Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Laughter on the Water

“No, he’s not,” Brenna said.

Ciaran swallowed hard. He’d heard the druids sacrificed people to appease gods and make apples grow on trees, but this type of magic was - Brenna was a powerful sorceress. Should he bow or...?

“He’s just very far away, and this is the only way I can speak to him,” Brenna said. “Shouldn’t you be fast asleep, dreaming of a hard day’s work for tomorrow?”

“So...he’s a real person?” Ciaran peered into the bowl.


The man waved, and Ciaran lurched back.

Brenna sighed and said something in that foreign language that made the man laugh.

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