Current mood:

happy

Home...
((Going into third person pov here for a moment, because it feels more appropriate))

Meadhbh woke up on the soft rug, smiling softly. The clean, salty smell of the sea drifted into the tent on the breeze, ruffling her hair slightly. She moved carefully, disentangling herself from Gilder's arms and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

She took a deep breath and walked out of the tent, looking over her small retreat with some satisfaction. It had been hard to find, and it was hard to get to...but then, those were two of the main selling points. It was unlikely that she would be found here, unless she wanted to be found.

Gulls ducked and played in the wind over her head, and she leaned on the fence around the small garden. She could live here...a hermit away from the world. The garden and the sea would provide all the food she could need. It was easily the best fishing she'd ever seen. And there would be no conflict, no fighting, no war...it couldn't reach here, not this far from civilization.

Meadhbh sighed softly, glancing back at the sleeping form on the floor of the tent. They could be safe here. The prospect was almost too desirable. She knew she couldn't do it. She couldn't leave her friends, or Ceara, and she had unfinished business to take care of with her parents.

One day, perhaps, if the war ever ended. One day she may be able to retire here, to her little home by the sea. Perhaps with Gilder by her side, if he'd put up with her that long.

She'd been looking for a home for so long...ever since she left the cottage in the woods so long ago. This place...this place was home.