The Raven Thief
Niamh took the forest road, her pouch of dreams tucked safely inside her shirt. The afternoon’s light was already beginning to fade. She lay down in a meadow clearing and felt like the earth had upturned and the sky became as dark as a fathomless sea. Stars floated up from the depths and burst into an incandescent shimmer on the surface. Niamh was sure she could hear them singing and dreamed she was ascending through a deep well to the cloudy home of her ancestors. Suddenly the raven thief called out. Was he trying to speak? ……was it Bran!?