Sorry this took so long but I was revising for my Spanish exam, Ahhhh! I
cut this one short so there is an extra chapter coz I thought this one was
long enough, XD! Sorry that its not very interesting but me is really
tired.
Chapter 4
The New World
The wind rippled through every bone in my body as we flew high above the clouds, the old man was cold but he never complained. I did my best to warm him by wrapping my fur lined coat around him, I think that it helped, though I didn't know for sure because I chose not to read his mind. These days I would not pry into others minds unless they allowed it or if it was an emergency, and I kept to it. Though it was rather hard to not to take a glimpse as it was a constant babble in my brain.
Soon we were flying over London, with its many parliament houses and great households. We passed the Grand Clock, the magnificent monument that would be the mascot for many years to come. Zhuzhen was in silent amazement, he wasn't shivering anymore, he had either got used to the fierce wind or my coat was doing its job.
What was the time? I had foolishly forgotten to look at the clock as we had passed it, it was typical of me never to think of the basics, I hadn't even got a wrist timekeeper, that people marvelled at so much at this time. Memories passed through my mind, London, where we all spent time together in a glorious atmosphere. I had almost felt it in the company of Nina and her relations but not quite, I soon realised that I would never feel that until I was with Margarete again.
We were at that time passing over all the busy cities and heading for the remote countryside, I concluded that the scenery was beautifully painted with all of the colours of nature, exquisitely blended to give it the character that no other country would ever have. No country was the same as another, but England was definitely the most individual in its appearance and in its guise.
I then spotted our destination and slowed accordingly, I gently descended until I touched down onto the soft and crisp grass, brittle from the twilight's icy grasp. The old master brushed out the creases in his tunic, and looked up at me weakly. Even though he had not been flying himself, the journey had obviously taken a lot out of him, I then reminded myself that Zhuzhen was not as young as he used to be and any activity might strain his weak heart, let alone his suffering joints.
We were not far from the gathering of villages, so we began to amble towards the nearest, Zhuzhen was worried that we had gone to the wrong place or that it was the wrong village. To which I assured that we were in the correct location, I was very good at bearings of the compass even as a mortal, but as the years passed my powers had strengthened, including my sense of direction.
Just as we were passing the outskirts of the first hamlet, I noticed a sign which confirmed my justifications, it announced that we were in the vicinity of the "Midsummer Dales", that of which Yuri and Alice's cottage was otherwise situated, and known by. Zhuzhen was calmed when he saw this and began to relax as he strolled along, taking in every detailed aspect of the surroundings.
We passed through many of the hamlets until we came one named "Midsummer Valley", I knew instantly that this was the place that the couple would have made their home. The area was totally silent apart from the occasional banter in the inn and the hooting of a distant owl.
I decided that it would be best for the adept to reserve a room for the night, because I could tell he was exhausted and I was sure that Yuri and Alice would not like to be disturbed at an ungodly hour which I knew that it was. Zhuzhen agreed to this as I helped him into the tavern, even though there were men and women drinking everything was rather sombre yet it was cheery in a quaint fashion.
The owner was gentlemanly and offered us a room on the ground floor, because he could see, as much as I, that in this state the elder would not be capable of attempting the stairs, however much he protested. He gave in soon after, as he knew that his objections were in vain, it made me laugh that he had the strength to argue, but then he always had the vigour to dispute about what ever there was to discuss.
As soon as the ancient man was settled in, I left him to find the location of Yuri's cottage in order to visit tomorrow, it was also my chance to look a round the village. The houses and cottages with thatched roofs enchanted me, with its cobblestone walkways to finish of the unique way that it was compiled together. The little front gardens with comely borders filled with various varieties of roses, that so many gardens were in abundance of.
It was then that I found a certain garden that took my fancy, yes they had roses but the assortment was so different, I could tell, in fact, that the occupants of this house were either avid collectors of these and went to any expense to obtain such plants, or they had been travelling over the world and picked them up on the way.
The second idea was the correct one, as I read the name on the mail box "Mr. and Mrs. Yuri Hyuga". It sounded beautiful to my ears even though I had not said anything aloud but I was still exhilarated, and I had to read the engraving over a few more times for it to sink in and become part of my comprehension.
I mused as I walked around the garden and saw a faint light in the window, surely someone wasn't up? I went round the back of the cottage and found that the window and doors were ajar to let air circulate around the house. I was peering in to see if everything was all well, when the door was opened and a very tired Yuri stood in the entrance, he smiled warmly and looked very tired. I think he would have hugged me but he was too busy holding the crying baby in his arms, he gestured with his free arm to come inside while welcoming me in his mature voice.
