want to look at it. She didn’t want anything to change. She was determined for nothing to change.
Caitlin slowly got dressed, putting on the new clothes that the nun had given her. She had washed them the night before in the stream, and had hung them out to dry on the edge of a gargoyle outside her window. She was surprised by how fast they had dried, how fresh they had become, as she put them back on. She felt ready to face the day.
Caitlin had to figure out what to do to replace her wardrobe.
Now that she was final y settled—
and in an enormous castle with endless closet space—she was sure she could figure something out.
If need be, she would take up sewing, knitting—whatever was necessary. With al the sheep everywhere, she was sure there had to be a local farmer who sold some kind of clothing. It wouldn’t be 21st century fashion, but then again, that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to blend in, to become a part of this time, this place, these people. More than anything, she just wanted to live here, to make this her home. Whatever they wore, she would be happy to wear, too.
Caitlin opened the huge double glass doors, and stepped out onto the patio. The sun-baked stone felt nice on her feet, and she lifted her chin and felt herself being warmed by the sun. The nun had given her fresh skin wraps, and fresh drops for her eyes, and the sun didn’t bother her at al .
On the contrary, it felt good.
She walked to the edge of the banister, placed her hands on it, and gazed out at the horizon. She was caressed by the ocean breezes as she looked out at the endless blue sky, past the rol ing hil s, and saw the waves crashing in the distance. The beach was completely empty. This seemed to be such a remote place, she wondered if anyone ever came to the beach.
“There you are,” came the voice.
Caitlin turned, and was delighted to see Caleb up, already dressed, heading towards her.
He walked right up to her, a huge smile on his face, and she broke into a smile, too. She took two steps towards him, and they met in a long kiss, fol owed by a hug.
It felt so good to be in his arms, especial y first thing in the morning.
Slowly, they pul ed back and looked into each other’s eyes.
“I dreamt of you,” he said.
“Good dreams, I hope.”
He smiled wider. “Of course.”
She was curious what he’d dreamt, but he didn’t offer any more, and she didn’t want to pry.
That was the thing about Caleb: he could sometimes mysteriously fal into silence, and it was sometimes hard to read his thoughts. Of course, they both had the power to read each other’s thoughts, but she also noticed that, paradoxical y, when they were at their closest, it became harder to hear what each other was thinking. It was almost as if the more in love they were, the more that their power was obscured the power. As if certain things were meant to be kept hidden.
She desperately wanted to know everything he was thinking now, but again, she found his thoughts obscured.
She took his hand, and they walked together to the balcony, looking out.
“I love it here,” she said. “I’m already thinking of al the ways we can fix it up.”
As she spoke the words, she noticed the smile on his face drop, ever so slightly. It was a subtle change of expression, but she was close to enough to him now that she could see it. She also felt the grip of his hand loosen, just the slightest bit. She couldn’t read his mind, but as a woman, she could sense the slightest pul ing away.
Why? she wondered.
“That would be great,” he said.
But there was something in the tone of his voice, some subtle thing she detected, that told her that something was bothering him. That he was troubled by something.
Was she imagining it?
What had gone wrong? she wondered. Is he changing his mind about us?
She stared at him, looking into his eyes, which looked off at the horizon, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
“Are you happy to be back here?”
Caitlin slowly got dressed, putting on the new clothes that the nun had given her. She had washed them the night before in the stream, and had hung them out to dry on the edge of a gargoyle outside her window. She was surprised by how fast they had dried, how fresh they had become, as she put them back on. She felt ready to face the day.
Caitlin had to figure out what to do to replace her wardrobe.
Now that she was final y settled—
and in an enormous castle with endless closet space—she was sure she could figure something out.
If need be, she would take up sewing, knitting—whatever was necessary. With al the sheep everywhere, she was sure there had to be a local farmer who sold some kind of clothing. It wouldn’t be 21st century fashion, but then again, that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to blend in, to become a part of this time, this place, these people. More than anything, she just wanted to live here, to make this her home. Whatever they wore, she would be happy to wear, too.
Caitlin opened the huge double glass doors, and stepped out onto the patio. The sun-baked stone felt nice on her feet, and she lifted her chin and felt herself being warmed by the sun. The nun had given her fresh skin wraps, and fresh drops for her eyes, and the sun didn’t bother her at al .
On the contrary, it felt good.
She walked to the edge of the banister, placed her hands on it, and gazed out at the horizon. She was caressed by the ocean breezes as she looked out at the endless blue sky, past the rol ing hil s, and saw the waves crashing in the distance. The beach was completely empty. This seemed to be such a remote place, she wondered if anyone ever came to the beach.
“There you are,” came the voice.
Caitlin turned, and was delighted to see Caleb up, already dressed, heading towards her.
He walked right up to her, a huge smile on his face, and she broke into a smile, too. She took two steps towards him, and they met in a long kiss, fol owed by a hug.
It felt so good to be in his arms, especial y first thing in the morning.
Slowly, they pul ed back and looked into each other’s eyes.
“I dreamt of you,” he said.
“Good dreams, I hope.”
He smiled wider. “Of course.”
She was curious what he’d dreamt, but he didn’t offer any more, and she didn’t want to pry.
That was the thing about Caleb: he could sometimes mysteriously fal into silence, and it was sometimes hard to read his thoughts. Of course, they both had the power to read each other’s thoughts, but she also noticed that, paradoxical y, when they were at their closest, it became harder to hear what each other was thinking. It was almost as if the more in love they were, the more that their power was obscured the power. As if certain things were meant to be kept hidden.
She desperately wanted to know everything he was thinking now, but again, she found his thoughts obscured.
She took his hand, and they walked together to the balcony, looking out.
“I love it here,” she said. “I’m already thinking of al the ways we can fix it up.”
As she spoke the words, she noticed the smile on his face drop, ever so slightly. It was a subtle change of expression, but she was close to enough to him now that she could see it. She also felt the grip of his hand loosen, just the slightest bit. She couldn’t read his mind, but as a woman, she could sense the slightest pul ing away.
Why? she wondered.
“That would be great,” he said.
But there was something in the tone of his voice, some subtle thing she detected, that told her that something was bothering him. That he was troubled by something.
Was she imagining it?
What had gone wrong? she wondered. Is he changing his mind about us?
She stared at him, looking into his eyes, which looked off at the horizon, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
“Are you happy to be back here?”
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