With the revision of Book 1 completed and Book 2 now making steady progress, I’ve decided to provide little snippet teasers to keep you going until the releases are public. You can sign up for my newsletter at the bottom of this page.
“So you knew me, we knew each other, before my family left. Before my sister…” my voice trails off.
“Yes, we did.” His voice is soft. He reaches for my hand, “Would you like to see?” he asks.
I look at his eyes and then cautiously raise my hand to his, hoping that this would not be a scorching touch, but I also want to see what he can show me. I’m grateful that his touch is only slightly warm.
The images I see are from Caelsah’s perspective with two small children, girls – my sister and I. We were playing in the forest; running and laughing; we were having so much fun. It was like watching a home movie and the admiration I had for him was glaringly obvious, as was his adoration for me, despite the massive age or Development difference. The images were so clear and I could see the closeness that I had shared with my sister for far too little of our lives. Tears roll down my face. He gently lets go of my hand and pulls me into a hug with my head on his chest. He holds me like that for a long time while I cry.
Eventually my tears dry up, I pull away from him gently and look at him. “Thank you,” I whisper. I struggle to compose myself.
“I think perhaps I should take you home,” he says quietly.
I want to say no, I want to stay there with him longer, I have more questions, I want to learn more about him, about me, about my sister. But it’s getting late and I’m getting tired. For once, I think, it would be nice to remember going to bed.
“Maybe you’re right,” I say without much conviction.
He smiles. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk, as often as you want.”
I smile back at him. He takes my hand and holds it the entire way home. I can feel a gentle flow of heat between our palms, but it doesn’t surge beyond that. It’s a nice feeling.
When we arrive at my place he hugs me again and gently kisses the top of my head. “Goodnight Amanae, have peaceful dreams tonight.” And he leaves.