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[theonionknight]

Davos had been on the island nearly two weeks and so had begun to settle into a routine. He had moved into an abandoned hut just south of the docks and twice a day he headed back to the Compound to eat. He still found it strange that he was given food and lodging without having to swear fealty to anyone but he wasn’t going to refuse unsolicited

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[weemanmurray]

Ian liked the sea. It reminded him of Isolde, in a way, and of his mother. Maybe it reminded him of every woman he'd ever known. Isolde would have approved of that, he reckoned. When he saw the familiar figure, he raised a hand, as Rollo went tearing off down the sand, after one of the numerous white birds.

"Davos..."

[theonionknight]

Davos turned at the voice with a smile.

"Good day, Ian. Young Jamie is well I trust?"

[weemanmurray]

Ian's only smile turned wry.

"Full of temper today, man. Though, if'n I'm honest with ye, so's his mam, so together's th' best place for them."

[theonionknight]

"Best thing to do is leave them to it, I've often found. Mothers have a special touch with their babies." In truth, with Davos so often at sea, Marya had raised most of their children nigh single-handedly.

[fortuneforbid]

Viola favors not the island’s latest choice in climate: the air is by far too hot and sultry, the jungle too dense and dark, and worse yet her tree-house no longer resembles itself. There is very little about Tabula Rasa that makes her want to call it home, and when even that fails to remain constant, what then

[theonionknight]

Davos had noticed the young man walking the beach the past few days but he was unarmed and alone, so he felt fit to ignore him.

So when a large white bird popped up beside him, Davos didn't make the connection. Instead, seeing the size and intelligence of the bird, he assumed that it was used to carry messages like Ravens were back home. If so he would probably have to find somebody to read the message to him but that was a problem he could deal with later. So he reached out to grab the bird and remove the message from its legs.

[fortuneforbid]

Bold little Sir Toby thinks this an excellent game; he hops out of reach screeching “Murder! Help, ho! Murder! Murder!” and so forth, wings aflutter and yellow crest raised up high. Viola, now aware of and duly embarrassed by her charge’s antics, hastens to the stranger to relieve him of the winged terror, but the bird only squawks the louder for having been thus shooed away.

“Peace, peace!” scolds Viola. “Thou speak’st nonsense.” To the man, and still in Cesario’s voice (though she knows not why she even bothers, these days, except out of habit), she makes her apology: “Pray pardon; I should have kept closer watch on him.”

[theonionknight]

"He is yours then, my Lord?" Davos turned to the youth and managed an encouraging smile "I had thought him a messenger, perhaps. He seems bright enough and there must be few ravens around here."