Day 2 - Interlude A

The afternoon went by at a slow and leisurely place, like summer afternoons often do out here. Nothing of any real importance happened in Hyardum – or in the rest of the anetacht for that matter.

The lands were quiet. Hasse and Rosalove had stopped by the side of a road somewhere with no plans to move. All over the hills anfylk rested, napped or took it their own favorite kind of easy. In Ballyroed, Brunolf slept by the lake and in Grums, Jorg dreamed of a life by the horizon.

The wind sprites were long gone and the breeze that blew over Lookout Hill trees sang for just the birds. Down in the field the flute matched the pace of growing oaks and high among the branches Elsie fell asleep.

In a chair in the shade by the cider-house sat the woman in green. She still wore her broad brimmed hat and perhaps she slept - it was hard do tell.

The sun moved on, unstoppable but without rush, towards evening.

Time passed.

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Continued in Day 2 - Scene 6.

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