(1313-01-14) I have dibs on my brother, not you!
Summary: Soft discussion about Gotlanders with Gotlander in the Gotland suite.
RL Date: 1-14-2021
Related: None
elin saoirse 

Gotland Suite — Ambassador Tower

Reflections of the resident's home country are more subtle touches to the interior. Such as the fur-lined cloak of a more grounded style tossed over the back of a chair, good craftsmanship in the garment and fine embroideries that are more simplistic in the ornaments used; courtly garments of good workmanship and simple elegance that fill the wardrobe of cherry wood, as opposed to the more daring and playful d'Angeline styles.

Furniture and curtains at the windows are of the splendid grandeur as befits the chambers at the ambassador tower on the palace grounds. Timber of reddish hue has used to craft the three chairs, the table, the desk in the study and also the four poster bed in the adjoining bedroom. Walls are covered with light green damask, and the dark wooden floor has a few carpets from Alba and even Ephesium to provide a certain comfortable and elegant air. Bed sheets and pillows are of white linen, all orderly arranged, beneath a fine woven rug showing a scene of Gotlandish myths and legends.

When looking out of the windows, you see: It is a winter morning. The weather is cold and clear.


Saoirse is laying by the fire on her belly reading over parchments of the day. It really is her favorite place to be during the winter. On the mass of furs by the fire, so comfy. So soft. So warm. Just cozy. There's some warm apple cider that's made and a mug nearby she's been occasionally sipping from. She wiggles her rear which has her little dilute calico cat on it, swaying on it, holding her paws down on the sides to not fall off. She'll stop allowing the cat to settle, then wiggle sending her bracing, then stop and do it all over again to tease the little cat. Eventually the cat stands up, falls off her ass onto her back upon Saoirse's back and looks shocked how she got there, before wiggling down to flop onto the fur that Saoirse is on, standing up and shaking her head. Amaideach (the cat) sits on her butt with purpose, looking about considering what to do.

Elin came into the suite from the outside, and stares at Saoirse and Amaideach. "You know, someday that cat will turn on you." She didn't really believe that, but it sufficed for an intro to conversation. Taking her cloak off, she put it on the back of a chair, and draped herself over the front.

Saoirse looks over with a stroking of her fingertips to Amaideach whom churrs totally unexpecting the touching "Whhuuuuuuuuuurrraaaaa?". "Oh, she's a pretty good-natured little one. I don't think we have anything to worry about for quite some time." She sits up tucking her legs to the side of her. "How are you doing Princess Elin? Settling in okay? Did you sleep well? It can be a little difficult when you leave your homeland at first."

"Better than the ship." Elin gave a smirk. "It was okay. I didn't sleep well, as you well know." She didn't say it, but her parents sending her away to find a man, irked her.

Saoirse shakes her head softly with just as soft of a smile. "Well..I just arrived a short while ago myself. For the same reason, to learn diplomacy, and to find a husband. I by all means did not expect to find one so soon. I came over because I was bored one night, and just kind of ended up..not leaving since. I'm told it's rare that one truly loves their spouse. It's usually obligation, but I've had a very charmed life. It would be nice to be in love with the one that claims my body and my children. Egil treats me well, indulges me and we're a bit silly to one another, but it's been rather fun so far."

"So you say." Elin does not think that makes up for her situation. "My parents couldn't say it for themselves. They left it to Egil. They can't have missed the fact that we have never told a lie to one another. Why? That is what I would like to know." And with the winter storms coming, it's not like she could go back and confront them. No, they were very clever. Besides, Egil still had this.. girl.. to check out.

Saoirse smile slowly grows "Because they were being rather clever. If they told you before hand you would have been angry, and could have caused havok, or stomped off and caused trouble to go and find you. I managed to avoid being sent to Terre d'Ange for about 6 years or so, I worked with the people to improve farming processes, to improve organization of farming, I learned economics and found where we were just wasting coin. I managed delay year after year until there was a time when I couldn't. The great catting of Eire Castle."

Elin sighs at Saoirse. "I wouldn't come. Period. Despite you." She frowns. "Are you always so.. chipper?"

Saoirse nods softly "Usually yes. Come, join me by the fire? Would you like a sip of cider?" Amaideach stares at the new woman curiously. Oh, she should come and play! Saoirse explains "I like to think that life is an adventure, it is what you make of it. If you choose to follow the paths to where they lead it can be quite the adventure you didn't think you would have. Just imagine, you get to see things never seen before, meet people. Maybe you get to to punch a few, maybe you might find one or two worthy to take between your legs or between the sheets. But the adventure, the journey - is yours to make. To enjoy. To succeed in or fail, embrace that journey with both hands."

