|A portrait of my mother wearing some articles of traditional Greek Revolutionary era clothing (1821) over more modern ones.|
It's pretty symbolic and it was done as a birthday present to her
Saorail - Part III"Evening, Ms Kayleigh."
My hand flew over my mouth to stifle the scream ready to burst out. "My God, ó Mordha! You nearly made my heart stop!" My heart thundered in my chest; it was already bad enough that I had sneaked out while my da was still awake. Riley jumped down from the branch he was sitting on, laughing and grinning as I scowled and tried to calm down. Thank goodness the house was a bit a ways back.
"Forgive me, then, for giving you such a fright," he chuckled.
I sighed and smoothed out my jacket, not sure about whether to look at him or not. "I will if you answer one thing for me," I peeked up at him quickly enough to see the curiosity on his face, "How did you find the right window?"
His grin widened, giving him the appearance of a giddy child. "Did I now? It was a lucky guess; I'm quite good at that. Guessing, I mean," When he looked at me, he shook his head; he must have seen the doubt there. "Relax yourself, Kayleigh ó Briain. You need not worry about me. I'm s