{"id":4699,"date":"2021-09-15T17:57:24","date_gmt":"2021-09-15T21:57:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=4699"},"modified":"2021-09-15T17:57:57","modified_gmt":"2021-09-15T21:57:57","slug":"twenty-four-07-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=4699","title":{"rendered":"Twenty-four – 07"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Matt Astoris’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

The grumble of thunder had grown closer by the time he thrust the metal back into the forge to heat.\u00a0 He wasn\u2019t sure if it was the product of the time he\u2019d spent on the piece or the speed of the approaching storm.\u00a0 Time seemed to flow differently when he was distracted\u2014or focused\u2014and today, he was oddly both.<\/p>\n

Should take a look at the sky, see what\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYou probably shouldn\u2019t stay up here much longer unless you\u2019re planning on staying up here until the storm\u2019s passed.\u201d\u00a0 Hecate stood in the doorway, studying him with a wry smile, backlit by the fading light of the sun as it was eclipsed by darkening clouds.\u00a0 Matt took a deep breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t realize it was so close.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI imagined,\u201d she admitted, slipping inside.\u00a0 She glanced at the forge, then back at him.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re not planning on staying up here until the storm\u2019s passed, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does Thordin think?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbout the storm?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded, glancing at the metal in the coals again.\u00a0 Hecate sighed softly and shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should come back, mo chro\u00ed<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat bad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cVery large<\/em>,\u201d she corrected, then smiled slightly.\u00a0 \u201cHe didn\u2019t say anything about the intensity.\u00a0 I\u2019m not sure he could tell without reaching higher and deeper and all of us know he tries not to do that if he doesn\u2019t have to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMm.\u201d\u00a0 Matt closed his eyes for a few seconds.\u00a0 Hecate eased closer and wrapped her arms around his waist.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever\u2019s tormenting you, stop letting it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He snorted softly.\u00a0 \u201cWhat makes you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I know you,\u201d she said with a crooked smile, looking up at him.\u00a0 \u201cI know you and you\u2019ve got that look.\u00a0 So just stop it.\u00a0 Close up and come down.\u00a0 Tala and I made bread.\u00a0 Come have some\u2014it should be ready by the time you make it down.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat makes you so sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

She smirked, squeezing him before she stepped back.\u00a0 \u201cBecause I know you,\u201d she said again, then headed for the door.\u00a0 He let her go, watching her as she slipped out into the gathering shadows of the day.<\/p>\n

Then he turned and started closing up the forge.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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