Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #16 July 2015 | Page 65

Angwenth rolled her eyes and glanced up at
him. “I will hit you.” She smiled though.
“We’re together now, you can’t hit me.” Grey
noted cheerfully.
“Watch me.” Angwenth smirked.
Frowning he looked back at the door as Mrs.

Grey, who laughed at something Angwenth’s father
said. Angwenth’s father sat on another chair, facing the
fire.
Walking in she sat down on the opposite side of
the couch from Grey. “How long was I out?”
“A few hours. The sun is setting soon.” Mrs.
Longbrair noted.

Angwenth wasn’t sure how she looked away
Longbrair came into the room. She began cleaning up
any wounds and scrapes that Grey had, talking about from the yarn and kept her count. The pieces always
random gossip around town as she did. Angwenth rest- came out flawless, despite her mother’s lack of attened her head against the table as they spoke, hearing tion.
Grey barely muttering a response to her mother.
“Shadow?” She asked sleepily, glancing around.
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“Eating. He’s in the other room with some food.”
She woke up, alone in the kitchen. Startled Her mother said with a smile. “Such a cute thing.”
she jumped up, realizing she felt constricted. Looking
Her father chimed in. “Yeah cute. Eating my
down she noticed that her ribs were wrapped up, and
steak.”
she had a clean shirt on. There was talking from the
living room. Angwenth got up to walk towards it. In a
With a smile Angwenth leaned back into the
rocking chair sat her mother, knitting with some wool couch. “Thank you.”
yarn. On the couch, with his feet curled under him sat

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