(( It’s Munday and I’ve got the team’s shirt on. ))
Macguffin sighed in annoyance as he heard that Dingwall fell in. “You fell in huh?” Macguffin says sternly before crossing his tree trunk like arms. He could go get help, but what if the person who made come back. They could do harm to Dingwall.
He decided to do the right thing. He removes the kilt off his shoulder and pulls the kilt down. While getting on his hands and knees, he throws the one part down the hole to Dingwall.
"Grab on tightly." Lord Macguffin says loudly at the boy as he holds onto the other half.
That almost sounded like he was in trouble for it. This wasn’t the man’s trap. Far as Wee Dingwall knew. While thinking about it, he almost misted the cloth above his head. Again, Lord MacGuffin’s voice caught his attention.
This seemed a bit too familiar, but in reviews. Not that he had a choice to be picky right now. Give himself a little boots, Wee grabbed onto the cloth. Holding tightly as instructed.
She didn’t look up at him. “I did i’,” she breathed, small hands clenched into fists. Bugs chirped and clicked in her ears and the wind whistled. “I did i’,” she repeated, finally lifting her face. “I did i’, I did i’, I did i’!” she cried, happily taking his hands and jumping up and down.
The young Lord came in closer for a better listen. Not quite catching her first few words. Only seconds later did he hear the happy child loud and clear. The Princess was over pleased with her accomplishment. Just as she should be. He held onto her hands as she moved about. “Aye, aye ye did.” Wee Dingwall smiles at her. “Yea should have a treat few that one.” He told her. Hoping to get the little princess back in the castle. The girl was happy, but there was still a large bruise on her head that might needs some attending.
Lord Macguffin decided to take a walk into the forest. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to.
His feet stomped on the ground and he easily knocked down small trees that stood in his way. He did curse under his breathe when a branch or two caught onto his clothing. Especially his kilt.
He saw an open field and walked towards it. He looked down just intime to see a deep hole and then he noticed Lord Dingwall’s son down their.
"What are you doing down there?" Macguffin boomed with curiously stare at the young lad.
With feet and shoulders against either side of the dirt trap, Wee Dingwall had started to make his way up. That is until an unexpected but very strong voice spoke out. It startled the lad and he slipped back down to the bottom. Landing on upside down.
After getting back onto his feet, he looked to the top. Despite still being a little dizzy, it was clearly Lord MacGuffin above him. It sounded like him. Suppose that was luck working for him this time around. “I Uh,” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I feel…”
Tooth gave the girl a bit of a confused look, she did look familiar, he could say that. However, he couldn’t quite put his finger on just why she seemed that way. Nevertheless, he gave her a small smile as she seemingly dropped back out from wherever her thoughts were at. “I was just wondering if you were alright. You seemed a little…confused just sitting there.” He said.
"I’m not confused…" She defended at first. "Or, I wasn’t." Course she get’s asked that quite a bit. Mostly by adults at work. Confused, tired or even lost. They would asked or not speak at all. "It’s just uhm… Have I seen yea somewhere?" The young woman shrugs.
He felt restless on days like this. It wasn’t so much that he was an anti-social lad, so much as simply preferred riding and shooting arrows. The sun was heavy and bright outside and it teased him with the bright rays that peered in through the windows.
The hall was quiet. His mother, the queen, cleared her throat and continued to carry on light conversation with the Lord Dingwall whom was seated beside her, but the food on the plates before them remained untouched. They could not eat until everyone was seated, and the Young Lady Dingwall seemed to be taking her sweet time in joining them.
He slouched against a propped up elbow, promptly grumbling when he caught his mother’s eye and sat straight again.
"Morogh," she said, clearing her throat once more. "perhaps ye could go and see that everything is alright with the young lady -" He was out faster than she could finish her sentence.
'Don't get lost along the way.' She remembered her mother saying that before leaving the docks. That and, ‘stop slouching’. Both proved hard to obey where she stood. The young Lady adjusted the pleated sash around her waist. Looking around, there were a few small windows. All a little higher than the few in her home. She placed her fingers on the window seal and hopped up to look outside. Feet of the ground with crossed ankles. Seems everyone was still inside the castle. But where? Or more so…how to get there?
Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything…please?
North stood straighter when the Lord of the castle entered, placing on a smiling grin. “Ah yes! It seems I have!” He held out his hand for the other to shake, just a bit surprised that he could be seen. “Names North, Ya majesty?” He wasn’t sure exactly what to call him.
"Just looking around. Word got out about this village and I got curious." Looking over to Ivan North pointed. "This is my friend Ivan! Hes a big guy but he means no harm. I swear to it." North was quite proud.
Lord Dingwall wasn’t letting up in his scowl. Not that he didn’t trust his son, but he sure as hell didn’t trust travelers. Especially coming from the north. A hand came over his face, pinching his brows together. “Lord.” He corrected North on the proper titling. Letting his hands fall back to his side, the old man looked to the new comers. “So I’ve heard. But curiosity doesn’t always take yea the right way.” Giving his son a quick gimps back. “Yea honestly got nothin’ better ta do then wonder the land at this hour?”
Wee Dingwall was standing by, closer to his father this time. The two ‘guests’ weren’t going to get kicked out yet. Hopefully North could find the right words to convince the Lord to keep them in doors. If not, he’d have to say something himself.
The forest back here was as dense as anywhere ells. However, this particular spot was giving him a hard time. Branches kept snagging and rocks kept tripping him up. Finally there was a clearing to rest at. After freeing his shirt from a tree’s grip, he makes his way to the open area, only to fall down a nicely covered hole in the ground. A big one too! Who ever dug this was hunting for something big… The top was far out his stubby reach. He’d have to get out another way.