The remnants of the memory she’d siphoned from Jovan’s walking stick lingered on her skin. She’d given the cane to Jovan as a gift. The memory of that day and many others since had been ingrained in the wood and chiseled into the Druidian crystal on top. Earlier she’d fought the urge to replay those memories out, but now alone she indulged herself. She ran her fingertips over her face, touching her eyes, and let go… Jovan was there waiting for her in the gazebo as planned. She walked down the path to the pond, fidgeting with the gift she’d had made for him, nervous he wasn’t going to like it. It had been three months since she’d last seen him. During that time, she had to be content with his letters, and she had been, reading them twice, sometimes four or five times, absorbing every word, glorying in every compliment and term of endearment. But it was nothing compared to seeing his smile when he looked at her, his sly secret smile that made every bone and muscle in her body liquefy.
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