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Something cold was tickling her face but she wasn’t lucid enough to brush it away. She was in a dreamy daze, somewhere between light and dark, and the only sound that met her ears was that of birds singing overhead.
Consciousness came and went. She drifted into darkness again, a sweet and blissful place, until warm hands were on her and she gradually became aware that someone had lifted her up. She felt a gentle touch on her cheeks, stroking her.
“Destry?” she could hear the distinctly male voice. “Can you hear me, sweetheart? Open your eyes. Open them and look at me.”
Destry was trying; in fact, she was trying very hard but she just couldn’t seem to open her eyes. When she was able to marginally peep them open, the light was so bright that she closed her eyes again. The darkness swarmed around her and she drifted off.
Conor could see that she had passed out again. He was fairly woozy himself but he fought it; looking around, they were in heavy foliage, remarkably dry, as the weak sunlight beat down through the tree canopy overhead. Had he not been feeling so ill or confused it would have been a lovely sight. But all he could manage to feel at the moment was disorientation, confusion and nausea.
His last memory had been of kissing Destry in the dank, cold tunnel of Dowth mound. It had been hot and delicious, everything he could have imagined it would be. Then he had awoken in the overgrown grass, staring straight up at the sky, wondering what in the hell had happened. He felt as if he’d been on the losing end of a fight as he struggled to clear his head, sitting up slowly as the world rocked. He truly had no idea what had happened. Over to his left, he could see Destry crumpled on her side like a rag doll.
Heart in his throat, he forgot about his spinning head as he struggled to Destry’s side. Carefully, he rolled her on to her back, very carefully inspecting her pale face to see if he could see any visible damage. At this point, not knowing what had happened, he ran his hands down her arms and legs, feeling for broken bones, but she was intact. Then he carefully scooped her into his arms and tried to rouse her.
Destry was struggling to come around but she was still fairly out of it. Conor wasn’t feeling much better but at least he was upright. He held her against his broad chest, watching her sigh and twitch, before taking a look back up at the mound. He expected to see it exploded outward at the very least, because something had obviously thrown them clear of the mound; they were at least twelve or more feet away from it.
It took him a moment to realize that the mound of Dowth was very much intact and extremely overgrown. In fact, he could barely see the tunnel they had been huddled in for all of the growth around it. His blue eyed gaze drifted over the lines of the mound, something he knew very well, but it just didn’t look the same as it had a few minutes earlier. Puzzlement began to sprout.
“What the…?” he muttered.
His brow furrowed in confusion and he began to look around; nothing was as he remembered it; no fences, no farm houses, no neatly tended fields. It was all wild meadow as far as he could see. It was all very weird but he shoved his bewilderment aside. He had no idea what had happened to them other than some kind of natural explosion and decided the best course of action would be to return to his car and get Destry to a hospital. Then maybe he needed to get his head checked, too, because things didn’t look the same as they did just a few minutes earlier. Maybe the explosion had given him a concussion or something. He certainly felt like it.
He gently scooped Destry into his arms, cradling her carefully as he made his way around the east side of the mound. Here, too, it looked extremely overgrown and the entrance tunnels on this side were nearly completely blocked off with fallen stone and bramble. Greatly perplexed, he rounded the side of the mound with the expectation of
Consciousness came and went. She drifted into darkness again, a sweet and blissful place, until warm hands were on her and she gradually became aware that someone had lifted her up. She felt a gentle touch on her cheeks, stroking her.
“Destry?” she could hear the distinctly male voice. “Can you hear me, sweetheart? Open your eyes. Open them and look at me.”
Destry was trying; in fact, she was trying very hard but she just couldn’t seem to open her eyes. When she was able to marginally peep them open, the light was so bright that she closed her eyes again. The darkness swarmed around her and she drifted off.
Conor could see that she had passed out again. He was fairly woozy himself but he fought it; looking around, they were in heavy foliage, remarkably dry, as the weak sunlight beat down through the tree canopy overhead. Had he not been feeling so ill or confused it would have been a lovely sight. But all he could manage to feel at the moment was disorientation, confusion and nausea.
His last memory had been of kissing Destry in the dank, cold tunnel of Dowth mound. It had been hot and delicious, everything he could have imagined it would be. Then he had awoken in the overgrown grass, staring straight up at the sky, wondering what in the hell had happened. He felt as if he’d been on the losing end of a fight as he struggled to clear his head, sitting up slowly as the world rocked. He truly had no idea what had happened. Over to his left, he could see Destry crumpled on her side like a rag doll.
Heart in his throat, he forgot about his spinning head as he struggled to Destry’s side. Carefully, he rolled her on to her back, very carefully inspecting her pale face to see if he could see any visible damage. At this point, not knowing what had happened, he ran his hands down her arms and legs, feeling for broken bones, but she was intact. Then he carefully scooped her into his arms and tried to rouse her.
Destry was struggling to come around but she was still fairly out of it. Conor wasn’t feeling much better but at least he was upright. He held her against his broad chest, watching her sigh and twitch, before taking a look back up at the mound. He expected to see it exploded outward at the very least, because something had obviously thrown them clear of the mound; they were at least twelve or more feet away from it.
It took him a moment to realize that the mound of Dowth was very much intact and extremely overgrown. In fact, he could barely see the tunnel they had been huddled in for all of the growth around it. His blue eyed gaze drifted over the lines of the mound, something he knew very well, but it just didn’t look the same as it had a few minutes earlier. Puzzlement began to sprout.
“What the…?” he muttered.
His brow furrowed in confusion and he began to look around; nothing was as he remembered it; no fences, no farm houses, no neatly tended fields. It was all wild meadow as far as he could see. It was all very weird but he shoved his bewilderment aside. He had no idea what had happened to them other than some kind of natural explosion and decided the best course of action would be to return to his car and get Destry to a hospital. Then maybe he needed to get his head checked, too, because things didn’t look the same as they did just a few minutes earlier. Maybe the explosion had given him a concussion or something. He certainly felt like it.
He gently scooped Destry into his arms, cradling her carefully as he made his way around the east side of the mound. Here, too, it looked extremely overgrown and the entrance tunnels on this side were nearly completely blocked off with fallen stone and bramble. Greatly perplexed, he rounded the side of the mound with the expectation of
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