Scarlett to build him a lodge on the outskirts of this tiny village. Jasper Morgan had once had his own title but in Locksley he forwent it to live an independent free life. Their house was marvelous, a 5 roomed stone and wood lodge with a large living area and separate kitchen/dining downstairs and two bedrooms and a wash house upstairs.
All Mira ever knew of her mother was an old drawing her father carried around that he would pull out occasionally to show her. A faded old thing done with pencils and preserved to live forever. She was a beautiful young lady that looked very different form the ladies she often saw in town, and Mira often wondered where she came from. But Jasper never talked of her and would clam up if Mira asked, telling her that it would do more harm than good.
They were wealthy enough to escape the wrath of the Sheriff and paid their taxes without fuss. Mira grew into a bit of a tomboy and at the age of 6 could be found mucking around in town with the local boys, building dams in the nearby creeks and climbing trees. She never really thought of herself as a girl for her father (who had been deprived of a son) more or less treated her like one. He taught her the fine art of fencing and how to ride a horse.
By her 11th birthday, Mira a was quite skilled with a sword and could ride a horse as effortlessly as the crusaders that her father would tell her stories about. She dreamed about it and would talk about going off to join them, which made her father laugh. He always told her that she could do anything she wanted or dared dream if she put the effort in. It was also around this time she saw Robert for the first time. A strapping young lad of about 15 who gone to work for Dan Scarlett as an apprentice and Mira developed the one and only crush she would ever have.
She would often sit and watch him work while she sharpened and tended to the sword her father had given her. “Treat a sword with respect” he had told her “look after her and keep her sharp and she will stay loyal for years”. For to her father . . swords were always female. Just before her 13th birthday, something happened that saw her crying month after month. Having no mother to explain it she became confused and was one day found behind the shed by the lady who came to clean the house, who only smiled when Mira told her she was bleeding to death. That day Mira learned what it was to be a woman.
To Mira’s dismay, Robert never noticed her or if he did he ignored her. Instead he made friends with some older girls and one in particular he got quite close to. To the young Mira who had yet to grow into maturity, she was perhaps the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. After her mother that was. This wisp of girl who was surely no more than 18 stole Roberts heart and crushed Mira’s all in one go and she discovered what jealously was. But she was a mere child and he never gave her a second glance. One day she woke to find him gone and her father told her he gone off to fight in the crusades.
By 15, Mira had grown into a beautiful young lady that caught many a boys eye, but she never forgot the young man she had first fallen in love with. She never saw it as crush and would often sit and dream of the day he would come back and take her away. Just a little girl’s dream but to Mira they were real. Her father would often sit and laugh at her and she would laugh with him, but her heart ached for a dream that would never come true.
It was just before her 17th birthday that an event took place that was to change not only her life but the way she thought. Rouges had come from the forest to terrorize the village. Trashing the houses of those that opposed them and taking the women for their own. Jasper fought them off as best he could, but he was old and Mira grabbed her sword and managed to injure 3 of them before they overpowered her. She lost her innocence that night while her father was forced to watch and when they were done, they dragged her outside and threw her to the dogs while they killed her father and ransacked the house. She heard them laughing as they rode off and she slipped into the blackness.
Thankfully that night the dogs did not come and in the morning she crawled back into the house where she found the body of her slain father. Nothing would bring him back and a tearful Mira buried him just 2 days later. Thankfully the rogues had not found the money for Jasper had had a secret stronghold built into the house when he had commissioned Dan to build the house. The Sheriffs men came but they could do nothing, telling her the rogues were probably long gone. She asked around but if anyone knew anything they were not talking, maybe more in fear of retribution from those who had done it.
Mira was crushed and decided if the law was going to do nothing she would. She commissioned a new sword to be made and started taking to the forest where she knew such rogues lived. She came across many who lived out here but she was looking only for those that had killed her father. One by one she rounded them up, and would take them to Nottingham to claim the bounty that had been placed on their heads. She could not bring herself to kill, for if she did she would be no better then them. The money she received for such actions she gave directly to the peasants of Loxley, feeling some justification that she was doing something to avenge her father.
Life went on for Mira and she soon found she was good at what she did, and long after she had collected on those that had killed her father, she could be found out in the forest looking for those who had a bounty on them. What she did was simply out of a sense that it was right to rid the forest of these scoundrels. Currently she is looking for the the outlaws known as Greensleeves but she would never look for Robin Hood for in her eyes he was the rightful Earl of Loxley . .
Mira is a changed woman and now spend her days helping the peasants of the village where she can. Not just giving them money and food, rather encouraging those with a talent to trade their wares. Each week she loads up her wagon and makes the trip to Nottingham where she trades the wares and skills of the village peasants.
Most evenings she can be found sitting on the back steps of her fathers house with her sword in hand, sharpening and polishing as her fathers words swim around in her head.
“Treat a sword with respect, look after her and keep her sharp and she will stay loyal for years”.
Anything else: She owns a black stallion named Bart.
Face Claim: Aishwarya Rae
RP Sample:
Nokomis had traveled many miles and many days, Belenkia never too far away. She had set out to find answers, answers to the dreams she'd had what seemed such a long time ago now. The journey itself was uneventful. They had met only one on the way, and old man with his wagon of wares, traveling the road. She stopped to buy food and a blanket for some of the nights had grown cold.
She now stood on a hill at 4am in the morning looking down on the peaceful town of Draglope. Within this town lay the answers to the unanswered question of her dreams. The sun was just rising, but nothing stirred yet in the tiny town. She could see the Smithy from here, where once she worked, and the tiny cottage that stood beside it where her and Issac once lived. She was hesitant in going down. She knew not what she'd fine. For all she knew, she might really be guilty and as soon as she was spotted she'd be thrown in jail. But the want to find the truth drove her and she knew for better or worse, no matter the outcome, she had to know.
