The Best of Enchanted Conversation
THE FAE WIFE by Lauren e. reynolds
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here have you been my dear? He hung his coat by the fire. I came in and could not find you here?
He watched her stoke the fire and could only admire the way she skipped and turned, while wondering at the vigor in which she stirred and stirred.
She smiled, held up a basket of greens and said I was gathering herbs, sweetheart so dinner may start, see! Potatoes and leeks, and water fresh from the creek, and acorns for cakes and bread.
Then why is your smile so wide? He asked, noting the wildness in her eye. Why are your eyes so bright?
She hung up her cloak and beneath, saw her dress embroidered in wild baroque of leaves and beasts and shaking raindrops from her hair, set the table for a feast.
She smiled. Well, I came upon the window there, and when I saw your face in the glass, I thought myself a lucky lass to have caught such a fellow.
Why is there mud on your hems, my dear? And your fingers green as stems?
He smiled at his strange little wife with her magical zest for life, set down his hunter's pack, pulled out his fiddle and played the strings, watched her dip and twist and twirl as from her back sprouted wings.
I was in the garden, darling. Talking to the flowers and lost track of the hours for it won't be long until they wilt and woe and the vegetables it will be time to sow and I disliked seeing them so saddened.
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