really. In a pan?" Morgan asked and Fiona sighed.
"Okay, let's start simple. Men are fairly easy to please so I am thinking spaghetti and meatballs along with some garlic bread should do the trick. What is your kitchen like? Do you have a stove?"
"I do, though it is tiny. I was surprised though. I just expected a cook top or something of that nature, but I have an oven. Shane outfits his properties well," Morgan said.
"Aye, perfect. Okay, we'll start your lessons when you are finished."
Morgan looked down at her plate, surprised to see that she had eaten her way through two-thirds of the food. Pushing it away, she stood and took the plate to the sink.
"I'm finished. Usually I just have a banana for breakfast." Morgan shrugged and rinsed her plate in the sink, her eyes drawn to the view of the cove. "Sure and this is a lovely spot to cook at. Just look at that view."
Fiona joined her at the sink and looked out of the window with her.
"It is. I once tried to live away from here, and it just never felt right. After my husband passed, it made no sense to try and live in the city anymore. This spot is home. It makes my heart happy and that is all that matters to me."
"Do you miss him?" Morgan asked, turning to look down at Fiona.
"Aye, at times, I miss him so badly that I want to curl up in a ball and die. I don't know if that ever goes away. But, it's been over thirty years since he's been gone. You learn to live with it, even if you don't want to."
"What was he like?"
"Oh, John was just…larger than life. His laughter, his heart, he did everything big. Our house was always full with friends; he was legendary for his stories. I miss him," Fiona said simply and turned to put the dishes on the drying rack. "Alright, enough reminiscing. Which do you want to start with? Cooking or learning to control your powers?"
Morgan straightened, her palms feeling a little sweaty, as she tried to decide which would be the lesser of two evils.
"Powers." She decided.
Fiona nodded and motioned for Morgan to follow her. They reached the door leading outside and Fiona snagged a worn leather book, the same she had been reading the night before, from the table before opening the door and allowing Ronan to dart out into the sunshine. Together, they stepped outside and Morgan followed Fiona around the cottage to where a small table and chairs were set next to the cottage. Morgan smiled as Ronan raced across the fields and then gasped as another dog shot across the ridge behind them and down into the field to meet up with Ronan.
"That's Teagan, Flynn and Keelin's dog. She and Ronan are best friends."
Morgan watched them circle each other and then race across the fields together, their ears streaming back in the wind. It pinched at her heart, just a bit. She wanted to have that freedom and ease with someone in her life.
They settled onto the chairs and Morgan closed her eyes for a bit, reaching out with her power in her mind to allow the energy of nature to pulse at her. If someone had asked what she was doing, she wouldn't have been able to explain it. At best, it was almost like feeling the energy of the natural world. She did this sometimes, usually when she was angry or upset, and it soothed her. There was something so raw and beautiful about nature and the energy that it emitted that it would inevitably calm her down and show her how petty her anger was.
"What are you doing?" Fiona asked.
Morgan opened her eyes and smiled at Fiona and shrugged. "Just, uh, feeling the energy here, I guess."
"Like Aislinn then? You know that is part of how she paints, right?"
"Yes, I suppose that it is the same. Though I'm not creative like she is." Morgan shrugged.
"I find it fascinating that you have a touch of what each of my girls have. Except, I haven't asked you about the healing. Can you heal?"
"I honestly don't know. I've never tried."
"Do you ever get scrapes or bruises and massage them with your hand? They disappear right
"Okay, let's start simple. Men are fairly easy to please so I am thinking spaghetti and meatballs along with some garlic bread should do the trick. What is your kitchen like? Do you have a stove?"
"I do, though it is tiny. I was surprised though. I just expected a cook top or something of that nature, but I have an oven. Shane outfits his properties well," Morgan said.
"Aye, perfect. Okay, we'll start your lessons when you are finished."
Morgan looked down at her plate, surprised to see that she had eaten her way through two-thirds of the food. Pushing it away, she stood and took the plate to the sink.
"I'm finished. Usually I just have a banana for breakfast." Morgan shrugged and rinsed her plate in the sink, her eyes drawn to the view of the cove. "Sure and this is a lovely spot to cook at. Just look at that view."
Fiona joined her at the sink and looked out of the window with her.
"It is. I once tried to live away from here, and it just never felt right. After my husband passed, it made no sense to try and live in the city anymore. This spot is home. It makes my heart happy and that is all that matters to me."
"Do you miss him?" Morgan asked, turning to look down at Fiona.
"Aye, at times, I miss him so badly that I want to curl up in a ball and die. I don't know if that ever goes away. But, it's been over thirty years since he's been gone. You learn to live with it, even if you don't want to."
"What was he like?"
"Oh, John was just…larger than life. His laughter, his heart, he did everything big. Our house was always full with friends; he was legendary for his stories. I miss him," Fiona said simply and turned to put the dishes on the drying rack. "Alright, enough reminiscing. Which do you want to start with? Cooking or learning to control your powers?"
Morgan straightened, her palms feeling a little sweaty, as she tried to decide which would be the lesser of two evils.
"Powers." She decided.
Fiona nodded and motioned for Morgan to follow her. They reached the door leading outside and Fiona snagged a worn leather book, the same she had been reading the night before, from the table before opening the door and allowing Ronan to dart out into the sunshine. Together, they stepped outside and Morgan followed Fiona around the cottage to where a small table and chairs were set next to the cottage. Morgan smiled as Ronan raced across the fields and then gasped as another dog shot across the ridge behind them and down into the field to meet up with Ronan.
"That's Teagan, Flynn and Keelin's dog. She and Ronan are best friends."
Morgan watched them circle each other and then race across the fields together, their ears streaming back in the wind. It pinched at her heart, just a bit. She wanted to have that freedom and ease with someone in her life.
They settled onto the chairs and Morgan closed her eyes for a bit, reaching out with her power in her mind to allow the energy of nature to pulse at her. If someone had asked what she was doing, she wouldn't have been able to explain it. At best, it was almost like feeling the energy of the natural world. She did this sometimes, usually when she was angry or upset, and it soothed her. There was something so raw and beautiful about nature and the energy that it emitted that it would inevitably calm her down and show her how petty her anger was.
"What are you doing?" Fiona asked.
Morgan opened her eyes and smiled at Fiona and shrugged. "Just, uh, feeling the energy here, I guess."
"Like Aislinn then? You know that is part of how she paints, right?"
"Yes, I suppose that it is the same. Though I'm not creative like she is." Morgan shrugged.
"I find it fascinating that you have a touch of what each of my girls have. Except, I haven't asked you about the healing. Can you heal?"
"I honestly don't know. I've never tried."
"Do you ever get scrapes or bruises and massage them with your hand? They disappear right
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