Cathrine Weatherbane Chapter 5!

Chapter 5
Horses and Sleep
 

I smiled brilliantly at my gorgeous white  horse dappled with black she turned her lovely back eyes to me and whinnied out to me I walked up slowly to her and held out my hand she bent down her beautiful neck and sniffed it patiently. 

"Her name is Newinta." I turned round and glanced at my aunt.

"It's a lovely name."

"Yes I thought so. She's the filly of Farsiege who was a great war horse and her mother was a gentle mare named Flora who had another filly a short time later we named Sweets because she was just a gentle and sweet as her mum." Prune nodded towards the brown mare that Lissie was eying nervously. 

"Sh-she won't kick me will she?" Lissie stammered backing away slowly.

"No, no she's a good un' we call her Sweets because of her gentle behavior." 

"Are...are you sure it's not because she sometimes goes sour." 

"No miss Lissie that'd be Dorabelle and we keep her locked in the stables."

"Miss. Prune why have you suddenly begun speaking so poorly?"

"Suddenly? Dear I'm not sure what you mean?"

"Forget it nevermind."

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I turned round and gasped for there stood Ariella and a very tall very majestic White Arabian "I'd like you to meet my faithful companion Jotsies he's an excellent horse even for his size." 

"He's....well he's stunning! Ariella how did you come by him." 

She shrugged. "Even a farm girl has connections."

I didn't exactly believe her at this and I don't know maybe something in my face alerted her of this and she hastily made of something...at least I think she made it up she might not have.

"I was given him from...a wealthy friend  whom my father was good friends with."

I shrugged and turned round towards my aunt again."I thank you for everything but we shouls probably be off."

"No, no dear I can't allow you to leave quite yet get some rest and you can be off in the morn."

I sighed. "Okay."

Did You Think I Was Done With These?

Chapter 4

Riddles Answer, Final Explanations, and Parting Gifts

“Got what?” asked my aunt.

“I figured it out! When she said “my darling dear” she didn’t mean me she meant deer as in the animal and also she did leave a clue when she said “Another clue shall help you now though I must admit it is cold.” She meant like winter! Lissie  is there any forest called Winter, and is there a place that the deer particularly like to flock”

“Well there’s Winter forest but no one calls it that anymore because it no longer snows much we call it Misty Glade now. And the deer are everywhere but I have heard tell that there’s one tree in the direct middle with a deer carved into the bark”

 “then that’s it! Come on there’s not a moment to spare!”  “Um… sorry I mean I must be off at once”

“No you’re staying I’ve more to tell you and you’ve much to tell me and it shall be dark soon no you can’t leave yet”

“You mentioned a proposition earlier. What did you mean?”

“I would like you to escort Lissie here, along with Ariella who has already agreed; back to her palace in Perlusha. It would be a good opportunity for you to research your past. What do you say?”

I grinned brightly and shrugged my shoulders “Why not I’ll be heading that way anyways, and as long as she’s okay with stopping at the Misty Glade on way then of course I help escort her.”

Lissie nodded “very well.” She looked at my aunt.

“You may go.”

Lissie looked annoyed “It wasn’t that!” and trudged away shaking her head, and I pitied her she probably couldn’t help being rude.

After explaining the long tale of the events that had happened I beseeched my aunt to tell my Amelia what had happened and where I had gone, and she agreed but did show some displeasure at my deceitfulness to the poor girl.

“Before you go you must accept the few gifts I may give so that your journey might be made easier.”

I hesitated before nodding; what could she possibly give me?

She disappeared into a room for a few moments and then quickly came back into the room with… a potato sack? From it she pulled a slim well carves and polished bow “From my younger years” she said as she handed it to me along with a quiver brimming with arrows, then she placed an elegant looking short sword in Ariella’s tan hands.

“I understand you are rather good with these?”

“Daggers actually” was her short replied accepting the blade. You could see she much preferred it.

“Don’t unsheathe it unless necessary.”

Lastly she gave us a small sack of food and a few copper coins.

“Use them wisely for I cannot give a farthing more”

I took them gratefully murmuring thanks.

“The horses are in the stables Ariella will take your there.” she looked to see if Lissie was watching then carefully bent over to my ear and whispered “Save the brown mare for Lissie. She’s the only horse that wouldn’t spook that girl.” I grinned and nodded following Ariella out the big oak door”

Another Night Poem

Beautiful lovely moon lit night

shining in luminescent light 

Sweet songs play in my head

As I curl up in my bed

I lay down and thank God for it all

 Serene stars, blue fire moon

And the lovely night air I pleasantly recall

As I sit in my room

So I lay down to sleep

 Dreaming for a time

Of the many things I'll seek

When morning brings the shine

~Poem Girl

In Which I Get to Learn About Marisiella [Part 1]

To: The Readers

From: Ariella Corden 

Time was steadily crawling backwards, I stared through the bluish liquid clocks that materialized from  everywhere "This is weird," I thought, "and it's never been like this before?" The clocks ticked loudly in my ears and it was giving me a headache. "Oh please," I begged, "please just go away I'm so tired." Nevertheless the clocks continued to go on...and on and on the longest this part of my time travel had ever lasted. "Goodness how far back am I going!" I exclaimed angrily to myself I turned to the biggest clock that was approaching me and punched it, it shattered like glass flying everywhere I closed my eyes to protect them from the shards and all at once it was over. "Thank you God." I whispered looking heavenward. I looked all around me. Little children in shabby clothing were running in the streets adults were discussing politics on there porches and the atmosphere reminded me of an old western, come to think of it my dress made me think of that too.

This most resembles the dress I wore.

The place very much reminded me of my first time travel trip and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the same place. I couldn't believe it but that fact made me feel a little more at home than all the other times I'd been to and I was even excited at just the thought of exploring every nook and cranny of this cute little western town.

And then...

Until Next Time

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Until Next Time

Questions

Everything was colder today and I kept wondering who would come to the forest now that it was open again. Would anyone come at all? Or would nobody come and I'd have to come to them, but this was silly because I'd never left the forest and never would because I was somehow attached to it my wanderings were centered around it, but wasn't I the reason that the forest was locked in the first place so it being opened again did that mean I was supposed to leave? Many questions stirred in my head and I decided to see Aggy she might know about this she'd been here when the forest was first closed so maybe she'd know why it was open now.

Sunsets

The Sunset World

All was quiet as the sun went down

And shadows began to crawl

My eyes went wide at the rugged town

Sunsets light cast upon the wall

All the world was orange and yellow

But mine was a wonder

Spilling out like a chatty fellow

Before it went asunder

 

The ocean beyond looked like a puddle of light

The sun dipping into it

I beheld this beautiful sight

Sighing almost to a fit

The sun now gone I went back home

To rest my weary eyes

They'd seen a lot likely this roam

To make easy goodbyes

~Poem Girl