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Any references to people, places, businesses etc is entirely fictitious.
3.11 The Woman in the Green Dress
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In another time and place, a young artist watched in amazement as the air shimmered, fractured and an anomaly opened in the clearing where he was painting a forest scene that included a local landmark of note.
The fabric of the woman's green dress swirled in the air currents. A monster approached, snarling and snapping. Beyond, through the shining opening in space and time, the artist could see a fallen man, another person kneeling at his side, and two other people huddled in front of the same dolmen he was now trying to paint.
The artist turned quickly to look behind him. The dolmen he had been painting hadn't moved. He turned back to look at the scene in front of him. It would be forever imprinted on his mind.
Paul-Henri watched. Using both hands, the woman brought the sword swinging through the air. The air shimmered and the anomaly closed. The creature fell. She let the weight of the sword rest on the ground beside her, holding it with only one hand. She stood there shivering.
Thinking the woman must be in shock, the young artist quickly pulled the blanket out from beneath his supplies. He approached the sword wielding woman cautiously. He spoke in the language of his time and place.
"Are you cold?"
When she didn't say anything, Paul-Henri wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. She still didn't say anything. Paul-Henri wondered for a moment what you were supposed to do when a beautiful young woman appears in front of you and slays a dragon.
He went back to his supplies and picked up the picnic basket. He returned to stand in front of the woman. Opening the basket, he held up a crusty baguette.
"Are you hungry?" he asked. Pressing the bread into her open hand, he said "Here… eat."
The woman looked at the bread for a moment, and then took a bite. She stood there chewing, staring at Paul-Henri.
He reached into the basket again. He held out a chunk of cheese towards the woman. She tucked the baguette into the crook of her arm and took the cheese with her hand. The other hand remained on the sword.
Paul-Henri reached into the basket once more. This time, he held out a sprig of lavender.
"If you like," the young artist said with a smile.
The woman in the green dress smiled back at him. She dropped the sword on the ground and took the lavender from his hand.
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A/N the woman in the green dress may be found in A Journey Begins chapter 18