Well, today's rather slow...
AnonChan1: I have a small scene where the men of the village kinda get together and summarize the past year she's been with them. And she eventually did get her toes set when she had to start chopping logs, so nothing too bad! And her's the thing, thank god for the websites (just add a dot com) Babble and Behindthename for these guys's names. Eryn means peace, Attie means strength of a bear (guess who'll be getting that nickname!), Noland means noble/famous, and Donald means Ruler of all, so if a person's not canon, I usually go there for names, and I intend to have a meaning behind each one! Oh, and Alma means good! And she would fight some of the men in the village just to mess with them and I could never forget those guys! And yes, aaaaaall the bros! And I think that as time goes on, a few nations don't have to study languages ver much because their citizens know the languages (I loved that US headcanon (I'm trash :P)). And LL has had to learn very quickly, and she's taught her brothers to do stuff too, so she'd have a basic idea! And his pride will be crushed, but not as bad as when the village realizes he tried to kill her!
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Note: Edited (12/3/16)
Donald snarled showing his yellow teeth, and he charged. Alma grinned and parried the harsh blow and sidestepped, "You remind me of a few Roman soldiers I've taken down. Have you ever fought a Roman, Donald?" The man growled as he seemed to swing his blade wildly, but she knew better, sidestepping where she couldn't block.
"Stop moving," The man snarled, pushing forward, causing Alma to grin.
"Oh, I haven't had this much fun in a while, you fucking ass." The vein in Donald's forehead bulged and he roared.
Eryn's eyes watched in little horror as she saw her husband fight the woman who had taken a spot in Attie's life, "Alma, don' kill 'im!"
Donald's eyes flashed over to her, as he turned, "Bitch, you should worry about me killin' 'er! No' the other wa' 'round!" The woman shrunk but said nothing more.
A sword's broadside hit him on the side of the head, "Don't talk to Eryn like that, you angry pig!" The sailor took a wild swing to try and take off her head as he lurched in the other direction.
"Fucking squirrel, stop moving!" Alma grinned, eyes flashing as she swung at the hand holding the sword. The man's eyes widened as an edge caught right under the hilt of his and knocked it out of his hands.
"Donald, calm down," She stated as she kept her sword raised. Donald grit his teeth and turned around. Attie stood next to his mother, gripping her tunic in one hand and his sword in another.
Eryn's dark green eyes silently begged him to calm down. Attie smiled and waved at his father. "Boy. Come o'er he'e an' strike me. Let's see 'ow this bitch 'as done in my place." The boy's light blue eyes darted to the right and Donald saw the girl nod out the corner of his vision. "I didn' ask you, girl," He growled quietly. "Boy! Attack!"
Attie nodded, readjusting his grip and charged. Donald snorted until his boy skidded to the left out of nowhere and stumbled lightly when the wooden sword crashed into the back of his knees. Using the slight distraction, the boy struck his father on the side of the ribs when the goliath's arms were up to steady himself. Donald growled lightly with a small smile on his face and he turned to go after the boy. A sword met his chest right under Donald's breastbone as a squeaky voice chirped out, "Yield."
Donald laughed, "I yield, boy. Put down the sword and come give yer ol' man a hug!" A large smile lit up across Attie's face as he put the toy sword down carefully and leapt int his father's arms.
"Papa!" Alma smiled and picked up Donald's sword, swiping the dirt off on the bottom and waited for their moment to be over.
The father's grin matched his son's, "Well, done Attie! Whe'e'd ye learn te fight like tha'? Di' the Cummins finally teach ye?"
Attie shook his head, "No, Ally taugh' me! She fough' wi' te men in town to defen' agains' te neighbors! She's hel' me git strong!" The boy's vocabulary was doing very well, he was a fast learner.
Donald snorted, "Yer lyin'."
The blonde man from earlier came up, "No, he's no'! Come down fer some drinks and you'll get caugh' up (1)!" Noland slapped Donald on the back and the men laughed. Donald set Attie on the ground, ruffled his hair and prepared to walk off with his drinking buddy.
"Go back te where ye came fr'm, girl," He growled in Alma's ear.
She snorted, "Don't forget your sword, ass." Donald swung around.
"What?" Alma held up his blade. "Don' touch my sword, girl." The auburnette shrugged as Donald wrenched the weapon from her. "Eryn, pick my stuff up. Nol, let's go."
Donald got several cheers as he walked into the building, "Hey! Donald!" He grinned as he waved a hand and a mug of alcohol made it his way. "Have ye met te new gurl ye'?" Some random guys shouted and a few more cheers rose up.
"Why are ye lot cheerin' fer tha' bitch?" A silence stretched over the pub.
"Wha'?"
The man waved his mug around, "I mean, wha's the big deal? She's brainwash'd ye!" Shout came from around the bar and a pounding staff quieted them down.
"Alma 'as done nothin' bu' help out 'round the clan. She hel'd Aodh build 'is house. She's been teachin' Conall 'ow te figh' properly! Alma hel'd defend us! She saved yer Attie!" The clan leader said. Donald blinked.
