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= (CRP) A Changing of the Guard

--Deacon_allan_brightpoint


Allan felt consciousness returning as it did every morning. The only difference from normal was the amazing, painful headache that went with the fuzz of just-woke-up.

Allan sat up and found a distraught -looking Destini eyeing him with a bleary expression.


Brightpoint said the first thing that came to mind, "Good morning, love. Are there scones?"

Destini
All night, she had waited for him to wake. All night, she'd kept her emotions in check as she watched over him, barely daring to think about what might happen if he didn't again wake. When at last, he surfaced into the conscious world and uttered his rediculously silly request, her distraught expression turned to a wince just shy of bursting into tears. She laughed at his words as the tears rolled freely down her cheeks. He was alright! Thank Jah!

"Allan! Ye poncy Welshman! Ye had me worried sick fer ye!" She wrapped her arms about him gladly. When she pulled away, she informed him, "There arenae any scones, I'm afraid. At least, nay at present. But we may find some on shore, if ye're up to it. The storm forced us further north than intended. We're dockin' at An tInbhear Mór in Laighean before the afternoon."

Her voice was strained as she mentioned the county's name. She wondered how much Allan knew of the county of Laighean. She wondered if he knew how quiet their mission would have to be if they were to reach An Mumhain and Pagan without incident.
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--Deacon_allan_brightpoint


"Poncey?! I don't think a Welshman can *be* poncey!!" Allan objected, sitting up abruptly.

His head fogged and he winced, "Ow... diving down the companionway stairs was not a dream then. Is everyone else all in one piece? That was about the largest bloody wave I have ever seen..."


Allan tested the back of his head and found a painful lump there.

"I need to learn to stick the landing with my feet..."


Destini
She watched Allan's vision unfocus briefly and steadied him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Be easy, Allan. Ye were unconscious fer more than twelve hours."

She could do nothing to ease his pain, but she could, at least ease his mind. "The rest o' us made it through unscathed, I think. Though the captain lost several o' his crew in the wave. We've been helpin' assist in shifts. Brother Corwynn an' Richard are up there now."

Guilt welled up inside her as she watched him find what was certainly a very painful spot on his head. "'Tis my fault ye're injured. If I hadnae argued with ye about gettin' below deck when we were approachin' the storm, ye wouldnae have had to dive through at the last minute."

Ashamed, she bowed her head. "Please, forgive me."
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--Deacon_allan_brightpoint


"Forgiven," Allan replied, "Your need to know why about things is a saving grace far more often than not. Corwynn and I were shocked into spluttering speechlessness by the sight of that wave bearing in.

I am glad we made it through as well as we did.

I expect that storm blew us way off course. Any idea where we are?



And don't say on a boat..."


Destini
The fact that Allan was making an attempt at humor should have meant he was feeling better. It should have set her mind to ease that he was going to be alright. But it didn't. Destini didn't laugh. His question before the joke worried her. "Aye... the storm did knock us off course," she said slowly. Hadn't she told him that already? Her brow furrowed with worry-lines. What if Allan wasn't as alright as he seemed?

"As I said when ye woke, we'll be dockin' in the port o' An tInbhear Mór in the county o' Laighean."

Sitting on the bed beside him, she watched him carefully as she asked her next question. "Do ye nae remember me tellin' ye that?"
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--Deacon_allan_brightpoint


Allan looked blankly for a moment and then laughed at himself.

"Aye you did at that. I think the sudden burst of pain from finding the knot did a little job on remembering the words spoken seconds before that.


I think I will be taking it easy today. No more than three scuffles and two great escapes..."


Destini
"The one escape we should be worried 'bout is the one that gets us out o' Laighean," said Destini with a dour expression. "I donae know how much ye know o' the counties in Eire. I can tell ye a great deal o' Laighean ... nothin' fortunate."

She paused as she remembered the time during the Laighean War and the information that was shared by those who returned. "PEACE rules this county," she told Allan. "Donae be fooled. The name o' the political party that rules Laighean acquires their peace through silence, fear, despair, an' the hindrance o' freedom. This is Springtime's realm."

