Morrie & Lachlan
Lachlan had been to many Turnings in Castyll, even though they were not occasions he had particularly looked forward to. They were all beautiful, and on a much grander scale than anything in Glynn, but none felt as special as this one did. The part Lachlan played in helping with the displays did not factor into the matter at all, and it was all down to his present company.
“You can’t be more surprised than I was,” Lachlan admitted with a faint trace of humour. To say that the Danu had not been particularly encouraging was an understatement of epic proportions, but the observation was not nearly amusing enough to distract Lachlan from Morrie’s admission that she wanted him to return home. He paused for a moment, touched, but followed in her lead when she chose to move along swiftly. The resentment in her voice proved to be enough of a distraction for him, and Lachlan raised an eyebrow just slightly, not knowing exactly where that feeling of Morrie’s had sprung from. “Forgiveness had nothing to do with it, this was for Canwyn. It would have been madness to not make full use of the blessing of my unbound Gift, and I hardly believe I am saying this, but I must admit I agree with the Danu on that at least.”