“We’re going to try this one more time,” Mykal said, taking control of the situation. Blodwyn resigned to that fact. They were outside, on the porch. It was not a large porch so they all sat close together.
The morning was well underway. The sun up, waging a currently silent battle against dark clouds threatening to cover blue skies. The odor of manure filled the air. Mykal knew chores needed doing. The cows would be in pain, waiting for him to milk them. There were eggs to collect from the coop. All the animals would be hungry. And then there was the stretch of fence along the south that remained in dire need of repair. And yet, all of that would have to wait. Getting things done had been put on hold because sitting on the porch was a wizard, and some kind of magician who could see the f
