Siobhan turned and walked away. Once more the tears washed her face, and she let them. Pwyll deserved nothing less. She went and sat on the bench across the road. She could see now, between her tears the threads that were worry, or joy or grief. Life went on. She let the morning carry her away. So, she thought, before she let thought go too, this is how Pwyll did it.
She wasn't sure how long she was gone, or where she went, but when she came back, Siobhan could feel the warmth of another person on the bench,
"Good morning," the person said, and Siobhan gasped and looked at him.
"Pwyll!" she said. "They told me you weren't with them and I thought..."
"Almost," he said, "I was just floating, wondering how I was supposed to help you from wherever I was, when this bolt hit me. I was back in the ambulance and scared the liver out of the attendant who thought I died. They checked me over and released me. I went home to make sure Pete and Brac were Ok," he grinned a little. "I came to find you. I heard something about the police being at your school and I got worried."
"It got a little crazy," Siobhan said, "but it worked out all right." She turned to look at Pwyll. She could see the energy move within him, within the people around her. She sensed the pattern that guided the flow. Siobhan looked up and grinned at the sunlight.
"I'm a witch, you know," she said to Pwyll and the sunlight.
"I know," Pwyll said, "I can live with that." He smiled at her. "I was hoping for another dose."
Siobhan wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. She didn't try to control the energy, she just let it move from him to her, from her to him, from them to the sky.
END OF FROST AND STONE