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I've just gotten to Widow's Vale. It's so absolutely small townish it's creepy sometimes. But also very beautiful. It's cozy here. I like it. Eamonn
"Girls?.Gir.WHAT!?! GIRLS! COME HERE NOW!" "I think your dad just got home Lauren." Sam said, looking sidelong at Lauren from where she was sprawled on the floor of the bedroom. "Do you think he likes the way we redecorated the place?" Lauren asked, with a mockingly innocent stare. "I don't know, maybe it was a little to "French country" for him." Sam said, making the quotation marks with her fingers and rolling her eyes. "Whelp, let's go get "praised" for our handy work." Lauren said, pushing herself off the bed. "Yah, maybe he'll believe that a band of furniture rearranging ex-cons broke into the house and did it!" Sam said brightly, sending them both into a fit of laughter as they made their way down the stairs. "Somehow I doubt he would believe us!"
"Wow! Morgan. This dinner is certainly.um.. Exotic!" Hunter said, eyeing the plate that had just been set down in front of him. "Don't patronize me." Morgan replied, glaring at him and then breaking down into laughter, "I know it's bad, but I have to eat it too, so there." She said, taking her place across the kitchen table Hunter had moved into the living room. "No! I really meant it, it looks delicious!" He said chuckling at her. "Here see, we'll both take a bite together, I'm sure it's amazing." "Alright...but somehow I doubt it." Morgan said, picking up a bit of charred something that would have been chicken and waiting for Hunter to do the same. Unfortunately, the appearance of the meal HAD been an accurate prelude to the taste. Morgan immediately spit hers out into her napkin, but Hunter managed to choke his down. Looking a bit like a stepped on puppy, Hunter looked up at Morgan. "Maybe we should order something in?" "Yah, I think that would definitely be a good idea. "Morgan said, looking miserably at the mess on her plate, tears welling up in her eyes. "I wanted this to be so perfect. But all I did was screw the whole thing up." "No. NO! You didn't do anything of the sort! It's not your fault love, sometimes things like this just happen." He soothed, putting his hand over hers across the table, and giving her a look that she couldn't pull away from. "No," he said again quietly, " I have a better idea, come with me to the kitchen. I'll teach you how to make beef stew, it's not as fancy, but my mother used to make it on cold nights, and my dad gave me the recipe. Come on." He coaxed, getting up from the table and pulling Morgan up from hers. "After all, there are never any coincidences in Wicca." He said, smiling at her, that wonderful smile he had that could make all her problems disappear. Standing there, she couldn't help but smile back, and follow him into the kitchen.
I've just gotten to Widow's Vale. It's so absolutely small townish it's creepy sometimes. But also very beautiful. It's cozy here. I like it. Eamonn
"Girls?.Gir.WHAT!?! GIRLS! COME HERE NOW!" "I think your dad just got home Lauren." Sam said, looking sidelong at Lauren from where she was sprawled on the floor of the bedroom. "Do you think he likes the way we redecorated the place?" Lauren asked, with a mockingly innocent stare. "I don't know, maybe it was a little to "French country" for him." Sam said, making the quotation marks with her fingers and rolling her eyes. "Whelp, let's go get "praised" for our handy work." Lauren said, pushing herself off the bed. "Yah, maybe he'll believe that a band of furniture rearranging ex-cons broke into the house and did it!" Sam said brightly, sending them both into a fit of laughter as they made their way down the stairs. "Somehow I doubt he would believe us!"
"Wow! Morgan. This dinner is certainly.um.. Exotic!" Hunter said, eyeing the plate that had just been set down in front of him. "Don't patronize me." Morgan replied, glaring at him and then breaking down into laughter, "I know it's bad, but I have to eat it too, so there." She said, taking her place across the kitchen table Hunter had moved into the living room. "No! I really meant it, it looks delicious!" He said chuckling at her. "Here see, we'll both take a bite together, I'm sure it's amazing." "Alright...but somehow I doubt it." Morgan said, picking up a bit of charred something that would have been chicken and waiting for Hunter to do the same. Unfortunately, the appearance of the meal HAD been an accurate prelude to the taste. Morgan immediately spit hers out into her napkin, but Hunter managed to choke his down. Looking a bit like a stepped on puppy, Hunter looked up at Morgan. "Maybe we should order something in?" "Yah, I think that would definitely be a good idea. "Morgan said, looking miserably at the mess on her plate, tears welling up in her eyes. "I wanted this to be so perfect. But all I did was screw the whole thing up." "No. NO! You didn't do anything of the sort! It's not your fault love, sometimes things like this just happen." He soothed, putting his hand over hers across the table, and giving her a look that she couldn't pull away from. "No," he said again quietly, " I have a better idea, come with me to the kitchen. I'll teach you how to make beef stew, it's not as fancy, but my mother used to make it on cold nights, and my dad gave me the recipe. Come on." He coaxed, getting up from the table and pulling Morgan up from hers. "After all, there are never any coincidences in Wicca." He said, smiling at her, that wonderful smile he had that could make all her problems disappear. Standing there, she couldn't help but smile back, and follow him into the kitchen.