an hour finding everything on the Angel’s list. It feels good
to be out of their stuffy, tension filled house. My legs are enjoying being
exercised, and I have a chance to clear my head from distracting thoughts.
When the spirit and I do converse, it is amiable and related more to the forest
than anything else. I believe he is enjoying being out of the house as well.
Which, makes us both a little disappointed when we find the last item on the
list and start heading back.
I am even more disappointed
when I find that Xandra has not risen yet. I ask the Angel if this is normal,
and of course she does not have a good answer for me. She is getting on every
nerve in my body.
Xandra’s mother and the
Angel set to work right away when we return. The items we retrieved are all
laid out on the table along with the many items the Angel had brought from her
home. As much as I loathe Witch magic, it is fascinating to watch them. The
Angel is putting everything together, and then she and her daughter alternate making
the spells that bind the magic to each item. They spend the rest of the day
doing this.
Of course, I do not watch
them all day. I find other ways to spend my time. In between checking
on Xandra, her father shows me ways that people in this realm spend their free time.
Some of it is intriguing, and some of it makes me scratch my head. The
television is in the latter category. I enjoy seeing plays back home, but I
could not imagine sitting on a coach all day watching them. I am bored after
ten minutes.
I do enjoy the game
basketball. I am sure it would be more fun with other players, as Xandra’s
father is not much, well any, competition. He simply instructs me how to throw
the ball towards the hoop and how to do something called dribbling. That is
not easy to do in the snow. But, I do kill an hour perfecting my ability to
get the ball in the hoop from different angles.
I also spend some time in
the tiny room used as a classroom. I am amazed at the collection of books.
They have books on everything from anatomy and physiology, to ancient
mythology. Some of it not myths, most of it laughable.
It is driving me crazy that
Xandra has not woken up yet. Her grandmother made dinner for us an hour or so
ago. I volunteered, but since I am not familiar with how to make the same
types of food here as in my realm, she thought it best if she did it. She made
something called a hamburger for each of us. Actually, she made two for me and
I downed them both happily. I am finding that some of the food here is quite
palatable.
I can tell that her parents
are just as anxious as I am about her not waking up. When I’m not checking on
her, one of them is. Her grandmother is trying really hard to not let her
anxiety over Xandra’s continued sleep show. She is not successful.
I am sitting in front of
something called a computer right now. This is interesting. Massive amounts
of information found at one’s fingertips. As with the books, I find much of it
misleading or just plain wrong in regards to Fairies. But, there are a lot
more that are accurate. Xandra’s mother should have done more research on this
thing over the years.
Around midnight, I start
getting tired. I have already offered my help numerous times to Xandra’s
mother and grandmother, only to be told that they have it under control. I
believe her mother was being honest. Her grandmother I am convinced simply
does not want me to touch any of the items for fear that I will alter them
somehow.
“Why don’t you head off to
bed,” Xandra’s father says to me. “I’m worried about Xandra and it’ll make me
feel better if you’re with her.” I believe he is only being polite because I
yawned for the seventh time, but I will not argue.
“Kallen, if you could put up
a circle before you go, we would appreciate it,” her mother says.
That is easily done. I am
able to hold
to be out of their stuffy, tension filled house. My legs are enjoying being
exercised, and I have a chance to clear my head from distracting thoughts.
When the spirit and I do converse, it is amiable and related more to the forest
than anything else. I believe he is enjoying being out of the house as well.
Which, makes us both a little disappointed when we find the last item on the
list and start heading back.
I am even more disappointed
when I find that Xandra has not risen yet. I ask the Angel if this is normal,
and of course she does not have a good answer for me. She is getting on every
nerve in my body.
Xandra’s mother and the
Angel set to work right away when we return. The items we retrieved are all
laid out on the table along with the many items the Angel had brought from her
home. As much as I loathe Witch magic, it is fascinating to watch them. The
Angel is putting everything together, and then she and her daughter alternate making
the spells that bind the magic to each item. They spend the rest of the day
doing this.
Of course, I do not watch
them all day. I find other ways to spend my time. In between checking
on Xandra, her father shows me ways that people in this realm spend their free time.
Some of it is intriguing, and some of it makes me scratch my head. The
television is in the latter category. I enjoy seeing plays back home, but I
could not imagine sitting on a coach all day watching them. I am bored after
ten minutes.
I do enjoy the game
basketball. I am sure it would be more fun with other players, as Xandra’s
father is not much, well any, competition. He simply instructs me how to throw
the ball towards the hoop and how to do something called dribbling. That is
not easy to do in the snow. But, I do kill an hour perfecting my ability to
get the ball in the hoop from different angles.
I also spend some time in
the tiny room used as a classroom. I am amazed at the collection of books.
They have books on everything from anatomy and physiology, to ancient
mythology. Some of it not myths, most of it laughable.
It is driving me crazy that
Xandra has not woken up yet. Her grandmother made dinner for us an hour or so
ago. I volunteered, but since I am not familiar with how to make the same
types of food here as in my realm, she thought it best if she did it. She made
something called a hamburger for each of us. Actually, she made two for me and
I downed them both happily. I am finding that some of the food here is quite
palatable.
I can tell that her parents
are just as anxious as I am about her not waking up. When I’m not checking on
her, one of them is. Her grandmother is trying really hard to not let her
anxiety over Xandra’s continued sleep show. She is not successful.
I am sitting in front of
something called a computer right now. This is interesting. Massive amounts
of information found at one’s fingertips. As with the books, I find much of it
misleading or just plain wrong in regards to Fairies. But, there are a lot
more that are accurate. Xandra’s mother should have done more research on this
thing over the years.
Around midnight, I start
getting tired. I have already offered my help numerous times to Xandra’s
mother and grandmother, only to be told that they have it under control. I
believe her mother was being honest. Her grandmother I am convinced simply
does not want me to touch any of the items for fear that I will alter them
somehow.
“Why don’t you head off to
bed,” Xandra’s father says to me. “I’m worried about Xandra and it’ll make me
feel better if you’re with her.” I believe he is only being polite because I
yawned for the seventh time, but I will not argue.
“Kallen, if you could put up
a circle before you go, we would appreciate it,” her mother says.
That is easily done. I am
able to hold
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