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you think they have strange names? You know,
like Reginald or Yari?”
Mason chuckled and lifted his head from hers. “Yari? Where’d
you come up with that name?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know; it just popped into my head.”
“And what else just pops into your head?”
She thought about it for a moment before nodding and saying,
“Mason.”
“Mason?” he repeated, raising his eyebrows. “What? Are you
saying I have a strange name?”
She laughed and shook her head.
“No, that’s what you’re saying,” he insisted.
“I only meant it popped into my head.”
He gave her a goofy smile, commenting, “As it should!” His
smile subsided, and a forced expression of contemplation crossed his face.
“Speaking of names that pop into people’s heads…there is this one name that
keeps pestering my mind. Kind of like an incessant, oh, I don’t know, bell that
won’t stop ringing in my head.”
“Maybe you should stop pulling on the rope,” she suggested.
“Maybe I don’t want to,” he said, surprising even himself by
the tender way it had come out.
Norabel looked down to her boots at that, and Mason cleared
his throat and took a step back. “Come on,” he said, trying to sound
light-hearted again. “Let’s go see if we can find those marmots that live up on
the hill…
Chapter 5
Valor Wood was much more pleasing in the light than it was
in the dark. Though it wasn’t as beautiful as her childhood home in the
mountains, it still contained the charms and pleasures that any green forest
had to offer.
Mason had been waiting for her at their usual tree when she
arrived, and with a short, brief greeting, they started forward into the forest.
As she was walking, she didn’t let Mason’s stoic, somber mood get her down. It
was the way he always seemed to be, and whether or not he found her perpetual
happiness childish and annoying, she wasn’t going to let him stop her from
enjoying the forest.
Finding a fallen tree on the ground, she hurried over to it
and hopped on top. Then, taking each step cautiously, she began to walk across
the log, marveling at how different the forest looked from just a few feet
higher off the ground. It reminded her of when she and Mason would balance on
logs and rocks in their meadow, trying to see who could stay the longest on one
foot. Of course, he would never do something like that now.
Hopping off the fallen tree, she rejoined Mason on the road.
Looking up to the sky, she smiled, seeing the rays of sun coming through the
trees. She held her hand up and watched the beams of light dance with her
fingers and cast a pattern over her face.
Her grandfather once told her that the Albatross came from
somewhere beyond the skies, far away from this world. He said that every time
you looked up to the sky or the clouds or the sun, you were really glimpsing at
their home. Yet, even though it was so far away, they would still be able to
see even the smallest person should they look up and wave hello.
“Why are you always doing that?” Mason asked from her side.
“Doing what?” she inquired, drawing her thoughts back down
to earth.
“Smiling.” He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.
“What is there to smile about?”
“I was smiling at the sun,” she informed him, choosing to
tell the truth while avoiding any mention of the Albatross.
“Why? It’s always been there. It’s not like it’s going
anywhere.”
Norabel stopped and looked up at it again. “Maybe that’s why
I’m smiling,” she said in deep deliberation. “No matter how long this world is
going to go on, each person that comes to pass will look up at the same sun,
will live and be alive because of its same warmth, just like us. Don’t you
think, if there’s anything worth smiling at, it’s that?”
“I never thought of it that way before,” he admitted, taking
a peek up to the sun and squinting his eyes. Then, having had enough, he
motioned ahead of them, and they continued
like Reginald or Yari?”
Mason chuckled and lifted his head from hers. “Yari? Where’d
you come up with that name?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know; it just popped into my head.”
“And what else just pops into your head?”
She thought about it for a moment before nodding and saying,
“Mason.”
“Mason?” he repeated, raising his eyebrows. “What? Are you
saying I have a strange name?”
She laughed and shook her head.
“No, that’s what you’re saying,” he insisted.
“I only meant it popped into my head.”
He gave her a goofy smile, commenting, “As it should!” His
smile subsided, and a forced expression of contemplation crossed his face.
“Speaking of names that pop into people’s heads…there is this one name that
keeps pestering my mind. Kind of like an incessant, oh, I don’t know, bell that
won’t stop ringing in my head.”
“Maybe you should stop pulling on the rope,” she suggested.
“Maybe I don’t want to,” he said, surprising even himself by
the tender way it had come out.
Norabel looked down to her boots at that, and Mason cleared
his throat and took a step back. “Come on,” he said, trying to sound
light-hearted again. “Let’s go see if we can find those marmots that live up on
the hill…
Chapter 5
Valor Wood was much more pleasing in the light than it was
in the dark. Though it wasn’t as beautiful as her childhood home in the
mountains, it still contained the charms and pleasures that any green forest
had to offer.
Mason had been waiting for her at their usual tree when she
arrived, and with a short, brief greeting, they started forward into the forest.
As she was walking, she didn’t let Mason’s stoic, somber mood get her down. It
was the way he always seemed to be, and whether or not he found her perpetual
happiness childish and annoying, she wasn’t going to let him stop her from
enjoying the forest.
Finding a fallen tree on the ground, she hurried over to it
and hopped on top. Then, taking each step cautiously, she began to walk across
the log, marveling at how different the forest looked from just a few feet
higher off the ground. It reminded her of when she and Mason would balance on
logs and rocks in their meadow, trying to see who could stay the longest on one
foot. Of course, he would never do something like that now.
Hopping off the fallen tree, she rejoined Mason on the road.
Looking up to the sky, she smiled, seeing the rays of sun coming through the
trees. She held her hand up and watched the beams of light dance with her
fingers and cast a pattern over her face.
Her grandfather once told her that the Albatross came from
somewhere beyond the skies, far away from this world. He said that every time
you looked up to the sky or the clouds or the sun, you were really glimpsing at
their home. Yet, even though it was so far away, they would still be able to
see even the smallest person should they look up and wave hello.
“Why are you always doing that?” Mason asked from her side.
“Doing what?” she inquired, drawing her thoughts back down
to earth.
“Smiling.” He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.
“What is there to smile about?”
“I was smiling at the sun,” she informed him, choosing to
tell the truth while avoiding any mention of the Albatross.
“Why? It’s always been there. It’s not like it’s going
anywhere.”
Norabel stopped and looked up at it again. “Maybe that’s why
I’m smiling,” she said in deep deliberation. “No matter how long this world is
going to go on, each person that comes to pass will look up at the same sun,
will live and be alive because of its same warmth, just like us. Don’t you
think, if there’s anything worth smiling at, it’s that?”
“I never thought of it that way before,” he admitted, taking
a peek up to the sun and squinting his eyes. Then, having had enough, he
motioned ahead of them, and they continued
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