Wistful
I've been feeling quite wistful all afternoon. I'm not entirely sure why, just that I've been reading a new trilogy that takes place in Wales...the heart of many wonderful legends. This last book has brought up a legend that plays at the edge of my memory. While the names seem quite familar, I cannot quite recall the legends behind them. I asked Kev today, for the first time, I think, how well he knew the various legends of Britain. *laughs* He me asked which ones. To which I replied, "any of them." His smart arse reply, "only the ones I know." =P I should like to know what he recalls of the legends of Arthur as well as the legends surrounding Bendigeidfran, Efnisien and Branwen. It's the last I wish to hear about...and the story behind the Black Cauldron. This trilogy I've been reading by Jenny Nimmo has made me long to re-read the old Welsh legends. It's been so long and my memory is so faded. I hate that they are so difficult to recall. At the moment, I should like to hear him tell me the legends he can recall. Also what I long for right now is to lay there quietly next to him, perhaps nestled in his arms and listen to him as he tells of heroic deeds of people long since passed. I think that could be quite a lovely way to pass an afternoon or an evening. Perhaps it's silly. Perhaps not. But it's something I wish to do.