She laughed again at the comment of his name, she knew who he meant, after all her Nan had told many tales, and in truth the irraka was aware that names did have meaning to them, at least in some respects, certainly of true names. She indeed did find the man intriguing certainly there was something about the man that Peggerty could not put her finger on, though it was in a positive way. Also as the man appeared to know about dogs and her boys treated him well was another plus point. Well the dogs were usually a good judge of character.<br/><br/>Peggerty could hear the sound of the wild horses ringing in her ears the galloping whinnies as the waves began to swell. Like Lugh she loved the scent and the sensation of the water and the sun. It made her feel so alive and watching the skill with which the man moved with his board certainly impressed her. Also like him she was skilled and had it seemed a real affinity with the waves. There was respect there too, as well as the joy, for the sea could certainly be fickle and needed its tithe.<br/><br/>The irraka was lithe and lean and her movements matched the waves, there was a power from within a confidence, it was there as well as the obvious physical side of her. Like most Uratha she was fit and in shape, that was so apparent in the control Peggerty had.<br/>