XIX

Rosalie

The light was beginning to break through the misty moors as we stepped out of the little, rudimentary dwelling, and out into the open air once more.

It was a little past day break based off of how low the sun still hovered over the horizon. And for the time of year, unseasonably colder than it should have been.

“I know that you have not exactly welcomed our presence here Morag,” I turned to speak to the old woman as her hunched form followed me out of the door, “or my kind for that matter. But thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Without your information I would still be completely clueless.”

The old woman said nothing. Her cloudy eyes staring into me like she could read through me without a word spoken. The reality was, that was exactly what she was doing. But it was an unnerving experience all the same. Perhaps the druid was simply assessing me to find some hidden agenda in my words.

But yet her eyes never faltered as they continued to probe my soul.

“I like you, wol