Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Earth - Somewhere

Posted by Civilian Ragna Idun Edman (Future Citizen) in Earth - Somewhere

Posted by Civilian Seamus McKenzie (Future Citizen) in Earth - Somewhere

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Ragna stirred, inhaling deeply and then slowly letting it out as her head pounded like a distant cadence drum from a ship just out of sight. Her head felt tender, like a muscle that was over strained and wasn’t allowed to rest after. Wood smoke…she smelled wood smoke, which wasn’t strange, but different wood gave off a different scent and this didn’t smell like home. A band of icy cold across her face, she reached up and pulled the compress away. She opened her eyes slowly expecting light to great her overly sensitive eyes, but the room…no…the house was dark, the fire banked and the curtains closed. There was a moment of confusion and then remembrance: Seamus McKenzie. She inhaled slowly…food…there was food, and her stomach both growled and rebelled. She was in his bed! She sat up too quickly a swayed. Holding onto the edge of the bed frame she forced her eyes open, finding his across the room.

Ragna Edman, I got hit by a train

“Breakfast… Ragna. Please, come sit. Tea is ready, as well.” he said from his seat at the table. Angus was laying at his feet. He looked over and gave her a half smile. “I hope… sincerely hope… you feel better. I know you had a hard night.” He nodded his head towards the door.

Ragna resisted the urge to swallow against the quickly firing nerve endings when he said her name. She’d had a half a moment to hope it had just been the intense on set of the migraine, but no such chance. She glared at Angus, lying at his feet like it wasn’t all his fault she was sheltered in this house with…swallow…Seamus McKenzie. She swung her feet to the floor with care and after making sure the room wouldn’t spin she stood up and made the short distance to the table and sat. She bit her lower lip, “Some,” her voice was soft and low, tense, “I feel like if I blink wrong it will come back full force,” and that was the reason for the tension. She picked up the tea and sipped it, closing her eyes for the heat and aroma. “Thank you, Seamus.”

“Storm’s still going, I’m ‘fraid. But maybe we could go over those documents you brought in more detail? Nice way to… pass tha time, as it were.”

Seamus McKenzie, Anything To Get Her To Stay

Regna started to nod and thought better of it. “Anything you want to know. There is a lot there.” She felt better discussing it with him today knowing he was the clan Marshal and not just the game warden. His position as Marshal carried a lot of weight politically and it meant he would be familiar or at least understand the repercussions of the information she’d brought. She looked around, the house was impressive. “Is it built on an ancient foundation or is it all original?”

Ragna Edman, Is this where they had lived?

Seamus looked around at the house and smiled. “I built the house, but the foundation…” and he looked at her, his eyes sparkling, “… the foundation has been here since, oh… probably the mid to late ninth century. There was a house here once… some McKenzie lived here. So I thought it only fitting that another do the same.”

Seamus McKenzie, Living (In or On) History

She reached for a slice of the bread and spread butter on it. She avoided the honey. Local honey, and she was sure it was local, had amazing medicinal properties, but it carried all the local pollen and allergens. Now that was great, but the last thing she wanted was to deal with adjusting to allergens and a migraine. She ate slowly waiting to see how her stomach was going to react to the bread. When she was sure her stomach and her head weren’t going to argue with each other, she took potatoes and eggs as well.

9th century....it was the right time period, right location…”Have you had the foundation professionally dated? Are there any other ruins in the area?” She turned leaning over slightly to stare intently at the floor, her eyes scanning along the hearth the door way and the joins of the wall. “Did you find any marks on the foundations stones before you started building?” She was fascinated and there was an animation returning to her, she loved history, and studying it first hand.

Ragna Edman, This would help SO much