The house was cosy with its old oak furniture and floral designs that were incorporated in the traditional English country house style, it was small but adequate for a young family. In all the simplicity there was a splendour about it that enthralled me, it was the same as the garden, all the messages mixed but harmonious in effect.
I sat down, followed by Yuri who obviously hadn't had any sleep for the past few nights, the baby still cried though not as much and for the first time I looked at the clock on the old mantle piece, it indicated that it was 3 am, I was shocked and apologised profusely but it was met with the reply that he was awake anyway.
Yuri needed to sort things out for the morning but he felt dreadful if it meant leaving me with the screaming infant, of course it was not a bother to me as I adored children, however noisy or annoying they become. I was handed the child and introduced to "Arianna." She was beautiful, definitely taking after her mother but it was clear Yuri was there, in her smile and her powerful squirms.
As soon as she was placed in my arms she was still and quiet, her eyelids closed and there was peace, I stared at her in horror, had I killed her? No, just sleeping. We both smiled slightly surprised at the baby's silence and laughed quietly at it.
The conversation after that was minimal, but we knew each other well enough to know what we were saying silently. I had become very tired, it must have been the journey yet I never thought that it would wear me out as much as it had. After I had helped Yuri finish preparations for the morning, we sat down on the lounging chair with me holding the infant in my arms and as if someone was pouring slumber dust on us, we slipped into a deep sleep.
Before I knew it I was being gently woken by the smell of sweet perfume and a touch on my hand. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Alice, still as attractive as ever. She smiled at me and offered her welcomes to me, she laughed at the sight that she had been greeted with. Yuri and I had fallen asleep with Arianna cradled in our arms, she said that it was one of the most precious things that she had ever seen and that it was a shame that she didn't have a camera.
She took Arianna and held her as motherly as she could, she was surprised how quiet she was, I was too but I felt a lot better after my sleep and for the first time I had not been having dreams about Margarete, which had left me very composed and slightly homesick.
Yuri had already gone to work but he had left his apologies for his absence, Alice was so happy with my presence, so happy in fact I was excited that I was there. We talked for hours on Arianna's birth, about me and then finally, my parting with Margarete.
'So she left you because she business to finish? How odd, I wonder what matters could have drawn her away from you, she loved you too much to leave you, that is for certain.' She was so kind in her words, but then she always had been.
'I have no knowledge of her affairs, besides I wouldn't and didn't want to pry into matters that were none of my business. Though now I really wish I had, damn, why didn't I follow her.' It was a rhetorical question as Alice and I had already answered it.
We were silent for awhile, when I remembered something, I had totally forgotten about Zhuzhen. I informed Alice of the visitor that was still to arrive, she was delighted that she would see the adept again, but I could tell she was homesick. Well home being, with the rest of the group in Bistritz, but she said nothing to indicate that she was reacting to such a thing.
The time was now ten in the morning, I now checked the clock continually just to make sure, I was looking at the hearth when a knock at the door came and there on the doorstep was Zhuzhen with our little bags of belongings. He was welcomed with open arms and our possessions taken upstairs into the guest rooms.
We had just come down from making ourselves at home when Yuri came home, looking very cheery, he was so surprised to see Zhuzhen that he embraced him, an action that we had not very often seen. He let go and offered to take us on a tour of the village, that we gratefully accepted, Alice unfortunately couldn't come as she was too busy looking after the baby and had to go into the nearest town with friends to do the weekly shopping.
It was a wondrous walk, the sun was shining and the birds singing, I was alive again but then there was the niggling feeling in the back of my mind, I would never be complete without my Margarete. I tried to erase the thought so I could enjoy myself for at least one moment, but I couldn't, so I let it swim and squirm in the back of my mind with my thirst and the buzzing of peoples thoughts.
We stopped for lunch in an old town house and the others ate fiendishly, but of course it wasn't my desire to eat, and the aroma of the locals sent me into a raving thirst but I did not let my mind weaken to that craving. After they had finished, Yuri paid and we left for home, the talking was lowest at this time, each of us thinking of things in an airy fashion.
Soon we were at the cottage and we went in for an afternoon nap, the English seemed to be very fond of those, and I was only too happy to accept the tradition. I wanted some time on my own. I went up the tiny stairs and found that my room was first on the left, the room was not big but adequate for one person. Alice had set my belongings out into draws and arranged the photograph album that belonged to Margarete, as I collapsed on the bed I saw a picture of a young girl, she was so familiar but before I could recollect who it was I fell into a sleep full of dreams of Margarete..My Love...
