Medieval Monday, autumn-style
WEEK 4
Another week of Medieval Monday!
Check out Medieval Romance Lovers as we share in the fall theme of "Nature" in our excerpts from our medieval stories. You’ll see weekly snippets each Monday on our blogs. And since I live in New England, home to memorable fall foliage, I will continue to try to post some photos!
I apologize for the tardiness of this post, as our family had a health emergency this week.
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This week’s snippet…
Set-up:
Domhnall is a Seer who descends from powerful Ancients with mystical abilities. He suffers from terrible visions of the Sight, an affliction that comes with each touch, except with Rosalie. He is taking Rosalie on a stroll through the village. They come upon the loch shore and he suggests they collect pebbles for her necklace-making. Rosalie is a crafter and fortune-teller, scrimping to make ends meet and support her uncle and aunt, but she is also on the run from a vengeful noblewoman not pleased with her readings. She tells lies for a living. Domhnall believes her to be a true seer.
Last week’s snippet is here. Now week 4…
Rosalie squealed with delight. “Look at this one!” She hovered intently over a pool, turning over rocks, not a care in the world as the hem of her simple gown grew soppy and her fingers muddy. She held a pebble up, face brimming with pride.
He drew nearer. “Bonnie. I see blue and opal.”
“Why are the unique ones here? They’re all round and smooth. So different from other places.”
He continued digging, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Not sure why. There’s plenty of lore about our region of Scotland. Magic in stones, some say,” he said, echoing his earlier statement. “I believe it’s rooted in nature. The lochs and rivers flow to this spot, and perhaps it has something to do with water’s movement and the rock composition. Others proclaim this area as gateway to the isles. My grandfather always told me stories of Norse warriors, battles and the like. It’s a mystical place, some say. Even the mountains have a story to their creation.”
“Maybe the water is magical, too?” She toyed with a sweet smile. Her dimple appeared again.
He wanted to kiss it.
Stay Tuned….
