Caelihn

by Jenna Elizabeth Johnson

  Shoving my dismal thoughts aside, I turned Speirling toward the gate. I could worry about my mother’s lingering black taint on Eile when Meghan and I returned from our trip. We had the mortal world, the Weald, the Dagda’s abode and Erintara to visit before we returned home to make the final plans for the wedding, and we had only a couple of weeks to do it in.

  Clicking my tongue at Speirling, I encouraged him into a quicker stride, checking to make sure Meghan and Lasair kept up. Meridian swooped through the sky above us, and Fergus kept pace with the horses as we crossed the rolling fields of Luathara. We made it to the dolmarehn an hour after leaving the castle and bid farewell to the horses.

  Gathering up our packs, Meghan and I stepped into the cave together. Fergus and Meridian had gone in already and would meet us in the mortal world.

  “Are you ready, Meghan?” I asked quietly, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close.

  She tilted her head back and looked up at me with her beautiful hazel eyes. They darkened to honey gold for a split second before melting into green.

  “Of course,” she smiled.

  Stepping away, but keeping a firm grip on her hand, I winked back at her. “Then let’s go tell your family the good news.”