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My quest for an X-ray is successful! It only took an hour of running around this time as three people on the same computer tried to find my info. They finally realized the person who made the appointment put all the info on the last appointment, not today since they did nothing last time. Then 1 minute in the X-ray lab. Silly, but now I can go to my doctor, and get more meds and kick this crap.

This next bit is short, and a bit of a sequel to the earlier chapter.

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Winter had come, and Pomeline hated it, for Winter was cruel.

More than once, she had lost a friend when a dryad's tree died in her grove during winter's cold and wind. Ice would crack boughs, and wind would uproot a weakened tree. The grove would lose a tree that had lived for hundreds of years, and the dryads would mourn their friend for many seasons. When her tree had died from a lightning strike, she'd known that winter would mean her death. She couldn't survive the cold outside of the tree that lay on the ground, burnt and dead. Only the miracle of a Master woodwright had saved her. Her tree became a tea house that nourished and protected her spirit. Now, snug and warm inside her home, protected by the hamlet, she could wait inside until Spring came again. In the beginning, she avoided contact with the humans, but day by day, she had come out of her shell and now enjoyed it when friends came by to talk. One in particular made her heart sing.

As was usual, she was waiting for her woodwright to visit. She had brewed a pot of tea made from apples and ghost peppers, a beverage that he preferred for its flavor and heat. She sat and waited during the long, cold morning, becoming anxious, but finally, he came. His steps were slow as he walked through the cold, bundled in so many furs that the villages chuckled and shook their heads. Winter was just beginning; to the farmers, it was merely cool and crisp. It was painful and deadly to a Captain from the Smoke as the winds slowed him and stole heat from his furnace. He stayed by the small peat fire and drank his tea for almost an hour before he spoke. Pomeline didn't mind. She had the patience of a tree, and only with Woodrat did she speak more than was needed to serve her tea and be polite.

Finally, he turned to her, and the sadness in his eyes told the story. "I must leave and return to the Smoke. The cold will be the death of my crew and my ship. We cannot abide here much longer and survive."

"You could stay here with me. It is warm in this house."

He looked around and smiled. It was true; he could be warm here. "But then I would not be who I am. I have a ship and a crew, and I can't abandon them. But you could come with me?"

She smiled sadly, her heart made glad that he had asked. "I could, but I would not be me for long. My roots are here, part of this house, buried deep in the ground and drawing sustenance from the village. Even if we took wood from the house along with us, it would not be enough. I would perish in a season or less, dried by the smoke and heat. I could live only on Evergreen's island, and you could not stay unless you gave up your ship."

He poured more tea and laughed, but his voice had little humor. "What a pair we make. But you are right. I could not abide long on her island—too rigid and too many rules. I'd cause trouble, and she'd toss me to the waves in a month to regain her peace. And the sword has a quest that needs fulfilling."

"You will return?"

"I will when Winter has left, and I will be back, with a fat cargo that will take time to sell so I can tarry here with you and drink tea while we talk."

She smiled, happier this time. "Then that will have to do. I will be here when you return."

He stayed as long as he could, but he began his long walk back in the afternoon. When the sun left, the heat would fade even quicker. He took with him jars of dried apple blossoms and a small sapling that he would present to the Queen of Nature so that part of the grove here would flourish in her forests. Pomeline watched him go for as long as she could. Then she returned to her house, hid in a corner where no one could see her, and cried.

Winter was cruel. She had known that and thought she had known all the ways Winter could bring death. But today, the winds had found a new way to hurt her, a new kind of death. She would mourn her Captain until he returned. It would be a cycle of sad partings and joyous reunions. Life and Death, until the time he would leave and never return.

Comments

Rodmin

YES! Anothet chapter, thanks!

Netveiwer

This pulls on the heart strings...thank you for the update and hope the meds kick in quickly

Kaywye

God that was poetic in its simplicity. All of life is meetings and partings until the final parting of death. Which is why I would never NEVER want to be immortal. Thank you for this chapter and the lady as well.

Ender419

Thank you for this beautiful chapter. And kudos on making the Captain live up to a part of his name by falling for the dryad & converting her tree to a wonderful teahouse to keep her alive.

NameGame

Thanks for the chapter, and happy X-Ray Day!

Mr

You did me dirty with Larry…. ( it did get better) Making me tear up ..now this …. I’m grown ass man …… stop cutting up onions up in here