Rayna watched in pure wonder as the man on the left bolted from his saddle and embraced Austin in a hug and back slapping that would have shaken a lesser man to his boots. Standing just a few inches shorter than Austin and slimmer but still thick on his build, the man had a striking resemblance to Austin and Rayna wondered if they were some how related.
Turning her gaze to the other man who joyfully but yet calmly dismounted, she judged that he was nearly a foot shorter than Austin and of a medium build but what caught her attention was his sharp green eyes and wavy brown hair. There was something familiar about his appearance but she couldn't place it. After a moment of standing by the side, the man who looked like Austin introduced the other man and with some awe and disbelief Austin just as warmly greet him.
Seeing that none of them were paying her any mind, Rayna turned her attentions back to her search - Where was that door? After a few moments she heard a bustle of activity and she again turned her attentions to where the men had been. She was shocked to see they were setting up camp - tents, cots, a fire, and venison cooking on a spit were all being efficiently constructed.
Once Austin noticed she was watching them he approached her, “Are you willing to stop for the evening and have some dinner?” When she hesitated he continued, “CherRené, it will be dark soon and you won't be able to see anything. Please, come...meet my brother and have some dinner.”
“Your brother, that is your brother?”
He nodded, “I haven't seen him in two years, he’s filled out since I saw him last.” Noticing the nostalgic look on his face, Rayna dusted off her hands and tried to straighten her hair in preparation to meet someone so very important to Austin.
Rayna was taken off guard as the bubbling in her stomach increased as they approached the two men hard at work with dinner preparations. What Rayna couldn't understand was why. At first she assumed it was because Austin was such a good friend and she knew his family was important to him. But as they approached the men, she realized it was the other man that was the cause of her anxiety, and when he looked at her - meeting her gaze - her knees went weak and her heart raced.
Austin must have sensed a change in her as he quietly put a bracing hand to the small of her back in an effort to support her. She quickly felt his strength and the reminder that she was a CherRené - the daughter of the RioArd - and she would not faint or falter in her course. Sternly scolding herself for being so thin skinned, she reminded herself of all the hundreds of people she had met and hosted back at home and resolved to use the same decorum now.
But as soon as the young green eyed man stood and bowed before her - never taking his gaze from her - all cognitive thought left her and she stammered, “Please, don’t...I mean, you don't have to...we’re not..." The smile that crossed the man’s face silenced her completely - was he laughing at her?
Shooting a look at Austin, she was stunned to see him fighting a smile as he explained, “I believe, Bryant, that our most esteemed CherRené is trying to give you leave from bowing in such an informal setting.” However, being unable to hold back a full smile now, he aimed his glee solely at her as he continued, “Though I must confess I have never seen her so tongue tied in all my days of service to her.”
Fully embarrassed and unable to form a proper retort Rayna replied more haughtily than intended, “Where is your brother, I thought that was who I came over here to meet.”
Fully shunned now, the man named Bryant, formally bowed again and went back to his roasting of the venison - not at all trying to hide the smirk that crossed his face - while Austin’s pure shock resonated clearly on his. Finally speaking, he replied sharply, “Yes, well, that was my dear, life long, childhood friend Bryant whom you just thoroughly dismissed, and over here,” Austin almost hesitantly led Rayna over to where his brother was setting up a makeshift table and bench, “...is my brother, Cayden.” Holding his breath in anticipation to her response, Austin waited.
Not noticing Austin's hesitancy, Rayna immediately reached out her hand, “It is a pleasure to meet you Cayden. I have heard a lot about you.”
Cayden stood, gave a partial bow in acknowledgement, and kissed her hand, hesitant himself to say anything to receive the welcome that Bryant had received. Bryant saved Cayden from any further attention by quietly announcing the venison was done. Quickly the men acted as one - a blur of activity - finishing the table, setting it, carving the meat, and adding it to the other preparations for the meal. Before she knew it, Austin was guiding her to sit before the banquet they had prepared.
Chapter 8 - Section 4
Dinner had been awkward. At first the men were not going to eat with Rayna - which preturbed her - but upon her insistence they eventually succumbed to her demands and joined her, reluctantly, but then the conversation which followed suit was strained. Rayna had wondered at the difference for she had sensed and seen the camaraderie and ease between the men earlier. It wasn’t until far after she was in bed that she realized it was her - and the way she had treated Bryant.
When the meal was over, Rayna stood uncomfortably by the sidelines and watched as the men cleaned up dinner and put things away. Here she was - a woman - and totally useless! She had tried to offer assistance but was denied at every effort. It urked her and wounded her pride terribly. Feeling all the more irritable as the night had worn on, she had irrivocably demanded where she would sleep so she could retire. The Divine help her - she was not making a positive impression but was powerless in stopping her rant.
Seeing that there were only two tents and the food and cooking gear was being stored in the tent to the right. She assumed the left tent to be hers, but upon entering it found more supplies and no cot! Austin stuck his head into the tent after her and apologetically explained that everyone would have to sleep out in the open for the tents were not big enough for sleeping and storage.
He tried to reassure her though that she could use this tent for her care and dressing - he would stand guard while she prepared. Reluctantly she nodded and went to the leather satchel Austin had indicated was hers. Rayna had been surprised to find that the men had come upon Captain Shalome’s camp in their travels around the country side and upon inquiring if Austin was in the party was asked to deliver some supplies to him. Among those supplies we're some of Rayna’s own things...clothes and personal items. Captain Shalome had also sent food to supplement what Cayden and Bryant already had knowing Rayna and Austin had nothing.
Rayna had changed from her riding outfit into a simpler woven frock given to her by the family she had stayed with while Nikélon and Onevé were at their honeymoon cabin. Feeling a bit more like she fit in, she exited the tent after braiding her hair as she had seen the payson women do. The first person she saw after stepping around Austin was Bryant - setting up a cot close to the fire for warmth. Seeing her, he froze in his duties and stared agape. Coming to his senses, he replied, "For the CherRené, it should help keep you warmer tonight."
She glanced at Austin and saw his reluctance in how she would respond. Pasting a smile on her face she thanked Bryant and crawled under the woven wool blanket facing the flames. Austin knelt in front of her and again began to apologize. She reached out her hand and touched his lips silencing him. "I'm the one to apologize. I've been horrible tonight and I have no excuse. I hope your brother and your friend can forgive my actions."
Austin nodded and reassured her, "I'll speak to them. I won't be far, we are taking turns guarding the camp, one of us will be awake all night if you need anything. The other two will be sleeping there." Rayna turned her head to see two bedrolls laying on the ground on the other side of the fire aways off. She was effectively placed at the center of the camp, clearly humbling her yet again.
Austin stood and joined the other men at the makeshift table as Rayna turned her eyes toward the fire and her self loathing which only worsened as she listened to the men softly laughing and joking. The last thing she remembered that night was hearing Bryant’s reply to Austin’s apology, "Considering she is a CherRené, I shouldn't have expected anything different. We’ve always been received with harsh treatment from the local Corté, why would the RioArd’s daughter see us another way."
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