Full tale begins from: Tales of Their Past - Fænge-Nædl
Continuation of: Tales of Their Past - The Morning's Calm II
When Ægáldred went to chase after Lilliadil that morning Meadowyn shifted over to stand beside Meadwine. Both leaning upon the fencing. Meadwine continued to eat, slower now. "Does he know?" Asked Meadwine. Meadowyn shook her head, "He does not, his pride is too great now to think so." She said. Meadwine looked to her and shrugged his shoulders, "Some pride is no ill thing." He said in turn, Meadowyn smiled, and it seemed that the matter began to bother her less. "Yea," She started, "You are right. I can only hope that he does naught of folly when we leave, he can be unpredictable at times." Meadwine laughed softly at this, "Worst of all he does so in a foolish way."
"Far too--..." Her words were cut off when she caught a guardsman on his way to the gates to begin his duty for the day, his eyes seemed fixed on her as he walked by. She could not guess why he was staring at her in this way, she lifted a brow, for she had never been the one for such attention. At that moment Meadwine looked up from his stew and noticed what was happening. And so he looked back over to Meadowyn and noticed that her gown loosed a bit, revealing some skin. He cleared his throat and gave her a gesture to it. She looked down at herself and cleared her throat roughly, fixing up her gown, and tightening the strings. She cursed once or twice, and shook her head. When she looked up the guardsman had already gone by them, however, he did cast a glance over his shoulder to her and to his dismay he received a scowl, along with a rude gesture in turn. Meadwine laughed again. He finished what was in his bowl and pushed it aside.
Meadowyn looked at him with a frown, "It is no jest," she said, "you most of all know how much I hate it when they do that."
"Aye, I do," Said Meadwine, "It comes with being a woman. Some would say that you are blessed, yet you shall say that you are cursed instead." She snorted and turned to go inside, "I will return in a moment," she excused herself. Meadwine watched her go inside and shrugged his shoulders. His eyes then began to look upon the town now in some more of the morning's light. More folk were waking up, it grew somewhat lively, and there were some children running down the streets, playing their games.
Meadowyn returned some moments later, her face was then a bit grumpy as she came to lean against the fencing, her drapes were then hanging upon her shoulders, wholly concealing her chest. "Do you remember what I did to that man in the tavern who was bold with his hands?" She asked, and with an "Aye." Meadwine replied. Even so, she still went on to explain the memory. "He deserved it. His hands went whither they did not belong and he thought that he would get away with it. Nay, not by me. I went after him, feigning to be some wench. The mere sham disgusted me, but it was necessary, very necessary. I Got his attention, easily. 'Hello there, pretty,' he said to me. I gave him a smile that seemed sweet, perhaps gentle, and took his hand. Even caressed it. 'The way that you grabbed me... just then.' I said to him. And then SNAP! I took his finger and raised it very much higher than it was supposed to go. He cried loud, and I saw tears slip from his eyes. He sought to pull his hand away, but he could not. My grasp was tight. Then I continued, 'I did not like it. If ever you do aught of the likings again, then my wrath shall be more painful.' Looking at his weeping, and tears... I had no pity for him. Then again SNAP! I put his finger back where it was supposed be. He cried again, but turned his back to me, and so left the tavern. I doubt that he would try a move so bold again." And so she gave a cruel smile, delighting the memory.
Meadwine laughed lightly, "Aye, I remember it well. He deserved punishment, and you were the one to give it." He said. He put his forearms down onto the fence, and stooped. The sound of children's laughter so early in the morning had awoken him wholly, and he smiled, and lifted his gaze to look upon the nigh clear blue sky.
Meadowyn could only smile as she looked upon him, "It is nice is it not?" She asked, Meadwine did not understand immediately, "To be home. Even if it is for a short time, I miss these folk. Mother, Father, our sisters, even Eggy." Meadwine then raised a brow as he looked to her, "You saying that you miss your sisters is not a usual thing" They both laughed, and it seemed as though a sound was heard from behind them, inside the house. And there was. The folk inside began to stirr. "Aye. Even them, they are different to me, and they speak much, but I love them nonetheless." She said, and so she gestured to the house and the two of them went inside to greet their family, and spend what time they had left that day with them.
