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elingregoryToo sleepy to write any more tonight but I have over 16k and hope to make up the count tomorrow afternoon once the weekly shop is done. Tonight I will take some tea to bed and make NOTES of what I want to happen tomorrow.
For now though, here's a random rambly snippet:
Cynfal watched the situation build, was even responsible for some of it, but at the end of the day even in retrospect could not see how any of it could have been prevented.
“I’m sick of the lot of you,” Cynon raged. “You were told to fetch firewood not start a war. Especially not a war with troops one and two and even more especially not with the prince’s Companions. Until you can be trusted to behave responsibly we can’t remain in the dun. Be ready to leave at first light. Use what remains of today to get ready. Draw oats from the stores for yourselves and your mounts. Enough for a fist of days.”
Aeddan swore quietly and Cynfal glanced at him then stepped forward. “What about the injured?” he asked. “For some of them riding in this weather could be dangerous.”
Cynon’s lips thinned and he tapped his clenched fist twice against his thigh before replying. “The wounded must remain here. Greid, you stay too. Yes I know it’s only a flesh wound but,” his voice rose to a shout again, “a fucking tree fell on you! And don’t think I won’t be having words with Hyfaidd about that.”
His voice rang in the icy air. They all stood in silence until the echo died away then someone sighed and another groaned as the air filled with drifting white flakes.
“Excellent,” Cynon snarled. “Practice in winter travel and manoeuvres. Just what we need. You’d all better pack an extra blanket. Go on, get out of my sight. Not you, Cynfal. Nor you!” Cynon reached, grabbing Gwion by the shoulder. “I need to talk to you both.”
Sweet dreams
For now though, here's a random rambly snippet:
Cynfal watched the situation build, was even responsible for some of it, but at the end of the day even in retrospect could not see how any of it could have been prevented.
“I’m sick of the lot of you,” Cynon raged. “You were told to fetch firewood not start a war. Especially not a war with troops one and two and even more especially not with the prince’s Companions. Until you can be trusted to behave responsibly we can’t remain in the dun. Be ready to leave at first light. Use what remains of today to get ready. Draw oats from the stores for yourselves and your mounts. Enough for a fist of days.”
Aeddan swore quietly and Cynfal glanced at him then stepped forward. “What about the injured?” he asked. “For some of them riding in this weather could be dangerous.”
Cynon’s lips thinned and he tapped his clenched fist twice against his thigh before replying. “The wounded must remain here. Greid, you stay too. Yes I know it’s only a flesh wound but,” his voice rose to a shout again, “a fucking tree fell on you! And don’t think I won’t be having words with Hyfaidd about that.”
His voice rang in the icy air. They all stood in silence until the echo died away then someone sighed and another groaned as the air filled with drifting white flakes.
“Excellent,” Cynon snarled. “Practice in winter travel and manoeuvres. Just what we need. You’d all better pack an extra blanket. Go on, get out of my sight. Not you, Cynfal. Nor you!” Cynon reached, grabbing Gwion by the shoulder. “I need to talk to you both.”
Sweet dreams
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Date: 2011-11-11 05:43 pm (UTC)