She took a minute or two to tell him of her most recent adventures, not because the conversation was anything but one-sided, but because she thought that somehow, he might be hearing what she was saying.
It hadn’t always been that way. She had very vivid memories of her first encounter with Tosdach of Sàraichte. She had been brought inside the manor house, out of the rain, bedraggled, hungry, and exhausted. She honestly had little memory of the journey there save an endless, terrifying flight in the care of people she couldn’t have identified at present if her life had depended on it. Her parents had been slain, her siblings gone, and she alone had been spirited off for reasons no one would tell her. She’d been a child, so she had learned to think of it as a rescue.
Her grandfather had m
