Post by Rowena Jones on Aug 1, 2018 20:31:59 GMT -5
The house was quiet. It always was. The isolation had been the main draw for Rowena. Miles away from any civilization, with only the constant babbling of the nearby brook to keep her company. Well that and the familiar raspy meow of the large ginger Maine Coon as she gazed mournfully at the pair approaching the faded green door of the cottage.
Blasket Island had been exactly what Rowena had needed after the fallout of the events all those months ago. Far away from anything she’d known before, a fresh start so that she could focus away from all the noise of her past. And far away enough from Max that she could try to mend her shattered heart.
And yet, here she was, said wizard in tow. It was as if they were tied together in all this madness. It didn’t matter how hard she tried to distance herself from him, they always came together in an explosion of insanity and left broken and bruised from the ordeal.
That being said, Max looked far worse for wear than she did. The only experience she’d had with him being this way was when he’d almost collapsed from over exposure back in Mungos during that stupid annual event. Merlin, that felt like a life time ago. Had it really only been less than a year?
She hadn’t really known what to do then and had relied on Albert and Milton to guide her through the attack. But this was different, his power had shifted from those innocent naïve days when all they’d thought about was who could best the other. What did she do now? She was exhausted too, her mind frayed but she quickly guided him to the worn sofa and cast a critical eye over him.