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Wanting to see for myself that Lorelei is healthy and whole, I walk toward her cottage. As I stride down her driveway, I see her standing at the edge of the shoreline, staring out at the bay.
That’s not unusual for her. She is a sea witch, after all.
But the way her hair blows back from her face when there is no wind to speak of makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I pick up my pace, eager to get to her.
“Lora.”
I say her name a couple of times, but she doesn’t acknowledge me.
Finally, when I lay my hand on her shoulder, she blinks and turns to me, confusion in her pretty green eyes.
It’s just like it was the other day when I approached her as the wolf.
“Oh, hi.” She swallows and frowns. “Geez, I’ve been so nauseous lately. Every time I come close to the water. It’s the weirdest thing.”
“What were you looking at out there?”
“Huh?” She blinks up at me and then looks back out at the water. “Oh. I heard the music playing again. Did you hear it?”
“No.” I watch her closely and brush her curly, auburn hair over her shoulder. “No, I didn’t hear it.”
“Odd. I’ve been hearing it a lot lately.”
I don’t like that. Not at all.
And I have some research to do before I talk to her about it because I’m afraid it’ll just scare her, and Lorelei has been afraid enough to last a lifetime.
“What are you up to?” she asks.
“I just came from your mother and Hilda’s house.”
Her eyebrows lift in surprise. “Oh?”
“They invited me over for lunch. And wanted to grill me.”
“About what?” She walks over to a fallen log and sits, gesturing for me to join her. So, I straddle the driftwood and face her.
“About Beltane. I guess they wanted to play therapists and make sure I’m doing okay.”
“That sounds like them.” Lorelei grins and nods her head slowly. “Yeah, that sounds exactly like something they’d do. What did you tell them?”
“That I’m fine.”
She narrows her eyes, examining me. “And are you? Fine?”
I shrug a shoulder and look out at the harbor and the bay beyond. “I will be. Eventually. How are you?”
“Physically, I’m recovered from that day. Have been for a while now.”
“Spiritually? Emotionally?”
She bites her lower lip and fiddles with a piece of tourmaline she’s pulled from her pocket.
I’m glad she’s carrying the protection stone with her.
“I’m still a little bruised, but I think that’s to be expected. I suspect you’re the same.”
“Yeah.” I scoot closer to her on the log and take her hand in mine, the tourmaline pressed between our palms. She stiffens at first but then relaxes and grips my hand in hers. “We’re going to get through this. All of us. And once we’re on the other side, this will all have been a really crappy year that we can be thankful to move on from.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
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That’s not unusual for her. She is a sea witch, after all.
But the way her hair blows back from her face when there is no wind to speak of makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I pick up my pace, eager to get to her.
“Lora.”
I say her name a couple of times, but she doesn’t acknowledge me.
Finally, when I lay my hand on her shoulder, she blinks and turns to me, confusion in her pretty green eyes.
It’s just like it was the other day when I approached her as the wolf.
“Oh, hi.” She swallows and frowns. “Geez, I’ve been so nauseous lately. Every time I come close to the water. It’s the weirdest thing.”
“What were you looking at out there?”
“Huh?” She blinks up at me and then looks back out at the water. “Oh. I heard the music playing again. Did you hear it?”
“No.” I watch her closely and brush her curly, auburn hair over her shoulder. “No, I didn’t hear it.”
“Odd. I’ve been hearing it a lot lately.”
I don’t like that. Not at all.
And I have some research to do before I talk to her about it because I’m afraid it’ll just scare her, and Lorelei has been afraid enough to last a lifetime.
“What are you up to?” she asks.
“I just came from your mother and Hilda’s house.”
Her eyebrows lift in surprise. “Oh?”
“They invited me over for lunch. And wanted to grill me.”
“About what?” She walks over to a fallen log and sits, gesturing for me to join her. So, I straddle the driftwood and face her.
“About Beltane. I guess they wanted to play therapists and make sure I’m doing okay.”
“That sounds like them.” Lorelei grins and nods her head slowly. “Yeah, that sounds exactly like something they’d do. What did you tell them?”
“That I’m fine.”
She narrows her eyes, examining me. “And are you? Fine?”
I shrug a shoulder and look out at the harbor and the bay beyond. “I will be. Eventually. How are you?”
“Physically, I’m recovered from that day. Have been for a while now.”
“Spiritually? Emotionally?”
She bites her lower lip and fiddles with a piece of tourmaline she’s pulled from her pocket.
I’m glad she’s carrying the protection stone with her.
“I’m still a little bruised, but I think that’s to be expected. I suspect you’re the same.”
“Yeah.” I scoot closer to her on the log and take her hand in mine, the tourmaline pressed between our palms. She stiffens at first but then relaxes and grips my hand in hers. “We’re going to get through this. All of us. And once we’re on the other side, this will all have been a really crappy year that we can be thankful to move on from.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
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