Fie Eoin Friday: Timin and the Silkie

Happy Friday, Aledans! If you read yesterday’s update, I’m sure you know how glad I am that the week is over. And to celebrate I have another cut scene for you! In the re-write Kaye passes out in the cove, and Timin’s already got a lady love (and a missing brother, which is why he was at the cove in the first place), so this scene had to be re-written. Enjoy!

Timin Breen had to get out of the hut. He was too old to be living with his parents, but until he found a woman to marry there was no place for him to go. He wasn’t likely to find a woman at the cove, but he liked the solitude it afforded. He didn’t have to worry about sticking out like a sore thumb in the cove. It was the one place where his sand-colored hair blended in.

He was just leaving the trees when he saw something disappear down the path to the cove below. Not sure what it was, but fairly confident the mountain spirits would not venture this far out, he gripped his spear and crept to the edge of the cliff.

It was a person. A female, he thought, but she was so mud-caked that it was hard to tell. She stumbled down the path, limping and not paying much attention to anything except her feet and the ground before her. He followed her down, his feet sure on the well-known rocks, and watched as she made a bee-line for the water.

Could it be a silkie? That would explain her footsteps – unsure on the ground. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag on the shore, then stepped into the water, slipping on the algae-covered rocks. She fell to her hands and knees but didn’t seem to mind, just scooped up water and splashed her face with it.

Timin stopped at the shore next to her bag and watched. It certainly seemed like something a silkie would do, until she scooped up a handful of water and brought it to her mouth. She began to cough.

“A silkie should know better than to drink the ocean,” he said as he chuckled.

She spun around and her eyes went from him to the cliff walls around them, to the top of the path he was blocking. When she spoke she kept her eyes on his spear instead of him. “What did you do to it?”

He laughed. He felt sorry for it, because the look on her face darkened, but he couldn’t help it. “Do to it? It’s the ocean. It’s always been like that.”

The look on her face said she didn’t believe him, nor understand what an ocean was. But before he could explain she spoke.

“What do you drink, if this water is foul? Or are your gods so cruel they surround you with water you cannot drink?”

That made Timin laugh again, although it was obvious she was not joking. “No. They gave us fresh water. It’s further inland.” He smiled at her, but she still looked wary. “I can show you, if you like?”

She looked around again and finally met his eyes. It took a long moment before she nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

Timin waited as she picked her way more carefully from the water, and he backed away from her things. She raised her eyes to meet his again and they were strange – not quite brown, but not any definable color either. The only other person he’d ever seen with similar eyes was his father. She spoke with an accent he couldn’t identify – she wasn’t from the coast. He knew most of the tribes within a moon’s trip, and she didn’t speak, act, or dress like any of them. She was too pale, her clothes too bright (his were dull from salt), and she smelled different. Woodsy.

She picked her bag up and slipped her feet into her shoes, and he smiled, trying to put her at ease. “Timin Breen, of Gaerlom.”

She slung the bag over her shoulder and gave him a long look. “Kaye Odion. Fie Eoin.” She coughed again from the salt and he remembered himself.

“This way. My village isn’t far, and the North River is even closer.”


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Rebecca Enzor

Rebecca Enzor is a chemist in Charleston, SC who writes Young Adult and New Adult Fantasy and Magical Realism. Repped by Eric Smith of P.S. Literary. Her debut novel, SPEAK THE OCEAN, comes out with Reuts Pub in Fall 2018!

2 thoughts on “Fie Eoin Friday: Timin and the Silkie”

  1. Whoo! Love it, Rebecca. I’m so glad your week is over and you decided to share with us this excerpt! I hope you have an amazing weekend, one so great that maybe you’ll share more of the story. 😉

    1. Thanks Tameri! I’m hoping to get back on the FEF horse regularly again, but it seems like every cut scene I find is so poorly written to me now that I can’t bring myself to post it without major editing, and that takes away from writing time 🙂 I do have a Yule FEF planned though – it’s a scene I love that never made it into any version of the story.

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