04-22-2009, 08:36 AM
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Deuce touched the bandanna at her neck lightly. It had been Willow's blanket, but she'd left it for her other when she'd left. To keep her warm, she'd told her, bringing another fresh spate of tears to the woman's eyes. Today, however, her eyes were dry. Her hands held a copy of the book that had inspired her to leave Phoenix valley. It had seemed best at the time. And perhaps it was. But she couldn't help but to wonder...if she hadn't left, would Willow still be at her side? Was it her own fault that she'd needed to send the girl away, for her safety? the pale woman figured it was, actually. And it was more than Haku's anger at her that let her know that.
Deuce ran her hands over the cover again. Le Morte d'Arthur. The book that had inspired in her a dream of a new pack. A dream that had failed her as her loved ones slowly deserted her. Of the ones who had agreed to come to the new land she'd wanted to form, she was the only one left holding the torch. Camelot Cove had died before it could draw breath. And she supposed it was for the best. She set aside the book, moving slowly to the kitchen area of the small cabin. She absently opened the cupboard she'd put all her herbs in, taking a mental inventory of her stock. Once it got warmer, she would go ahead and start a small garden outside.
She sighed softly, reaching in and pulling out some valerian, chamomile, lemon balm, and sage. She'd make a tea with it to relax her. She put a kettle to boil on the fireplace. She'd chosen the perfect house, as this one had a nice fireplace in the kitchen. Maybe Coli would like to talk. Deuce had things she'd like to discuss with the girl.
