Enyo Burnside
After getting ready we walk to the back of the pack towards the little cabin, spotting both sisters sitting on the porch. Ivy starts to wave first, I can’t help the giggle that comes from me at the way Peony rolls her eyes at her sister.
There is something calming about this little cabin and these sisters. I can’t quite put my fingers on what it is but it’s nice. They usher us in all smiles, leading the way to the lounge and the sofa I had sat on the last time. Clay’s hand never leaves me, whether it’s holding my hand or the small of my back he maintains contact and I am grateful.
I notice the book is still sitting on the table, the energy from it still reaches out to me but I try to push it aside. Peony comes it with a pot of tea and what looks like some homemade cookies
