Warded.
That?s what she had gleaned from the conversation between him and Ali the other night. The word was on repeat. She couldn?t shake it from her thoughts, even though she tried. Nor could she shake the feeling of hopeless that she?d felt when Ali had said he could not help. Not her own helplessness, but Jasper?s. It clung to her like a second skin and begged for a release.
She kicked at an incoming wave just as she swung right into A splash of water flung droplets of water causing her to sputter and Ivey to sniffle and snort trying to get the liquid from her own nose. Rekah just giggled and used the hem of her skirt to wipe the puppy?s face. Then she kicked her legs out and back to the easy rhythm of the waves.
Warded.
It waltzed in between daydreams of Jasper and thoughts of sugar. (These two things: Jasper and sugar were often times interchangeable. Natch) It just so happened as the waves rolled in sets of three, with the third being the highest, and just as the second wave was overtaken by the third an idea tumbled into place. She stopped swinging, letting her feet dangle in the water as Ivey scrambled to keep her place on Rekah?s lap. Absently, Rekah scooped the Frenchie up cradled her for a moment before dropping her in the water. Ivey let out a yelp of dismay! Then she scurried out of the way of a wave and up the path to the tree house-yelping and tattling all the way. Only stopping long enough to shake and spray water every which way before disappearing.
She just laughed over her shoulder and kicked at the water again before jumping into knee deep surf.
The idea flip flopped:
-I must have something that can help.-
-It?s the very least I can do. He worries too much.-
-I probably shouldn?t have my foot in the water.-
-I?m hungry.-
-I want him to know I?m safe.-
-I am really hungry.-
-I wonder if Jasper thinks about me as much as I think about him.-
-I wonder if I should ask him that.-
-He has enough to worry about. I should help out with something!-
Digging into a pocket she pulled out a quill and sketched a door on the flat surface of the swing. It was a tiny door with a doorknob and keyhole. She scribbled the world treasure in it and a door popped up. The waves pushed her forward, urging her through the doorway and she stepped into the rabbit?s hole.
It was in all actuality the hovel she used to live in. It was the abandoned shack/natural cave in the woods that she squirreled away most of her ?treasures?. She trudged through a pile of markers from the Great Marker Replication from a few nights past. And while, she didn?t feel pain per say she could still feel the heat and throb up along the arch of her foot and up her ankle. Her steps were taken a bit more gingerly as she made her way down to the niche that held her books.
Warded.
It was a broken record.
Warded.
And with this word set on repeat in her mind she started sifting through the stacks of books. She knelt down and pushed through them as a bulldozer would. It was an attempt to clear out the rubbish to get to the foundation. What she was searching for she had tucked away at the very bottom. Was it for safe keeping? Or for her own good? With her it was always hard to tell-she kept things for no particular rhyme or reason. There were paperback books alongside books with no covers, and covers with no book at all. She flung them over her shoulder in her search. They hit rock walls with nothing more then muffled echoes.
Warded.
She inhaled sharply expecting only to see two books-instead there were three. The third caused her to frown. Rekah was certain that the Denubae had devoured it in whole two years ago. But, here it sat this tome of archaic magic right before her. The shock was soon replaced with a thrill of excitement. They weren?t speaking to her as they had before. It meant they were empty. And their pages were filled esoteric knowledge that she was seeking. There were three. The green leather bound book with wavering gold filigree across the front. The bone colored linen bound book with tea stains marring its face. And the black cracked leather tome that listened to and opened only for one. Rekah.
She hugged them to her chest and sighed with relief. Maybe things were not so hopeless after all. She snaked a hand free just long enough to quickly draw a door for home.
Warded.
It danced in her head.
She bumped her hip to the door and it swung wide open. Books in her arms and an idea firmly in place she walked back into the house and headed straight for the reading nook with Ivey hot on her heels.
That?s what she had gleaned from the conversation between him and Ali the other night. The word was on repeat. She couldn?t shake it from her thoughts, even though she tried. Nor could she shake the feeling of hopeless that she?d felt when Ali had said he could not help. Not her own helplessness, but Jasper?s. It clung to her like a second skin and begged for a release.
She kicked at an incoming wave just as she swung right into A splash of water flung droplets of water causing her to sputter and Ivey to sniffle and snort trying to get the liquid from her own nose. Rekah just giggled and used the hem of her skirt to wipe the puppy?s face. Then she kicked her legs out and back to the easy rhythm of the waves.
Warded.
It waltzed in between daydreams of Jasper and thoughts of sugar. (These two things: Jasper and sugar were often times interchangeable. Natch) It just so happened as the waves rolled in sets of three, with the third being the highest, and just as the second wave was overtaken by the third an idea tumbled into place. She stopped swinging, letting her feet dangle in the water as Ivey scrambled to keep her place on Rekah?s lap. Absently, Rekah scooped the Frenchie up cradled her for a moment before dropping her in the water. Ivey let out a yelp of dismay! Then she scurried out of the way of a wave and up the path to the tree house-yelping and tattling all the way. Only stopping long enough to shake and spray water every which way before disappearing.
She just laughed over her shoulder and kicked at the water again before jumping into knee deep surf.
The idea flip flopped:
-I must have something that can help.-
-It?s the very least I can do. He worries too much.-
-I probably shouldn?t have my foot in the water.-
-I?m hungry.-
-I want him to know I?m safe.-
-I am really hungry.-
-I wonder if Jasper thinks about me as much as I think about him.-
-I wonder if I should ask him that.-
-He has enough to worry about. I should help out with something!-
Digging into a pocket she pulled out a quill and sketched a door on the flat surface of the swing. It was a tiny door with a doorknob and keyhole. She scribbled the world treasure in it and a door popped up. The waves pushed her forward, urging her through the doorway and she stepped into the rabbit?s hole.
It was in all actuality the hovel she used to live in. It was the abandoned shack/natural cave in the woods that she squirreled away most of her ?treasures?. She trudged through a pile of markers from the Great Marker Replication from a few nights past. And while, she didn?t feel pain per say she could still feel the heat and throb up along the arch of her foot and up her ankle. Her steps were taken a bit more gingerly as she made her way down to the niche that held her books.
Warded.
It was a broken record.
Warded.
And with this word set on repeat in her mind she started sifting through the stacks of books. She knelt down and pushed through them as a bulldozer would. It was an attempt to clear out the rubbish to get to the foundation. What she was searching for she had tucked away at the very bottom. Was it for safe keeping? Or for her own good? With her it was always hard to tell-she kept things for no particular rhyme or reason. There were paperback books alongside books with no covers, and covers with no book at all. She flung them over her shoulder in her search. They hit rock walls with nothing more then muffled echoes.
Warded.
She inhaled sharply expecting only to see two books-instead there were three. The third caused her to frown. Rekah was certain that the Denubae had devoured it in whole two years ago. But, here it sat this tome of archaic magic right before her. The shock was soon replaced with a thrill of excitement. They weren?t speaking to her as they had before. It meant they were empty. And their pages were filled esoteric knowledge that she was seeking. There were three. The green leather bound book with wavering gold filigree across the front. The bone colored linen bound book with tea stains marring its face. And the black cracked leather tome that listened to and opened only for one. Rekah.
She hugged them to her chest and sighed with relief. Maybe things were not so hopeless after all. She snaked a hand free just long enough to quickly draw a door for home.
Warded.
It danced in her head.
She bumped her hip to the door and it swung wide open. Books in her arms and an idea firmly in place she walked back into the house and headed straight for the reading nook with Ivey hot on her heels.