Chapter Twelve
"A woman's intuition should always be followed, for her body is of the earth, her blood of the cool oceans and her spirit of the wild moon. Her logic and instinct are undeniable, and to her premonitions, attention should always be given."
-Code of the Feminine; author unknown
A cool, salty breeze set lace curtains fluttering like the skirt of a dancing girl. The wind was bitter, as was everything around Rhiannon. Paint curled and lifted on the windowsill painted as white as the stretch of crushed seashell beach. The wind blew west off the vast Carnaid Sea. Rhiannon searched its breadth watching great ships appear on the horizon carried along on an ever-present wind.
The pounding of the waves sung a sweet melodic cadence to Rhiannon. It sang of things she could never have
