{Celt}

Celticnight Donnachaidh 

*Slinging her bag over her shoulder she makes her way down the street in search of a local coffee shop. She preferred the local bistros to the national brands they always made the best lattes. Placing her order at the counter she slides the clerk a ten and tells her to keep the change. Taking her seat along side the building she watched as people scurried by. It was still daylight so only humans would be about but the sun was setting and soon those who walked in the darkness would make their appearance, Taking a sip of her hot drink she looks up one side of the street and down the other, her skin prickling. There was someone of her kind close by she could feel them. Holding her bag close she hurries down the street to the large enclose shopping complex, No longer feeling the faint tingle of their presence. she relaxes once more. Resting on a bench next to the fountain she again observes the humans as the go about their business. She knew she was risking it all, but her curiosity had gotten the best of her. She wanted to know if her premonition about the baby she had delivered those many years ago was correct. was he the warrior he was born to be? Perhaps if she came to the places that his kind frequented she would see him*