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
"Do you know what you're doing?" Hannah asked as she watched Jasper slice a cauliflower. He spared her a glance and smiled smugly ."Well, milady, you should know that i’ve been cooking since I was eight." She raised a brow at him, completely amused. But she had to hand it to him, he sliced like he knew what he was doing, at the very least."That's so, and who taught you, if I may ask?" she reached out for a slice of tomato and bit into it."Well, my Mama did. She reasoned that if I ever fell in love with a woman who couldn't cook, we both wouldn't starve." He winked at her and she nearly had a laughing fit, successfully resisting when she remembered Martha was upstairs resting.“ Is your mother a seer or something?" She asked teasingly and he chuckled.
He brought her to him when they got to the living room. And Hannah did her best to give to him as much as she took."Are you okay?" He asked gently, his cheek against her hair."I should be asking you." She said and pulled away to look into his eyes."Are you okay, Jasper?" He shook his head and let out a cleansing breath."I am. I don't feel any different, so I think I am." She held his hand and dragged him to the chair to sit beside her."How do you feel about all this? You don't feel any different physically, but you know–""Emotionally?" He tilted his head with a hint of a smile, and s
They walked on as the sun rose, with little conversation, but the silence was as welcome as it was comfortable. Hannah took in her feel of nature, and God's green earth. it had been a while since she was out like this, and it surprised her, just how much she had missed it, all of it.. So much had changed since a time like this. She never thought of what finding answers would mean, but now that they had them she still didn't know for sure what the future held, but she wasn't the same. Nothing would ever be. How could it be? "Do you want to rest?" She looked up at him, doing her best to keep stride with him. He still had long legs, that much was actually the same. "No, not yet. But soon I suppose, so we can break our fast. Martha packed us some food." He nodded and they kept walking. They walked a little while, stopping once to sit a while and break their fast
They woke up on a start, and Jasper quickly Drew her shaking form to him."You were so brave." He whispered into her hair, which was short, as it should have been. “ So brave, my love.”"He t-t-threatened you." she was trembling and her teeth chattered from both cold and fear rolled into one big heavy ball on her chest. He placed his fingers on her chin and gently lifted up her face, she was pale with fear and his blood hummed with barely restrained anger. Someone would pay for this. The Athanatoi, who claimed to be her grandfather, would pay for this. He brewed with his anger and yet still, the arms that held her were as gentle as they were firm. Strong, safe, she thought. Thank God, her Jasper was strong and safe… And with her."I'll kill him, Jasper, I'll kill him before he hurts you."