Chapter 4
The New World
The wind rippled through every bone in my body as we flew high above the clouds, the old man was cold but he never complained. I did my best to warm him by wrapping my fur lined coat around him, I think that it helped, though I didn't know for sure because I chose not to read his mind. These days I would not pry into others minds unless they allowed it or if it was an emergency, and I kept to it. Though it was rather hard to not to take a glimpse as it was a constant babble in my brain.
Soon we were flying over London, with its many parliament houses and great households. We passed the Grand Clock, the magnificent monument that would be the mascot for many years to come. Zhuzhen was in silent amazement, he wasn't shivering anymore, he had either got used to the fierce wind or my coat was doing its job.
What was the time? I had foolishly forgotten to look at the clock as we had passed it, it was typical of me never to think of the basics, I hadn't even got a wrist timekeeper, that people marvelled at so much at this time. Memories passed through my mind, London, where we all spent time together in a glorious atmosphere. I had almost felt it in the company of Nina and her relations but not quite, I soon realised that I would never feel that until I was with Margarete again.
We were at that time passing over all the busy cities and heading for the remote countryside, I concluded that the scenery was beautifully painted with all of the colours of nature, exquisitely blended to give it the character that no other country would ever have. No country was the same as another, but England was definitely the most individual in its appearance and in its guise.
I then spotted our destination and slowed accordingly, I gently descended until I touched down onto the soft and crisp grass, brittle from the twilight's icy grasp. The old master brushed out the creases in his tunic, and looked up at me weakly. Even though he had not been flying himself, the journey had obviously taken a lot out of him, I then reminded myself that Zhuzhen was not as young as he used to be and any activity might strain his weak heart, let alone his suffering joints.
We were not far from the gathering of villages, so we began to amble towards the nearest, Zhuzhen was worried that we had gone to the wrong place or that it was the wrong village. To which I assured that we were in the correct location, I was very good at bearings of the compass even as a mortal, but as the years passed my powers had strengthened, including my sense of direction.
Just as we were passing the outskirts of the first hamlet, I noticed a sign which confirmed my justifications, it announced that we were in the vicinity of the "Midsummer Dales", that of which Yuri and Alice's cottage was otherwise situated, and known by. Zhuzhen was calmed when he saw this and began to relax as he strolled along, taking in every detailed aspect of the surroundings.
We passed through many of the hamlets until we came one named "Midsummer Valley", I knew instantly that this was the place that the couple would have made their home. The area was totally silent apart from the occasional banter in the inn and the hooting of a distant owl.
I decided that it would be best for the adept to reserve a room for the night, because I could tell he was exhausted and I was sure that Yuri and Alice would not like to be disturbed at an ungodly hour which I knew that it was. Zhuzhen agreed to this as I helped him into the tavern, even though there were men and women drinking everything was rather sombre yet it was cheery in a quaint fashion.
The owner was gentlemanly and offered us a room on the ground floor, because he could see, as much as I, that in this state the elder would not be capable of attempting the stairs, however much he protested. He gave in soon after, as he knew that his objections were in vain, it made me laugh that he had the strength to argue, but then he always had the vigour to dispute about what ever there was to discuss.
As soon as the ancient man was settled in, I left him to find the location of Yuri's cottage in order to visit tomorrow, it was also my chance to look a round the village. The houses and cottages with thatched roofs enchanted me, with its cobblestone walkways to finish of the unique way that it was compiled together. The little front gardens with comely borders filled with various varieties of roses, that so many gardens were in abundance of.
It was then that I found a certain garden that took my fancy, yes they had roses but the assortment was so different, I could tell, in fact, that the occupants of this house were either avid collectors of these and went to any expense to obtain such plants, or they had been travelling over the world and picked them up on the way.
The second idea was the correct one, as I read the name on the mail box "Mr. and Mrs. Yuri Hyuga". It sounded beautiful to my ears even though I had not said anything aloud but I was still exhilarated, and I had to read the engraving over a few more times for it to sink in and become part of my comprehension.
I mused as I walked around the garden and saw a faint light in the window, surely someone wasn't up? I went round the back of the cottage and found that the window and doors were ajar to let air circulate around the house. I was peering in to see if everything was all well, when the door was opened and a very tired Yuri stood in the entrance, he smiled warmly and looked very tired. I think he would have hugged me but he was too busy holding the crying baby in his arms, he gestured with his free arm to come inside while welcoming me in his mature voice.
