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Children of the Moon 04 - Dragon's Moon

Children of the Moon 04 - Dragon's Moon

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now that the Chrechte vows had been spoken, there was no going back.
    She was mated. If Ciara lost Eirik, she might well lose her mind as her mother had, but the option of living without him was no longer open to Ciara, either.
    She could only hope becoming pregnant proved difficult as it did for so many Chrechte. She needed time to conquer one terror before taking on another. And she was far from conquering the dread being mated birthed inside her.
    But love was an emotion that would not be denied, no matter how hard she tried. She loved her adopted family every bit as much as the one of her birth. And she loved her mate with everything in her soul.
    It was not merely Ciara’s wolf that demanded overt connection to him. Her human heart craved it as well.
    And always would.
    She only hoped that in time, he would learn to love her as well. She suspected that if he did not, the dread inside her would only grow.
    Eirik spoke his vows in a strong voice that rang throughout the hall. Ciara said hers with equal conviction. If she was to do this thing, she would do it with the whole of her considerable will.
    Emily wanted to host a gathering at the latemeal to celebrate the nuptials, but neither Ciara nor Eirik were willing to put off speaking to the elder, Boisin.
    Despite two nights without dreams or visions, Ciara’s sense of urgency had continued to grow in regard to finding the Faolchú Chridhe . And as her mate, Eirik appeared to share it.
    So, after hugs of congratulation and many hearty pats on Eirik’s back, their little party of four borrowed horses from the Balmoral and rode out.
    B oisin lived in a thatch-roofed cottage nearly an hour’s ride from Balmoral Castle. A white-haired old man sat on a bench outside whittling. He ignored, or did not hear, the approach of their horses, his focus entirely on the small wooden figure in his hand.
    When Ciara and her companions drew near, Eirik raised his fist to indicate they should stop. Then he swung down from his horse before turning to help Ciara do the same.
    The old man stood with the help of a walking stick. “Welcome, clansmen of the Sinclair. You can take the horses around back for a bucket of water and grazing.”
    “Thank you, elder,” Eirik said and then nodded his head toward Lais, who grabbed the reins for two of the horses and led them away.
    The others proved their good training by staying where they’d been left.
    “You are Boisin?” Eirik asked.
    “Aye, and who might you be?” Though the way the elder looked at them, she felt he already knew the answer.
    “I am Eirik and this is my mate, Ciara.” Eirik laid a proprietary hand on her waist, but Ciara found she did not mind. “Our companions are the healer, Lais, and the seer, Mairi.”
    Boisin gave Mairi a long look filled with what seemed like joyful relief, but how could that be? “So, that is your name, child. Called after the Virgin Mother then.”
    “Mairi was my grandmother’s name as well,” the seer said in a quiet voice.
    Boisin nodded and then met Eirik’s gaze. “You’ve come to hear stories, I’m guessing.”
    “Aye. We came in hopes you would have time to share a conversation and a cup of refreshment with us.” Eirik handed the old man a skin of wine. “We would be honored if you would share your stories as well.”
    “I’ve a little time, I suppose. My great-granddaughter’s birthday is a week off yet; her little figures can wait a bit.”
    Ciara looked down to the whittling the man had set aside and was surprised to see a set of three exquisitely carved fairies, though the third was not done. No bigger than three inches tall, they were the perfect size for a small fist to hold in play.
    “We thank you,” Eirik replied.
    Boisin cocked his head to one side, giving Eirik a long look before saying, “You’re welcome, but we’ll be sharing more than stories, Éan prince. You’ve come for answers and I have them.”
    Lais came back for the other two horses, giving Mairi a searching look, as if checking for any change in her well-being in the few minutes they had been apart.
    She rolled her eyes. “I am fine.”
    “Aye, she is safe here, with me,” Boisin said, his tone as if he was speaking of family, not a total stranger.
    And then, leaning heavily on his cane, Boisin led the way into the cottage.
    Inside, they found more furniture than most crofters could boast of. A table and four chairs took up one side of the single-room dwelling. A bed and chest took up

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