Nerys: A Fictional Narrative
A few more silent moments passed and her hesitation increased. If it had been an easy decision, they should've been back by now. Even Nerys knew it.
"Seems the decision isn't as easily come by as you all think," Nerys said. "Perhaps they're seeing reason and sense."
No one gave her the pleasure of a retort though Merlin's hand tightened on hers.
Finally, the door opened and the sound of the creaking hinges in the otherwise silent cottage made Della jolt in her seat. Elgan and John stood at the front of the room and Elgan started.
"Young Owen's recovery is mysterious. However, since no spells or enchantments were heard or seen by anyone in the cottage at the time, Della cannot be condemned as a sorceress."
Della let out a breath of relief …show more content…
Take it easy. They hadn't even kissed once yet, though he hoped that was coming soon.
His mind still focused on her, he drew his hand over his face, suddenly remembering the noise that woke him. He looked around the thin fabric that served as a partition between his sleeping area and Della's and saw her cot empty.
Curiosity laced with concern came over him as he pulled off his nightshirt and put on his blue linen one. He walked to the door and placed his hand on the handle and suddenly hesitated. Perhaps he was acting too quickly. She could've just been out due to nature's call—that would be beyond mortifying for both of them if he came upon her then.
He glanced over at her cot, though—it was already made, her linen nightgown folded neatly on the end. She obviously was up for the day already. It was past the darkest part of night, but before the pre-dawn crow of the roosters. It would still be too dark to see very far ahead along the street. He reached for the candle holder set on the small window ledge for late night calls of nature, but it was already gone. There was another one somewhere in the cottage, but he didn't want to go making noise enough to wake up Mother, who was still sleeping soundly on her bed in the far …show more content…
It didn't take long to find Della; she hadn't gone far. He saw the faint glow of her candle when he turned the corner and found her sitting on the stone bench at the edge of their small vegetable garden. She had her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders, her tell-tale braid brought over her shoulder. She was gazing up at the sky, lost in thought it appeared.
He approached slowly and her gaze turned towards him as he walked closer, his small flame floating just above his palm.
"I woke you, didn't I?" she said quietly and he watched her quickly wipe her face. Now that he was closer, he saw she'd been crying. "I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep."
Concern rippled through him. He closed his palm, extinguishing his flame. "What's wrong?" he asked as he sat next to her. Perhaps the loss of Ealhwyn and what happened in Havenswood was catching up with her. He rarely saw her cry or even mention it, despite it being so recent.
"I've a lot on my mind," she said.
"Anything you want to talk about?" he
"Seems the decision isn't as easily come by as you all think," Nerys said. "Perhaps they're seeing reason and sense."
No one gave her the pleasure of a retort though Merlin's hand tightened on hers.
Finally, the door opened and the sound of the creaking hinges in the otherwise silent cottage made Della jolt in her seat. Elgan and John stood at the front of the room and Elgan started.
"Young Owen's recovery is mysterious. However, since no spells or enchantments were heard or seen by anyone in the cottage at the time, Della cannot be condemned as a sorceress."
Della let out a breath of relief …show more content…
Take it easy. They hadn't even kissed once yet, though he hoped that was coming soon.
His mind still focused on her, he drew his hand over his face, suddenly remembering the noise that woke him. He looked around the thin fabric that served as a partition between his sleeping area and Della's and saw her cot empty.
Curiosity laced with concern came over him as he pulled off his nightshirt and put on his blue linen one. He walked to the door and placed his hand on the handle and suddenly hesitated. Perhaps he was acting too quickly. She could've just been out due to nature's call—that would be beyond mortifying for both of them if he came upon her then.
He glanced over at her cot, though—it was already made, her linen nightgown folded neatly on the end. She obviously was up for the day already. It was past the darkest part of night, but before the pre-dawn crow of the roosters. It would still be too dark to see very far ahead along the street. He reached for the candle holder set on the small window ledge for late night calls of nature, but it was already gone. There was another one somewhere in the cottage, but he didn't want to go making noise enough to wake up Mother, who was still sleeping soundly on her bed in the far …show more content…
It didn't take long to find Della; she hadn't gone far. He saw the faint glow of her candle when he turned the corner and found her sitting on the stone bench at the edge of their small vegetable garden. She had her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders, her tell-tale braid brought over her shoulder. She was gazing up at the sky, lost in thought it appeared.
He approached slowly and her gaze turned towards him as he walked closer, his small flame floating just above his palm.
"I woke you, didn't I?" she said quietly and he watched her quickly wipe her face. Now that he was closer, he saw she'd been crying. "I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep."
Concern rippled through him. He closed his palm, extinguishing his flame. "What's wrong?" he asked as he sat next to her. Perhaps the loss of Ealhwyn and what happened in Havenswood was catching up with her. He rarely saw her cry or even mention it, despite it being so recent.
"I've a lot on my mind," she said.
"Anything you want to talk about?" he