"Would you like to stay for a cup of cider?" Maggie offered.
"That sounds nice, I accept." Gwen told Maggie. The old woman hobbled to her small kitchen and put the cider in the kettle before firing up the old wood stove. While the stove was warming up for the cider Maggie made small talk with the girl.
"So Gwen tell me is there a young man in your life?" Maggie asked curious to the answer. Gwen's young face turned as red as a fresh ripe apple. Maggie waited to see what the girl had to say.
"Well, there is one that I've had my eye on in town. His name is Edwin. "Gwen admitted to her friend.
"The blacksmith's son?" Maggie asked, having one of those feelings again.
"Yes that's him. He's nice and a sweet person. He's rather shy but he talks to me." Gwen informed her.
"Does he know that you like him?" Maggie asked her.
"I can't tell, but I'm afraid to ask, I worry he may get scared off." Gwen explained.
Maggie simply nodded as the wheels began to turn in that wise old mind of hers. Then suddenly an idea had struck her like lightning in a bad thunderstorm. A smile spread across the old crone. Gwen knew the old woman was up to something.
'Would you like a way to show him you have an interest in him, without putting him on the spot shall we say?" Maggie suggested to her.
Gwen's eyes lit up like bright stars on a clear night. Then she smiled at the old crone woman.
"What did you have in mind?" Gwen asked wondering what Maggie was planning. Maggie stopped and thought over it for what seemed to be the longest time for Gwen. Then she turned and spoke with almost a whisper.
"What does he do for a living?" Maggie asked her.
"I don't know for sure but I noticed on Saturdays he's always at the shop that his father owns." Gwen informed Maggie.
"Yes, that will be perfect." Maggie got up slow and stiff, she headed to the back room of the cottage. Gwen waited with some patience to her but not much. She wondered what Maggie was up to this time. After a long while Maggie slowly returned. She was holding a small wooden box. The young apprentice had a puzzled look upon her delicate face.
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Realm of Galderia
Fantasyfantasy of an alternate reality where its normal to be a witch, faries roam the land, gargoyles and two witches that are learning to harness thier new powers can't stand each other as they begin to learn the old ways, a new witch comes to them fro...
