Highland Sparks
Logan and Gwyneth
Logan and Gwyneth were a powerful couple, and everyone loved to watch their interplay.
Loki is chosen as a judge for a contest and meets Gwyneth.
It was a glorious day, with a slight breeze that swirled the fallen leaves around her feet. She waited, pacing occasionally to help gather her strength, while the clan gathered off to the sides.
A voice broke into her thoughts and she looked up in time to see an exuberant Loki leaping and running across the field. “I’m one of the judges. My laird chose me.”
She couldn’t help but smile at the lad. “Does that surprise you, Loki?”
He came to a quick halt in front of her, gasping in excitement. “Aye. I just became a Grant.”
Gwyneth’s brow furrowed as she stared at the lad. She had heard part of his story, but not everything.
“You see, I used to live in a crate behind the tavern in Ayr, and Brodie Grant found me, and I helped him find missy angel, Celestina, and then we saved missy angel from the surly pig-nut—” his eyes grew wide as he swung his fist in the air, “—and we fought the mean Norse together, but I had to get my sire to the healer ‘cause he was wounded.” He paused to take a breath. “Then I went to tell my mama Brodie was wounded, but she wasn’t my mama yet.” He stopped to point at Celestina and gave her a huge grin.
Tipping his head to the side, his hand came up to his mouth in thought.
“I… helped her come here and....” He stopped, a scowl across his face as if he had missed something in his tale.
His face lit up. “Then my laird had a ‘ficial cereminny and made me a Grant. So now I have a sire, Brodie Grant, and a mama, and I am Loki Grant.” He pounded his chest with a smile.
“After this contest, I’d like to hear more about that. Tell me, you don’t have a problem with a lass beating a lad, do you, Loki Grant?” She smirked as he stared at her, his eyes wide.
“Nay, my lady. I will vote for whoever is best. I promise to be honest. ‘Tis part of being in the Grant clan. I must always tell the truth.”
Gwyneth ruffled his hair. “I trust you will, lad. Why don’t you check the targets to make sure everything is set up properly?”
“I will, my lady.” Loki yelled back over his shoulder as he took off down the field.