'Bitter is the wind tonight It tosses the ocean's white hair Tonight I fear not the fierce warriors of Norway Coursing on the Irish sea' -9th Century Irish Poem
He had been watching her. For the past three moons now he had been silently watching her, a shadow and whisper within the vast godswood trees of the immense castle. Silent, tucked and hidden beneath the mighty heart tree. Ever vigilant. Ever observant. Always watching with his intense gray eyes...