Horizon Ridge Black honey

deirdre let the other linger there for as long as she wished. when the other removed herself, she looked to her; she felt that staring would only serve to make the other uncomfortable, from her own personal experience on the matter of strangers. as the other explained, deirdre nodded in understanding. and at the next question, deirdre smiled.

i am deirdre mayfair. what is your name? she recalled aria, who she had not seen as of late, and felt a distinct pull in her heart as she realized she missed the white woman greatly while she was on her adventure. ah! aria would see that her magic had worked, and return soon, surely?! she thought for a moment, and then said, you know--any time that i have lost someone, they have returned to me. each time because of a spell i have cast. some took more time than others... but they found me. i could never find them when i looked for them, the epiphany was one that struck her in the heart. 'twas true--and her father had once said, sometimes lost things did not wish to be found. she did not think this true of larkspur's father; sometimes, lost things needed a guide. a wind that shifted at the right moment, or a familiar tree that suddenly was struck by the proper light that had been missed a thousand times over beforehand.

after a moment, deirdre looked to the girl. she wanted to be trusted, but equally, did not want to make the girl nervous by her admission. a great owl once told her that some feared magic and witches, and such a thing only occurred to her then. she was a powerful witch; she knew that if the other permitted it, she would cast her magic out to the man the other sought and he would, eventually, return. this she believed wholeheartedly. if she could make the earth return, surely she could bring the man of larkspur's heart back home.