Author's Note: Knock knock, Mo'suckra! I have been on a Toby Turner obsession! Oh, yeah, Lindsey here! So, I have decided to combine Whispering Wind and Dance of Love into one chapter. I mean, Whispering Wind is just Ceol playing the flute, so, not a whole lot I can do there. I am so happy, because I get them both to myself! Yay! Oh, by the way, Marie told me that in a Toby Turner video, he made a Lord of the Dance reference! He said, "I am the Lord of Rhyme…and Dance." I laughed so hard! Anyway, I am sure you have had enough of my mindless rambling. I apologize for the long wait, but I have had a very busy schedule! Hopefully, this will make up for it. R&R!

Whispering Wind/Dance of Love

Ceol sat under a tree, his blonde hair in a mess. It was late in the evening, and he had needed a moment to escape from the festivities. He twirled a wooden flute between his fingers. It was his pride and joy. The flute had taken him months to make, and the sound it produced was beautiful. People everywhere would stop whatever they were doing just to hear a few notes from his flute. However, his mind was, for once, not thinking about music.

Lately, his thoughts had been consumed by one thing alone: Saoirse, the woman who had captured his heart. Just the thought of her sent his heart into a pounding frenzy. Words could not describe how he felt about her.

Wait, he thought suddenly. Words can't, but music can! He placed his flute to his lips and blew soft notes out of the instrument, a sad melody filling the air. It rose and fell in volume and pitch, and it sounded like the wind blowing through leaves. Even though he was the one making it, tears filled Ceol's eyes as he played. He was pouring his very heart and soul into this one song, and with it his love for Saoirse, and his despair that no matter how he tried, he could not express his love for her.

He paused briefly in the music. When he resumed playing, a slightly happier tone took over the music. He was now playing to comfort his aching heart. He remembered something his father once told him: "Ceol, the fastest way to a woman's heart is honesty. If you are honest and sincere in your love, she will accept you. If she doesn't, then she isn't worthy of your love."

He could only hope and pray that Saoirse knew of his love. Changing affections from one woman to another is not as easy as it sounds. Finally finished with his song, he lowered his flute. Suddenly, clicking footsteps approached. Ceol knew that tread anywhere. Saoirse was coming, and he was in no fit state to see her!

Thinking quickly, Ceol turned and climbed the tree, hiding among the branches. As he looked down, Saoirse passed under the tree.

She sighed and murmured, "He doesn't even notice me. I can't even remember the last time he spoke to me. What am I to do?" Ceol felt his heart sink to his feet. Surely, she had to be talking about someone else. He loved her more than anything! No, she must love someone else.

Saoirse stepped onto a flat rock and began tapping out a few steps. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to get a fixed rhythm, and her footwork was sloppy.

Ceol decided to do something for her. Lifting his flute back up, he began playing a soft, lilting melody. Saoirse looked around, confused. Then, almost against her will, her feet began tapping on the stone. Suddenly, she leapt and landed on the ground, which changed into wood for her. She pranced around, her short black skirt spinning out as she twirled. Her blouse was atypical for her, a short, white blouse with thin straps on her shoulders. Ceol ogled her bare arms and long legs as she danced, but his music never faltered. She smiled in ecstasy, clicking her heels and tapping her toes.

When she finally finished, she called, "Whoever you are, thank you." Without another word, she turned and walked back toward the village. Ceol sighed and watched her go. Suddenly, he heard a cracking sound. Without warning, he was falling through the air and landed on the ground with a heavy thud.

"Ow," he groaned, checking that his flute wasn't broken. "I hope she didn't see that."

"She did!" Saoirse called back in a giggle. He jumped up from the ground and ran back to the village, purely intending to head to the Dancing Fire and drown himself in a few pints of ale.