When life gives you melons, you might be dyslexic.

She was out of her depth when it came to the inner workings of their relationship, but Aoife would offer what advice she could on what she understood. Everyone walking the path with magic had a different map, their journeys were not the same, similar yes, but each had to come to terms with their respective lots. Did they get busy settling, or did they make something of it, only they could really know or make the choice.

She gave out a small cackle of a giggle.[color=#0074d9] “Indeed it has. Too quickly for some, too slowly for others. It’s always been the way of things.”[/color] Nodding along with his musings her lips pursed in thought. [color=#0074d9]“Not sure if things would be worse, or better, if we hadn’t found that idol. If Dad had been honest about his time with the Wardens… could’ve saved us all a lot of trouble.” [/color]It was pointless thinking about the what if’s of a web of events long past.

[color=#0074d9]“The present, though difficult, is always better than the alternative of no present or lack of a prospective future…. You have me sounding like Seb. I don’t know if I like it or not.” [/color]