A blind fate

chapter sixteen / new friends

Sunday - Anne POV

When Anne awoke in the morning, she completely forgot about the whole ordeal about the swap. She was scared - thoughts instantly popped into her head that she had been kidnapped during the night or that she had sleepwalked to some random home, but then instantly realised where she was and couldn't help but laugh at herself. God she really did over dramaticise everything.

Anne snuggled close into Gilbert's bed, not wanting to leave. She felt comfortable, as if she could cry a million tears and it wouldn't be told. She imagined Gilbert waking up next to her, feeling his fingertips glide through her hair, his breathe against her face, his arms holding her, protecting her from the evils the world provided. She didn't feel this way in a sexual manner.. no.. it was more of an innocent feeling.  The innocence of a first love romance.

She rose in the early hours of the morning. 7am. Just as Gilbert would. She got dressed, retied her braids, then headed out to feed the horse.

"Good morning you beautiful creature. I have some food for you. I must admit I do feel terribly about not allowing you to free yourself from this dreadful pen, but I am not in control to do so. If it were up to me, I would let you out into the wild, to explore gods gift of nature!"

She stroked the horses mane, and combed her accordingly. As Anne watched the sun rise over the tree tops, her imagination swept into action.

She was Princess Cordelia.

no...

She was someone else. Someone new. Miss Florence Jane, from... a land of heroins and villains. Florence was a powerful sorcerer who could walk upon the most fiery suns and blazes. She could tear down objects with her mind, and could walk upon the earth like an angel.

Anne had a real gift for coming up with the most unrealistic yet intriguing stories, and told herself that she was going to remember this for a future story that she could write to Aunt Jo.

Once the sun was up, Anne said goodbye to the loving horse, and headed inside, hoping that Sebastian and Mary were up. As she entered the home, she saw Mary standing next to the kitchen preparing breakfast. She felt no sense of awkwardness, and spoke to her as if she had known her for years.

"Good morning Anne! I see you have fed the horse already, that's a good sign." Mary sounded tired, it must be too early for a Sunday morning. 

"Why thankyou kindest Mary. I wanted to make sure I was on top of chores as Gilbert is."

Anne took a slight pause, then continued.

"If you don't mind me saying, I have grown a real fondness for you. I consider both you and Sebastian to be kindred spirits."

"Kinder what?"

Anne couldn't help but laugh.

"A kindred spirit. It's a word that I have made up to describe a persons personality. When I say that your a kindred spirit, it means that your kind and pure, implying that me and you will be the best of friends!" She hoped Mary would accept her compliment and return it back.

"That's very kind of you child. I hope to be dear friends with you too. Maybe even your future mother in law." Both Mary and Anne laughed at this.

"That's thinking far ahead Mary."

"True. But I do see it as a possibility."

"How do you mean?" Anne was genuinely curious.

"Well, as I haven't known Gilbert for long, I only know what I can see with my eyes and with the words Sebastian had to say about Gilbert when they first met. From what I can tell, Gilbert is one of the smartest -"