Sometimes you find yourself on a path you never expected. Doesn’t mean it can lead you to a bonny place.

Je suis prest. I am ready.

 But ready for what?

“I canna wear this. I’m not a MacKenzie. Do ye know my motto, lass? My clan’s, I mean.”
“No. I don’t even know what clan you’re from.”
“Je suis prest.”
Je suis prest. I am ready. But ready for what?

As much as my rational mind rebelled against the idea, I knew in my heart that I was no longer in the 20th Century.