Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Astounding Discovery: Day 14

Word Count: 84,002

Summary of Events:
Chapter 27:
Adaire's young friend Aínérí introduced Adaire to some of his clan members and ended up getting Adaire some lessons in O'Enneirey dancing. Saoirse talked with one of her aunts about Gíwllyn and Sgémoíse and got the impression she should choose Gíwllyn.
Chapter 28:
Adaire was taken by Donnchádh to meet a 109 year old member of the Sithneigh clan and told the man his lineage, in hopes of finding out if he was O'Enneirey or not. Saoirse went out for a walk on the beach alone for a bit . . .

"She was walking along the shore on tiptoe, leaving small tiptoe footprints in the sand, to be washed away by the waves when and if they came up high enough to catch them now with the tide out.
Adaire wanted — being as they were alone — to stride right up to her, embrace her in his arms, and wrap his lips around hers; but based on the observations he'd made of her so far, Adaire knew that wouldn't work.
Unlike the women he'd gotten to know over his voyage, she was not a romantic, passionate woman, she was not like a cat, savouring touch and affection; she was more like a butterfly that had to be approached carefully, lest it be frightened off, and once it was in grasp, handled carefully, lest it be completely destroyed.
Carefully and quietly Adaire climbed down to be on the sand and started slowly and silently toward her as she walked toward the corner. Adaire made sure to keep a long pace's distance between them, even though he wanted to touch her, wrap his arms around her, and the whole rest of it.
She kept on walking toward the corner where the small bay ended and turned down toward where Adaire found toward the piece of the lifeboat. Arriving at the corner, she stopped and lowered her feet slightly; then she started to turn around.
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At the sigh of a figure in her peripheral vision, Saoirse froze. She slowly took the figure in out the corners of her eyes. It was a man, a young man Saoirse had never seen before; he had neatly combed blonde hair, green eyes, a noble, well-chiseled face, his skin was bronzy hued and it smoothly undulated over his muscles like the ocean waves, except not moving.
His trousers didn't bear the pattern of any tartan — although Saoirse thought they should bear the Sithneigh tartan — they were just plain brown trousers, but they were well made.
Saoirse turned the rest of the way around and looked at him in full. He stood still, and it was only by the gentle and slightly subtle rise and fall of his chest that she knew he was alive — along with the occasional blinking.
He looked a rather strong man, although not as strong as Peíre and her brághres, but of course nothing said he did the same work as they did, and it wasn't like he was an absolute weakling either.
However, it was the nobility of his face that attracted Saoirse's gaze the most; he looked like he was of the king's house, his jaw looked noble, with pronounced, but not overly sharp corners; his cheekbones were also noticeable, but not specifically sharp.
His nose was straight and slim, his lips were nicely full and deep pink, and his eyes of deep green caused Saoirse great intrigue. His gaze showed a deep longing and affection, along with curiosity, and in the depths of it all, a haunted pain."

Aínérí: aynehree

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