Snow, White
By Magelet
Supper that night proved interesting. Kel and Neal sat together, as usual, but Neal was totally silent. He seemed to be
brooding on something, but he didn't tell her. He didn't even look at her for that matter. The situation was a little better,
she felt though, because he spoke only when spoken to any avoided drawing out the answers.
Kel lost interest in trying to read his thoughts after a while, and let her attention wander about the room. Cleon
glanced at her, sighed, then went back to talking to Seaver, who then also glanced her direction, and shook his head solemnly.
Kel looked up the table at Joren, who caught her eye, and grinned like he knew something was going to happen. It wasn't a
malicious smile, nor devious; more like mischievous. It puzzled her, but maybe she'd ask Neal later. He might know. He just
knew these things sometimes. Finishing her thought, as she stared at the table, she looked up at Joren once more. He looked
back at her then laughed.
Still puzzling as she left, she changed her trains of thought to what Neal had said right before they had gone inside
the doors. 'If something ever bothers you or in any of your free time, come to our place. I'll be there, even if I'm late or
it kills me.' He had said, emerald eyes twinkling.
Kel hurried to her room and threw on some warmer outer garments and all but ran outside. Once out-of-doors, she did
run, all the way to her winter wonderland-to their special place. She didn't see Neal, but a note stuck on to a tree. It was
a short poem. She grinned and read it.
Snow, white and bright cannot
Compare to my true love's light.
It radiates from her,
It's all that's in my sight.
It's a lot better than some of his past attempts. A lot better - almost like he's a different person. It's so odd.
While she was thinking, someone came up behind her and covered her eyes. Kel stiffened, but when she felt someone's
lips on her cheek, she knew who it was. She smiled "Hello, Neal. Nice poem." She greeted him.
"You really think so? I mean, after Cleon, it can't be that good." He removed his hands and she turned to face him.
"You're right you know. About that."
"Cleon's being better?"
"No, Cleon's being good, they were, but yours is perfect." She kissed his forehead, standing on the tips of her toes
to do so.
Neal hugged her tight in return and said, "I'm glad that you liked it. I've had it forever, but could never give it
to you."
"I'm not that surprised that you didn't, you never gave anyone the poems."
Neal just shrugged, "It felt right," and kissed her.
Kel broke the kiss after a moment of thought, "Neal, what if I'm just another one of your crushes? What if you don't
feel like this in a few weeks or even days?"
Neal looked startled "Kel, please believe me. I've loved you for years. Those girls are just a cover-up. I love you
with more love than my heart can hold or give. You've cut this eternal hole in me that no healer can mend. You alone fill
that hole. With you alone I am whole."
Kel smiled at her love, "That was even better than the poem. You really are very poetic, Neal. Very deep." He smiled
and kissed her again.
Kel loved it, but as much as it felt perfect and like they were made for each other, she felt a bit odd and Joren
popped into her mind. His eyes piercing into her, but seeming like her knew a marvelous joke.
"Kel, is something wrong? You're shaking." Neal sounded very worried.
"Joren. Ugh! It's so annoying! It's like her knows something I don't and he keeps staring at me!" She burst in
agitation, holding her head instead of Neal, whom her hands had previously encircled. Neal at first had a funny look on his
face, that soon switched to anger.
He leaned against a tree and sighed, "Maybe I can talk to him. Maybe he'll be civil for once. He hasn't been that
venomous lately." Kel stood by him.
"Neal, is that as gray hair?" she giggled and swiftly and sharply pulled it out. "That's odd. It's not gray," she
frowned, confused. Neal had always had purely brown hair. "Neal, what color hair did you have as a baby?" she asked, the only
explanation that she could get would be a result of this question.
"Blonde, why?" he turned his head her direction, opening his closed eyes.
"Oh, because this is blonde. That's odd, though. That you would get one now. Whatever." She shrugged and dropped the
odd hair. "You look so serious and stressed." She said, turning him around and massaging his shoulders that had recently
bothered him from a bad knock that always made them knot now. The funny thing was, though he relaxed, there was no knot like
there usually was.
"Kel." Neal, turned, grasped her waist and kissed her.
When her released her, she asked "Why'd you ignore me at supper?"
"I was thinking and acting for your sake, my dear. Now, we should get back before we get in trouble with Lord Wyldon."
Kel smiled, kissed his cheek and started toward the edge of their clearing, "I'll race you."
Neal winked at her, "You're on!"
