Months and months had gone since last she had seen Cilla. Bundled up in shawl and coat of earthy hues she stared at the door with a great feeling of despair. She hoped Kacey would forgive her for disappearing, that the wood crafted still waited for her.
She hadn't a note to pass over, nor any good enough explanation. She had simply run away from it all, when it got too much, but now she was fiercer, ready to face what she must.
Knocking upon the surface she watched the grains in it, counting them idly. She was frightened of admonishment. Because in Kacilla's eyes had been a similarity she could hardly bear. But the woman was good, and stronger than Lerida had been a time ago.
She was ready to collect what she had commissioned. She was ready to collect those scrambled pieces she had left behind, one by one.
The back of Joy was left open, for the packing. Otherwise it would be shut, and go home empty.
She hadn't a note to pass over, nor any good enough explanation. She had simply run away from it all, when it got too much, but now she was fiercer, ready to face what she must.
Knocking upon the surface she watched the grains in it, counting them idly. She was frightened of admonishment. Because in Kacilla's eyes had been a similarity she could hardly bear. But the woman was good, and stronger than Lerida had been a time ago.
She was ready to collect what she had commissioned. She was ready to collect those scrambled pieces she had left behind, one by one.
The back of Joy was left open, for the packing. Otherwise it would be shut, and go home empty.