Goddess Rising by Alisha Ashton

Author:Alisha Ashton [Ashton, Alisha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Alisha Ashton
Published: 2019-08-03T04:00:00+00:00

While it was difficult at first to understand the cause for the flurry of activity in the cave and surrounding camp, Skye slowly began to gather that the clan was preparing for someone’s arrival. When she asked who was coming, she was shocked by the response.

“Faolan,” replied Ciaran with wide eyes, looking every bit as stunned by the news.

New clothing was brought for her and she was amazed to realize that it must have been fashioned specifically for her. Instead of another borrowed man’s tunic like the ones Ciaran had given her, these garments were for a woman. When Ciaran got a look at them, his face seemed to turn 3 shades paler than normal. Skye studied him curiously when he motioned that he needed to go speak with Taran on the other side of the cave. He assured her that he would stay close. She nodded and watched him go before turning her attention back to the clothing.

The items were all far too beautiful and intricate to have been crafted while she had been sleeping. She nodded to herself as she realized someone had been carrying this with them – likely Latharn. The clan had been prepared for the day their paths eventually led them to ‘the One.’ After all, she would need to be dressed appropriately when presented to Faolan and Sorcha.

The dress’ style was modest and feminine, made up of a soft, white fabric and trimmed in cream-colored suede. Runes that she knew were associated with the Great Mother had been carefully embroidered along the collar and waist. The thick, hooded cloak of white fur would provide ample protection from the elements.

“Brother,” Ciaran greeted as he approached Taran.

Taran looked up from his work and did a doubletake upon seeing Ciaran. He shook his head before commenting, “Finally managed to tear yourself away?”

Ciaran smiled somewhat sheepishly at that. He realized all too well how strange his behavior had been since Skye’s arrival, he just did not care what anyone else thought. “What can I say? She inspires undivided attention,” he joked with a dazzling smile.

Taran sucked his teeth in reply. His jaw flexed as he turned back to the largely-unnecessary, mostly-habitual task of sharpening his weapons. He chuckled with a subtle hint of bitterness. Squinting back up at his brother, Taran granted, “Oh, your face alone makes that much clear.”

Ciaran tilted his head to the side, not catching his meaning.

Taran arched a brow and drew his hand over his beard. He studied Ciaran’s expression and posture for a moment, gauging the differences he found there. After a moment, he abruptly stood, causing his brother to take a step back. He motioned to his own left eye, then pointed to the fact that Ciaran’s was equally bare.

“It would seem you have had time to think of nothing else since her arrival,” Taran noted coldly.

Ciaran’s features tensed in response. His eyes widened in realization as he reached up to his unpainted eye and scalp. For the first time in nearly a century, he had not thought to mark himself as mourning.

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