Hunter walked around the room slowly, carefully examining Morgan's weird trinkets on the walls and shelves. He picked up a porcelain doll and twirled it a bit in his hands. Morgan started to get touchy. That was her doll wasn't it? She got up and gently placed the doll back on the bed and gracefully showed him to her circle area.
Morgan slowly took out her materials, making sure Hunter could appreciate how open she was about everything, letting him peek at all her tools without giving a second thought. She flashed a quick smile Hunters way and drew a circle on the wood floor with some chalk. She motioned him to come inside and closed the circle.
"We're just going to invoke the God and Goddess in this circle. I want to make it short and sweet because I have places to go," Morgan said teasingly. It was pathetic how much Hunter seemed to immediately buy into her lies. She could read it in his eyes, even if the rest of his beautiful face was guarded.
"Sounds good, I guess," Hunter replied quietly. They held hands and sat for this circle. Hunter preformed the basic rights, and then they just sat there and connected. At first it was a simple, basic meditation ritual. But then Morgan could sense herself silently slivering into his complex mind, hopelessly trying to gather some information about him.
She needled around to the small thoughts Hunter let her enter, not wanting to push to hard. She gracefully obeyed him, only looking in the places he desired. Morgan saw his pain at his brother's death, how horribly heart wrenching it felt to be accused of murdering ones own kin. She felt the confusion and despair of his parent's sudden departure at such a young age, the feeling of losing something you loved the most. Morgan experienced the feelings of finding your parents, but to have them snatched away from you at the last second.
She felt Hunter try to squeeze into her own mind, pushing gently and consistently. Morgan almost laughed to herself at the feeble attempt but allowed him access also. His eyes widened at the discovery of her birth mothers death. He shook with pain when he saw Morgan embrace Ciaran. Hunter looked pleased when Morgan was at a circle performing a healing right for one of the members. Finally, Morgan gracefully pulled him out, closing her mind to him.
After a few minutes, or hours, or days, Hunter and Morgan broke the circle. Each glowed a little more, radiated a little more love. Morgan started to pack her things without speaking a word while Hunter jumped on her bed and lay there, looking at the plain, white ceiling. Morgan felt her anger dissolve as time went by. She felt whole, weightless. She fluttered over to Hunter and flashed him a brilliant smile. He seemed quizzical.
"So, what'd you think?" Morgan asked with enthusiasm. She could almost feel her pale freckles bouncing up and down.
"Very interesting. Very unique. Very, well, you," Hunter replied with thought. He stared into her brown eyes as though searching for something.
"Well, we've got to wrap this up. I've got places to go and people to see. I'm happy you came over," Morgan lied. She disliked him so much it almost reached the point of repulsion. She needed him out, out, out. Yet his eyes held a strange emotion, one even Morgan couldn't identify.
"Cal maybe? Or the ever loving Selene?" Hunter asked quietly, staring straight into Morgan's eyes.
"Maybe so. But that doesn't concern you, now does it? Well, you need to go because I'm getting changed. So have a nice life, Hunter. I'll never forget our few moments together," Morgan said quickly, rushing him out the door. Why couldn't he just leave?
"There's more to come Morgan. I can promise you that," Hunter said under his breath, and left the room, leaving Morgan speechless for the first time in years.