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Cillian went to protest but he could feel down the bond she was earnest in wanting him to spend some time with the family he had not seen for centuries. So he let her go with a thankful smile and a kiss to her hand before she left. Outside Morgase's garden was a large sprawling maze of...

All three leprechauns exchanged a look. "She's my mate," Cillian said out loud and the two women seemed to resign themselves, leaving him to explain the complexities of the leprechauns. "The further away teh wisher, teh easier it is to ignore lass. And teh Isles... Well... we're not exactly in...

Aoife took them all in with bewildered eyes but her eyes kept coming back to her brother. Hurt, grief, and shining love poured from her in an endless cycle. "A pleasure," the fae smiled to Sierra and then at the arm around his waist. With a shake of her head she sat down hard on one of the...

Cillian rubbed at the back of his neck with a nervous laugh as his mother glanced between them, reading between the lines about how the pair had met. "Wishes are a sacred deal," Morgase said with a solemn nod but the smile still tugged at her lips and her eyes had the odd faded expression...

Morgase's eyebrows almost disappeared into her greying hair. "Dreadlords are still around?" she took a sip of her tea and the expression her face was that of bemusement. "I would 'ave thought them and teh elves would have killed each other by now," Cillian glanced at his mother in surprise...

Cillian felt dumbstruck. His self exile had meant he hadn't been there for his sister as she not only found love, but the happiness of being a mother too. Guilt sat like a hard rock in his stomach as Morgase continued. "Aye, I would 'ave said around yer age lass," she stroked a hand down the...

Morgase's hurmph indicated she wasn't convinced the gaining of a mate was good enough to outweigh the loss of her son in her life for the last few centuries. At least she hadn't offered a snarky remark. Cillian took that as a win and offered a lopsided grin to which his mother rolled her eyes...

"Call me Morgase, dear. We leprechauns hold no such formalities like tae others," the greying woman waved a hand like one would a bad smell; a clear sign of what she thought of the other fae and their customs. Cillian resisted rolling his eyes. It was all well and good the leprechauns not...

Dad. Cillian's heart squeezed. Cici had been a nickname he had contented himself to having for the rest of his life from Rose; he had never had intentions of taking the place of her real father. Even if he was not in the picture, Rose deserved to leave the door open for him if she chose to find...

"Aye," Cillian replied miserably and was about to clamber out of the wagon with no small amount of reluctance when Rose darted off. Morgase glanced down at the small child wrapped around her leg with raised greying brows then to Cillian. He could see the calculations behind her warm brown...

Cillian didn't hide the grimace which only seemed to make Javid smirk. "Aye, well. Best be goin', you will come tae me funeral won't ye lads?" he clicked his tongue and FrauFrau trotted on. The tall leprechauns merely laughed but offered nothing more as the wagon trundled down the pathway. The...

Cillian winced but Sierra's sharp tone only made the other fae grin as though it were the greatest joke he had heard all day. Farin barely seemed to notice as he leaned forward to rest his arm on the pommel of the odd saddle and fix his whole attention on Rose. "This is Lolly, and that is...

Cillian laughed and juggled the reins of FrauFrau with trying to keep Rose in her seat and not leap from the wagon in an attempt to pet the birds. "Maybe when yer older, lass," he set her down quite firmly between himself and Sierra then turned his golden eyes to two identical pairs. "Farin...

Cillian couldn't help but chuckle at Sierras screwed up expression, especially when Rose looked the picture opposite to her mother. The young girl crawled onto Cillian's lap and stood to try and get a better view whilst he steadied her with a hand at her back. The further down the descended from...

There were no ley lines that led directly to the Golden Isles. Instead they opened out at one of six bridges that led directly to the island. As Cillian's cart appeared the bridge, which appeared to be made of stripes of coloured light, flickered like a startled deer. No doubt the magic sensed...