The house was cosy with its old oak furniture and floral designs that were incorporated in the traditional English country house style, it was small but adequate for a young family. In all the simplicity there was a splendour about it that enthralled me, it was the same as the garden, all the messages mixed but harmonious in effect.
I sat down, followed by Yuri who obviously hadn't had any sleep for the past few nights, the baby still cried though not as much and for the first time I looked at the clock on the old mantle piece, it indicated that it was 3 am, I was shocked and apologised profusely but it was met with the reply that he was awake anyway.
Yuri needed to sort things out for the morning but he felt dreadful if it meant leaving me with the screaming infant, of course it was not a bother to me as I adored children, however noisy or annoying they become. I was handed the child and introduced to "Arianna." She was beautiful, definitely taking after her mother but it was clear Yuri was there, in her smile and her powerful squirms.
As soon as she was placed in my arms she was still and quiet, her eyelids closed and there was peace, I stared at her in horror, had I killed her? No, just sleeping. We both smiled slightly surprised at the baby's silence and laughed quietly at it.
The conversation after that was minimal, but we knew each other well enough to know what we were saying silently. I had become very tired, it must have been the journey yet I never thought that it would wear me out as much as it had. After I had helped Yuri finish preparations for the morning, we sat down on the lounging chair with me holding the infant in my arms and as if someone was pouring slumber dust on us, we slipped into a deep sleep.
Before I knew it I was being gently woken by the smell of sweet perfume and a touch on my hand. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Alice, still as attractive as ever. She smiled at me and offered her welcomes to me, she laughed at the sight that she had been greeted with. Yuri and I had fallen asleep with Arianna cradled in our arms, she said that it was one of the most precious things that she had ever seen and that it was a shame that she didn't have a camera.
She took Arianna and held her as motherly as she could, she was surprised how quiet she was, I was too but I felt a lot better after my sleep and for the first time I had not been having dreams about Margarete, which had left me very composed and slightly homesick.
Yuri had already gone to work but he had left his apologies for his absence, Alice was so happy with my presence, so happy in fact I was excited that I was there. We talked for hours on Arianna's birth, about me and then finally, my parting with Margarete.
'So she left you because she business to finish? How odd, I wonder what matters could have drawn her away from you, she loved you too much to leave you, that is for certain.' She was so kind in her words, but then she always had been.
'I have no knowledge of her affairs, besides I wouldn't and didn't want to pry into matters that were none of my business. Though now I really wish I had, damn, why didn't I follow her.' It was a rhetorical question as Alice and I had already answered it.
We were silent for awhile, when I remembered something, I had totally forgotten about Zhuzhen. I informed Alice of the visitor that was still to arrive, she was delighted that she would see the adept again, but I could tell she was homesick. Well home being, with the rest of the group in Bistritz, but she said nothing to indicate that she was reacting to such a thing.
The time was now ten in the morning, I now checked the clock continually just to make sure, I was looking at the hearth when a knock at the door came and there on the doorstep was Zhuzhen with our little bags of belongings. He was welcomed with open arms and our possessions taken upstairs into the guest rooms.
We had just come down from making ourselves at home when Yuri came home, looking very cheery, he was so surprised to see Zhuzhen that he embraced him, an action that we had not very often seen. He let go and offered to take us on a tour of the village, that we gratefully accepted, Alice unfortunately couldn't come as she was too busy looking after the baby and had to go into the nearest town with friends to do the weekly shopping.
It was a wondrous walk, the sun was shining and the birds singing, I was alive again but then there was the niggling feeling in the back of my mind, I would never be complete without my Margarete. I tried to erase the thought so I could enjoy myself for at least one moment, but I couldn't, so I let it swim and squirm in the back of my mind with my thirst and the buzzing of peoples thoughts.
We stopped for lunch in an old town house and the others ate fiendishly, but of course it wasn't my desire to eat, and the aroma of the locals sent me into a raving thirst but I did not let my mind weaken to that craving. After they had finished, Yuri paid and we left for home, the talking was lowest at this time, each of us thinking of things in an airy fashion.
Soon we were at the cottage and we went in for an afternoon nap, the English seemed to be very fond of those, and I was only too happy to accept the tradition. I wanted some time on my own. I went up the tiny stairs and found that my room was first on the left, the room was not big but adequate for one person. Alice had set my belongings out into draws and arranged the photograph album that belonged to Margarete, as I collapsed on the bed I saw a picture of a young girl, she was so familiar but before I could recollect who it was I fell into a sleep full of dreams of Margarete..My Love...