*~*Original Works*~*

[WildWildWindWhisperer]

The Celtic Journey:

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Kenzie feels the wind breeze across her backside, as she shifts position within the ornate leather saddle. She enjoys the breeze whipping off the highland hills and wishes to soak in these beloved highland winds. The winds leave her feeling alive, almost as though she could sail upon them, to a time that now lay as only part of her lingering memories.
Kenzie has ridden for days to reach the destination of the next place that she figures would be worthy of her talents with the sword. Currently the destination is a two-day ride, but Kenzie requires rest and to clear her mind of all the clatter. She knows that her heart needs something for it feels hardened, with a passionate fire too not wishing to be belonging to anything. The spirit within her no longer soars but has chosen to be well walled from being anything to anyone.

Shaking her head, of sweat drenched, long radiant wavy tresses, of shimmering mahogany Kenzie rubs the back of her neck, as she climbs down from the great stead. First, the left foot connects to the earth, then the right foot wearily sets beside the first. Allowing her body to slip along the side, of the darkness of, the massive beast, as Kenzie sighs, of the feelings of being saddle soar and battle weary. Holding the reigns tightly within her left hand, she wishes, so much, to simply have a warm meal, and something other than the earth to sleep upon. Not that she is taking to complaining but it simply crosses her mind, as a thought of remembering what she ‘once upon time’ had existed within.

Slowly turning around to face the sun, Kenzie, once more braces her resolution to succeed in the task of . Her mind went blank of what the task she supposedly is in process of carrying out. Voicing into the stillness, of the hilly open land, she declares aloud to her horse “ My stars! There must be more to this endless coast then hills, meadows and rocks.”

The warmth of the sun feels smooth and serene upon her face, as the highland winds caress every inch of her being. Kenzie soaks these within her soul, feeling the joy that does come only from being one with something. This brings peace, to consume and flow ever so gently within her spirit. A something that does not exist with Kenzie`s mind.

Kenzie wants to have silence, within the deep corners of her thoughts, but questions remain of her future. Kenzie could feel the boiling of feminine power rage within, but it conflicted with all she had been taught. Echoes of ’ You need to marry well, lassie! Not some hobo that provides little and is running off to wars, leaving ya with all the burdens.’ These come, as words from the females, that exist as her heritage.

To Kenzie those ideals feel archaic and worthless. ‘How on Mother Earth could any woman have needs to be depending upon a male for anything!’ Come, as her next thoughts. With this she reaches back over her shoulder, removing the silver ornate swords, from it`s strapping. She stops in her mid striding, whips the blade to ascend to the skies. It gleams, as the sun blazes upon the gloriously sharp edge, it blazes from the honors that it deserves. With the honors that she righteously errands. Kenzie feels the power of pure survival emanate, within her being. Just simply holding this remembrance of Kenzie`s own deeds give her knowledge that she is more than capable of caring for all her needs.Uttering aloud, to her dark animal friend, she voices “ Who could possibly think that I, am incapable!” The twinkling in her beautiful Scottish eyes glows of delights and mischievous splendor.

Taking to a solid stance Kenzie begins wielding the ornate sword, through the breeze filled air. Cutting it with swift strokes, of precision and a passion of a true confidence in her abilities. Then immediately she brings her form to stiffen, allowing the flow of energy to radiate within and then flow out. She closes her eyes, sensing the grandeur of the moment, feeling the kindness of standing tall for ones own self. She could feel the echoes of the Celtic female spirit consume her, live within her, and hopefully conquer all the questions.

Yet, once more there meander the questions of ‘What is next, lassie?’ These begin to weave within her current trial of thinking. She sighs, of the frustration that it provides, as she slowly replaces the silver sword, with the sapphire hilt. It sinks, to be within the leather straps and long leather pocket. Letting out another heavy breath, Kenzie gazes toward the realm of where the moon would rise. “ Another day shall eventually be arriving, Stewart.” She grimaces, over the need of sleep, as she whip her form to exist on top of the great black beastie..

The fine horse neighs, with feeling of a need for more rest, from carrying a rider. Especially a rider wearing armor. Kenzie pats his long full neck, to sooth out any protest. This gives no solace to the beast, for he to wishes for some rest. Rest that is not of the mind but of the body. Sensing the slump in this splendid creature’s loins, Kenzie once more dismounts. Keeping a good clasp of the leather reins, Kenzie took to holding a lead of a walking progression in their journey. She breath out a sigh of ‘the work is never done’. Then she maneuvers toward Stewart, while smiling, and softly voicing “ You know, my ole friend, it`s proper I do my share.”

