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

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

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

Seamus leaned forward and grinned at her.

“How much do ya trust me, lass?”

Trust? The word sent butterflies winging around her stomach, and as always when Ragna was nervous, she never knew what might pop out of her mouth, “We’ll see how your actions speak for you.” But she was intrigued…

He stood up and came around to her side. “So… you’re gonnae wanna see this.” He put his hand on her elbow and said “Steady. Now come here.” He led her to the corner of the room where there was a large chest sitting on the floor. He let go of her elbow and made sure she was steady. He moved the chest and beckoned her over.

She grinned, excited to see what it was he was going to show her, so focused on it she didn’t notice his hand on her elbow right away. She moved closer and stared down at the symbol etched into the foundation stone.

There, on the corner stone, was a carving in the stone. It was well worn, but legible. A round shield behind a crossed sword and an axe. The sword seemed to be a claymore… much like Seamus’s. The axe was more Nordic, a bearded axe similar to the ones used by the Viking raiders of the era.

“I could never find any reference to it, so I don’t know who it represents.”

Seamus McKenzie, Full of Secrets

Ragna mouth formed a small “O” of surprise and then her ice blue eyes sparked. “Hand me my bag. Hurry up!” She actually snapped her fingers at him. She sank down onto the floor, reached into the bag, pulling out a very small brush and began to work the gravel and loose stone away from the etching. It was old and warn down, dirt worked into it from years of being covered, uncovered by the elements, and then hidden again. She worked for several minutes until she was happy with how clear she’d gotten it. She reached in to her bag and pulled out an actual piece of paper and a piece of charcoal. She layed he paper down and began to rub the charcoal over the etching slowly and meticulously until the very fine details of it appeared on the paper. She took the padd and began to take pictures, a corner of the stone was loose and she took pictures of removing it and then dropped the piece into a small canister. Then she held up the etching and stared at it. Her face went both very very pale, and her eyes lit up. She looked up at him. “Congratulations Marshal McKenzie, you just ensured the security of your clan for generations to come.”

Ragna Edman, This is Amazing and Terrifying