"Thank you... For having us?" It wasn't a question, but it came out as one. she wasn't quite sure what to say to the woman, she found she had been more at ease in her dream, maybe because then she had not had the time to overthink the situation. In any case, they were there in the woman’s house and they were going to see it through. Hopefully get the answers they were needing.
"Come right in." Said the woman, as she opened her front door and made a sweeping gesture with her hand ushering them into her home. A warm smile playing on her lips.
Jasper squeezed her hand again, when she hesitated, and she took that as an, it's okay, let's go.
She took measured steps toward the woman and nodded briefly before walking past her and i
Her heart yearned for him. But in truth, if she was being honest with herself, to herself, her heart had been doing that lately- yearning for Jasper- what else was new?But, it yearned more deeply as she stood at the door frame, while he sat on the steps. She closed the door behind her and went to him. Allowing her heart , this time, to do the leading.Heaven help me, she prayed inwardly.She sat quietly beside him and put down the plate of cookies beside her, wrapping her arms around his middle. His arms came around her firmly yet gently and they stayed that way for a long while, saying nothing, giving room for the night song of crickets and owls to envelop them.He'd been out here for hours. Martha, the
"Good morning Martha." He said, his gaze resting briefly on her before returning it back to Hannah."Good morning to you, Jasper. Sleep well, dear?" He took a seat on one of the chairs arranged around the round dining table.“ Yes I did, and you, darling?” She flushed at the flirtation and shook her head,“ Yes I suppose I did.”She placed plates filled with eggs and bacon in front of Jasper and Hannah."Eat, the both of you, we have much to discuss today, you will both need your bellies filled."Hannah Rose a brow at Jasper, and he shrugged with a hint of a smile.&ldqu
He managed to get all three of the glasses to the table, and laid them out before them without much casualty. At least if one didn't add the water he spilled from time to time, you could say he did a grand job. He could have just carried them in a tray, he realised, albeit all too late."You must return to the castle with me." He heard Hannah say firmly, when he tuned in his focus to their conversation."I will, soon enough. But not with the both of you. Not just yet." she smiled, urging the girl to understand."But soon. I’m taking my stand on that." Hannah said, leaving no room for argument. He smiled, she could befierce when it came to what she wanted. He knew that first hand."Soon." The elderly woman said, and he heard the smile in her voice. She went back to
She stood at the windows in the bedroom of the room Martha had given to them, looking up to the clouds, but not really seeing them. Her mind mirrored that which she set her gaze upon, cloudy. Everything she had been told downstairs was more than a spoonful, so much to swallow and she needed to catch her breath. "Dear God, how do I go on?" She whispered. She felt her strength slipping away. She had been happy that Martha had answers, but now the answers were before them, she had no idea what to do about them, and all they did was wear her down. Where was the good in that? My Grace is sufficient for you, my strength is made perfect in weakness. "Mmm?" She heard herself say, her eyes were closed now, and the words she heard within her were soothi
Martha! Goodness, these smell good." Hannah exclaimed, as she walked into the kitchen where Martha set out a bowl of sweet potatoes on the dining table, a platter of grilled chicken already laid out.The old woman smiled tenderly at her, then raised her gaze to Jasper who stood behind her."Your warrior seems to be holding himself well enough. But I can tell, you can't wait to dig in." Her words amused him, and yet they were true."Truer words, Martha, my love haven't been said." He walked to her and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. He didn't understand where his affections for the elderly woman had come from, but they were there. He loved her as his own.“My warrior.” she whispered, all of what was before her, made Hannah's heart yearn. Yearn for someda
She was somewhere in the woods. That was her first thought. She reasoned that she couldn't have been far from the cottage, but she didn’t even remember ever wandering away from the cottage, ever leaving the cottage in the first place. and if she was being honest with herself, where she was, wasn't remotely familiar, and she had to fight down the panic that bubbled up in her at the thought of being lost. She looked around her, turning on the spot and wondered how she had gotten there in the first place... And what was she doing here anyway?Her train of thoughts were abruptly cut short when she spotted the most beautiful white doe she had ever seen. It was breathtaking, gloriously beautiful… and It was drinking water from a stream. It’s head bowed, knees buckled, and she thought, graceful.She found herself walking closer
She woke up feeling very cheery, and very serene. Which she completely embraced, knowing it to be a good thing. And with the Joy in her heart, and still a little lost somewhere between being asleep and awake, She reached for Jasper… but he wasn't there. Odd. she thought and slowly opened her eyes, and scanned the bed. when she she didn’t see him, she scratched at her eyes and laid on her back Where was he? She knew he was definitely somewhere around the house, but she had gotten so used to waking up in his arms that him not being there when she woke felt truly wrong. And what exactly did that mean? She asked herself. She
Hannah walked to him, where he stood by the window in their bedroom, no sword by his side, his hair not in a band. Just her Jasper,.Oh, Good God~ Her Jasper.His back turned to her, and she walked toward him and wrapped her arms around him, her cheek pressed to his back. His scent was that of cedar and pine, and she let them fill her senses. Jasper. Hannah’s Jasper.She knew he had been upset about sabryinth being able to pull her in, just like that. She also knew the helplessness he must have felt from her recounting her story. It was one she felt from time to time when she thought too much about their situation.But if Martha was right, and Hannah didn't doubt that her grandmother