In moments, she does return to be facing the warm sun, and immediately took to stepping within the occasional groupings of heathers, and grasses that litter the highlands. Wanting to hum a tune, she begins thinking of the songs that she had heard while sitting around the fire of three evenings ago.The men had been rowdy, with drunkenness, causing her to leave early, due to a quarrel of whom would be able to make her their own. Kenzie chooses to remember the lovely Celtic words of deep love that one male spoke of within a song he sung. The music had been sung by a proud male, with endless battle scars from war. He had sat beside the blazing fire, under the full moon and seemed to have a twinkling existing within his eyes. He sung of his beloved wife and the love they share. Told of the memories that he possesses, and of her heroics that came touched with tinges of love. “ That is what my soul wants. A love that does not debase and a life of being equal. A life where my many talents are useful, and something that lives in unison. ”

The humming enters into the air, as a choppy echoing along the grasses. The horse seems to be disinterested but slightly annoyed at the obvious lack of singing skills. Kenzie gathers a glimpse of this shaking of the beast`s head and the sudden loud whinny. “ Not impresses my ole friend? ” She laughs, over the idea that this beast would be sending up protest over her simplistic vocal skills.This renders forth a giggling and snickering, but Kenzie continues with her display of humming. She needs the entertainment, so that boredom would not settle within, and her thoughts could escape anything that she is not wishing to ponder of.

Walking went onward for an hour or more, then Kenzie decided to halt for a true rest. The location exists beside a babbling brook that comes as serene, and felt like a place of repose. With respite, Kenzie spots a few fishes, trundling along, within the smooth cool waters of the two-foot deep waterway. She raises to her feet, gather her sword, and quickly believe it to be a fine spear. The sword glistens, as it thrashes forth into the currents of the babbling waters. The rough raw smash against the bottom rocks is grinding to the ear.” Ouch!” Declares Kenzie, into the ever growing crisp air, that is ushering forth evening.

Stewart has taken to ignoring her by eating whatever grass there exist along the streams edges. He is consumed with consuming his fill of an evening meal. “ Ah! So you have totally taken to ignoring me, my ole friend. “ Kenzie squints, feeling playful and wondering if the beast feels he could do better. “You feel that this precious sword needs to be valued with being thrusts into a cold brook missing it`s prey. You may as well laugh, out loud, an d allow the echoes to ring off...” Kenzie glance around to discover something, anything that a sound would ring off of. Nothing comes into view. Nothing except a distant hill that would need climbing after she partake of her own meal. That is if she may ever actually acquire the fish to create a meal.

Returning attention to her task at the steams edge Kenzie decides to wade directly within the rambling waters. The coldness runs straight through to her skin and leaves a chill within her bones. This causes a sudden shiver, to wander up from the ankles, to the knees causing them to bend “ This is quite pleasant, Stewart! Let`s hope the shivers travel all the way up to my spine, so that I may truly feel awakened to the thrill, of being a fisher. It shall look great when I next render forth my legend to a possible employer. “ Kenzie snickers, over the concept of ever doing such.

Once more gathering the sword tightly in her left hand, maintaining a pose of her legs stiffened in warrior`s preparedness, her arms bent, with elbows pointing outward, knees slightly bent and gaze fully intent upon the waters she does await. The sword is currently within the grasp of her two hands. Her shoulders are tense with the knowledge that at any second one of those delicious fishes shall wander within the proper distance. Then in a flash there travel a small school of fishes between her feet and the sword is suddenly thrusts downward to spear instantly through a slightly fat fish. “ Ah ha! I have you! You bloody sea-demon. You dare, any of you dare to evade my swift sword and my stealth. “ The horse looks up at this and seems to almost think his rider needs human company. All before Stewart returns to his grazing efforts.Kenzie grimaces at him, and treads over to the waters edge to toss the fish upon the earthen bank.

Kenzie next carries out this ritual twice more. Each time she succeeds in catching a fish, and brings it to lay upon the stream`s earthen bank. The last effort has her pace upward, upon the earth, to make way in a search for a few sticks of wood for a fire. In a short time and a bit of effort she acquires the needed materials, with a bit extra for drying her wet clothing. The fire is then set to a blaze upon the earth next to the stream, and a small drying station created of branches is prepared to hang her wet clothing upon.

With this set Kenzie stakes the fishes upon a goodly sized stick, moves over two large sized rocks next to the fire, and sets the fishes to cooking. Relaxing next to the fire . Kenzie removes her wet clothing from her feet. She hangs what can be placed upon te make shift line, and sets the boots near the fire. All in hopes that they would dry before they continue on in their journey wander