"Grandfa-"
"Donald. Nothin' but good has 'appened since she arrived. If ye scare 'er off, Attie loses a sis'er and Eryn loses on' too."
Noland snorted, "He fough' her. She only disarmed 'im!" Laughs went around the room as many of the drinkers raised their glasses.
"Ye got lucky, Donald. She killed more people than Berach!" Donald laughed, Berach had the highest kill count in any battle! "Eh, none o' this matters anway. She's headin' north. She wants te join Niall in 'is conquest an' leavin' in two weeks."
The man raised his glass, "Praises te tha'!"
"Really? I know dozens of ways to kill you, but the only reason I'm not is because Eryn asked me to. And I'm leaving tomorrow, I need to get a heads up on this. Conall will take over teaching Attie and Eryn will have more time with Attie. I'm just here to tell you guys. I'm going to miss you all and look after those two. Remove Donald's hands if he ever raises a hand to either of them for me, alright?" Alma was leaning against a far wall with her arms crossed underneath her cloak.
The clan leader pounded his staff, "Ye got it gurl. Go ahead and take one o my steeds and this." Raising her hand, she caught a large pouch of coins.
"Cian, I can't accept this..." Alma trailed and prepared to throw it back.
He all but stabbed the ground, "Gurl, take it or stay. Just know tha' if yer 'ere in te morn'n, ye aren' leavin' til I'm lon' an' dead."
Alma nodded, "Thanks Cian. Goodbye, the whole lot of you." Two bits of smallish jewelry were thrown at her. Alma dodged it as best as she could, "Guys, stop it! I'll come and visit when Niall dies, but just don't forget me, alright?" Picking up the bracelet and brooch, she ducked out.
Donald snorted after her, whispering "Coward," into his mug. Noland smacked him upside the head.
Alma breathed as she picked up her sack from the just outside the pub door and lit her lantern to look at the jewelry. An open silver bracelet with two ram heads faced each other on the slip-on accessory and a bear necklace on a solid chain. Smiling at them, she attached them in the proper places before heading to old man Cian's stables. Pushing the door open, a few horses lazily raised their head, but two twitchy colts at the end caught her attention. Walking up to the two shaking Connemara ponies, she stroked their noses. The sleek black one on her right calmed under her touch, but the gray one under her left hand continued to quiver.
"You... Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Alma whispered, kissing it on the nose. The pony butted her head away, and Alma smiled toothlessly. "Don't worry, Brendan, we'll be just fine..." The black horse next to her snorted, "Oh hush, you'll get someone who matches, just wait." The girl stepped away and grabbed a simple bridle from the rack and slipped it over the lighter pony. Brendan lipped the bit, but didn't protest. Alma smiled again as she secured her pack on her back and let her new steed out. Leading him into the fresh air, she grinned and mounted the bareback equine. "Hyah! Let's go!"
The sun hadn't set long before she set out into the night, and Liberty had taken her camping once. It had been just outside town and not far from what she now knew as Romano's home, maybe five kilos, but the older version of herself had let Carina lead the way 'deep' into the copse of trees. They slept and had a bit of wild vermin Liberty had hunted down, but when the time came to leave, she had realized she was lost. Liberty had laughed and pointed up, where the sun was beginning to rise in the East. 'You see how it rises over there? The sun sets in the West. If you have those two directions, you can find North, you can likely find civilization. Take us North.' Thinking back, they had passed by Romano's home, the two peach trees in the back thick and growing around each other, and Liberty had waved to a strange man that she couldn't tell what he looked like or who he was, but Carina now guessed it was the house's owner.
Heading in what Alma knew to be North, she crossed her fingers that she wouldn't run into trouble.
The two cantered on over the rough terrain for maybe two hours before Brendan, 'prince', began to pant. Alma hummed and brought them over to a nearby creek, "Thank the gods..." She whispered, taking out Brendan's bit from the foaming mouth. Alma took a thin cord from her bag and tied it around his neck and led the colt to the water. "Go ahead and drink, I'm going to do the same," She said, and the horse's ears swiveled. "Go on, silly boy." Cupping her hands, Alma dunked them under the clean fresh water and drunk deeply. Her ride finished slightly before she did and had begun chewing on nearby forage.
The auburnette grinned as she pulled out a small sliver of bread and a few veggies and began chomping into them. "Greens here taste different, different from Rome, did ye know that? Oh god, I'm getting a bit of an accent, shit..." Brendan snorted at the random chatter he couldn't understand and continued to munch. "Why did you shake when you first met me? I couldn't have been that scary, could I?" No answer. "I hope not. I'm going to bunk down for the night. I'm hoping to make it to Niall by nightfall tomorrow and..." Brendan looked over to see his new owner sleeping peacefully, clutching her box tightly to her right side and another invisible bundle to her left.
"...Good night boys..." Alma whispered as she thought of Veneziano and Romano, Turkey and Greece and Cyprus, China and Sasa and Rome.
By the way, funny story... As I was going through editing these, I accidentally wrote over this chapter! I was panicking so much and then I remembered that I had a randomly saved load of early chapters, and it was saved!