Day 14 Camp NaNoWriMo
Happy Sunday folk. So I had a very productive day today approx. 2,500 words handwritten with just under half already typed up.
‘The Great Selkie of Sule Skerry’ Teaser
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|Character||Name||Meaning (no surnames until after the 10th century)|
|Father of Múirne (deceased)||Coinneach||KON ik ~ Gaelic meaning handsome|
|Grandfather of Maire||Murdoc||MUR doc ~ warrior of the sea|
|Grandmother of Múirne Healer/Matriach||Brighde||BREE ju ~ celtic goddess of strength, Bree for short|
|Main Character Nursemaid||Múirne||MUR neh ~ Affection, beloved|
|Mother of Maire||Roisin||ROSH-een ~ Celtic little rose|
|Mother of Múirne||Alana||A LAR na ~ Beautiful|
|Son of Múirne & the Selkie||Rònan||ROE nan ~ Seal|
|Surrogate daughter of Múirne||Maire||MARE ~ Latin star of the sea|
|The Great Selkie||Solas||SOH lus ~ Comfort, joy, solace Scottish Gaelic also acronym Safety of Life at Sea|
|The Hunter Father of Maire||Conall||Kon ul ~ high powerful|
This table I believe is now the final listing of all the characters in the story.
The elder and the healer
Rònan was not like any other child, his growth was rapid. Múirne stayed away from the village, and it was only on the rare occasions that anyone visited in need of her healing herbs and advice.
One such person was Murdoc; he was one of the elders of the village. His daughter Roisin was with child, but had always been a sickly girl so it was feared she may not carry the baby to term.
It was whispered that Murdoc’s mother had drown in an unfortunate accident, but he believes her to have been a Selkie Bride and she had merely returned to the sea to her family there. He was the only one who had seen Rònan and looked into his eyes, seeing in them the stormy waters and he knew this boy was special, a child of the ocean. Yet he said nothing, and told no one. He was a regular visitor to Múirne, as he needed her potions to be fresh. The old man walked the five miles or so at least once a week.
The burden of knowing her lover was a Selkie weighed heavy on Múirne’s shoulders. On the odd occasion she would offer a warm meal to Murdoc they would sit in comfortable silence. Occasionally he would regal her and the boy with the old folktales of long ago. As the winter crept in Conall, the husband of Roisin could not venture out to the stormy sea. He was therefore able to stay home and take care of her. When this was the case the old man stayed over and slept in the rocking chair that he had constructed as payment for the medicine Múirne made up for his daughter.
With the fire flames dancing around the little cottage Murdoc would sip wine from his tankard and tell the story of his mother the ‘Selkie Bride’ or sometimes he would refer to her as ‘Seal Mother.’ Rònan was entranced by the magical words and the flickering flames. The child would sit motionless, who knew what the boy could understand but he sat still never the less. Perhaps he saw the images dancing within the flames, as he stares mesmerised.
There has to be some truth behind folktales and this one Múirne believe to be true (although possibly elaborated upon). After all did not Solas tell her he himself had come from the sea from Sule Skerry. How else could she explain the fine white seal pup-like fur upon her son’s body, and the webbed fingers and toes? Múirne liked the elder immensely; he was like the father she never knew. The father lost at sea.
I would love your thoughts on this small section, infact on any of my writing about ‘The Great Selkie of Sule Skerry’. Comments even negative ones are always welcome. Remember this is for Camp NaNoWriMo so as yet un-edited.
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