Mo Cheann Beag

Excerpt from the first chapter of my work-in-progress

Étaín paused, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to enjoy the early spring sun on her skin. She took a deep breath, inhaling the early morning fragrances of the forest: dew on grass, leaves, and berries; the musky scent of red deer that had been bedded down around her; flowers persisting through the blanket of leaves to show their colorful blooms. She sighed, opening her eyes, and continued towards the river, the thought of fre...