A Silver Road
Nov. 7th, 2025 08:13 amColleen is glad that her sister's spouse is one of their allies. As a Fianna having her sister fall hard for one of the Fionna had been nice to see. The Celtic werewolves and the ancient House of Sidhe had been as close as brothers for ages. Considering that her family could trace their bloodlines back to ancint heroes and kings who were both werewolves and at times Sidhe she knew the ties had been kept.
It meant, however, while she suffered from the dreams of long past battles her sons were touched in different ways. That was why her sister's spouse was helping them. Colleen was spirited onto a boat. Connor and Colin were with her and she was told to stay on course. They would see a distant shore when they were safe.
"The Famori. They won't find us," Colleen asked as she tucked a sleeping child in. She smoothed out some hair as she looked seriously at her in-law.
"From them, yes. I cannot promise total safety....as I do not know what pathway this will follow. Stay safe." They exchange a look. Colleen doesn't hug anyone who isn't one of her boys easily but she pulls the taller warrior into a hug. This may be the last time they meet.
The voyage is rough. Colleen hadn't realized that when she was told to follow a silver path that it had been literal and not some weird metaphor from a knight who had lived hundreds of years. One day Colleen would actually understand a Sidhe. Hopefully before Colin hits the age where he'll sound less like a child and more like a young sidhe. She can already see that it's going to be obvious something is different about him. To Colleen that just means wherever they end up she will have to find a place where people will not question a young-looking mother and two boys who should be identical save the fact one is starting to look like a young sidhe while the other favors her.
That becomes much less easy when they reach the shores of the place the silver path lead them. What is worse is that the small ship is tossed about by a storm. Colleen is able to keep herself and the boys mostly safe. An old injury in one leg screams as she gets them safely to shore. The wind from the terrible storm howls around them reminding Colleen of a battle a year before she had her sons.
"Careful. Keep hold of each other, Colin, take my hand...we need to get up to the trees. We'll be safe from the storm," she gives them calm instructions as she herds them up the beach they crashed on. Somehow they make it up to the trees and Colleen is deeply grateful that they found several tall thick ones they could shelter under.
"Are you alright?" She bends getting to one knee to check her sons over. Connor, who has always been very brave, just throws himself against her. Colleen feels a wave of sadness for having to run. For having to ask two boys who are barely five to be brave.
"Shh, it's alright, I gotcha," she murmurs trying to offer comfort.
"Mama?" Colin hadn't said Mama in a year. It had been Ma or Mom. Colleen peers over at him.
"What is it?" The boy just shrugs not knowing what to say.
"I think someone's gonna find us." Colleen considers the crashed ship and the storm. If someone is crazy enough to come out in this storm they will be found. She can see where she stumbled up the beach. It's almost embarrassing but there's nothing she can do.
"We might want to be found. I'm not sure where we ended up. That storm really tossed us about....A map. A map would be nice," she finally admits. Before she had just trusted that they would be safe. The storm would say otherwise.
It meant, however, while she suffered from the dreams of long past battles her sons were touched in different ways. That was why her sister's spouse was helping them. Colleen was spirited onto a boat. Connor and Colin were with her and she was told to stay on course. They would see a distant shore when they were safe.
"The Famori. They won't find us," Colleen asked as she tucked a sleeping child in. She smoothed out some hair as she looked seriously at her in-law.
"From them, yes. I cannot promise total safety....as I do not know what pathway this will follow. Stay safe." They exchange a look. Colleen doesn't hug anyone who isn't one of her boys easily but she pulls the taller warrior into a hug. This may be the last time they meet.
The voyage is rough. Colleen hadn't realized that when she was told to follow a silver path that it had been literal and not some weird metaphor from a knight who had lived hundreds of years. One day Colleen would actually understand a Sidhe. Hopefully before Colin hits the age where he'll sound less like a child and more like a young sidhe. She can already see that it's going to be obvious something is different about him. To Colleen that just means wherever they end up she will have to find a place where people will not question a young-looking mother and two boys who should be identical save the fact one is starting to look like a young sidhe while the other favors her.
That becomes much less easy when they reach the shores of the place the silver path lead them. What is worse is that the small ship is tossed about by a storm. Colleen is able to keep herself and the boys mostly safe. An old injury in one leg screams as she gets them safely to shore. The wind from the terrible storm howls around them reminding Colleen of a battle a year before she had her sons.
"Careful. Keep hold of each other, Colin, take my hand...we need to get up to the trees. We'll be safe from the storm," she gives them calm instructions as she herds them up the beach they crashed on. Somehow they make it up to the trees and Colleen is deeply grateful that they found several tall thick ones they could shelter under.
"Are you alright?" She bends getting to one knee to check her sons over. Connor, who has always been very brave, just throws himself against her. Colleen feels a wave of sadness for having to run. For having to ask two boys who are barely five to be brave.
"Shh, it's alright, I gotcha," she murmurs trying to offer comfort.
"Mama?" Colin hadn't said Mama in a year. It had been Ma or Mom. Colleen peers over at him.
"What is it?" The boy just shrugs not knowing what to say.
"I think someone's gonna find us." Colleen considers the crashed ship and the storm. If someone is crazy enough to come out in this storm they will be found. She can see where she stumbled up the beach. It's almost embarrassing but there's nothing she can do.
"We might want to be found. I'm not sure where we ended up. That storm really tossed us about....A map. A map would be nice," she finally admits. Before she had just trusted that they would be safe. The storm would say otherwise.