Something rustled inside her heart, and she felt her throat thicken with emotion. Power emanated from the sanctuary, like the hearth at Dundrennan where she would warm her hands after spending a day hunting with Isybelle’s falcon. A feeling of peace and tranquility flowed from the structure, and she felt the urge to toss a coin into one of the fountains later and say a prayer for her mother who was so far away.
