Maeve and Lugh were lying in the wavesweeper, laying side by side. Relaxing in the sunshine that rose at this time of the midmorning.
Maeve was still deciding if she wanted to run away. It was a bit difficult right now to want to if this was going to be her life. It was peaceful.
It was the day after their wedding though it felt like a lifetime ago. Narfi and Vali were the farthest thing from her mind. Maeve had a headache from staying up so late, the celebration had also been whitty.
The weddings in Esteroy, Lugh's island, often lasted well into the morning, and they hadn't gone to bed.
She listened to Lugh's breathing. Soft and smooth. His scent filled the space between them.
As Lugh rested, his arm above his head, he thought of his family and past. The only thing that would have made last night better would have been them celebrating with them.
