In a brief snatch of anxiety the woods of the Hode had evaded his finding. Jon panicked. His disappointments had been so many throughout his time he expected now only failure.
Oh for the cradle of Isabelle!
Yet Jon need not have worried, for the clearing that he had departed through a time before, became apparent once again; and the small whistle in his pocket had swiftly guided him well. Straining to see what he could not see, he finally found Isabelle waiting for him.
“We have always a need for a good black-smithy” she said warmly, taking his hands in hers. “You may reside here with me as long as you wish, my dear Jon of Robertus.”
“But I bring nothing to thee” he said downcast.
“Nay, you bring me all anyone can, and the happiness and relief of your company.”
She looked steadily at him and continued: “I caution thee however - never invite black moods or dark thoughts into these woods, for such mischievous sprites are hazardous to our home here particularly.”
“I still have so much to learn my dear lady.”
“And learn it you shall.”
No snow was falling in the this special place. The air was sweet and the smell of summer was all about.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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