Storm kept an eye on Avery as he managed to make a game with Cian and Aidan by simply walking. The distance between her and her son did not bother her, as Avery was surrounded by family and those close enough to be. Traveling behind did not seem to bother her today. "Today is a beautiful day for the festival." Squeezing Ewan's hand as he stayed behind to walk with her, Storm smiled to Maeve as well. The trio fell into a slow but comfortable pace. "Are you going to participate in any of the games this year, beloved?" She gave a small smile, one that did not quite reach her eyes.
Ewan shook his head and the light breeze tracking its way through the streets from the harbor caught his hair, tossing it into his eyes. He pushed it back again. "I am to judge the knife and ax throw."
It was all for the best as he was not dressed for many of the events. Though, even in his brown doeskin breeches and the creme colored shirt with the embroidered collar and wrists, he could have managed to hold his own. A soft smile and a similar laugh, "It is for the best. Perhaps I will enter every other year until I am too old to compete at all."
Maeve gave a chuckle of her own, tugging at her grey knitted shawl over the burgundy gown with its elegant detailing along seams and collar. "That will be a long time off then, my boy." Her cane was held firm in hand with knuckles showing crisp white as she walked along side the two and watched the festivities with eyes that had seen many a similar day. Each memory held its own treasure or pain. Today was the treasure of having her family about her, though she felt time creeping up like a tired friend at her side.
Storm chuckled softly as Maeve's input, before taking a full breath that she had not had in some time. "Yes, I also wonder just exactly how long that is too be." She rolled her shoulders slightly, hoping to ease the ache that was beginning to form again in her back. She gave a half smile as the wind played with his hair again, and she reached across to fix it for him, "Is the knife and ax throw one of the first games?"
His smile tarnished some at the roll of her shoulders. There seemed to be some tension there, and if it were not for the fact that he knew her walk so well, even without the aid of her gift, he might not have paid it any mind. Instead, he noted it and answered her question with an easy measure to his voice. "Aye, after the archery, which, if I hear correctly, may have already begun."
On the breeze that bright and sunny day was the rolling exchange of hush followed by cheers as the spectators held their breath for each shot of the archers and then applauded the abilities shown.
Ewan shook his head and the light breeze tracking its way through the streets from the harbor caught his hair, tossing it into his eyes. He pushed it back again. "I am to judge the knife and ax throw."
It was all for the best as he was not dressed for many of the events. Though, even in his brown doeskin breeches and the creme colored shirt with the embroidered collar and wrists, he could have managed to hold his own. A soft smile and a similar laugh, "It is for the best. Perhaps I will enter every other year until I am too old to compete at all."
Maeve gave a chuckle of her own, tugging at her grey knitted shawl over the burgundy gown with its elegant detailing along seams and collar. "That will be a long time off then, my boy." Her cane was held firm in hand with knuckles showing crisp white as she walked along side the two and watched the festivities with eyes that had seen many a similar day. Each memory held its own treasure or pain. Today was the treasure of having her family about her, though she felt time creeping up like a tired friend at her side.
Storm chuckled softly as Maeve's input, before taking a full breath that she had not had in some time. "Yes, I also wonder just exactly how long that is too be." She rolled her shoulders slightly, hoping to ease the ache that was beginning to form again in her back. She gave a half smile as the wind played with his hair again, and she reached across to fix it for him, "Is the knife and ax throw one of the first games?"
His smile tarnished some at the roll of her shoulders. There seemed to be some tension there, and if it were not for the fact that he knew her walk so well, even without the aid of her gift, he might not have paid it any mind. Instead, he noted it and answered her question with an easy measure to his voice. "Aye, after the archery, which, if I hear correctly, may have already begun."
On the breeze that bright and sunny day was the rolling exchange of hush followed by cheers as the spectators held their breath for each shot of the archers and then applauded the abilities shown.