Marron chapter 2

Marron

1500"s BC

North America Southern Sidhe Acadiana mound-

Marron's little feet slapped against the shiny stones echoing through the mounds empty wide halls, so late! Why couldn’t she be like her sister Auden she would just arrive whenever, her hypnotizing smile erasing any negativity of being tardy.  It was in Marron's nature to be on time for things and her father would be disappointed.  Her mind produced all the faces of father being upset with her and she ran just a bit faster.  Marron barreled up to the side entrance doors and they flew open before she could collect herself.  Sometimes magic wasn't so handy.  She skidded to a halt hair and dress flying.  She must have looked like a banshee flying in to attack the crowd!  Everyone stopped speaking around the dining hall and gawked.  Whispers and grumbles started  in a hush that you  know can only be about you. Seventeen years of her life Marron had gathered for festivals with them.  They had fled here with her family after the battle with the Milesian's in Eire.  Most had watched her grow up with pride in their Princess but there  would always be a few who would gossip and judge.  Fairies the size of humming birds and colors of the rainbow buzzed about trying to fix her thick disheveled hair and pull the many layered skirts back into order. One little thing got trapped in a tangle of her hair like a  bug caught in a web tugging and pulling until it had to transport to another place all together to free itself.  Mother sighed as she stood up from the family dining table.  Facing the massive hall full of hundreds of Tuatha De Danaan she spoke in her silky voice “I am somewhat pleased to present my oldest daughter, Princess Marron”.  The hall rose from their seats and bowed quickly.  I returned with a quick curtsy sneaking a look at father who was sitting stage center for all to witness  his dark brown eyes squinted in inspection, forehead wrinkled in criticism, mouth pierced in frustration.  Yet another face to add to the memory catalog.  Marron dismissed the well meaning fairies that tisked in  her ear with a swish of  hand.  Discreetly she found her seat on the dais beside her mother. Queen Vawse patted her hand with her long graceful fingers and gave that loving glowing smile that made all the children feel amazing.  Fresh fruit and cheese was placed in front of her and a sparkling wine was poured.  We didn't  have the right climate in our area for wine but the Golden Grain mound in the west loved our sugar cane so the goblets were always full of delicious varieties of wine from that region.  It wasn’t until I was on my second glass of the sweet crisp vino, that I relaxed enough to take in the beautiful sight of the hall decorated for Ostara.  Spring had arrived!  The ceiling was covered in green vines their large white flowers dangled. Twinkling lights had been weaved into the vines making  the cavern glow.  My mother had insisted on planting flowering trees when they had first arrived to this country and they had grown tall and strong emitting the most amazing smells.  They were hung with colored glass bottles that glowed from candles inside.  Lush green grass covered the entire hall floor.   Wild flowers just beginning to blossom were hugging the legs of the tables and blanketing the roots of the trees.  Marron had always loved the curved walls of colored marble with its swirls of pale blue, faded green and creamy yellow it had been polished to shine.  Mother believed nothing could be more beautiful than nature.  She used  magic given to her by the powerful Manannan before they had left Eire to keep the hall amazing.  Before Marron could compliment her mother she felt a tug in her chest like a fish just hooked her arms goose bumped and pulse quickened.   She followed the pull looking down the long maple dining tables and realized new faces were in the crowd.  She connected with blue eyes the color of  turquoise stone.  That contact felt like a cosmic gate clanging together and locking! It made her gasp.  The man gave her the quickest dimple grin before embarrassment took over and  he looked down finding  his melon to be fascinating.  Marron inhaled and looked down her own table to her promised, Cullen.  He was busy regaling  father with a story that involved large hand gestures.  He saw her and smiled with only the smallest pause in his story.