you to our new abode?”
“You’re a jerk.”
“So you have said.” Angry now, I could not care less if she follows me. Let her sleep out in the cold if she likes. I certainly am not going to, which is why I start walking towards the cave again.
She does not come into the cave for several minutes. I am already pulling out a lantern, as little sunlight filters into the cave, and I start setting things up.
“How did you notice this?” she asks .
“Because of the ice,” I say as I pull out some food for our dinner.
“What do you mean?”
Looking up at her, I try to keep my voice even as I say, “T he ice there at the opening of the cave. I caught the sun reflecting off from it.”
“This is where we’re going to stay?”
Considering until two days ago I lived in a mansion, this is not exactly ideal for me, either. But, you do not hear me complaining. “Yes.”
“For how long?”
And how, exactly, am I supposed to answer that? “For as long as it takes.”
“And how long do you think that will be?” Her voice has an edge to it, now.
I put the stuff in my hands down and stand up. I cross my arms over my chest and ask, “How long do you intend to take to learn to control your magic?”
“I don’t know.”
I raise my eyebrows, waiting for the logic to kick in. I can tell the moment it clicks in her head. Instead of admitting it, she kneels down and begins to unpack her sleeping bag. I chuckle silently as I go back to making lunch.
Lighting the small camp stove we brought, I heat the soup in its can. I have never eaten food from a can. I cannot imagine that it will in any way compare to Tabitha’s homemade vegetable soup , made with the fresh vegetables grown in her garden . I read the can as I am waiting for it to cook, and I am surprised that I do not know what most of the words are. But, I am sure they are not things naturally grown in a garden.
When the soup begins to boil, I pour it into two bowls I had pulled out the backpacks . I hand one to Xandra and we begin to eat in silence. As we eat, I pull magic and raise a protection circle around the cave , and a fifty yard perimeter , to keep us safe. Maurelle and Olwyn will not be able to detect us as long as we stay in the circle.
Out of the blue, Xandra asks, “Why don’t you have wings?”
Yes, b eing coherent and rational seems to come and go between even and odd hours with her. This must be an odd hour, because I am seriously doubting her sanity . Again. “Because I am not in my raven form , ” I say slowly.
She rolls her eyes. “I mean right now , when you’re not in your raven form. I thought Fairies had wings.”
I want to snap at her for believing those stupid old stories, but instead, I take a deep breath and say, “That was a legend that was started a very long time ago because some of the Fae’s animal forms are birds , such as mine. When we are not in our animal forms, we do not have wings.”
“Oh.” She looks disappointed, which irks me more. I am not sure why. Perhaps I want her to be smarter than this? Though, truly , there is no reason at all that she should have any knowledge of the Fae other than folktales and legends.
After a moment, she asks, “Do I have an animal form?”
I nod. “You should, but it will be a while before you discover what yours is. As you begin to use your Fairy magic more, your magic will decide which animal best suits you.”
“Okay.”
We eat the rest of our lunch in silence as I try to figure out where to start with her training. From what I felt earlier, her magic is wild , and she has not the slightest clue how to control it. The more I think about it, the more I dislike her mother. The Witch should be brought to my realm and made to answer for the gross neglect she perpetrated in this situation. She left Xandra almost defenseless against her enemies. If Isla had not sent me here, I am
“You’re a jerk.”
“So you have said.” Angry now, I could not care less if she follows me. Let her sleep out in the cold if she likes. I certainly am not going to, which is why I start walking towards the cave again.
She does not come into the cave for several minutes. I am already pulling out a lantern, as little sunlight filters into the cave, and I start setting things up.
“How did you notice this?” she asks .
“Because of the ice,” I say as I pull out some food for our dinner.
“What do you mean?”
Looking up at her, I try to keep my voice even as I say, “T he ice there at the opening of the cave. I caught the sun reflecting off from it.”
“This is where we’re going to stay?”
Considering until two days ago I lived in a mansion, this is not exactly ideal for me, either. But, you do not hear me complaining. “Yes.”
“For how long?”
And how, exactly, am I supposed to answer that? “For as long as it takes.”
“And how long do you think that will be?” Her voice has an edge to it, now.
I put the stuff in my hands down and stand up. I cross my arms over my chest and ask, “How long do you intend to take to learn to control your magic?”
“I don’t know.”
I raise my eyebrows, waiting for the logic to kick in. I can tell the moment it clicks in her head. Instead of admitting it, she kneels down and begins to unpack her sleeping bag. I chuckle silently as I go back to making lunch.
Lighting the small camp stove we brought, I heat the soup in its can. I have never eaten food from a can. I cannot imagine that it will in any way compare to Tabitha’s homemade vegetable soup , made with the fresh vegetables grown in her garden . I read the can as I am waiting for it to cook, and I am surprised that I do not know what most of the words are. But, I am sure they are not things naturally grown in a garden.
When the soup begins to boil, I pour it into two bowls I had pulled out the backpacks . I hand one to Xandra and we begin to eat in silence. As we eat, I pull magic and raise a protection circle around the cave , and a fifty yard perimeter , to keep us safe. Maurelle and Olwyn will not be able to detect us as long as we stay in the circle.
Out of the blue, Xandra asks, “Why don’t you have wings?”
Yes, b eing coherent and rational seems to come and go between even and odd hours with her. This must be an odd hour, because I am seriously doubting her sanity . Again. “Because I am not in my raven form , ” I say slowly.
She rolls her eyes. “I mean right now , when you’re not in your raven form. I thought Fairies had wings.”
I want to snap at her for believing those stupid old stories, but instead, I take a deep breath and say, “That was a legend that was started a very long time ago because some of the Fae’s animal forms are birds , such as mine. When we are not in our animal forms, we do not have wings.”
“Oh.” She looks disappointed, which irks me more. I am not sure why. Perhaps I want her to be smarter than this? Though, truly , there is no reason at all that she should have any knowledge of the Fae other than folktales and legends.
After a moment, she asks, “Do I have an animal form?”
I nod. “You should, but it will be a while before you discover what yours is. As you begin to use your Fairy magic more, your magic will decide which animal best suits you.”
“Okay.”
We eat the rest of our lunch in silence as I try to figure out where to start with her training. From what I felt earlier, her magic is wild , and she has not the slightest clue how to control it. The more I think about it, the more I dislike her mother. The Witch should be brought to my realm and made to answer for the gross neglect she perpetrated in this situation. She left Xandra almost defenseless against her enemies. If Isla had not sent me here, I am
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