Disclaimer: Ella Enchanted, all its characters, all its everything, does
not belong to me. Uh, I did not invent the piskies, I got them from the
book, I am Morgan le Fey, by Nancy Springer. So I just wanted to tell you,
they are not pixies. However, all characters you have not been introduced
to until the beginning of this story belong to me. So do all the
unfamiliar places.
A note: Okie-dokie, so I know I haven't worked out some of the details very well and you're going to have to remember Adie has no idea of what happened to Aden. Oh and I know this chapter is kind of crummy but please, please give me a break? I was in a hurry.
Here we go -
To Melt the Ice by DyingFlames
Chapter 3
Warmth greeted Adie as she stepped in the front door, shadows were seen scattering and giggles were heard throughout the house. When Adie saw a merry fire crackling in the fireplace, she smiled. The piskies had become active again. The little critters never ceased to amaze her. They could cause the most amazing mischief, but once humans were about, they easily vanished or scattered away.
Adie walked to the cupboards, Aden right behind her. She was planning to find something to cook for dinner and turned to tell Aden to go away when an invisible hand came out of nowhere and swept under her feet. Then, just before she hit the ground, Aden caught one of her flailing arms and pulled her back up, much to the amusement of the creatures living in the house apparently, considering it erupted with laughter. "Hobbs!" Adie screamed at the top of her lungs once she was upright. "If you ever do that again I will have your neck!" A voice out of nowhere replied, "That's what you said last time." And the room erupted again with glee.
Adie turned to Aden and saw a strange look on his face. "Hobbs is a piskie that lives in my room, or so he says." Adie explained, misinterpreting the look on Aden's face. Little did she know that no piskies lived in Kyrria. A powerful fairy had not found them amusing and had driven them out.
Adie told Aden to make himself comfortable, because there was little else for him to do while she was cooking, as she began chopping carrots for a stew. Aden sat and watched, which was all he could do. Adie's hands chopped the carrots evenly, creating an even rhythm of metal hitting wood throughout the house. Aden watched as she chopped carrots and muttered to herself she better go get the chicken if she was going to have it dead, plucked, and somewhat boiled by she was finished chopping the massive amount of vegetables. The vegetables seemed to stand in mountains beside her, so much food for only two people.
Aden became bored and stood. He walked to Adie and took a butcher knife beside her and asked, "which chicken would you like for the soup?"
"Umm, just get one of the black hens." Adie replied with a surprised look on her face. Aden set out to do just that.
In a matter of minutes, Aden appeared with a plucked body of a hen totally prepared to cook. He took the huge stewpot and found a pump outside. He filled the pot with water and heaved it back into the house, setting it over the still crackling fire. Adie stared as he took some of the chopped herbs beside her and place half of them in the water. The other half he took and put into a large bowl beside him. He began cutting the chicken into cubes.
Aden then found he was under the scrutiny of Adie, "What? Haven't you ever seen someone chop chicken?" He said.
Adie didn't answer, instead she smiled and went back to chopping the vegetables.
Aden put what were now chicken cubes into the bowl, rolling them in the spices. He walked to the pot over the stove and put them in, wondering if they would need more chicken for the stew. Looking at all the other ingredients that would soon be in the stew, he decided there wouldn't be enough room for more chicken.
"Hey Aden," Adie said. "Can you wash these onion bulbs then put them in with the chicken?"
"Sure."
"Thanks."
Aden took the small bag of onions and stepped out the door where the sun was in its final stages of setting. He walked to the pump and started cleaning the onions, the cool water flowing over his hands and splattering his tunic. His thoughts turned to Adie, "how interesting," he thought. "Receiving a stranger into her home, well, more like forcing." He smiled. "I didn't have much of a choice. Then, no questions asked, taking him swimming. She is quite different from my Jessica, I think." The last thought registered in his mind had come quickly, before he knew what he was thinking. Why on earth was he comparing his dead wife to this girl?