Reluctantly, Elin changed her seat, for a pile of rugs closer to the fire. Her slit skirt, (think of wide leg pants), were easy to drape under her crossed legs. "You know, Egil cares about you." Very carefully. "I was happy at home. I'm afraid I couldn't care less about the men who were paraded around me. I don't expect much different there." Besides, they were foreigners!

Saoirse nods softly "I know. And I care about him. It's not about if we love one another, or lust. It's about if I am a fit to be a queen of your people. And your going to be important in that decision. And I advise you to choose carefully, honestly. And report your honest response to your father for you know the time will come. If I am not the fit, then say so. Your people are more important than one's love."

She considers the woman "Your quite beautiful you know. Strong, willful, determined. Don't be afraid of that, it can be frightening moving into a room and all eyes are on you. Your afraid to say the wrong thing, any little movement wrong. I encourage you not to care. To be yourself, but listen to others. Take advice, critism. And you will grow, you will navigate the complex social interactions and as you eventually move with pride, as well as social grace they will realize you are a force to be reckoned with. A spirit of Gotland."

Elin laughs softly. "That's all? Do you think I care what they think about me?" In a roundabout way she kind of did. "And if I don't want to? They're foreigners." Like you. "If I don't want my own people, what makes you think I would want a foreigner?"

Saoirse shakes her head "You say that, but when you walk into a ball and everyone looks at you with disgust because of something you did or said. You will feel that weight. And it's horrible. In battle you can fight fiercely. But politics is a battlefield of which you are ill-equipped. That's why we're all here. To learn that kind of warfare."

She smiles knowingly "Well. I never thought I'd be trying to marry a Gotlander, but he's sweet, and strong, and he teases me, and takes my teasing, and I love spending time with him. I never thought he'd complement me and I him. But it seems to work. If I never thought that, just imagine when your caught by surprise. There is different ways of courage, strength. And you'll see that in time."

Saoirse shakes her head "I don't know, but if your anything like Egil it's like a walking arsenal of whirlwind of death and dismemberment. I couldn't even get him to leave his axes here when we went to the ball. So I'm just assuming that his sister is equally as skilled. You certainly have the look. Though I'll admit I've not studied war, or much in politics, or seen a battle. My interest was in getting people to work together. To work with the Faeries instead of against them. To keep the peace."

"Yes," Elin begins to speak, softly. "I carry blades. Not as obvious as those my brother uses. My father was adamant that I should know them. Do you see anything on my body that depicts an axe, or a sword?" She waits for Saoirse to have the time to look over her. "My father saw my brother, and his longing for battle, so I was his mirror twin. He was brawn. I was brains. Make certain that you know who you are talking to when you offer advice." She grins, then. "He really needed me. Blades to a ball? Here?"

Saoirse blushes furiously "Ah well..I did not say I was particularly /adept/ at politics." She points at Elin "I have something better, get 'ir Amaideach!" The cat looks back at Saoirse "Whuuuur?" she churrs. Then jumps up and hops a few times, running for Elin and jumping up with her paws (but not her claws) up and travels right /by/ Elin landing and flopping onto her side next to her. She sits up, trying to put her paws on Elin with an excited "Whhhaaaaaaa?".

Saoirse laughs as she watches her small cat. "Well..yes. I think he'd take them to the baths too. I've tried to convince him a few times if we're just going out to eat, but..well. There's no disuading him. Though..maybe you could convince him to stop purchasing subtly shrinking outfits to wear? That man."

Elin looked at Saoirse, and made a decision. "I must remember in our culture you are the man the people can see. So, blades are part of you. With whatever you may hold, you have to weild." Again she looks over and makes a decision. "My brother was going to need me. Politics were difficult for him. I suppose if he were to pick a bride, he would do well to choose you."

Amaideach the cat flops over on her side as she doesn't make it up on Elin, and instead rolls around in a full circle. Then lays there. Attacking hard!

Saoirse blushes horribly and stammers "R..r…really? Reall…you mean it?" She puts her hand over her chest with a "Awwwww." Is this a hug moment? Well…prooooobly not. "And he's always going to need you. Just because he marries, doesn't mean that he's the King and I'm the Queen, I hope your father has a long and glorious rule. I'm sure you have traits that are very useful to Egil."

Aw, she took it the wrong way. (The right way, really, but Elin is not going to give up so easily!!) "Don't get cocky. You still have a long way to prove yourself. Consider this a probationary test." But Elin can't help giving a nod with a grin. "Now for me. What do you think we should do about me?"

Saoirse nods softly "Oh, absolutely of course." She tilts her head a bit looking curious, always wearing her expressions at face value. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean?"

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