Post by Conan Breandan on Jul 28, 2014 19:21:34 GMT -5
Conan's scowl deepened, but his grip only tightened momentarily during the girl's struggle, to remind her he wasn't that easy to get rid of.
"Ain't mine, V." The door swung shut behind them. "Found 'er onna streets." He gave the girl a slight shove in Maebh's direction. Not many knew it anymore, but he still had a soft spot for littles. He was the eldest, and he'd always held a sense of responsibility for the well-being of his younger sibs. Even as his lack of magic became apparent and left him bitter.
"Cailin, this is my sister, Maebh." Conan provided a gruff introduction, silently daring his younger sister to say anything. There was a brief pause that stretched into an awkward silence. Finally the scent of fresh bread, so prevalent in the house, prompted him to break the silence.
Post by Maebh Breandan-Pike on Aug 7, 2014 20:38:25 GMT -5
A stray. The girl was filthy. Her clothes were rags. It was amazing the chit hadn't froze to death. There was still some snow on the ground. Maebh wanted to hug the little waif tightly and coo over her. She fought that urge. The little urchin would probably bite her. Not that V would blame the girl. V and Conan were complete strangers. It was probably against the girl's instincts to even come here. V knew the type. The independent street rat was common among gypsies. She was definitely gypsy. Funny, she kind of looked like Conan had when he'd been little.
V frowned when she Conan introduced the girl as Girl in Irish. Ignorance. Or was it? Sometimes orphans weren't given actual names because they would most likely die on the streets. This one lived though.
"Well, ye welcome here but ye have to bath." V said matter of factly.
"You mean, I feed her." V pointed out with a grin. She beckoned them to follow her into the kitchen, where fresh bread was cooling on the counter. V grabbed a knife, cutting board and the loaf and handed it to Conan.
"Slice the bread." She directed. V began to rummage in her larder for supplies. She pulled out some cooked meat for sandwiches and some fruit.
"Eat first and then we'll get ye cleaned up."
Cai:
Cai stumbled forward when Conan pushed her. She managed to correct her balance. She glared at him over her shoulder her eyes narrowing. Not nice. She wanted to kick him but she didn't. He brought her here. She was curious but wary. Why was his sister being nice to her? She didn't know they were related. Cailin was a nothing. A stranger in their home. Maybe they wanted to use her? Maybe this was a bad idea and she should never have come. But then again maybe this was fate? Maybe she should take a chance. They seemed nice. At least Maebh did. Cailin trusted her instincts and she felt safe here. Sort of. She didn't get any bad vibes and she was so tired of running. She had come so far to find her Da and she didn't want to give up because she was scared. Not when she was so close. She had to tell them who she was. If she didn't know she might never. But first she wanted food. Maybe a bath and some clothes. That way if they did kick her out cus they didn't believe her then it wouldn't be for not.
Post by Conan Breandan on Aug 7, 2014 21:42:51 GMT -5
Conan winked at his sister, an easy smile lighting his face. "Ah, an' 'tis right ye are." He agreed amiably enough, following the two into the kitchen, where loaf, knife and board were thrust at him. The bread smelled delicious, and conscious of his sister's rules, he carefully washed his hands before starting to slice, taking a moment to snitch the heel of the loaf.
"Ach, an' ye've a fine auld spread there, lassie." He brought up his most exaggerated, out of proportion accent. The crowds loved it, Merlin alone knew why. It was atrocious. Quick fingers filched a piece of meat, disappearing it until he pulled it from thin air right in front of Cai's nose and presented it to her.
Post by Maebh Breandan-Pike on Aug 8, 2014 19:27:51 GMT -5
At the sound of the performance voice, Maebh picked up a piece of apple she had just cut and tossed it at her brother.
"Stop with the brogue, there's no audience here," V said in slight exasperation. Conan always thought he had to perform even among family. It was tiresome.
She watched as her brother did some of his "magic". He could almost trick her into believing he was gifted. And he was. Just not in the way he wanted to be.
"Clean your hands lass, their filthy." Maebh said in her best motherly commanding tone, with just a bit of softness. Who was this strange little girl who appeared out of nowhere. While she was obviously gypsy she didn't seem to be around here. Her accent was a little off. Not from these parts. Central Europe perhaps? France maybe?
The little girl glared at her defiantly, her brows furrowing. V didn't back down and instead pointed at the wash bin in front of her. Cai dragged her feet but washed her hands, her eyes never leaving V. She wanted to keep the woman in her eye sight. Neither female trusted each other yet. Although the older woman was kind enough. When Cai washed her hands she plucked the piece of meat from Conan and ate it. She climbed back on the stool, perched on the end, in case she needed to flee.
Post by Conan Breandan on Aug 8, 2014 20:10:21 GMT -5
“Ach, but th’ audience is e’ermore.” Conan deftly caught the apple slice in his mouth, sticking his tongue out at V as one cheek bulged with apple. He munched on the slice as he filched another from beneath his sister’s blade. That did bring back memories, of him teaching her the way of the blade, how well she had taken to it. She faced down Cailin, winning in a silent war as the child started to wash her hands. She was small, but he figured her for around 10 or 11.
"Why ye do'n this?" She asked him.
“Ah’m no stranger ta young lads an’ lassies.” He told her, an answer that wasn’t really an answer. On the roads, the Breandans had often suffered hard times, and plentiful food was a precious and rare gift in his childhood. It didn’t help that his parents had had way too many children for their own good, so many that they never were quite full.