Moonette's head drooped further, and Will watched her with an expression that told her he was waiting for more explanation. but her thoughts were too jumbled to explain. And she needed more information in order to make the right decision - should she help spring St. Margarets or watch this travesty continue.
"Will, sweetie, could you get me a drink? Something very Scottish and very strong. On second thought, bring me two."
Will nodded and walked towards YoungishAlbus to procure the requested beverages. When he returned, he was carrying three small glasses filled with amber liquid, handed Moonette two, and tossed one down with a gulp. Apparently they all needed fortification right now.
Moonette took a large sip from hers and looked hard at Will. "Will, do you think you could talk to St. Margarets and make sure she's all right? She's so quiet it's scaring me. I'm worried we may have gone too far this time. And I need to speak with yon Kilted One. I need to find out if his intentions are honorable. For Pete's sake, he could be a criminal, for all we know."
Will's hazel eyes flashed a deep, fiery gold. "Ye don't even know the man you've just married St. Margarets to? What are you people bloody thinking? Ye might have put her in danger!" And he began to walk towards Byron. (A/N Why are they both named Byron?)
"Stop!" Moonette hissed. (See, Ros - there's an 's' in stop.) Please, hear me out. I've already spent time with Byron-"
"Oh please, not again!" Will ran his hand through his luscious but closely cropped dark hair. "Are ye goin' to remind me of all of your indiscretions at this party, lass?"
"You had your fair share," Moonette whispered. "And you know what I mean - you're the one who went upstairs and healed his wound, for Pete's sake."
Will glanced at Byron with a smug expression. "I was forced to! But aye, he looks pretty healthy now, doesn't he?"
Moonette nodded. "You're a wonderful Healer, Will. Now please use some of that talent and perceptiveness to go and make sure St. Margarets is all right while I speak with the groom. There's something I need to ask him."
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"Will, sweetie, could you get me a drink? Something very Scottish and very strong. On second thought, bring me two."
Will nodded and walked towards YoungishAlbus to procure the requested beverages. When he returned, he was carrying three small glasses filled with amber liquid, handed Moonette two, and tossed one down with a gulp. Apparently they all needed fortification right now.
Moonette took a large sip from hers and looked hard at Will. "Will, do you think you could talk to St. Margarets and make sure she's all right? She's so quiet it's scaring me. I'm worried we may have gone too far this time. And I need to speak with yon Kilted One. I need to find out if his intentions are honorable. For Pete's sake, he could be a criminal, for all we know."
Will's hazel eyes flashed a deep, fiery gold. "Ye don't even know the man you've just married St. Margarets to? What are you people bloody thinking? Ye might have put her in danger!" And he began to walk towards Byron. (A/N Why are they both named Byron?)
"Stop!" Moonette hissed. (See, Ros - there's an 's' in stop.) Please, hear me out. I've already spent time with Byron-"
"Oh please, not again!" Will ran his hand through his luscious but closely cropped dark hair. "Are ye goin' to remind me of all of your indiscretions at this party, lass?"
"You had your fair share," Moonette whispered. "And you know what I mean - you're the one who went upstairs and healed his wound, for Pete's sake."
Will glanced at Byron with a smug expression. "I was forced to! But aye, he looks pretty healthy now, doesn't he?"
Moonette nodded. "You're a wonderful Healer, Will. Now please use some of that talent and perceptiveness to go and make sure St. Margarets is all right while I speak with the groom. There's something I need to ask him."