The Market Stall
At first Elan stood there with a kind of horror looking at Gwydion ….it was an accident. But who’d believe her?
They had a struggle. He had caught her trying to escape and things got messy. They were by all his potions. It was the middle of the night.
She had planned it; things packed; traveling light and it was a full moon with just enough clouds for cover. Only….something unexpected happened. There were sounds coming from the harbor that were loud and carried across the market stalls and things happened fast.
Gwydion, her Druid stepfather awoke and lit a candle illuminating her plot to escape. He caught her by her long dark woad mixed with indigo blue robe. And as they struggled, she fought with the might of desperation to be free of him; if not for herself than she told herself to fight for her mother whose fate he had doomed by her own eyes.
It was the kick. Part caught in the robe but twice as hard of a kick which sent them both flying into the table with all the glass potions and she fell forward onto him, and they fell backward with him below her, her robe caught and forcing the doomed impact to the Druid.
And afterward…. she stared a long time wondering what to do no longer seeing the shrouded prone shadowy outline of her nemesis
* yes, update of Druid’s name is now to be canon to the story loge (Gwydion)
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