Chapter 60

Eleanor sat in the field looking from her sketchbook to Storm and back again. Her ability had improved a lot in the past month, but she still could not get the horses neck to look right and with Mairead gone she could get no pointers or lessons to fix it. She’d never be as skilled as Mairead, but her drawings were fairly nice now. Especially when she drew plants or flowers, things that didn’t move much. She was not nearly as good if she had to hold an image of a living creature in her mind and draw it with accuracy after it had moved. She was a bit disappointed that Eliana wouldn’t try learning to draw with her. She had hoped to be close with her sister once again, but she and Eliana had little in common. They had similar eyes and faces, like their mother’s, but that was all. Eliana liked to sit and stitch. She didn’t mind being told what to do and honestly was quite dull to talk to. Eleanor found herself more drawn to Isobel’s strong spirit, and her wild, reckless antics or Mairead’s