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earth, Horatio…"
"Shakespeare?" Keelin asked. Fiona nodded and kept walking.
"Okay, then." She blew out a breath and made a note not to laugh about the astrology stuff. She couldn't knock some of it. Even science had proven that the sea's tides were governed by the pull of the moon. Perhaps there was more to these forces than she knew. They approached the bottom of the path and Keelin steadied her breathing as the necklace hummed at her throat. Stepping from the path onto the warm sand, Fiona reached out a hand and stopped Keelin from proceeding further.
"No further. Just look." Fiona spread her hands out and turned. Her face creased into a smile and the sun shone its warm light onto her. She laughed and held her arms up to the sky, looking like a yogi doing a mountain pose.
The cove spread before them, infinite in its beauty. Here, the wind was sheltered and sun's rays were soft. The cliffs, which were so scary from above, cradled them, creating a feeling of safety. Keelin wanted to rip her clothes off and dive in and float in the effervescent waters. It was the most private of places, a piece of her, and she felt that she had come home.
"I know," Fiona said. "This is home."
"It – there are no words. I feel giddy," Keelin said. She wanted to dance naked on the sand. She could almost feel the cool caress of the water and the weightless feeling as she floated, unencumbered, and stared at the sky. Dizziness hit her, and she grabbed her water flask and took a sip to clear her head. Never had the call of the ocean hit her as hard as this.
"It calls to you. To anyone, actually. Those who are too weak often go running right in and are pulled out to sea. It beckons." Fiona nodded towards the water. "You must never go past this point without saying a prayer or giving an offering. Remember that."
Fiona pulled the bundles of flowers she had tied on the walk from her bag. With a small stick, she drew a circle in the sand and pulled Keelin into it with her.
"It is with purity of purpose, the greatest of admiration, and respect for the power here that we ask to enter the cove. As descendants of Grace O'Malley, we enter the cove with love, as is our birthright." Fiona laid the bundles of flowers outside the circle and handed a bunch to Keelin.
"Come, we can put these in the water as well." Fiona held her flowers in front of her and walked softly towards the water, pulling Keelin with her.
The water rippled towards them, coaxing them closer. Fiona laughed freely.
"It has such a mood. A siren's song, if you will. Many who come here are lost to it. It will be nice to us though. We've brought the appropriate gifts and it will be happy that you are home," Fiona said. Together, they flung the flowers far into the water. Keelin felt happiness pierce her heart as she watched the blooms flutter down to the water, where they rested gently on the waves.
Fiona peeled off her boots and, laughing with abandon, ran to the water's edge. She threw another bouquet of flowers into the air and they split, showering down onto a wave that reached up to catch them. Mesmerized by the sight, Keelin stood frozen.
"Come, Keelin!"
Keelin raced to the water. She skidded to a stop next to Fiona and let the water caress her ankles. Grains of sand squished between her toes and the sun warmed her shoulders. The feelings were intoxicating. Keelin never wanted to leave.
"Let me show you my favorite spots," Fiona said, eagerly pulling Keelin down the shoreline. Fiona stopped in front of a small cluster of rocks that formed a tidal pool with about six inches of clear water. Keelin could make out small fish darting between the rocks, and thin strands of a bright green sea grass waved in the water. Fiona bent and culled some of the grass and placed it in a small jar with seawater.
"This is the best stuff for the face creams that I make. Something about this particular sea grass works better than any other I have seen," Fiona explained. Keelin looked at the
"Shakespeare?" Keelin asked. Fiona nodded and kept walking.
"Okay, then." She blew out a breath and made a note not to laugh about the astrology stuff. She couldn't knock some of it. Even science had proven that the sea's tides were governed by the pull of the moon. Perhaps there was more to these forces than she knew. They approached the bottom of the path and Keelin steadied her breathing as the necklace hummed at her throat. Stepping from the path onto the warm sand, Fiona reached out a hand and stopped Keelin from proceeding further.
"No further. Just look." Fiona spread her hands out and turned. Her face creased into a smile and the sun shone its warm light onto her. She laughed and held her arms up to the sky, looking like a yogi doing a mountain pose.
The cove spread before them, infinite in its beauty. Here, the wind was sheltered and sun's rays were soft. The cliffs, which were so scary from above, cradled them, creating a feeling of safety. Keelin wanted to rip her clothes off and dive in and float in the effervescent waters. It was the most private of places, a piece of her, and she felt that she had come home.
"I know," Fiona said. "This is home."
"It – there are no words. I feel giddy," Keelin said. She wanted to dance naked on the sand. She could almost feel the cool caress of the water and the weightless feeling as she floated, unencumbered, and stared at the sky. Dizziness hit her, and she grabbed her water flask and took a sip to clear her head. Never had the call of the ocean hit her as hard as this.
"It calls to you. To anyone, actually. Those who are too weak often go running right in and are pulled out to sea. It beckons." Fiona nodded towards the water. "You must never go past this point without saying a prayer or giving an offering. Remember that."
Fiona pulled the bundles of flowers she had tied on the walk from her bag. With a small stick, she drew a circle in the sand and pulled Keelin into it with her.
"It is with purity of purpose, the greatest of admiration, and respect for the power here that we ask to enter the cove. As descendants of Grace O'Malley, we enter the cove with love, as is our birthright." Fiona laid the bundles of flowers outside the circle and handed a bunch to Keelin.
"Come, we can put these in the water as well." Fiona held her flowers in front of her and walked softly towards the water, pulling Keelin with her.
The water rippled towards them, coaxing them closer. Fiona laughed freely.
"It has such a mood. A siren's song, if you will. Many who come here are lost to it. It will be nice to us though. We've brought the appropriate gifts and it will be happy that you are home," Fiona said. Together, they flung the flowers far into the water. Keelin felt happiness pierce her heart as she watched the blooms flutter down to the water, where they rested gently on the waves.
Fiona peeled off her boots and, laughing with abandon, ran to the water's edge. She threw another bouquet of flowers into the air and they split, showering down onto a wave that reached up to catch them. Mesmerized by the sight, Keelin stood frozen.
"Come, Keelin!"
Keelin raced to the water. She skidded to a stop next to Fiona and let the water caress her ankles. Grains of sand squished between her toes and the sun warmed her shoulders. The feelings were intoxicating. Keelin never wanted to leave.
"Let me show you my favorite spots," Fiona said, eagerly pulling Keelin down the shoreline. Fiona stopped in front of a small cluster of rocks that formed a tidal pool with about six inches of clear water. Keelin could make out small fish darting between the rocks, and thin strands of a bright green sea grass waved in the water. Fiona bent and culled some of the grass and placed it in a small jar with seawater.
"This is the best stuff for the face creams that I make. Something about this particular sea grass works better than any other I have seen," Fiona explained. Keelin looked at the
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