The Library

Margaret set in the library reading a book. She love to read anything she can get her hands on.

James was away for a few days busy with some other duties. I needed a distraction from the ongoings of the nausea that kept on appearing. I came to the library to read up on the history of Scotland, and all it had to offer. Margaret what a pleasant surprise! How are you finding Scotland.

Thomas was close enough in searching for his family. With a bottle of port kept at his side a fire to warm his feet. Thomas sat with books among books spaced out around him his eye's tired from reading. He did crave the feel of grass through his fingers, his hands wrapped perfectly around his sword. With the fleur de Lis strapped firmly on his shoulder as a sign that he was part of the kings men. Thomas wants nothing more than to be riding his favourite filly through the highlands.

James had heard that Thomas was back in court and such was his fondness for his old friend, he rushed from his convalescence to see him - against physician's orders. It felt like an age since they had made plans to locate Thomas' family and although the pair had not travelled together since that discussion, James had made enquiries on Thomas' behalf. From these enquires, he had come across several promising leads which he hoped would help Thomas on his mission to discover his parentage.

As James made down the library he could not help but smirk to himself. It felt unusual to be meeting Thomas in such a place - usually they would have been out in the country together or in the garrison, not cooped up in the library reading books. Finally James identified Thomas, surrounded by books like a scholar, bleary eyed. Indeed, James remarked how comfortable Thomas looked in his surrounding and wondered if he may accept some appointment in the court itself. Thomas' company would be a welcome change from the familiar faces in court, "I see you're still allowed drink in library," James said teasingly with a grin, "I hope you've saved some for me."

James Thomas bellowed as he put the book he was holding aside to greet his friend. He embraced him in with a hug swiftly followed by a slap on the back. It was how they had always greeted each other and Thomas was a hugger. Where have him you made Queenie think you had left her for good. Now that he was up and standing, having been seated in the same spot for numerous hours Thomas was eager for an adventure. Just liked they used to do in the evenings where Thomas had gotten drunk and shot a melon off James' head.