Post by GalwayGirl on Apr 18, 2013 20:50:55 GMT -5
So, this is a new story idea I've had and been working on here and there. Being busy with work and everything I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update. Figured I'd post it and see if you all think I should continue though.
Note Conan= Colm and Ryan= Raoul. I'll identify any other lads as/when they enter the story.
Enjoy!!
It was a misty night, the chill autumn breeze blowing through the trees, and every now and then the full moon shining dimly through the clouds to light the way for the caravan as it journeyed in the direction of the castle.
Maira shivered and pulled her cloak more tightly around her with one hand while keeping the other hand tightly on the reins of the wagon that she was driving.
If the tribe had not been desperately in need of food and a safe place to camp they would not be travelling at all, especially in the time of the full moon.
Ignoring the typical caravan creaks, rumbling, and of members of the tribe calling back and forth to one another Maira listened carefully for any noises that were out of the ordinary.
She heard the faint howl of a wolf, this had her enough on edge that she jumped and stifled a scream as her brother Conan stuck his head out of the wagon and poked her on the shoulder.
"Never do that to me again, do you want us to crash or something?" She demanded slapping his hand away and glaring back at him, her hazel eyes turning to the snapping green which happened only when she was angry.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, his boyish grin disappearing when he saw how upset she really was, "I never thought I'd spook you that easily."
"Tonight is just different..." she said vaguely, "There is something not right in the air."
Most people would laugh, but Conan knew his younger sister well enough to know she never reacted this way unless she sensed something wrong was in the air.
Lighting a lantern and crawling through the opening between the back and the drivers seat he sat down beside her, his brown hair reflecting golden specks in the flickering light,and his blue eyes staring questioningly at her.
"What do you think will happen? Not something to one of us right?"
"No of course not!" Maira replied quickly, "You know Raoul guards the tribe with an iron fist."
"Would be nicer if he cut his own family some slack.." Conan muttered staring straight ahead with a scowl forming upon his face.
"Now don't go getting upset again," she said laying her hand on his leg, "You know our plan is going to work and we will be free to live as we please."
Putting his arm around her shoulders he gently took the reins from her, with a sigh she closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder relaxing slightly for the first time that day.
"Do you really think that others will accept us and not think of us as Gypsy's? Conan asked speaking one of his greatest fears aloud.
Note Conan= Colm and Ryan= Raoul. I'll identify any other lads as/when they enter the story.
Enjoy!!
It was a misty night, the chill autumn breeze blowing through the trees, and every now and then the full moon shining dimly through the clouds to light the way for the caravan as it journeyed in the direction of the castle.
Maira shivered and pulled her cloak more tightly around her with one hand while keeping the other hand tightly on the reins of the wagon that she was driving.
If the tribe had not been desperately in need of food and a safe place to camp they would not be travelling at all, especially in the time of the full moon.
Ignoring the typical caravan creaks, rumbling, and of members of the tribe calling back and forth to one another Maira listened carefully for any noises that were out of the ordinary.
She heard the faint howl of a wolf, this had her enough on edge that she jumped and stifled a scream as her brother Conan stuck his head out of the wagon and poked her on the shoulder.
"Never do that to me again, do you want us to crash or something?" She demanded slapping his hand away and glaring back at him, her hazel eyes turning to the snapping green which happened only when she was angry.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, his boyish grin disappearing when he saw how upset she really was, "I never thought I'd spook you that easily."
"Tonight is just different..." she said vaguely, "There is something not right in the air."
Most people would laugh, but Conan knew his younger sister well enough to know she never reacted this way unless she sensed something wrong was in the air.
Lighting a lantern and crawling through the opening between the back and the drivers seat he sat down beside her, his brown hair reflecting golden specks in the flickering light,and his blue eyes staring questioningly at her.
"What do you think will happen? Not something to one of us right?"
"No of course not!" Maira replied quickly, "You know Raoul guards the tribe with an iron fist."
"Would be nicer if he cut his own family some slack.." Conan muttered staring straight ahead with a scowl forming upon his face.
"Now don't go getting upset again," she said laying her hand on his leg, "You know our plan is going to work and we will be free to live as we please."
Putting his arm around her shoulders he gently took the reins from her, with a sigh she closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder relaxing slightly for the first time that day.
"Do you really think that others will accept us and not think of us as Gypsy's? Conan asked speaking one of his greatest fears aloud.