Full tale begins from: Tales of Their Past - Fænge-Nædl
Continuation of: Tales of Their Past - The Morning's Calm I
"I liked what you did when you bent your ire into your strike." She smirked, "Who did you learn that from - hm?" Ægáldred showed a row of teeth in a smile as he seemed to chuckle, "My beloved Sister, that is who." he answered. She raised a brow hummed her acknowledgement, continuing to eat meanwhile.
"I hope that Brother will not hate me." He said, breaking the silence.
"Do not think Brother to be so cruel. Though you ever have. He is no bad man, he has honour among the highest, and perhaps you only do not wish to see this through spite." Her words were wise. Her head was stooped slightly over her bowl, chewing softly. One may say that in her own she had always been protective of Ægáldred. She had always seen him as a child that is prone hurts, and ever sought to pull him from them. This he did not know, nor did he think to see, as that is how Ægáldred thought when it came to his family. He often only remembered the ways in which they wronged him.
"You are right," he said with a sigh, aknowledging her wisdom, "in truth I miss the both of you when you are gone. Grimslade is not as it was. Men... and women go to war, and the rest of us linger here in wait for a day in which we shall hear word of them. Whether it is grim or good." Meadowyn seemed to laugh at this, though unbitterly, and a smile was on her face. She shook her head with some amusement. "I hope that you do not mistake grim for good, Brother," before Ægáldred could scowl at her for her laughter, "I know, you are not jesting. But I am. Take heart, little Brother, for your Bother and I have been through much together. And if you think that he and I are going to surrender tormenting you every day that we get to see you - then you are mistaken." Her words were kind-hearted and a smile upon her face. And a contagious one it was, for Ægáldred also took up this smile.
At that moment there was twilight upon the horizon and the folk of Grimslade began to stir. A chicken cried loud through the town, and some doors began to open. Folk stepped from them with weary stumbles in their steps and a yawn from their mouths as they began their daily errands.
Then they heard footsteps coming from the behind them where the door of their house was, and out came Meadwine himself. He stifled a soft yawn as he approached the two who happily greeted him with a smile. "There is stew!" said Meadowyn, lifting her bowl, "Eggy made it!" To which Meadwine gave a silly smile and turned to go inside in order to get his own fill.
Ægáldred is sometimes referred to as 'Eggy' among his siblings, for his name bears two meanings. The first being - Dreaded Burning Land, or island, or body of water. And the second being - Dreaded Burning Egg. His siblings find it amusing to make good natured mockery of the latter.
"Not ever the keenest of us." laughed Ægáldred, to which Meadowyn agreed, "Yea, perhaps he was more concerned of the door opened than his own stomach." They shook their heads in amusement. "He is a good brother, Ægáldred." She said to him and pat him on his shoulder.
Meadwine returned to their company, he too lacking his shoes and seeming not to care for it. Meadowyn still had her hair secured by a circlet, it was less effort for her, and she did not wish to look like a mess. Ægáldred seemed to be neat, prepared for his day. Unlike his other two siblings. Meadwine went to stand upon Ægáldred's right side, while Meadowyn was on his left, and she look over to the two with a curious smile on her lips. Meadwine, however, seemed more concerned for his stomach than his company and so Ægáldred and Meadowyn exchanged a meaningful glance among one another.
"So Brother," Began Ægáldred, "Are you well?"
Meadwine was chewing one some meat and seemed thoughtful. The question seemed strange to him, and he wished to know where the intent of it came from. He swallowed and his spoon dipped once more into his stew, scooping up some meat within it. "Nay," he answered, "not until I have finished eating. And until then, brother, leave me be." his words were kind-hearted and jestfull. They laughed together. "Never were you the most graceful in the mornings, Meadwine." Said Meadowyn.
"Graceful? Nay. Hungry? Aye!" Cheered Meadwine as he continued, and once more they laughed together. The three of them were in a pleasant state. Happy in each other's pressence.
Then suddenly Ægáldred's eye picked up a figure that was coming down the path. By then the sun began to shed some gracious light upon the fields of the Riddermark, and the town was lit in yellow, and shadows were long. Birds were singing merry songs in the trees, and flying from place to place on their own errands. It was Lilliadil who was coming, and Ægáldred could only but smile at this. Meadwine was too busy eating. But Meadowyn noticed his glance and gave him a pat on his shoulder and a gesture that said 'Go'. He smiled at her and hoisted himself over the fence, causing Meadwine's bowl to shake a little upon it. "Eggy!" He exclaimed, grabbing his bowl and then watching Ægáldred hurry off and eventually disappear around a corner in pursuit. The Meadowyn went to stand closed to Meadwine, her bowl being empty. She smiled at the way which Ægáldred went.
Continuation: Tales of Their Past - Words and Weapons
