September 23rd, 2011
|03:38 pm - Far from Home, Part 2: September still....|
Friday, same as Thursday. Let us not dwell.
Instead, let's have more Stonewoods. Just a bit more story, which I'm now calling "Far From Home"....
Yesterday's introduction ended with What he has is a warrior queen. That will have to suffice..
She takes control then of an uncontrollable moment. Under her direction, two senior boys carry her unconscious Morgan to the school van; she urges haste even as she calms the fear revealed in their shaking holds. Morgan's assistant principal Ms Brown, recalled from the further reaches of the school, waits at the wheel, the engine already running.
Letitia is nowhere to be seen, Alice notes with detached fury. Here is a puzzle – to be solved after Morgan is safe, she tells herself.
As the van speeds toward her and Morgan's refuge, she holds his cold empty hand, brushes back damp grey hair from his brow, whispers unheard her commands that he be well. He doesn't respond.
The van pulls up in front of their hedge-gate. Only then does Ms Brown say, “I left Bobby and Malik at school. How can we carry --”
“Here is the place,” Alice says. The words ring like steel in the chilly confines of the van. “Let me open the gate and the door, and then we shall do.”
When she opens the hedge-gate, however, she catches a faint scent of burning, and the leaves rustle as if terrified. Morgan's protective glamour has faded even more here, magic into smoke into nothing.
Their grey stone house shimmers in the sunlight, as if it will fade too. It can't, but... she must hurry.
Her way clear, she climbs into the vehicle once more. “Ms Brown,” she says in her warrior-voice, “As soon as my husband and I are out of this carriage, drive on without looking back.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Ms Brown says. It is the voice of a soldier-subject.
Alice bends her head to her beloved and whispers into his ear, “Morgan, my heart, listen to me. You must make yourself light, light as a leaf-drift in the autumn, and I will carry you.”
No movement, but a murmur. “My Queen.”
And it is not Ms Stonewood but Queen Alice who lifts him up and then carries him through the hedge-gate and up the path to their home. Hedge-gate and door shut after they pass, protecting them inside.
Now her real work begins. Now her real terror rises.
Cheers for the equinox, and candles lit for all. :-)
This is eerie. And I love it.
(Hey! First responder! That never happens!)
Thank you, F, Thank you for reading and first-responding. :-)
Hope you're feeling better and stronger -- happy evening to you!
Thank you thank you, C! Much appreciated indeed.
(And a happy Friday to you, too!)
Queen Allce....! Can't wait for more. Smoke and ashes...
It's hard to be the Queen. Luckily Alice is up to it. ;-)
Thank you thank you for reading! Happy Friday to you!
|Date:||September 23rd, 2011 09:08 pm (UTC)|| |
I love that we're getting a glimpse of their secrets :)
Yep. The Stonewoods have rather a lot of secrets, certainly... ;-)
Thank you thank you for reading! Happy Friday!
|Date:||September 23rd, 2011 09:57 pm (UTC)|| |
Thank you, A!
Thank you for reading, and all good thoughts for a happy Friday. :-)
|Date:||September 23rd, 2011 11:16 pm (UTC)|| |
Thanks and thanks, L! And happy... [checks time zones] Saturday to you! :-)
|Date:||September 24th, 2011 04:14 am (UTC)|| |
Enjoying this! :-)
Thank you thank you, Gwynne. :-)
Happy Saturday, with noveling and good things! [hugs]
Oh, wonderful. I have to know what happens next.
Thank you thank you, Stevie! :-)
(And a good start to your weekend, too.)