Sunday, 4 November 2012

October Memoir and Backstory Blog Challenge Day 11

I feel really bad about not finishing the October Memoir and Backstory Blog Challenge that I decided I would finish it, even though it's no long October. I'm going to start where I left off and post whenever I can. My life has definitely calmed down a lot and is a lot less crazy than it was in October.

Saoirse Eleventh Year

After the incident the previous year, Saoirse never went anywhere without her bow and quiver and a knife. Her father kept a close watch on her by having a soldier tail her wherever she went, even if she wasn't aware of it. She soon discovered the tail, however, but never said anything to her father, knowing that it made him feel better. Artair had the men who had attacked Saoirse found and burned as an example to anyone else who would attempt to harm his family.

In her eleventh year, the king decided it was time to go on a royal procession. He, his wife, his children, and some of the court would travel to the different towns in Dunan. There were two small towns in the forest, Malra and Ranin, with Aberness situated in the middle. They would travel to Ranin, as it was the closest of the two, take the long trek to Marla, and then return to Aberness.

Saoirse packed mainly thin dresses, since it was the summer months, with a few trousers and tunics also thrown in for good measure.

They left one morning ere the sun had risen. She had her own horse and rode next to her father. Artair and his family rode at the front of the column with a large guard. Many soldiers accompanied the group of travellers to make certain that the royal family was not harmed in any way. A few of Artair's most important courtiers also went with them.

Saoirse watched as the sun's rays pierced the boughs of the forest. It was a beautiful day to start a journey.

It took the company four days to reach Ranin. Saoirse occupied herself with focusing on people's thoughts and listening to those of the animals as well.

When they finally reached Ranin, the day was coming to a close. They came to a place where the trees were much sparser. The leader of the village, a man by the name of Breandan, welcomed them to his village. It was a small village with the buildings up in the trees as all the buildings were in Dunan. Beyond the trees was the ocean. The company could see the blue of the ocean through the trees. The harbour held many small fishing boats, as well as several larger trading vessels.

They spent three days in the village. Saoirse spent that time exploring it and playing with the children in the village. She made many friends in those few days. She knew that had they known she was a silvern they would not have been as friendly.

She met the silvern of Ranin, a woman by the name of Ceana. The woman knew exactly what Saoirse was, but never said anything.

On the fourth day they left early in the morning. The night before, Breandan had had a great feast for the company and several of the more important village citizens had been in attendance.

The company made their way on toward Malra. The journey took ten long days through the never-ending landscape of trees. Saoirse discovered her love of travelling during that trip.

When they arrived at Malra, Ailean, the village leader, greeted them warmly. Artair chose to remain there for four days.

Saoirse enjoyed discovering the village and met more people. She spent the most time with Ailean's daughter, Una. They became very close friends and enjoyed spending nights sitting in the trees watching the stars.

The silvern of Malra, Sorcha, also met Saoirse. She kept the young girl's secret, but was worried about what consequences there would be in the future.

The journey home took eight days.

When they arrived back at Aberness, Saoirse sent letters to all of her friends. She kept up her friendship with all of the children she had met. She always waited anxiously for the hawks to return with their letters, relishing in reading what was occurring in their lives.

Quote of the day: To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. - Oscar Wilde