Post by Nina Giles on May 29, 2012 23:48:24 GMT -5
Nina poured her third mug of coffee and took it and a muffin out onto her front porch. She had spent a few restless days, not to mention nights, processing the little bits of information that had been trickling slowly and steadily in. She had so many unanswered questions; questions that had been simmering for nearly a century with no answers. She sighed and kicked off her Crocflops and put her feet up on the bannister. "The question now, I suppose, is do I seek out the answers or just get the hell out of Dodge," she asked a little finch that had perched on the feeder in the nearest tree. It ignored her, intent on its own breakfast. "Well you're no damn help, are you?"
Studying the coffee in her mug, she supposed that she wasn't entirely certain she wanted answers. She had become accustomed to not having them, and she had in her own way moved on, although she never settled in one place for very long.
She was deep enough in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard the vehicle drive up or stop in her driveway, and she didn't register that she had a guest until she felt the light ripple in her perimeter shields. She looked up slowly and met his dark eyes.
"Hello, Elijah."
Studying the coffee in her mug, she supposed that she wasn't entirely certain she wanted answers. She had become accustomed to not having them, and she had in her own way moved on, although she never settled in one place for very long.
She was deep enough in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard the vehicle drive up or stop in her driveway, and she didn't register that she had a guest until she felt the light ripple in her perimeter shields. She looked up slowly and met his dark eyes.
"Hello, Elijah."