He really hadn't known Jessica. He had met her on a ship to this place and there was a shipboard wedding. In fact, it had been only three or four weeks ago that they met. He was young and foolish, she was gorgeous and eager to be married. He had begun to fancy her, asked her to marry him, and that was that. There was still pain though, a dull heartache in his chest that he would either ignore by working, or ignore some other strange way.
"Aden! Hurry up!" Called Adie.
He turned at the sound of her voice, and sprinted up the hill to the house. Deciding that, for the time being, he would forget the terrible events of the past days, and enjoy the present moment.
*~!~*
"Cute," thought Adie as Aden ran up the hill and handed her the onions. "Too bad he's so, closed. He would be very easy to like if he just opened up." Adie decided as she headed towards the cauldron and dropped the bulb onions in.
"You know," Adie said quietly, "You might want to make that bed you were on earlier. At the moment it's not exactly clean."
"If I had known you would make me cook and make my own bed, I would've ran farther to the north and picked a wall to run into there."
Adie smiled with her back still turned and said, "You volunteered to cook and the sheets are in the cupboard over there." She pointed with one hand and shoveled vegetables into the stew-pot with the other.
She saw Aden walk over to the cupboards just as a small shadow glided near. The cupboard doors flew open in Aden's face, startling him so much he fell over. The house seemed to love to laugh because it again shook with giggles. Adie had to purse her lips together to keep from laughing as she walked over and helped him up.
"You know," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice, "if you stay here, even for the shortest amount of time, you should probably stay alert and watch for shadows that don't belong to human."
Aden was just about to defend himself when the door to the cabin slammed open. Both heads turned in time to see Adie's father say, "What's for supper? I'm starved."
Note - Agh! It seems so short! One of the reviewers asked how long after Aden's wife's death was this. Well, I dunno, I guess around a week. But, as seen above, he barely knew her, so he isn't amazingly hurt by her death. Its like when an uncle you never knew you had dies, or when you just meet him and then they die. It hurts because they are still part of you, or because you never had time to learn what he was like. Well, I am so sorry it took so long to get this up, but I had writer's block. Hey it happens!
A note: Okie-dokie, so I know I haven't worked out some of the details very well and you're going to have to remember Adie has no idea of what happened to Aden. Oh and I know this chapter is kind of crummy but please, please give me a break? I was in a hurry.
Here we go -
To Melt the Ice by DyingFlames
Chapter 3
Warmth greeted Adie as she stepped in the front door, shadows were seen scattering and giggles were heard throughout the house. When Adie saw a merry fire crackling in the fireplace, she smiled. The piskies had become active again. The little critters never ceased to amaze her. They could cause the most amazing mischief, but once humans were about, they easily vanished or scattered away.
Adie walked to the cupboards, Aden right behind her. She was planning to find something to cook for dinner and turned to tell Aden to go away when an invisible hand came out of nowhere and swept under her feet. Then, just before she hit the ground, Aden caught one of her flailing arms and pulled her back up, much to the amusement of the creatures living in the house apparently, considering it erupted with laughter. "Hobbs!" Adie screamed at the top of her lungs once she was upright. "If you ever do that again I will have your neck!" A voice out of nowhere replied, "That's what you said last time." And the room erupted again with glee.
Adie turned to Aden and saw a strange look on his face. "Hobbs is a piskie that lives in my room, or so he says." Adie explained, misinterpreting the look on Aden's face. Little did she know that no piskies lived in Kyrria. A powerful fairy had not found them amusing and had driven them out.
Adie told Aden to make himself comfortable, because there was little else for him to do while she was cooking, as she began chopping carrots for a stew. Aden sat and watched, which was all he could do. Adie's hands chopped the carrots evenly, creating an even rhythm of metal hitting wood throughout the house. Aden watched as she chopped carrots and muttered to herself she better go get the chicken if she was going to have it dead, plucked, and somewhat boiled by she was finished chopping the massive amount of vegetables. The vegetables seemed to stand in mountains beside her, so much food for only two people.
