Continuation of: Tales of Their Past - Friends and Axes
Two weeks later on an early morning Meadwine stepped into their home and Meadowyn was sat alone at the breakfast table, eating. Meadwine's bowl was there but yet to be touched. Meadowyn eyed him curiously as he sat down, laying a sheathed sword upon the table and only then Meadwine noticed her look, "What?" He asked. Meadowyn eyed him strangely, "What?" She responded. Then he gave her a flat look and she snorted, "You are the one who looks as at me strangely,"
"You are the one who asks me queer things." She responded, looking down at the sword. "That does not look like yours." Meadwine frowned at her and began eat, "Oh, but it is mine," he said between bites of his porridge. Meadowyn quickly reached for the sword and unsheathed it, Meadwine appeared to have no plight with her doing so. She peered up the finely crafted blade and whistled her approval, "This is a nice sword." She said, "Where did you get it?" Then Meadwine halted his eating and looked to her, considering if he should answer or not. "Ha!" She suddenly said, "You think that I might decide to get one myself if you told me where." She cackled, "I am no silly man as you are, Meadwine." She said with plenty of pride, Meadwine grunted. "Aha! Adelferth! There is no doubt, you bought it to compete with your brother." She laughed again, seeming deeply amused by the Meadwine's behaviour. Meadwine made a grumpy face as he continues eat in silence whilst she went on.
Meanwhile Meadowyn eyed the sword carefully with great appreciation and approval before flicking her eyes back to her brother, "Will you name it?" She asked. Meadwine only frowned, "Nay, I pay no mind to such things – a sword is a sword." Meadowyn breathed out a sigh, she peered over the sword once more, "A good sword needs a good name, a name that might bring fear into the hearts of its foes as they hear the song of its unsheathing." She smiled at the very thought and stood, giving the sword a swing. However, warily glancing about as to make sure that nobody is awakening to see her irresponsible behaviour. "Careful," said Meadwine.
Meadowyn looked at her brother, "If you shall not name it then I shall." She looked upon the blade once more, carefully pondering on a name as she back down. "Orc's-Bane? Nay, it is a name too common. I think that the orcs have grown bored of it. Hrrmm..." She fell deep into her thoughts. So deep was her thinking that Meadwine gave her a strange look, not familiar at all with such behaviour from her and he had thought that he knew his sister wholly. Even so, he shook his head and finished his breakfast before taking a look out of the window behind himself; the folk were awakening and beginning their daily duties. "Wolve's tooth? Nay, hrm.. Warg's tooth. Nay!" Meadowyn muttered to herself, "Spike? Nay, it bores me. Hrrm- uh-..." Then she suddenly exclaimed, "The Widow-maker!" Meadwine lifted a brow and Meadowyn frowned, "Orcs have no wives. I think." She said and began to rethink. "The Bloody Mother," Meadowyn lifted her brows and looked over to her brother, a smile came onto his face and he laughed, nodding. "Blódmodor", he said. they both approved of the name and the sword was sheathed once more.
It was at that moment when the door across the way squeaked open and Aegaldred came waddling out. His hair an utter mess of him having just woken up, his eyes squinted. He groaned like one risen from the dead as he reached for water on the table, Meadwine and Meadowyn watching him in silence as he took a long drink from it. "Good morning," Aegaldred muttered. "At the tavern all night?" Asked Meadowyn. He gave a heavy nod, and it was obvious that he had a sore head. "Aye..." he said softly. Meadwine checked the water jug and then looked to Aegaldred, "You have finished the last of the water, you should go and get more," He said. Aegaldred grunted, grabbed the jug and walked towards the door, "You know not how difficult slumber is when Meadowyn's laughter shakes the very walls," He said, and made mock giggles. Meadowyn glared in his direction but Meadwine fought back the broad smile that sought to make its way onto his lips.
Other doors swung open about the house and they knew then that it was time to get busy.
