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thing that does seem normal is the auburn haired strain that runs through their genes, and I remember once reading that only black hair has that ability. If both parents come from a line of black haired folk, they can sometimes have a child with red hair. It doesn't happen if you have brunette or blond parents. Only the black hair gene makes a redhead.
    Now I'm wondering if one of Doug's parents has black hair for him to get the copper tone in his hair. And everyone else fits the specs for dark hair genes. I'm a natural blond and I'm sitting with the only other natural blond here.
    I've seen skinny, slight, short, fat, tall, huge, their bodies are every kind, but one thing is common, gray eyes, dark hair. Or dark eyes, dark hair. I thought this land was full of fair headed girls and boys, but they're like so many other nations, only the children have blond hair which browns as they age.
    Looking back at Doug, I ask, “So, do you cook blood pudding? What is it exactly?”
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    Douglas :
     
    She says she's kidding, giving me a naughty smile, her eyes verily sparkling with glee. I believe she likes tae joke like that just tae shock people, except now Roddie's gone and planted that crazy idea in my heid and the more I think on it, the more I think he's mebbe right.
    He says she's like the goddess from Skye, who is well known for flashing her boobs at sailors. In order to pass her island she made the sailors pay a toll fee. In thanks she'd flash them and let them pass. It earned her quite the reputation.
    And just like Sgathach, Ellindt joked when we arrived that she'd just flash the lads and then no one would care about anything else.
    Sgathach was also responsible fer teaching the art of fightin' tae many an aspiring warrior, including Cu Cullain, and in less than an hour Ellindt has displayed her fightin' ability.
    She made that squab with Heather look deid easy when we all know Heather MacFarlane is worse than the lads when it comes tae planting a black eye on a whelp who looked at her wrong. She isnae a walkover and yet Ellindt whipped her in one move.
    It cannae be coincidence.
    If anyone would know, it's me. My family originally come from the Isle of Skye. Dunvegan castle has been held by ma cousins fer over seven hundred years, and it's a protected family tale of how one of my ancestors married a faery. Those fierce sidhe protected the castle and the land from falling into foreign hands.
    My family know all about the fierce goddess from Skye, we know all about how beautiful the fey are and how they dinnae mind marrying humans. It's in ma blood. I have a sidhe ancestor and she gave birth to a boy.
    I'm Sìol Tormoid.
    Ellindt even spoke down tae Heather, as if she knows she's fey royalty and Heather isnae, and then gave me that wee speech about being a lady.
    Her auntie looks like them tae. All long moonbeam hair, crystal eyes, skin like a pearl, and a voice gaelic was born fer. The way they speak ye just want tae close yer eyes and listen tae the lullaby. It does strange things tae ma heart and mind. It's intoxicatin'.
    Ellindt feels familiar because ma blood recognizes her.
    When she holds my gaze I'm instantly aware I'm staring at her, frownin', and quickly smile back, not wanting her tae know we're ontae her wee secret.
    One of the rules of Highland engagement is the head blow. Ye win the fight when there is blood within an inch of the eyebrow, and she just said so casual how she likes blood, lots and lots of blood. She's a warrior. She's been droppin' all the right hints. Ellindt is either Sgathach reincarnated, or she comes from the same bloodline as the sidhe.
    “So do you cook blood pudding? What is it exactly?”
    Her hand is still on ma leg and I can feel the heat scorching down tae the bone. She's hot, unnaturally hot.
    “We cook it,” I nod. Looking at Stuart, I ask, “De yae ha'e any blood puddin' ready yet?”
    He looks impatient, handing me a clay oven dish.
    Lifting the lid, I offer a slice of the