My Place chapter 8

I was surprised to find us in the clearing. Jestor had something in mind. Knowing her it wasn’t something pretty. Oh well, I was going to do something for Catherine and that is that. I walked over to where Catherine was on Tin Soldier. I was helping her down when Jestor turned and walked away.

“Where is she going?”

“I do not know she is your horse.”

“My mother can do anything unpredictable.”

Everyone shook their head in agreement. Just than Jestor walked back into the clearing carrying a basket.

“What is in the basket, Jestor?”

“Your lunch the fairies packed.”

“Oh we are going to have a picnic. That sounds exciting. Don’t you think Tyler?”

“Yes it does sound good.”

Jeez! She sounded a little too excited. She needs to do more things. That is the only thought I could think. So Catherine and I put the blanket on the ground and had lunch. There were meat sandwiches, little cakes, salads, and fruit. I found two cups but nothing to drink. So I got up and filled the cups from the streams. We chit chatted for a while and than we packed the leftovers and blanket into the basket. I had to relieve myself so I excused myself and left. When I came back I found her sleeping. She was so delicate. She looked so peaceful laying there sleeping.

I couldn’t wake her up so I found a wide stick and sat down. I pulled out my pocket knife and started to carve. I wasn’t paying attention just listening to her soft, steady voice. She moved once and a while. Then finally she woke up.

“Did I fall asleep?”

“Yes you did.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I did not think it was right to wake you up.”

She stood up and stretched. She looked around and walked over and sat down by me. I could smell the soap I gave her. It was the smell I would recognize her as.

“What are you making?”

“I don’t know I just started to carve with out thinking.”

I look down and there in my hand was a Linodinorset. It was the native instrument. It was held side ways to the mouth and curved around to the front. There were holes all along it to let air pass through. It was simple but beautiful for I carved delicate designs resembling flowers into it.

“Would you like me to play it?”

“Oh, yes that would be wonderful.”

So I put it up to my lips. I blew softly and soft music drifted out. Then a song pooped in my head and I started to play it. It was a song my mom use to sing to me. I played the course than the verse. When I came to the verse Catherine sang the words. I played the whole song and she sang it. Over my instrument I could hear her voice. It was clear but soft. It made my heart melt at how beautiful it was.

“Where did you learn that song?”

“My mom taught it to me when I was a little boy. Where did you learn it from?”

“My mom taught it to me to.”

“It is getting dark lets go.”

I whistle for Jestor and Tin Soldier. They came trotting through the woods. I helped Catherine on like usually and hopped on Jestor. Then we set off into the woods. I looked back at Catherine and she looked way to content. I kicked Jestor into a canter. Then we were off cantering down the trail. I loved the feeling of the wind blowing past me and through my hair. She gave out a yell of excitement and started to giggle.