Aibhilin relaxed some when it was certain that the young Viking laird would agree to her father's terms, but she was less than thrilled at the idea of a band of plundering pillaging dunderheads milling about the village. Much less the young dunderhead leader who could be kept within the walls of their own home. Any other lass would swoon at the sight of his broad shoulders and blue eyes, but he had still intended to invade her homeland. And now he'd be kept in her home where her three innocent and naive sisters were. No, she didn't like this one bit. Her father could bow and play host all he liked, but if this blue-eyed honey-tongued whelp laid a finger on her sisters, she'd stick him without another thought to it.


[color=f26522]"I am Angus MacConnich, Chieftain of Clan MacConnich,"[/color] her father grunted, pounding a fist proudly across his shoulder. Aibhilin had to smile at her father's show of pride. He could be rather animated when he wanted to. But then she noticed her  father was looking right at her. Oh no. She wasn't going- Ugh. He was doing the 'I'm so disappointed that my daughter can be so rude to a guest' face. Her cheeks burned as though she were the little child who who used to put pranks on uppity guests all over again. Stepping forward slightly, and obviously hesitant, she dipped down in greeting before standing straight back up with her head held high. 

[color=82ca9d]"Aibhilin MacConnich,"[/color] she said briskly. Her father bristled at her curt tone, but she just stood with her head held high. She wasn't usually so willful and stubborn, but this was a special occasion. 

[color=f26522]"I...apologize fer my daughter's [i]lack of manners[/i],"[/color] he emphasized the three words and it made her face burn even more, [color=f26522]"but she's her mother's child."[/color] He motioned towards the village. [color=f26522]"If ye would kindly follow us, Jarl Haakon, we'll get yer men situated in the barracks,"[/color] her father turned back to their horses and leapt on, [color=f26522]"Ye and yer righthand man are welcome ta' stay in my home, should ye like to."[/color] 

[color=82ca9d]"Oh, aye, should ye like to, My Laird,"[/color] she grumbled under her breath as she leapt onto her own horse with all the grace of a skilled horsemen, [color=82ca9d]"Please come riiiight intah the chicken coop, Laird Wolf. Noooothin' will go array."[/color] But with all her grumbling done, she let out a huff and rode towards the village, wanting to get home to see to her sisters before the wolves came to dinner. It was a wise choice to invite them as guest as a leader, but it was also a choice she would not ever admit to liking as the keeper of her sisters.