I was exploring the grounds of Castle McCullough when this happened:
I walked forward intrigued by such a lovely sight at dusk. I passed into the woods and walked on. It was so quiet. The sounds of the night crept in. The insects, the wind rustling the leaves, the wild life came alive all around me. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes savoring the forbidden feeling growing in the pit of my belly mixing with the absolute freedom. Without opening my eyes I began humming the tune of the Scottish song my grandfather Brodie, my mother’s father, used to sing to me. Loch Lomond, slow and soft. My body swayed to and fro as I hummed.
Feeling something brush against my leg, I squealed and looked down thinking it could have been a rodent. Nothing was there. The moon was rising full and bright. I caught movement in the corner of my eye. Looking up I saw a man standing a few feet away from me staring at me. His dress was odd. He wore a kilt of crème and black stripes, there was another color but I couldn’t make it out in the dark. He wore knee high soft leather boots, a black doublet with an extra bit of plaid flung over his shoulder, fastened with a silver broach at the lapel. His hair was light brown and he had penetrating light eyes. He couldn’t have been more than thirty-five. He was broadly built with athletic looking muscles.
He was looking at me strangely as if I was the most intriguing thing to him. We locked eyes for a moment and I had a feeling that I had stepped through time.
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