mythopoeics

[There was a quiet unease settling over her, something telling her that something was missing, but she couldn't have said what it was. Nothing seemed amiss. Her boys were there. Perhaps it was just that she was more aware of Hebe being gone. Yes, maybe that was it, but she couldn't have said for sure. Maybe it was the loss of two people she'd treated like her own children even if they weren't. She was too young to really be their mother. Frowning, she'd dressed the boys and taken them for a walk in the fields, avoiding anywhere where frogs could be lurking. She wasn't going to have any frogs in the house again.

She smiled as they ran off around the yard in front of her, but there was still something not quite right and she didn't like that she was nearly forcing her smiles. All the same, the boys seemed none the wiser. That would have to be enough.]

Thank heavens for easily amused children. Oh, dear. They've gotten the sticks again Until they start trying to sword fight each other. Which only turns into beating the ground with sticks in the end. At least I don't think I'll end up with frogs in the house again.

I'm thankful, that even though this is all crazy and strange, I found myself surrounded by friends and good people.