For Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Evocative of the scenery of my latest WIP.
Röskva stood on the rath wall and gazed to where the dark northern hills met the dark sky, and the storm that embraced both hills and sky. For three days they had heard the rolling of thunder and watched spears of lightning tearing the grey billows, but the storm had come no closer.
Cian came to join her, his jaw clenched, apprehensive and angry, but not fearful. His father had brought this upon them, and although he could find no justification for it, Cian was yet his son.
“Are they come yet?”
The question was short, terse. He asked Röskva because she had the sight and might know, but he would rather have asked anyone else.
“The air is full of agitation, and I have seen lightning running along sword blades. The sea is high and I can hear waves crashing on cliffs. Whatever has come out of them is hiding from me.”
“It must be them,” he murmured. “And you can see no army? No swarm of fishmen?”
“If I could, I would have told you,” she replied coolly. “Your father has his invincible warriors, what have you to worry about?”
“How he got them is what worries me. No good can come of such a deed.”
Röskva looked at him with a hint of disdain. These people would commit the most heinous crimes and wring their hands afterwards because it offended someone’s sense of propriety.
“No good came to your sister, that is certain. But if he feels no twinge of conscience, why should you?”
Cian turned to her and his expression was so full of pain that Röskva felt ashamed of herself.
“What Delbáeth did to his own daughter was unnatural, and it has produced only monsters. If these are the weapons he and Morc are using against one another, the fishman will have done the same to Ceara, and that is a thought I cannot live with.”
The lightning continued to flicker on the hills, lighting the galloping horse and the rider flogging it up the cliff track to the gates.
“This is when we learn the worst,” Cian said, a wild light almost of pleasure in his eyes, as he leapt down the wooden stair, shouting to the watch to open up the gates