Iolair walks quietly along the road to Insula Canaria, lost in his own musings. An extremely handsome man, he allows his long dark hair to fall wildly onto the brat that wraps around his shoulders and covers the traditional white léine that stops just above his knees; clothing he’d appropriated from a farmer’s clothesline in Cill Chuimein.
He’d traveled ‘on the wing’ to the great Loch Ness from the northern coast of Ireland over the last few months, still contemplating all that he’d learned from his ancestor, Fireun. It was a trip he made out of impulse, although that was nothing new for him, but one that he had been longing to make for some time. While Eilid was not his Mater according to the rigid structure of the Order of Hermes, she was the one who’d recognized his gift, brought him into her covenant and started him down the path to learning who, and what, he was. He felt it only appropriate now that he return to her and thank her for all she had done for him.
The trip also gave him the opportunity to look in on his first family; the parents who had birthed him into this world and raised him as a child until Eilid had found him. They were kind, hardworking people and he respected them greatly, but they were no longer truly his family. He’d considered stopping by their small cottage, to show them the man he’d become, but instead chose to look in on them from the sky and let them continue to lead their mundane lives. He’d sent them letters in the early years of his apprenticeship, but eventually his memories of them gave way to fleeting remembrances that brought a smile to his face but little else.
As he approaches the crushed-stone path that marks the boundary of the covenant, he notices the Revel Hall and smiles; he’d found his way into much trouble with the muggles there when he was a young apprentice, always to the consternation of Eilid. Stopping just this side of the crushed-stone boundary, he pauses and takes a deep breath before calling out, “Hello? I am Iolair Maruhis, a traveling maga seeking an audience. I wonder if the maga Eilid still resides here?”
(I’m not sure if there are any covenfolk here that have been around since 1203, which was the last time Iolair was here, but if so they might recognize him, but know him by his birth name Cathal mac Caerill vice his magus name)