Cailín (Lass) (Anam Céile Chronicles) by Rosalind Scarlett

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    And
then, there be nothing I be more acutely aware of than his scent; aware of it
through her, in this dream, as she breathes in the intoxicating sweet yet musky
aroma that emanates from her lover.  Still detect the scent in me nostrils I
could upon awakening, virtually savour it in me throat, feeling intoxicated by
the mere memory of it, so distinct be the imprint it left upon me mind.
    At once
upon awaking, I recognised this to be a memory of a life past.  And I be
indubitably definite that her lover be me Donovan.  Never had I been more
certain of anything in this lifetime as I be then!  I trembled uncontrollably
in awe of this indescribable feeling that overtook me.  Even though I had just
awakened from a long nights slumber, nearly depleted I felt as a consequence of
its colossal impression upon me spirit.
    When at
last me trembling had subsided, me mind was clearer than ever it had been
before.  Certain I be this meant our souls were entwined and destined we were
to meet in each lifetime and fulfill our life together.  Undoubtedly,
fundamentally changed I be with the knowledge I now possessed, significantly
altered to the core with this quest of me soul. 
    I want
to feel you, the rush, the passion, the intensity of me soul coming to life. 
    From
that day forth, I felt overtaken with restlessness, heightened in me intense longing
to lay eyes upon him once again.  Thoughts of him did always linger upon me
mind.  No longer did I attribute me feelings to some girlish infatuation or
question the validity of them and me choice to follow the path to his arms.
    Over
the course of the next year, Donovan visited our farm many times.  It seemed to
me he did call on us to check-up on our animals more frequently than I recalled
the tréidlia doing before, but then perhaps me perception be due to the
acute awareness I held fer any sign of his presence. 
    Still,
I dared to hope he had ulterior motives that brought him to our farm. 
    Could
it conceivably be he seeks out further interactions with me?  Swear I detect him
watching me from the corner of his eye as he works at times.  Yet, nothing else
he does infers he has an interest fer me . . .  So confusing ‘tis!
    Since
commonly I be out wandering the fields beyond our property, many times I be
most exasperated to only glimpse him departing as I skipped up our path. 
    I knew unsuitable
it must be to love him as I did, yet powerless I be to dislodge that which had
possessed me soul so completely.  Besides, little care did I have fer such
thoughts.  I thrived upon that life changing passion, that love which had
awakened the deepest part of me soul, bringing me to life and urging me to
reach fer ever more.  It planted a fire in me heart and brought peace to me
mind.  
     

    S ince a
mere tot I be, me Mama had noticed the ceangal I have with animals and
especially with horses.  She remarked it be a connection on a much deeper level
that went beyond a simple affinity.  Me father, of course, thought it all
nonsense and careful she be not to include him in discussions regarding me
abilities, fer not wishing to give him another reason to proclaim me a child of
the sidhe .
    One day
in late May just past me sixteenth birthday, whilst out tending to me duties
with the animals, I noticed Morrissey looked not himself.  I went to him and
ask him what be the matter and he expressed to me that he be tinn . 
    Immediately,
I went inside the cottage to inform me parents.  Me mama be concerned as I, fer
she understood the gift I have. 
    Me
father, on the other hand, took a bit more convincing, especially since there
were not yet any obvious symptoms.   But,
fortunately his respect and dependence upon that old aiteann made him
think twice about risking not taking heed of me warning.
    He
drove to town to alert the tréidlia .  Dr. O’Connor was not available, so
Donovan willingly made the trip out to our farm to have a look at Morrissey. 
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