She sat watching the town, munching on some berries she found on the outskirts of town. She sat and watched until the sun rose, she estimated it to be 6am before she stood and made her way down the hill. She made her way to the Smithy, who had, she noticed opened up. He would have come from the back way, hence the reason she had not seen him.
Belenkia alighted on a tree that stood across from the Smithy's back entrance. Nokomis looked up at the beautiful bird, then back at the familiar lay of the back entrance to the Smithy's place. She took a few steps forward until she reached the back yard, and looked back at the bird, but Belenkia had flown off. Nokomis looked around but saw no sign of her and was startled by a voice that came from behind.
"Morning to you Miss, anything I can help you with?"
She twirled around, there stood one so like Issac, but not Issac..... all Nokomis could do was stare, words escaping her.
"Are you alright Miss, You've gone all pale, here, lemme get you a glass of water"
He stepped forward, grasping her under the elbow, and she let herself be led inside by this man who looked like Issac but wasn't. He sat her down on a stool and brought her a glass of water. She drank deep but slow, and had almost finished the glass before she found the voice to speak again.
"Forgive me, you look so much like the old Smithy who used to live here, I wonder are you perhaps related?"
He looked at her as if for the first time after she asked this question, a quizzical look in his eyes, as if he wanted to ask many questions but couldn’t find the right one to ask.
"I am Edmund, brother of Issac who used to run this place, I took over after he......" and his words died off a little "passed on from this world." Edmund's eyes watered for just a moment but he fought them back and continued, now asking her a question.
"Did you know Issac?" he simply asked.
Nokomis shrank from such a direct question, she had planned on coming in and just finding out the story discreetly, but here she was face to face with his brother, a brother she had only heard of once, never his name though. A thousand questions forced there way through her head, screaming at her to be let out. It was now her turn for the questioning eyes, the decision to make on which question to ask. She decided to play as if she knew little.
"Yes I knew Issac, he used to work here a few years back when I passed through. It is most distressing to hear he has passed on, pray tell me how it happened." Nokomis waited with baited breath, he didn't speak for a long time, and when he did, it was if though he was weighing each word he spoke very carefully.
"Issac was....." he faltered again "Issac was killed by his jealous wife I am sad to have to tell you. Sorry, but it pains me much to even talk about it. She killed him in a rage of jealousy, cause even though they had split some years before and Issac was happy with another, she took his young mistresses knife and plunged it into his heart while he lay sleeping." He stopped and took a bottle from the shelf, and even from where Nokomis sat, she could smell the alcohol. He poured himself a glass before continuing. It was like now he had started, he was compelled to tell the whole story. He drank deep and continued....
"She tried to blame his young mistress, and it did all look bad for her for a while, as it had been her knife, and she had disappeared. We never learnt what became of her, but his wife finally broke down after a week, from all the guilt I suppose, and confessed all. How she had followed them and in their love for each other, drugged his mistress and slaughtered him. She was hung from the old oak tree that stands centre of town some 3 weeks later. I came out as soon as I heard my brother had been killed and have kept this place running ever since. We never heard from his young mistress again. It is a shame for she may still be running from something she didn't do. If nothing else, she deserves to know the truth. Nokomis was her name" His voice had softened on the last sentence.
Nokomis had been so carefully listening to the story, she hadn't realise tears had sprung in her eyes as he talked. But it was the mention of her name that made her look up suddenly, making him jump, possibly for the look on her face, but who knew. He was looking at her closely now... perhaps wondering what had compelled him to tell a stranger this story.... but no, there was something else. He was looking at her in a way... could it be.....
"Are you she" he finally simply said and all she found she could do was nod.......
Many thoughts raced through Nokomis as she digested the information that Edmund had just revealed. Why he had done so was still beyond her, but he had seemed compelled to tell her. It was if he had known from the moment of seeing her, who she was, and that was maybe the reason he had for telling her the words she so wanted to hear. It had not been her that had killed Issac, she had known deep in her heart it hadn't been, but still, before hearing this news, a little bit of doubt did remain.
All the dreams, the breakdown, all now forgotten in the revelation of this news. Now the only tears she need cry would be those for her lost love. Tears for the father of a young girl who would grow up never knowing her father.
Edmund had brought her another drink, and when she drank she discovered it was rum, it burned her throat, but she swallowed. She looked again at him, not being able to find the words to say, and he too just sat looking at her, not saying a word.
Only some 10 minutes later did he finally break the silence.
"I thought you might be she after I saw the look on your face after my first words. I only continued my story for that reason, and indeed I would not speak so freely of such a subject to a stranger. So you are Nokomis. Issac spoke often of you and he was right, you are indeed very beautiful"
Nokomis blushed at these words and buried her head in her hands, crying silent tears for Issac now, the burden of her guilt she had carried since learning of the story behind the dreams now gone. He came and put his arms around her and held her tight, somehow giving her strength, for he too knew the pain she was going through. He continued speaking, but only softly, as if he was talking to a child.
"Why did you run, surely you did not have to, you must have known it would look bad for you"
She looked up into his eyes and saw herself reflected back out of them. So like Issac... It wasn't fair. She took another drink and with his arms still around her, she told him the story, starting with her dreams, and where they took her, the breakdown, the realisation of thinking she may have killed him, the forgotten memories, all of it. Then finally she told him about the little girl by the name of Arnilukka that lived in Fraglund, Isaacs daughter, the child he would never know. At this news, Edmund finally broke down and as he held her, she could feel his warm tears soak into her clothes.....
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