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Ch 3:
Rose woke up early in the morning, far before the sun rose. It was a time that she normally spent in her garden, or finishing her homework early; instead, she felt an odd sense of peace and warmth hover over her as she slowly came to her senses. She stretched, then yawned sleepily before she realized that she had been sleeping on James for the entire night. Yelping, she hopped out of bed and James groaned as he felt his arms tingle with a rush of blood. Rose quickly sped off to her garden in the maze of Ravensmere before he could embarrass her further.
In the garden, Rose felt a calming, serene feeling steal over her as she surveyed the mist filled garden. The trees and rose bushes looked almost mystical in the early morning, as they always did when she felt the irresistible call of the Maze Dance. As she lightly twirled from the beginning of the ancient, intricate maze, the same rhythmic music stole over her senses and she remained in a world of pure physic feeling until she was abruptly jarred out of it reaching one of the Gates. As it opened, it blasted its chosen recipient with a vivid image: James and Gilbert....Rose strained to see.....James and Gilbert fighting! They were in the village square, and were rolling on the ground, duking it out- apparently over a girl. Rose frowned. What could be so important about that? Then her view shifted from the rolling combatants to Victoria's smug, satisfied face. Rose stumbled back from shock, and the rose bush filled the empty Gate again. Her cat, named Aurus to match her middle name, rubbed against her legged and purred happily as they trotted from the garden.
When Rose came back to check up on James, he was already awake but was waiting docilely in bed for her to feed him-too docilely. She eyed him suspiciously, and said, "What's going on? This isn't the time for a lark, I need to talk to you." James only grinned. "I'm serious, James." She gave him her "witchy look", the one where she narrowed her silverish eyes and stared at him cadaverously. He shivered. *Don't do that* he sent by their mental telepathy. *Why not?*
*Because Gilbert's starting to get suspicious about our spontaneous way of bursting things out. He swung by yesterday to apologize, and kept asking me if I had talked to you even though we stayed in the same place the entire time. He was feeling really bad, by the way.* She swung into the room incautiously. *Well, he should be after blowing up like that. That was right rude.* She slammed the door, only to hear a knock and her father's voice. "Rosamund Aurora Kenward! How dare you shut this door in my face???" Rose winced. "My apologies, Mr. Aylward. I didn't realize you were there." She opened the door to her room cautiously, and faced the furious owner of Stoke Raven. He pushed her aside to see his son. "James, you've been lying in that bed for weeks now. If you haven't recovered from that silly cough you never will." Rose mouthed behind his back, "If he had pneumonia he'd be moaning sick in bed for months." James grinned in spite of himself, and got a sharp rebuke from his father in return. He stood up quickly, and walked out the door arguing with his father while Rose shook her head and answered a call for a poultice.
Ch 3:
Rose woke up early in the morning, far before the sun rose. It was a time that she normally spent in her garden, or finishing her homework early; instead, she felt an odd sense of peace and warmth hover over her as she slowly came to her senses. She stretched, then yawned sleepily before she realized that she had been sleeping on James for the entire night. Yelping, she hopped out of bed and James groaned as he felt his arms tingle with a rush of blood. Rose quickly sped off to her garden in the maze of Ravensmere before he could embarrass her further.
In the garden, Rose felt a calming, serene feeling steal over her as she surveyed the mist filled garden. The trees and rose bushes looked almost mystical in the early morning, as they always did when she felt the irresistible call of the Maze Dance. As she lightly twirled from the beginning of the ancient, intricate maze, the same rhythmic music stole over her senses and she remained in a world of pure physic feeling until she was abruptly jarred out of it reaching one of the Gates. As it opened, it blasted its chosen recipient with a vivid image: James and Gilbert....Rose strained to see.....James and Gilbert fighting! They were in the village square, and were rolling on the ground, duking it out- apparently over a girl. Rose frowned. What could be so important about that? Then her view shifted from the rolling combatants to Victoria's smug, satisfied face. Rose stumbled back from shock, and the rose bush filled the empty Gate again. Her cat, named Aurus to match her middle name, rubbed against her legged and purred happily as they trotted from the garden.
When Rose came back to check up on James, he was already awake but was waiting docilely in bed for her to feed him-too docilely. She eyed him suspiciously, and said, "What's going on? This isn't the time for a lark, I need to talk to you." James only grinned. "I'm serious, James." She gave him her "witchy look", the one where she narrowed her silverish eyes and stared at him cadaverously. He shivered. *Don't do that* he sent by their mental telepathy. *Why not?*
*Because Gilbert's starting to get suspicious about our spontaneous way of bursting things out. He swung by yesterday to apologize, and kept asking me if I had talked to you even though we stayed in the same place the entire time. He was feeling really bad, by the way.* She swung into the room incautiously. *Well, he should be after blowing up like that. That was right rude.* She slammed the door, only to hear a knock and her father's voice. "Rosamund Aurora Kenward! How dare you shut this door in my face???" Rose winced. "My apologies, Mr. Aylward. I didn't realize you were there." She opened the door to her room cautiously, and faced the furious owner of Stoke Raven. He pushed her aside to see his son. "James, you've been lying in that bed for weeks now. If you haven't recovered from that silly cough you never will." Rose mouthed behind his back, "If he had pneumonia he'd be moaning sick in bed for months." James grinned in spite of himself, and got a sharp rebuke from his father in return. He stood up quickly, and walked out the door arguing with his father while Rose shook her head and answered a call for a poultice.