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~Maria~
"So, how was the search for water?" Scott questions as he rises and moves toward Isabel.Out of instinct I want to run and throw myself in front of my friend to keep him from getting near her. I tell myself that's because I want to protect her and not because I may or may not like that devilsh grin he just shot me. Why does he have to be so charming?
"Umm...it was the usual...nothing exciting." Isabel replies smiling at him. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Alex... I mean Lysander tense up. Even in this time period he is still infatuated with her. Desperately I try to keep myself from laughing. Poor Alex gets the shaft in our past lives. Maybe if we can right the wrongs of the past we can change our futures to be favorable.
There's a rumbling sound and I have to curb the urge to run to Alex. Which is what i would have done in the past, but this is defintely not Roswell and the form of Alex before me doesn't remember the close friendship that I cherish. Instead I'm pretty sure he hates me. Wow, that sucks."Was that distant thunder?" Isabel questions while tilting her head ever so slightly. "It sounded like it was heading this way." Truer words couldn't have been spoken. There is a storm brewing in a very jealous Lysander's eyes as he looks away from the seemingly happy couple.
"We should probably make it back to the castle." I announce studying my feet ow that Lysander is eying my curiously. He had to have seen the flashes. Is he gonna say anything? He didn't rell izzy I hope. That would be an odd conversation.
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"We should probably make it back to the castle." Rosa says and I notice that she seems to be avoiding eye contact with all of us at present
What the hell is going on with her?
Disentangling myself from Scott's arms I move to the picnic basket "We should pack up.Rosa you help me here,Lysander,Scott can you please untie the horses." I order everyone around,busying myself putting the untouched food back in to the basket
I don't exactly want to be caught outside in a rainstorm.The thunder just got louder and the wind's is picking up.
"Hurry Rosa." I say loudly as the wind starts flipping the edges of the blanket over
"Umm...it was the usual...nothing exciting." Isabel tells me, and through her smile I can tell she's lying. Oh well. I'll find out 'ideas' what my dear brother may have told her later.
"Was that distant thunder?" She adds, and sure enough, thunder sounds again.
"We should probably make it back to the castle." Rosa mutters, avoiding eye contact with anyone, and I smile again. She's still acting different. Well, I'll have to have a long talk with her later too. I nod in agreement to her statement, and then turn to Isabel.
"We should pack up.Rosa you help me here,Lysander, Scott can you please untie the horses." She orders, and I do as she asks, quickly getting the horses ready to ride. Once the girls are done picking up the food and blanket, I make sure that everything is ready, being my usual resourceful self.
"The horses are ready," I call to Isabel, leading hers over. "You two should ride in front, and Lysander and I will bring up the rear."
Isabel starts spouting out orders and we all 'hop' to."We should pack up.Rosa you help me here, Lysander, Scott can you please untie the horses." She begins packing up our belongings and I join her.
The clouds come rolling in and I speed my efforts."Hurry Rosa." She exclaims and I comply. "The horses are ready," Scott yells above the howling winds. "You two should ride in front, and Lysander and I will bring up the rear."
He commands looking toward Lysander in a suspicious manner. Hmmm. I wonder whats going on there? "Sure." Hopping up on the horse I struggle just a little. Hey, I'm from Roswell! I didn't go horseback riding very often. Iz eyes me and I give her a sheepish smile. "Let's go." The rain falls softly at first and then becomes a steady downpour. I enjoy the feeling of the wind in my hair s we gallop back to the castle.
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Scott brings my horse over to me handing me the reins and I get on,waiting for Rosa to mount her horse which surprisingly she does like an amateur...very unlike her.She's been riding since she was 8 years old.
Barely had we started back for the castle when the downpour began and I was soaked to the skin.Apparently,Rosa's enjoying being wet through and through in this freezing rain.
I must look like a piece of rag.Looking over my shoulder I spot Lysander and Scott coming up behind us.The castle comes in to view and I ride harder,eager to get out of these wet clothes and in to dry ones in front of a roaring fire.
"Almost there Rosa." I say eagerly as I point to the turrets which have just come in to view
A few more minutes of hard riding and I am the first to make it over the castle moat bridge.Without waiting for Rosa I guide the horse to one of the many entrances and jump off,leaving one of the page boys to take the horse back to the stable.
Rushing inside,I shake my gown out,whihc is dripping water everywhere.
"Isabel...where were you?" I hear my mother's worried voice,as I see her descending the stairs
"We got caught in the rain." I explain hurriedly "Rosa was just behind me,and Scott and Lysander should be right behind her."
"Oh Lord!Come now...you must get out of this gown.You're looking like a drowned rat." she says taking me by the arm "Greta,come to Isabel's room at once,we need to get her in to some dry clothes." she says ordering one of the maids and leding me upstairs
"But Mother,Rosa..." I try interrupting
"Rosa will be seen too as well,as soon as she arrives,as will Scott and Lysander." she says and I shut up knowing it's best not to argue
"Almost there Rosa." Isabel yells over the triumph wind. i enjoy the long refreshing ride and as soon as we reach the castle I hop off the horse and hand the reigns to the boy with a sweet smile. Hey, at least I have offended someone in this time period. Making my way through the door I can feel Scott nipping at my heels. Casting a glance over my shoulder I notice Lyasnder is walking cautiously behind him. There is obviously something going on with those two. Sibling rivialry perhaps?
