"As soon as he could walk, Moira had taken Aidan on her travels with her. When the spring came, they’d set out across Tangnafedd, to all the places where the best herbs grew – wormwood in the hills in the North, basil in Gwylian Bay, lavender on the high fields near Silvermere, St. John’s wort in the thickets of pine forests.
Moira seemed to know every village, every settlement and solitary farmstead in the talaith, so when night came, they always found a place to sleep. Even if hospitality hadn’t decreed that every traveller be given a place at the hearth and something to eat, they were always welcomed, for there was always an aching tooth, a sprained ankle, a fevering child or a badly-healing wound, and the villagers knew that Moira could always help.
Aidan knew no other life, and desired no other life."


Starting the rewrite of my "Rhyddion Chronicles". Or rather, at this point, reconception. Moira has moved up from being a kitchen maid. Loving the countryside. ^___^

Pencil, Photoshop, watercolour texture.


Find out more about "The Rhyddion Chronicles" here: [link]


Note: No, I did not name this for the Loreena McKennit song. The funny thing is, though, that after hearing for years that her albums were so wonderful, I broke down *this week* and ordered a CD of hers on amazon.de. I got the package today and was quite flabbergasted that it had a song on it called "The Old Ways"!