By Magelet
Supper that night proved interesting. Kel and Neal sat together, as usual, but Neal was totally silent. He seemed to be
brooding on something, but he didn't tell her. He didn't even look at her for that matter. The situation was a little better,
she felt though, because he spoke only when spoken to any avoided drawing out the answers.
Kel lost interest in trying to read his thoughts after a while, and let her attention wander about the room. Cleon
glanced at her, sighed, then went back to talking to Seaver, who then also glanced her direction, and shook his head solemnly.
Kel looked up the table at Joren, who caught her eye, and grinned like he knew something was going to happen. It wasn't a
malicious smile, nor devious; more like mischievous. It puzzled her, but maybe she'd ask Neal later. He might know. He just
knew these things sometimes. Finishing her thought, as she stared at the table, she looked up at Joren once more. He looked
back at her then laughed.
Still puzzling as she left, she changed her trains of thought to what Neal had said right before they had gone inside
the doors. 'If something ever bothers you or in any of your free time, come to our place. I'll be there, even if I'm late or
it kills me.' He had said, emerald eyes twinkling.
Kel hurried to her room and threw on some warmer outer garments and all but ran outside. Once out-of-doors, she did
run, all the way to her winter wonderland-to their special place. She didn't see Neal, but a note stuck on to a tree. It was
a short poem. She grinned and read it.
Snow, white and bright cannot
Compare to my true love's light.
It radiates from her,
It's all that's in my sight.
It's a lot better than some of his past attempts. A lot better - almost like he's a different person. It's so odd.
While she was thinking, someone came up behind her and covered her eyes. Kel stiffened, but when she felt someone's
lips on her cheek, she knew who it was. She smiled "Hello, Neal. Nice poem." She greeted him.
"You really think so? I mean, after Cleon, it can't be that good." He removed his hands and she turned to face him.
"You're right you know. About that."
"Cleon's being better?"
"No, Cleon's being good, they were, but yours is perfect." She kissed his forehead, standing on the tips of her toes
to do so.
Neal hugged her tight in return and said, "I'm glad that you liked it. I've had it forever, but could never give it
to you."
"I'm not that surprised that you didn't, you never gave anyone the poems."
Neal just shrugged, "It felt right," and kissed her.
Kel broke the kiss after a moment of thought, "Neal, what if I'm just another one of your crushes? What if you don't
feel like this in a few weeks or even days?"
Neal looked startled "Kel, please believe me. I've loved you for years. Those girls are just a cover-up. I love you
with more love than my heart can hold or give. You've cut this eternal hole in me that no healer can mend. You alone fill
that hole. With you alone I am whole."
Kel smiled at her love, "That was even better than the poem. You really are very poetic, Neal. Very deep." He smiled
and kissed her again.
Kel loved it, but as much as it felt perfect and like they were made for each other, she felt a bit odd and Joren
popped into her mind. His eyes piercing into her, but seeming like her knew a marvelous joke.
"Kel, is something wrong? You're shaking." Neal sounded very worried.
"Joren. Ugh! It's so annoying! It's like her knows something I don't and he keeps staring at me!" She burst in
agitation, holding her head instead of Neal, whom her hands had previously encircled. Neal at first had a funny look on his
face, that soon switched to anger.
He leaned against a tree and sighed, "Maybe I can talk to him. Maybe he'll be civil for once. He hasn't been that
venomous lately." Kel stood by him.
"Neal, is that as gray hair?" she giggled and swiftly and sharply pulled it out. "That's odd. It's not gray," she
frowned, confused. Neal had always had purely brown hair. "Neal, what color hair did you have as a baby?" she asked, the only
explanation that she could get would be a result of this question.
"Blonde, why?" he turned his head her direction, opening his closed eyes.
"Oh, because this is blonde. That's odd, though. That you would get one now. Whatever." She shrugged and dropped the
odd hair. "You look so serious and stressed." She said, turning him around and massaging his shoulders that had recently
bothered him from a bad knock that always made them knot now. The funny thing was, though he relaxed, there was no knot like
there usually was.
"Kel." Neal, turned, grasped her waist and kissed her.
When her released her, she asked "Why'd you ignore me at supper?"
"I was thinking and acting for your sake, my dear. Now, we should get back before we get in trouble with Lord Wyldon."
Kel smiled, kissed his cheek and started toward the edge of their clearing, "I'll race you."
Neal winked at her, "You're on!"