[center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][color=2956b2]March 24th, 1823[/color][/b][/h1] [img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]Scotland[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] [color=2956b2][b][i]House Kirkpatrick:[/i][/b][/color] Calum and Rory kept kept guard, looking out as they were a bit exposed where they were but at least it was more private than the house they had left just a little while before. It would have to do. The walls had ears, even if they were of her own flesh and blood. Sometimes that just wasn't enough. [color=f7976a]"My dear do you think I would be fool enough to send a child to a world where she could not let her own voice be heard?"[/color] Lady Kirkpatrick said with a an exasperated face as she knocked the tip of her cane against the ground. Calum chuckled a bit and glanced towards the man that had been escorting the young child from Ireland. "Father Sean Patrick Murphy O'Reily," the [url=https://cdne.ojo.pe/thumbs/uploads/img/2017/01/02/muere-a-los-84-anos-actor-w-jpg_700x0.jpg]man[/url] man said as he signed it at the same time. "I've been working with the deaf for the last decade, she would be under my care in Rome," he said as he kept signing and smiled over at Roisin. "Though I am surprised that is a question considering.." he started to say before Calum cleared his through a bit. "I see, well never mind. We should be going and quickly." [color=f7976a]"Does this settle concern well enough?"[/color] Lady Kirkpatrick asked as she looked down at the girl and tilted her head to the side. [color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] Rutherford made a slight motion with his hand as if to say go ahead. Millicent just poked at the food that she had been given. Egerton didn't really pay attention as he took a sip from his tea. The music began and it seemed that the crowd at large was enjoying the music. Millicent glanced over towards man as he played before her eyes turned down cast again, whatever he was playing didn't seem to be impressing her enough to keep her attention focused on it. Perhaps her mind was just elsewhere. Egerton just shrugged a bit and whispered a few words into Rutherford's ear before exiting the tavern. Rutherford on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the music, watching the man play as he did. "That would be lovely at the service even if it is just us," Rutherford said as he wrapped an arm around Millicents shoulder. Taking a small bite she gave a noncommittal sigh. "If you'd rather not, I can [i]decline[/i] the invitation." Her eyes shot up and she shook her head. [color=0072bc]"No, the music would be a welcome reprieve."[/color] Millicents voice was hollow as she spoke but she forced a slight smile. "Then we will accept," he said and looked towards William and gave an affirmative nod in the mans direction. [center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] [color=2956b2][b][i]The Bristol Ship:[/i][/b][/color] No sleep, sleep come dream and dreams cloud the mind, no sleep, no sleep, clear head along the sea. Over the waters and through the seas to the celtic lands we go, the ship knows the way to carry the from the bay through the winds tides and shores. A kilt a kilt a kilt for the ton, you never know when things will be done. Lay the quill to paper and draw the world along, from the horizon to the sky and in the stars in the sky. A dip of the knees and a raise of the brows, all so fascinating. How he loved the sea and the land and rock and the rock. Oh there would be no sleep this eve for the crazed little German. He was too busy rushing around, looking at this and looking at that. Mumbling to himself as he did. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, was curled up along the back of this neck, trying to nap but perhaps there would be no sleep for him either because the damn world he was riding on, that mighty steed of Ludwig just wouldn't hold still. [color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] Regalia sat down and took a sip of her wine. "Friend? Must have know each other a long time to call him as such," she said as she looked over the rim of her glass. "A debt? Well consider yourself debtless with me and mine. We do not work off such notions. One does what one does because they chose to do so. If everyone owed someone something for every good they did, the world would forever be in debt. Do good because it is good, not because it is owed. That makes you someone's property until that debt is paid. And darling, no woman should ever let her be indebted to any man." Setting the glass down she let a small smile tug at the corner of her lips. "Are you trained? With you land types it is always difficult to tell. Especially these days and with women. I could not imagine trying to fight anyone in thirty layers of skirts and petty coats," she said as the small grin remained on her lips and danced in her eyes. "Ma yaan u pool tak bejla'e' tuméen u culo in k'áatiko'ob teen wa leti' bin lúubul ka ka'ach juntúul xi'ipal táankelem." Marco laughed as he spoke and handed the rope over to the girl. "Ba'ax a beetik ya'al le je'elo'?" the girl asked in a questioning voice. "Chéen jump'éel sentimiento ba'ax in. Kutal asab bey bin yano'ob máak persigue juntúul ko'olele' kex leti'e' ma' tu k'áato'. In wa'alike' creía ti' u jach jump'éel caballero ken ma' leti' ba'a u jump'éel.." "Ba'ax jump'éel acosador," she said cutting Marco off. Marco glanced over at Fyror came towards them. "Exactly," he said before resting his arms over the tops of his knees. "Can I help ya?" he asked as the girl chuckled and hopped up. She walked around Fyror and then laughed before walking off whistling to herself. Pulling out a knife and twirling it in her fingers as she did. [color=2956b2][b][i][url=https://www.british-history.ac.uk/sites/default/files/publications/pubid-404/images/fig159.gif]Carlisle[/url]:[/i][/b][/color] Alright girls - your map has been updated. [img]https://image.ibb.co/bD1M0f/carlisle.jpg[/img]