LUGH!!
She barged in, half expecting not to see him there.
But there he was.
Sitting at a table tucked against the far wall, framed by slivers of fading light, Lugh was hunched over parchment, a quill pen dancing across its surface.
Where he'd gotten either item was beyond her. Yet the moment her eyes caught the delicate ivory handle of the quill, she froze.
That was her pen!
A flood of questions swelled in her throat.
'You're not mute?'
'What did you—what did my daughter do to you??!!'
But she swallowed them all, suppressing her instinct to demand answers. There was only one question that mattered right now.
"Where were you?"
Her voice echoed.
The room stilled
Lugh paused, the quill stopping mid-stroke. His head tilted slowly, like a crow watching a distant fire. His lips moved, murmuring aloud the words she had just said.
"Where was I…"
He repeated it with the distant cadence of someone reading a phrase in an unfamiliar language.