Aden became bored and stood. He walked to Adie and took a butcher knife beside her and asked, "which chicken would you like for the soup?"
"Umm, just get one of the black hens." Adie replied with a surprised look on her face. Aden set out to do just that.
In a matter of minutes, Aden appeared with a plucked body of a hen totally prepared to cook. He took the huge stewpot and found a pump outside. He filled the pot with water and heaved it back into the house, setting it over the still crackling fire. Adie stared as he took some of the chopped herbs beside her and place half of them in the water. The other half he took and put into a large bowl beside him. He began cutting the chicken into cubes.
Aden then found he was under the scrutiny of Adie, "What? Haven't you ever seen someone chop chicken?" He said.
Adie didn't answer, instead she smiled and went back to chopping the vegetables.
Aden put what were now chicken cubes into the bowl, rolling them in the spices. He walked to the pot over the stove and put them in, wondering if they would need more chicken for the stew. Looking at all the other ingredients that would soon be in the stew, he decided there wouldn't be enough room for more chicken.
"Hey Aden," Adie said. "Can you wash these onion bulbs then put them in with the chicken?"
"Sure."
"Thanks."
Aden took the small bag of onions and stepped out the door where the sun was in its final stages of setting. He walked to the pump and started cleaning the onions, the cool water flowing over his hands and splattering his tunic. His thoughts turned to Adie, "how interesting," he thought. "Receiving a stranger into her home, well, more like forcing." He smiled. "I didn't have much of a choice. Then, no questions asked, taking him swimming. She is quite different from my Jessica, I think." The last thought registered in his mind had come quickly, before he knew what he was thinking. Why on earth was he comparing his dead wife to this girl?
He really hadn't known Jessica. He had met her on a ship to this place and there was a shipboard wedding. In fact, it had been only three or four weeks ago that they met. He was young and foolish, she was gorgeous and eager to be married. He had begun to fancy her, asked her to marry him, and that was that. There was still pain though, a dull heartache in his chest that he would either ignore by working, or ignore some other strange way.
"Aden! Hurry up!" Called Adie.
He turned at the sound of her voice, and sprinted up the hill to the house. Deciding that, for the time being, he would forget the terrible events of the past days, and enjoy the present moment.
*~!~*
"Cute," thought Adie as Aden ran up the hill and handed her the onions. "Too bad he's so, closed. He would be very easy to like if he just opened up." Adie decided as she headed towards the cauldron and dropped the bulb onions in.
"You know," Adie said quietly, "You might want to make that bed you were on earlier. At the moment it's not exactly clean."
"If I had known you would make me cook and make my own bed, I would've ran farther to the north and picked a wall to run into there."
Adie smiled with her back still turned and said, "You volunteered to cook and the sheets are in the cupboard over there." She pointed with one hand and shoveled vegetables into the stew-pot with the other.
She saw Aden walk over to the cupboards just as a small shadow glided near. The cupboard doors flew open in Aden's face, startling him so much he fell over. The house seemed to love to laugh because it again shook with giggles. Adie had to purse her lips together to keep from laughing as she walked over and helped him up.
"You know," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice, "if you stay here, even for the shortest amount of time, you should probably stay alert and watch for shadows that don't belong to human."
Aden was just about to defend himself when the door to the cabin slammed open. Both heads turned in time to see Adie's father say, "What's for supper? I'm starved."
Note - Agh! It seems so short! One of the reviewers asked how long after Aden's wife's death was this. Well, I dunno, I guess around a week. But, as seen above, he barely knew her, so he isn't amazingly hurt by her death. Its like when an uncle you never knew you had dies, or when you just meet him and then they die. It hurts because they are still part of you, or because you never had time to learn what he was like. Well, I am so sorry it took so long to get this up, but I had writer's block. Hey it happens!