Isabel's mother catches me just as I enter the Grand Hall and order me straight to my room to change into some dry clothes. From what I gathered dinner will be sent up. "Thank You." I mumble before making my way up the stairs two at a time. I see her nod disapprovingly and realze I must have actually done something she always done. Skipping up those stairs felt natural. Almost instinct.
It's as if I'm slowly learning more and more things about my past self. Which is essentially me. I guess the road to self discovery is paved in mistakes.Now if I can just right those wrongs before it's too late everything will be O... Scott's giving me this knowing eye. One of things we have done ,and one of things he expects we will. I try to shake off that feeling creeping down my neck. 'It's just the cold.' I assure myself. It's really sad when you honestly try to lie to yourself.
I'd just made it inside my room and had my dress peeled off when I hear the door squeak open and close. Please dear Goddess above. Let that be Isabel. I turn quickly in just my wet slip to face the intruder.
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We hastily ride back to the castle, and run inside to take cover from the storm. Thankfully, Isabel's dear mother has arranged for us to be dressed in warm dry clothes and fed up in our rooms. I could do without a stuffy dinner right now.
Smiling as I change my clothes, I get a brilliant idea to go visit dear old Rosa. Taking a bite of supper, I sneak off down the hall to her bedrooms, and walk by Isabel's room without a thought as to what my future wife is doing.
Walking right into her room, I see Rosa standing there, wearing nothing but a dark colored slip, clinging damply to her body. Shutting the door behind me, I smile.
"Hello Rosa," I whisper loudly, walking over to the startled young woman. "You're looking...simply ravishing."
My mother having ushered me hastily up to my room,I can only assume that Rosa and the others have reached and are now dry and warm in thier own rooms.Thankfully dinner is to be served in our own rooms for tonight.
It strikes me that I haven't seen Maxwell the whole day.I wonder where he's been?He usually comes to speak to me every night before we turn in,even if it's just to ask how my day went.
I hadn't realised how famished I was,drinking the creme of chicken soup quickly,I tuck in to the roasted chicken breasts and thick slices of home-made bread.I am going to miss these dinners once I leave home.A twinge of...dismay...no not dismay...some feeling I can't quite describe fills me at the thought of leaving my family.
But then again I will have Scott...and I must not forget Lysander,he has always been good to me.That reminds me...I must speak to Rosa about those images Lysander saw when he touched her.May be I'll go and talk to her in a while.
It’s weird being back here now that I think about riding along the horses trail that in another life, this life I had ridden so many times. You see when I died and became a white lighter I was given the gift of remembering all my past lives up until the day I died I didn’t know why at first to tell the truth but when I started meeting my charges I would be struck with this feeling that I knew them and then I could place it I knew them at least once in a past life.
And I knew almost everyone in this time that I now call my friends in the future. Maria my sisters best friend, I bit dollars to doughnuts she was shocked to figure that one out! And Alex who loved my sister in two life times. I smile things may not have worked out for them now but at least they got a second chance.
I hear a rumble in the distance my cue that’s time to head on home and get back to the task at hand helping the charmed one’s and proving to the elders that Liz and I can be together.
“Ready boy? Let’s make a run for it.” I speak to my horse god how I have missed my favorite horse! “Heya!” and we are off galloping along the trail but not fast enough it would seem. There is another rumble and then the skies open up.
“Great just great! I’m not an immortal anymore I can get the flue again!” I cry in dismay urging the horse on. The rain is really coming down now and it’s getting harder to see as I make my way onto the main path. That’s why I don’t see the man until I’m almost on top of him.
“Wow!” I pull back on the rains.
“What the! Watch where your driving that! Um watch where your ridding your horse?” I look down at the man , it’s Dustin! “What? Dustin what are you doing here? Never mind come on lets get home then we’ll talk.”
I help him up and we are off again. A little while later and a whole lot wetter, well I am anyway Dustin isn’t. We are entering my home.
All my fears are justified when a very wet, very sexy, very taken Scott waltzes into my room like he owns the place and shuts the door behind him with a mischevious smile."Hello Rosa," His words have a sensous drawl to them sends shivers down my spine. His piercing eyes stare straight into my and it's unnerving how my body responds to his intense gaze. He begins walking toward me and I back up stumbling over my own feet.
Why is it that my resolve seems to fall whenever he's near? I've got to get myself together. This is not helping me get home. I'm here to change the past. Not to submit to it. "You're looking...simply ravishing." He remarks and I self consciously hold up the wet dress over my trembling body. What is wrong with me? I am hurricane Deluca I don't take no shit from any man! Dropping the article of clothing I hold my head high as I walk over to him until we're face to face.
" I believe your in the wrong room." I state defiantly as I cross my arms over my chest. Which in all honesty just makes the situation worse because now I've pushed my cleavage up. Still, I show no signs that I am ashamed or embarrassed. "You should leave. You don't belong here." I glare feeling the anger rise into my chest.
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