The Best of Enchanted Conversation THE FAE WIFE

by Lauren e. reynolds

Where have you been my dear? Hehunghiscoatbythefire. I came in and could not find you here?

Shesmiled,heldupabasketofgreensandsaid 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.

Shehunguphercloak andbeneath,sawherdressembroideredinwildbaroque ofleavesandbeasts andshakingraindropsfromherhair, setthetableforafeast.

Why is there mud on your hems, my dear? And your fingers green as stems?

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.

Hewatchedherstokethefire andcouldonlyadmire thewaysheskippedandturned, whilewonderingatthevigor inwhichshestirredandstirred.

Then why is your smile so wide? Heasked,notingthewildnessinhereye. Why are your eyes so bright?

Shesmiled. 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.

Hesmiledathisstrangelittlewife withhermagicalzestforlife, setdownhishunter'spack, pulledouthisfiddleandplayedthestrings, watchedherdipandtwistandtwirlasfromherback sproutedwings.