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swiftly. “I will let you go, but not until I tell you what I came for. I overheard some people talking in the village. They appeared to be traveling gypsies for I had never seen them before. They were talking about a magic festival that is held every year in the forest near Herfordshire Castle.”
“And this interests me why?” She was still mad at his odious behavior and refused to let him know that indeed her curiosity was piqued.
He stepped closer. “Gwendolyn, do not be daft. It's a magical festival. Magic. All sorts of people come from all over the Kingdom, people with special gifts. Sorcerers, magicians, gifted folk. I thought that mayhap you'd like to go, that mayhap you might be able to find out what your gift is if you were surrounded by people who were in possession of so many different gifts themselves.” His face was eager, hopeful as he searched hers for any sort of positive reaction.
“When is it to be held?” she asked passively, still concealing her interest from him.
“In a month's time.”
Her mind raced with the possibilities. She knew she couldn't simply ask her mother permission to go, she'd never grant it. She crossed her arms as she began to shiver. “Thank you for the information. I will think on it. Good day.”
Turning from him, she began to jog towards the castle entrance, her wet skirts making it hard to go fast. She could feel Jarin's eyes on her as she left and it made her cringe. Though she was grateful that he took the time to come to her and tell her of the festival, her excitement couldn't completely dispel her annoyance at him for kissing her. She felt as if he had tainted something reverent that she had shared with Gavin.
She had to place her shaking hands on the heavy wooden door in front of her for support. Closing her eyes she exhaled deeply. It had only been a dream. Terric and Rosalind were not in danger. Gavin hadn't truly kissed her. But the magic festival was not a dream, and that's what she would choose to concentrate on.
Pulling her dripping wet hair over one shoulder, she pushed the door open and entered the Great Hall. Her mother looked up from the book she was reading. “Gwendolyn, whatever happened? Come sit by the fire and warm yourself before you catch a chill.”
Grumbling she said, “'Tis truly silly. I accidentally fell from the boat as I was trying to get onto shore.” She wouldn't tell her mother that Jarin had been there.
Millicent quickly rose and retrieved a thick woolen blanket from a trunk. She hurried over to where Gwendolyn was making a puddle on the floor and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders, directing her towards the heat of the fire.
“I think I will go upstairs and change. I will never get warm with these dreadfully wet clothes still on.”
“But of course. I will have the servants make you something hot to drink.”
Gwendolyn fled up the stairs to her chamber, wasting no time in stripping her wet clothing from her frame. She let them fall haphazardly to the floor in a soaking lump. She rummaged through her chest of drawers to find a clean chemise and a simple muslin gown died a bright yellow color. She deftly braided her hair then let it hang down the middle of her back as she anxiously returned to her mother and the fire that promised to warm her.
Curled up before the fire with a steaming cup of barely tea in her hands, Gwendolyn let her mind wander to the magic festival. She had never traveled into the forest's bordering Darth, but if anything could provoke her to do so, it was this. Her mind was filled with excitement at the thought of so many magical, gifted people in one location. Surely she could learn about gifts that she had never even heard existed. Mayhap if she truly did not possess a gift, there would be a magical skill that she could learn. The possibilities were endless. She simply had to find a way to go.
Taking a drink of her tea, she felt the warm liquid travel the entire way down her throat and into her
“And this interests me why?” She was still mad at his odious behavior and refused to let him know that indeed her curiosity was piqued.
He stepped closer. “Gwendolyn, do not be daft. It's a magical festival. Magic. All sorts of people come from all over the Kingdom, people with special gifts. Sorcerers, magicians, gifted folk. I thought that mayhap you'd like to go, that mayhap you might be able to find out what your gift is if you were surrounded by people who were in possession of so many different gifts themselves.” His face was eager, hopeful as he searched hers for any sort of positive reaction.
“When is it to be held?” she asked passively, still concealing her interest from him.
“In a month's time.”
Her mind raced with the possibilities. She knew she couldn't simply ask her mother permission to go, she'd never grant it. She crossed her arms as she began to shiver. “Thank you for the information. I will think on it. Good day.”
Turning from him, she began to jog towards the castle entrance, her wet skirts making it hard to go fast. She could feel Jarin's eyes on her as she left and it made her cringe. Though she was grateful that he took the time to come to her and tell her of the festival, her excitement couldn't completely dispel her annoyance at him for kissing her. She felt as if he had tainted something reverent that she had shared with Gavin.
She had to place her shaking hands on the heavy wooden door in front of her for support. Closing her eyes she exhaled deeply. It had only been a dream. Terric and Rosalind were not in danger. Gavin hadn't truly kissed her. But the magic festival was not a dream, and that's what she would choose to concentrate on.
Pulling her dripping wet hair over one shoulder, she pushed the door open and entered the Great Hall. Her mother looked up from the book she was reading. “Gwendolyn, whatever happened? Come sit by the fire and warm yourself before you catch a chill.”
Grumbling she said, “'Tis truly silly. I accidentally fell from the boat as I was trying to get onto shore.” She wouldn't tell her mother that Jarin had been there.
Millicent quickly rose and retrieved a thick woolen blanket from a trunk. She hurried over to where Gwendolyn was making a puddle on the floor and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders, directing her towards the heat of the fire.
“I think I will go upstairs and change. I will never get warm with these dreadfully wet clothes still on.”
“But of course. I will have the servants make you something hot to drink.”
Gwendolyn fled up the stairs to her chamber, wasting no time in stripping her wet clothing from her frame. She let them fall haphazardly to the floor in a soaking lump. She rummaged through her chest of drawers to find a clean chemise and a simple muslin gown died a bright yellow color. She deftly braided her hair then let it hang down the middle of her back as she anxiously returned to her mother and the fire that promised to warm her.
Curled up before the fire with a steaming cup of barely tea in her hands, Gwendolyn let her mind wander to the magic festival. She had never traveled into the forest's bordering Darth, but if anything could provoke her to do so, it was this. Her mind was filled with excitement at the thought of so many magical, gifted people in one location. Surely she could learn about gifts that she had never even heard existed. Mayhap if she truly did not possess a gift, there would be a magical skill that she could learn. The possibilities were endless. She simply had to find a way to go.
Taking a drink of her tea, she felt the warm liquid travel the entire way down her throat and into her
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