The history between this petite enchantress and the very large shifter had begun many years ago, when both were cursed to wander the night exclusively. While they were not enemies, neither were they the best of friends. Passing aquaintances, if you like.
But it seems that a good deed done has created some form of bond that has grown. Friendship, yes. More? Who is to say? No one can foresee the future. Seers and visionaries see what the future might bring. But the mere telling of that future usually alters what was seen in some way, shape or form. Such is the way of the fragile future.
The current adventure had brought many surprises to her. She had thought she had been surprised to the last already with the large man’s last visit to her home – with his gift of the sun. And yet, it seems, that large man had more surprises in store for her.
This latest one – his silent declaration of his interest – had taken her by storm – and by shock. She was not yet sure what to think of it. It was unexpected and sent her mind whirling into places she had never thought to tred. But now she did. And she was finding it difficult to navigate these places and paths.
Emotions are heady and unpredictable things. Hard to fathom, hard to express, hard to decipher.