This isn't the vanilla 100 Themes. I'm mixing various variations of them, depending on what particular theme I like best. This was almost "Chores", but I decided "Introduction" would be better.
Moment One: Introductions
All in all, Cellach found Brother Aiden rather underwhelming, considering his reputation.
But then, the brother wasn't easily impressed. A young man in his early twenties, he'd come to the Abbey of Kells to devote his life to Christ, leaving his mother, father and sister behind. He'd heard about the apprentice of Collum-Cille, who was arguably one of the greatest illuminators of their time.
He didn't know what he'd expected, but the man standing next to the Abbot wasn't it.
Brother Aiden was short. He was far shorter than Cellach (granted, the vast majority of people where shorter than Cellach), shorter than the Abbot, and shorter than the Mother Superior of the nearby nunnery that had come to welcome him. His hair was long and mostly white, though at that time there were still some streaks of black. He was slightly built, not very strong, and he wasn't very striking as far as his features. If Cellach hadn't known the man was Brother Aiden, he wouldn't have noticed him at all.
All in all, it was a rather disappointing moment.
Aiden must have noticed, because later, he came into the Scriptorium. Silent, like a cat, he crept up behind the younger man as he sketched out trees and deer.
"Very clean strokes, little brother," he said cheerfully. Cellach jumped, the quill splattering ink across the page. Aiden cringed. "Hate it when that happens."
Cellach scowled, then shrugged. "Just a scribbling." He turned and surveyed the small man critically. "So." He stood, abruptly towering over the older brother. The corners of Aiden's lips twitched. "You're Brother Aiden, are you?"
"I am." He replied, grinning slightly. He held out his hand, his blue eyes sparkling. "Good to meet you, little brother."
"Cellach," the tall Irishman clarified, grasping Aiden's hand in his. "Brother Cellach."