Gwen and Josephine laying in a patch of grass. This isn’t from a particular scene in the book, I just loved the imagery of two sisters laughing together. This is how I imagine them spending time together when life is a little less exciting.
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Cael stood near the front door, his hat in his hands. Our farm hand, the one we’d taken on when we’d expanded into two new fields a few years before. He’d always been this distant, beautiful thing on the far side of the yard, a private daydream just for me. I used to watch him from this very window bundling up the flax to dry in tidy little towers, or standing and staring at the sunset.
“I am not alone,” I said without moving from my spot, and a conveniently timed gust of wind roared through the trees. Branches heaved their loads of foliage and hanging moss as if to shoo the trappers away.
“And you are my friend,” I pressed, squeezing his hand. “My first friend, I think, and the only one who was never afraid of me.”
“What’s there to be afraid of?”
I laughed once without humor. “Plenty, as you well know.”