It was shortly after Aveline had arrived at the homestead with Patience Gibbs in tow that Myriam broke her arm. A few days later, Myriam, annoyed with Norris’s clumsy attempts to help her hunt, went up to Connor’s home to ask for his help.
“Right now is the peak of the season Connor, I can’t fall behind on furs and leathers to tan, I really could use your help,” Myriam pleaded, adjusting the sling that held her arm and Connor winced in sympathy at the hiss of pain that escaped her.
A small smile began to tug at Connor’s lips as he nodded, and wondered if Myriam really through he would refuse her request, “Do not worry, I will help you Myriam. I shall bring whatever I hunt to you.”
Myriam grinned wide as she stood up from her chair, sat across from him, “Oh thank you Connor! Now I’ve got to go, I told Norris I’d be back right after asking you this favor and I really don’t want him fussin’ over me anymore than he already does.”
“He just worries. He cares very deeply for you,” Connor said, walking behind her and towards the front door.
When she stepped out Myriam scoffed, turned to face him and shook her finger at Connor forcing him to step back slightly, “I’m not some delicate lady, I broke my arm, its nothing compared to what you are still healing through.” After taking a deep breath to continue her lecture about her decidedly non-delicacy, she paused and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully at him. “Also, I hope you weren’t thinkin’ on going out by yourself.”
“I—I was not thinking of doing that Myriam,” Connor frowned, but the way his eyes suddenly refused to meet her own gave him away. Myriam scoffed.
“Now see here, I will not be one bit happy if that lady of yours shows up and has an ax to grind because she thinks I told you to go alone! I’ll make sure Norris tells her before you can even walk out a here.”
“Ha, do not worry. Aveline seems to know exactly when I plan to leave the house and when I don’t,” Connor chuckled and leaned against the door way. The sudden sly look and smirk that Myriam shot him made Connor furrow his eyebrows in question and slight suspicion.
“She does, does she? Well, this will probably also give you both lots of ah, personal, time with her.”
“We spend plenty of time together Myriam, since Patience decided to live closer towards the center of town.”
His confusion only grew as that made her burst into peals of laughter and nearly doubled over. It took her a solid few minutes to reign in her laughter, minutes that pushed Connor further and futher into confusion, “Oh, oh Connor! I-I’m just going to head home and let you get ready alright? And again, thank you so much for the help while I heal up this arm!”
“Very well. I shall return to you with our bounty when Aveline and I collect enough Myriam.” Connor shook his head as he spoke, knowing that even if he asked for clarification from Myriam, whatever explanation she gave him would probably just confuse him even further.
As he watched Myriam walk down the path that would take her straight towards her own home he thought back on his wording of earlier, and wondered just what was so funny that caused such laughter in his friend.
Try as he might he just couldn’t think of what it was, and with an annoyed huff he turned back towards his home and simply chalked it up to one of those strange colloquialisms that he never managed to fully grasp.
As he readied his weapons and clothes in his room he heard the deliberately loud steps on the stairs leading up to his room and turned towards the door he had left open. Sure enough, seconds later Aveline appeared.
“I heard from a little bird that we are going on a hunting trip?”
“Yes. Myriam asked me to help her hunt while her arm heals. Aveline, I want you to know that you are not obligated to come with me,” Connor said as he picked up his white coat and pulled it on. When she didn’t immediately respond he turned to look at her as he buttoned the front up.
Whatever thought had tied up her tongue was quickly set aside as their eyes met, “Mm, I hope you do not think I will let you go alone. You still can’t go for as long as you used to yet. I will go along to make sure no wolves nibble off any of that pretty face.”
Amused, Connor smiled and held out a pistol for her. With an answering grin and a wink Aveline stepped into his room and took the offered pistol before tucking it into the holster at her side, “I will ready two horses. I’ll meet you outside Connor.”
Re: Connor/Aveline, gentleness
“Right now is the peak of the season Connor, I can’t fall behind on furs and leathers to tan, I really could use your help,” Myriam pleaded, adjusting the sling that held her arm and Connor winced in sympathy at the hiss of pain that escaped her.
A small smile began to tug at Connor’s lips as he nodded, and wondered if Myriam really through he would refuse her request, “Do not worry, I will help you Myriam. I shall bring whatever I hunt to you.”
Myriam grinned wide as she stood up from her chair, sat across from him, “Oh thank you Connor! Now I’ve got to go, I told Norris I’d be back right after asking you this favor and I really don’t want him fussin’ over me anymore than he already does.”
“He just worries. He cares very deeply for you,” Connor said, walking behind her and towards the front door.
When she stepped out Myriam scoffed, turned to face him and shook her finger at Connor forcing him to step back slightly, “I’m not some delicate lady, I broke my arm, its nothing compared to what you are still healing through.” After taking a deep breath to continue her lecture about her decidedly non-delicacy, she paused and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully at him. “Also, I hope you weren’t thinkin’ on going out by yourself.”
“I—I was not thinking of doing that Myriam,” Connor frowned, but the way his eyes suddenly refused to meet her own gave him away. Myriam scoffed.
“Now see here, I will not be one bit happy if that lady of yours shows up and has an ax to grind because she thinks I told you to go alone! I’ll make sure Norris tells her before you can even walk out a here.”
“Ha, do not worry. Aveline seems to know exactly when I plan to leave the house and when I don’t,” Connor chuckled and leaned against the door way. The sudden sly look and smirk that Myriam shot him made Connor furrow his eyebrows in question and slight suspicion.
“She does, does she? Well, this will probably also give you both lots of ah, personal, time with her.”
“We spend plenty of time together Myriam, since Patience decided to live closer towards the center of town.”
His confusion only grew as that made her burst into peals of laughter and nearly doubled over. It took her a solid few minutes to reign in her laughter, minutes that pushed Connor further and futher into confusion, “Oh, oh Connor! I-I’m just going to head home and let you get ready alright? And again, thank you so much for the help while I heal up this arm!”
“Very well. I shall return to you with our bounty when Aveline and I collect enough Myriam.” Connor shook his head as he spoke, knowing that even if he asked for clarification from Myriam, whatever explanation she gave him would probably just confuse him even further.
As he watched Myriam walk down the path that would take her straight towards her own home he thought back on his wording of earlier, and wondered just what was so funny that caused such laughter in his friend.
Try as he might he just couldn’t think of what it was, and with an annoyed huff he turned back towards his home and simply chalked it up to one of those strange colloquialisms that he never managed to fully grasp.
As he readied his weapons and clothes in his room he heard the deliberately loud steps on the stairs leading up to his room and turned towards the door he had left open. Sure enough, seconds later Aveline appeared.
“I heard from a little bird that we are going on a hunting trip?”
“Yes. Myriam asked me to help her hunt while her arm heals. Aveline, I want you to know that you are not obligated to come with me,” Connor said as he picked up his white coat and pulled it on. When she didn’t immediately respond he turned to look at her as he buttoned the front up.
Whatever thought had tied up her tongue was quickly set aside as their eyes met, “Mm, I hope you do not think I will let you go alone. You still can’t go for as long as you used to yet. I will go along to make sure no wolves nibble off any of that pretty face.”
Amused, Connor smiled and held out a pistol for her. With an answering grin and a wink Aveline stepped into his room and took the offered pistol before tucking it into the holster at her side, “I will ready two horses. I’ll meet you outside Connor.”