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revealed to him soon enough.
Trent lowered his hands, nervous as he could tell
that someone else was definitely there but for the moment both were completely
oblivious and invisible to each other, but as he lowered his hands down, he
closed his eyes and once again felt the power surge through him. When he opened
his eyes he found he was once again immersed in colour - the green of the grass
and the trees, and the orangey terracotta colour of some of the buildings
around them.
But of greater note was that he could see the
person - a man - sitting next to her.
And he was looking right back at him.
~~~~~
Adrian jumped up in shock.
"What is this magic, Isabella?" he asked
with the sound of fear rich in his voice.
"Adrian, please sit down," she said
quietly, trying to indicate him to keep calm and not draw attention to them.
"Well I guess that answers my curiosity about
whether other people would be able to see me when I did this," Trent said,
smiling as if he had told a great joke. But no-one was laughing.
Isabella pulled the bread out and started to rip
off a smaller piece.
Adrian sat down and watched her, not knowing what
to say.
"Adrian, this is Trent. He is not … of our
time. You were curious the other day about the warmth coming from the
ground…" she started to say and saw him nod in recognition of her words.
"Well this seems to be another … gift … of it. When Trent touches it like
this with two hands, he is here, with us. But when he does not touch it with
his two hands, he is not in our time at all. He is in … our future."
"Isabella, I believe you must be jesting me.
You know that is not possible."
She nodded and looked into his eyes, and Trent
could see how close they were. As friends? As lovers? While pondering that
question he felt a strong unease at the possibility of the latter.
Trent saw Isabella nod at him.
"Show him," she said with a fair degree
of force, and he immediately followed her instruction and raised his hand, the
next moment being completely alone with her.
With a nod of her head, she guided him to put his
hands down once more, resulting in him and Adrian once again being able to see
one another.
"I cannot watch any more of this … madness .
Isabella, come with me and I will walk you home. This is some kind of … trick.
Please come with me," he said to her, standing up and then pleading in his
voice, but she only shook her head at him.
"No, Adrian, I shall stay here. Trent needs
sustenance and I brought this bread for him. Do not worry for me. I shall see
you at breakfast."
Adrian looked at her, scared for her, but knew how
strong willed she could be. He turned and walked away without looking back.
Trent looked at her and saw a trace of distress on
her face.
"You care about each other," he said
simply and she nodded at him.
"Yes, very much."
"But you let me kiss you."
Isabella blushed at the thought.
"He and I are friends … good friends.
We are nothing more," she said as she started to break off a small piece
of the bread that she held in her hands.
"But one of you wishes it were
something more."
Trent saw her nod again, softly and with a look of
affection mixed in with dismay at the observation.
"The other night he asked me about
pairing…"
"Pairing?"
Now Isabella blushed profusely, making Trent
consider what it could mean, and suspected he understood.
"In our village a man and a woman pair … and
then produce offspring so that the village can maintain population."
Trent nodded at her, not wanting to make her any
more uncomfortable. But he was surprised when she continued to speak.
"He asked me but I did not feel I was ready
so I … I told him I was not ready and he accepted that," she continued and
then paused, looking him directly in the eye while she raised one piece of
bread and eased it toward his mouth, allowing him to take it in and start
chewing the first taste of something so filling in a long while. "I did
think then that I was not ready but …
Trent lowered his hands, nervous as he could tell
that someone else was definitely there but for the moment both were completely
oblivious and invisible to each other, but as he lowered his hands down, he
closed his eyes and once again felt the power surge through him. When he opened
his eyes he found he was once again immersed in colour - the green of the grass
and the trees, and the orangey terracotta colour of some of the buildings
around them.
But of greater note was that he could see the
person - a man - sitting next to her.
And he was looking right back at him.
~~~~~
Adrian jumped up in shock.
"What is this magic, Isabella?" he asked
with the sound of fear rich in his voice.
"Adrian, please sit down," she said
quietly, trying to indicate him to keep calm and not draw attention to them.
"Well I guess that answers my curiosity about
whether other people would be able to see me when I did this," Trent said,
smiling as if he had told a great joke. But no-one was laughing.
Isabella pulled the bread out and started to rip
off a smaller piece.
Adrian sat down and watched her, not knowing what
to say.
"Adrian, this is Trent. He is not … of our
time. You were curious the other day about the warmth coming from the
ground…" she started to say and saw him nod in recognition of her words.
"Well this seems to be another … gift … of it. When Trent touches it like
this with two hands, he is here, with us. But when he does not touch it with
his two hands, he is not in our time at all. He is in … our future."
"Isabella, I believe you must be jesting me.
You know that is not possible."
She nodded and looked into his eyes, and Trent
could see how close they were. As friends? As lovers? While pondering that
question he felt a strong unease at the possibility of the latter.
Trent saw Isabella nod at him.
"Show him," she said with a fair degree
of force, and he immediately followed her instruction and raised his hand, the
next moment being completely alone with her.
With a nod of her head, she guided him to put his
hands down once more, resulting in him and Adrian once again being able to see
one another.
"I cannot watch any more of this … madness .
Isabella, come with me and I will walk you home. This is some kind of … trick.
Please come with me," he said to her, standing up and then pleading in his
voice, but she only shook her head at him.
"No, Adrian, I shall stay here. Trent needs
sustenance and I brought this bread for him. Do not worry for me. I shall see
you at breakfast."
Adrian looked at her, scared for her, but knew how
strong willed she could be. He turned and walked away without looking back.
Trent looked at her and saw a trace of distress on
her face.
"You care about each other," he said
simply and she nodded at him.
"Yes, very much."
"But you let me kiss you."
Isabella blushed at the thought.
"He and I are friends … good friends.
We are nothing more," she said as she started to break off a small piece
of the bread that she held in her hands.
"But one of you wishes it were
something more."
Trent saw her nod again, softly and with a look of
affection mixed in with dismay at the observation.
"The other night he asked me about
pairing…"
"Pairing?"
Now Isabella blushed profusely, making Trent
consider what it could mean, and suspected he understood.
"In our village a man and a woman pair … and
then produce offspring so that the village can maintain population."
Trent nodded at her, not wanting to make her any
more uncomfortable. But he was surprised when she continued to speak.
"He asked me but I did not feel I was ready
so I … I told him I was not ready and he accepted that," she continued and
then paused, looking him directly in the eye while she raised one piece of
bread and eased it toward his mouth, allowing him to take it in and start
chewing the first taste of something so filling in a long while. "I did
think then that I was not ready but …
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