He didn’t know what led him to do it, what made him sit on the boulder, with his eyes closed and think of her, hoping it would make her come to him. It was a long shot, but he was going to take it, nonetheless. it made no sense to him, but he would do it, he felt he needed to talk to someone, talk to her.
So he sat on the boulder, and thought of her, thought of all that happened since the very beginning, and hoped. And when he fell into a trance, he came.
“ Jasper of moline.” she said, standing in front of him, the sun behind her. long mane of hair flying with the wind. A white flowing dress clinging softly to her bodice. He did nothing to hide his Joy. She looked like some kind of goddess.
He couldn’t help his fanciful thoughts, they came unbidden, but he did nothing to stop them.
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