?Ready for the crowd, Captain?? Sylvia greeted while keeping both boys firm in hand up the gangplank.
?Aye, ma?am, Master Corinsson and his family is aboard as is Mistress Buie,? he announced with a bow.
With Miriam following close behind, Beata bundled up against the chill in her arms, her group was all aboard. ?So, we were the ones holding things up??
?No, no, by no means, my lady. You did have the furthest to travel this morning.? Contrary to the reassurance, though, he called to make ready to sail and bowed his leave.
Sylvia shared a smile with Miriam who knew its full meaning and laughed lightly. ?Well, then,? to Aidan and Cian, ?let us see ourselves to the cabin and then spend some time on deck, shall we??
?I don?t want to,? Cian pouted. He was holding her hand in tight little fingers. Forest eyes kept to the boards of the deck.
?Miriam, will you take Aidan on to the cabin and see to arranging things? It is going to be a tight fit this voyage over for all the people we have.?
?We will manage, ma?am,? the woman reassured and reached to claim Aidan?s hand who gave himself over readily to her care.
?Let?s take a walk, Cian, just you and me.? He still did not lift his head, but went along with her just the same. Her mind labored with what to say. Kieran would have known. He always knew what to say to Cian. He understood him better. ?I am glad to be sailing home again.?
He looked up at her with his face bunched in on itself in doubt. ?You are??
?Yes, though, I did not think I would.? If nothing more, she could share some of her own feelings on the matter. ?I was afraid of the hurt inside knowing your father would not be there.?
?It does hurt. Right here.? He pressed a little hand at the center of him.
Sylvia kneeled down on the deck to look her son straight in the eyes. ?I know it does. It hurts ever so much. But time will change that hurt into fond memories.?
?It will?? hope raised his voice in pitch.
?We cannot be afraid to be happy either. Your father would not want you to be sad and hurt so much in missing him forever. You are allowed to be happy and still miss him. It does not have to be one or the other.?
She could see his mind struggle to work out this possibility. He shook his head, ?But you have not been happy, mama. I heard you cry.?
?It comes to me sometimes at night, that hurt you talk about. But I am getting better.? She kissed his cheek. ?You will, too.?
Cian?s hands pressed on her shoulders. ?How can I get better, too??
Sylvia smiled at her son, so very much like his father with the brown hair, forest eyes, and expressive mouth. ?You will find a way. You can play and laugh. You can enjoy sailing home like you used to.?
Wind blew strands of hair into his eyes, ?How did you get better??
?I said I am getting better,? she corrected. A thought over the past weeks and particular the past evenings, and she smiled at the friendships, old and new, that helped her. ?I have friends I talk to, and they help me work through the hurt or let me forget for awhile and we talk about other things. I have tried to do some of the things I used to do.?
He chewed on the corner of his mouth as he thought, and seeing her own familiar gesture in her son, brought to her attention recently by a friend, gave her a smile. ?It won?t dishonor him to play on the ship??
?Not one bit. In fact, I think you honor him by doing so.? She felt the need to add. ?You will still feel the hurt inside sometimes, Cian, but being you and being happy is the best way to honor your father.?
A smile crept from the boy?s mouth to his eyes and he asked conspiratorially, ?Can I climb the rigging??
Sylvia stood, ?Absolutely not.? They shared a laugh and a hug, and Cian went to claim his brother from the cabin for a round of playing on the foredeck. Sylvia turned to watch sea and wind carry her away from Rhydin. The canvas snapped happily in the cold breeze and she hugged herself against its chill.
As ever, she felt torn in twain in the leaving and the staying. A glance to the open sea ahead was all she gave before she spied others of the returning group coming out into the cold air. Avery had found the boys, or vice versa, and joined in the game. Cian was smiling freely, lost in the distraction of friends and play, and not worrying that his father was not there to watch.
?Aye, ma?am, Master Corinsson and his family is aboard as is Mistress Buie,? he announced with a bow.
With Miriam following close behind, Beata bundled up against the chill in her arms, her group was all aboard. ?So, we were the ones holding things up??
?No, no, by no means, my lady. You did have the furthest to travel this morning.? Contrary to the reassurance, though, he called to make ready to sail and bowed his leave.
Sylvia shared a smile with Miriam who knew its full meaning and laughed lightly. ?Well, then,? to Aidan and Cian, ?let us see ourselves to the cabin and then spend some time on deck, shall we??
?I don?t want to,? Cian pouted. He was holding her hand in tight little fingers. Forest eyes kept to the boards of the deck.
?Miriam, will you take Aidan on to the cabin and see to arranging things? It is going to be a tight fit this voyage over for all the people we have.?
?We will manage, ma?am,? the woman reassured and reached to claim Aidan?s hand who gave himself over readily to her care.
?Let?s take a walk, Cian, just you and me.? He still did not lift his head, but went along with her just the same. Her mind labored with what to say. Kieran would have known. He always knew what to say to Cian. He understood him better. ?I am glad to be sailing home again.?
He looked up at her with his face bunched in on itself in doubt. ?You are??
?Yes, though, I did not think I would.? If nothing more, she could share some of her own feelings on the matter. ?I was afraid of the hurt inside knowing your father would not be there.?
?It does hurt. Right here.? He pressed a little hand at the center of him.
Sylvia kneeled down on the deck to look her son straight in the eyes. ?I know it does. It hurts ever so much. But time will change that hurt into fond memories.?
?It will?? hope raised his voice in pitch.
?We cannot be afraid to be happy either. Your father would not want you to be sad and hurt so much in missing him forever. You are allowed to be happy and still miss him. It does not have to be one or the other.?
She could see his mind struggle to work out this possibility. He shook his head, ?But you have not been happy, mama. I heard you cry.?
?It comes to me sometimes at night, that hurt you talk about. But I am getting better.? She kissed his cheek. ?You will, too.?
Cian?s hands pressed on her shoulders. ?How can I get better, too??
Sylvia smiled at her son, so very much like his father with the brown hair, forest eyes, and expressive mouth. ?You will find a way. You can play and laugh. You can enjoy sailing home like you used to.?
Wind blew strands of hair into his eyes, ?How did you get better??
?I said I am getting better,? she corrected. A thought over the past weeks and particular the past evenings, and she smiled at the friendships, old and new, that helped her. ?I have friends I talk to, and they help me work through the hurt or let me forget for awhile and we talk about other things. I have tried to do some of the things I used to do.?
He chewed on the corner of his mouth as he thought, and seeing her own familiar gesture in her son, brought to her attention recently by a friend, gave her a smile. ?It won?t dishonor him to play on the ship??
?Not one bit. In fact, I think you honor him by doing so.? She felt the need to add. ?You will still feel the hurt inside sometimes, Cian, but being you and being happy is the best way to honor your father.?
A smile crept from the boy?s mouth to his eyes and he asked conspiratorially, ?Can I climb the rigging??
Sylvia stood, ?Absolutely not.? They shared a laugh and a hug, and Cian went to claim his brother from the cabin for a round of playing on the foredeck. Sylvia turned to watch sea and wind carry her away from Rhydin. The canvas snapped happily in the cold breeze and she hugged herself against its chill.
As ever, she felt torn in twain in the leaving and the staying. A glance to the open sea ahead was all she gave before she spied others of the returning group coming out into the cold air. Avery had found the boys, or vice versa, and joined in the game. Cian was smiling freely, lost in the distraction of friends and play, and not worrying that his father was not there to watch.