Restless, she stood and began to pace. "We must be quiet, subtle. We must blend in. The Aristotelian faith is nigh non-existant in Eire so there will be few abbeys an' churches to aid us. As much as I wish to reassure Pagan o' our arrival, we also cannae risk sendin' a pigeon to tell her we've landed or we will certainly be spotted ... which means we also cannae send word back to the cardinal." She sighed. Already, she could tell this mission would be difficult, at best.

Sharply, she looked back to Allan. "Are ye sure ye're alright? Are ye sure ye're up to this?"
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--Deacon_allan_brightpoint


Allan considered the problem a moment

"We're always subtle and quiet. Frankly, until Elias turned up my time on land during the last trip was quiet.

That said, I am well up to this. I just need to avoid all out brawls for a span.

I doubt our friends or our enemies are running around in this crazed county.

The faster we are shut of it the better. Corwynn will be a large help as he is well trained in escape and evasion in plain sight."


Allan fidgeted in the bunk, already weary of lying still. This was going to be a long day...

Destini
Allan's figeting caught her attention. Constantly in motion, Allan never seemed to sit still. Destini smiled slowly. She liked that about him. He had been much the same when he'd been stuck in a bed at the Hospital of St. Thomas. Not that she could blame him. She knew she was similar in that way.

Perhaps that was why when Allan was still, she found herself worried sick for him. He hadn't moved all night and she hadn't slept a wink. Her worry had kept her awake. He seemed fine now, but his mis-remembering earlier still had her on edge and overly-aware of his health for the moment.

He might need the rest, but given his figeting, she doubted she could keep him confined to bed until they docked. She ceased her pacing and went to his side to offer him her strength to stand if he needed it. "Shall we go topside an' see how close to dockin' we are?" she asked him.
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Faheud


Allan looked closely at Destini and noted the weariness showing. "We can go topside, but you seem as though you might make good use of a bit of shuteye before we are up and about...."


He peered at her, looking for the nonverbal signs that would belie her likely response.

"And, no, I'll not fade away from having to sti or lie still for a span..."


Destini
She opened her mouth to argue with him, but the look in his eye told her she wouldn't be successful if she tried. She had been awake for more than a day and was absolutely exhausted. Plus, how long would it be before they would be able to sleep freely again without worrying for their lives? Too long, probably.

"Aye, I am tired," she admitted to him. "An' since ye, too, need the rest whether ye admit it or nay, can I talk ye into stayin' with me?" A subtle grin crossed her face. She didn't give him a chance to respond before crawling into bed beside him and curling up with her head on his shoulder.

She was asleep in minutes.
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--Brother_corwynn


Corwynn was, as often ever the case, the first awake and off the ship when she docked.

He had not been to Eire in a long time, and never out of disguise.

There was something about the lush and vibrant green of the country side above the port town that always made him smile.

What dangers would greet their crew of dedicated souls? Same as always, he thought, unknown and many.

Corwynn walked back onto the ship to see if Richard was up and about.

--Richard.grimthorn
It was late afternoon when Grimthorn felt the ship dock. Of course, he was awake well before noon, but staying on his bunk made him feel not quite as seasick. When the ship came to a stop, or as much of a stop as ships can do when floating on the miserable ocean, Grimthorn made his way topside and was standing at the top of the gangplank when Corwynn returned to the ship. "Do you honestly think it's wise to walk about shore during the day? D'Argent could have spies everywhere for all you know." He glanced back to the companionway where Brightpoint was still below deck hopefully recovering. Despite his lack of love for the ocean, Grimthorn was perfectly happy to wait until their unconscious leader awoke before going ashore. Truth be told, he didn't want to be here anyway. "I sincerely doubt Brightpoint would be pleased if you got yourself killed so soon into this mission of yours."

--Deacon_allan_brightpoint


The ship had stopped moving.

Distant, tiny thuds when the harbor current knocked the ship against the dock.

Callous cries of crew moving cargo and supplies

Steady breathing of Destini asleep next to him.

Staccato boots on the gangplank. Corwynn?

Boots strike a cabin floor heavily nearby. Richard.

Smell of cooking and revelry in near distance. Dinner hours beginning at a seaside tavern?

Allan shook Destini's shoulder lightly and whispered, "Time to wake up. We are docked and everyone else is stirring."



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