Soaring~
Calum Iverach
Monaughty, Iverach
Rachel was at the breakfast table overlooking the seawalk outside their morning room. The sunlight framed her hair, highlighting the chestnut strands in her dark tresses. Twelve years ago, she had promised him a year and a day and set about banishing the ghosts of Monaughty. Every day since, he’d been glad she’d decided to stay.
Rachel was still in her robe, the lavender one, of course, because today was Solsday. She poured two steaming cups of breakfast tea from the teapot the butler left on the warmer. She added just the right amount of cream and honey when she poured it herself.
Little Isach pulled himself to a wobbly stand at her knee and reached for the tablecloth. Calum registered the flicker of orange and blue in the white linen folds,
