I'd inherited a house I had never seen, in a land I had never been to, from a relative I had never met. It was fortunate, plus or minus the un was still to be seen.
The house stood solitary, proud and ram shackled, near the edge of the sheer, steep cliffs. No it didn't look foreboding; however it didn't look welcoming either. This was to be my new home?
Oh my god, what had I gotten into? There was so much that needed done and I was so not the person to do it. Just from looking at the outside of this 'opportunity' as my mom called it, the roof needed tarred, shutters re-hung, porch re-railed and the swing fixed.
I was dreading looking at the inside. It just seemed too much to deal with at the moment and while my nest egg was large, it wasn't infinite. My luggage was due tomorrow so at least I didn't have to worry about unpacking today.
I sat down in the tall grass by the sprawling oak tree in the front yard, trying organize all the things I needed to do or even where I needed to start. Frustrated with my inability to form a plan I flopped back in the grass with a sigh, closing my eyes to the warm sun. I must have nodded off because the next thing I knew I was being gently shaken awake.
"Hey kiddo , wake up.." a soft smoky voice whispered thick with an Irish brogue. With a voice like that I must be dreaming a dream I didn't want to wake up from.
Another gentle shake. There's no shaking in dreams.
My eyes slowly fluttered open. I looked up, and up. A tall, willowy young woman stood practically over me, concern in her dark blue eyes as she looked down at me.
"Are you alright?" She was quite striking in an unusual way, add that to her accent and slightly elf-shaped ears and I was stunned, a fairy ..wait, no fairies weren't that tall.
I blushed and laughed, embarrassed to be caught unaware, "Yes," I stuttered, grinned sheepishly "Sorry I must have dozed off." taking her offered hand, I stood.
"Thanks." I said. I came to right under her chin and had to look up to meet her gaze and abruptly forgot I was holding her hand because at that moment, she smiled an open and friendly smile.
My stomach dropped to my feet and I think I lost something else. I panicked took a step back and dropped my sight from her eyes. I couldn't help being overtly shy, it was always this way happening without warning. The name 'Ice Maiden" was made for people like me.
"Well anyhow, I ..I'd better get inside." I stammered out fidgeting nervously with the bottom of my little t-shirt and made tracks to the house without even indicating a goodbye. My mother would have killed me for my lack of manors at that moment.
"Inside?" she queried in a gentle tone, " Ahh, so your Ma's the new owner of McGowan's Tower?" humor rich in her voice, "Since you're a wee bit young to be out here by yourself, she's inside then?"
Out of nowhere a flash of indignation took me and I pivoted on my heels, forgetting my shyness and met her with my fiery green eyes. "It's my house, not my mothers. And I'm plenty old enough to go grab a smoke or a beer if I wanted to!" I growled.
I was immediately contrite. It wasn't her fault I had a pet peeve about people assuming I was younger then I was. "Sorry I didn't mean to go all psycho on you." I mumbled, hung my head rubbing at the tension in the back of my neck. "Must be jet lag or too much fresh air."
I grinned sheepishly, hoping she wasn't mad at me for my rudeness I dared a glance up at her face. Wearing a bemused smile that brought the dimple in her left cheek out, she didn't look mad or anything at all but totally cute.
"Ach and I thought we Irish red heads had a temper." she teased strait faced, laughter in her voice. She flipped her long, thick red braid back over her shoulder. "Well, I'll be accepting your apology over that Guinness you were just talking about grabbing. Tarres is a fine pub down the road in the middle of town. Serves the best brew and of course has the best service, considering my family runs it."
She wasn't flirting just being friendly, my head knew the difference but my heart didn't care and gave another little flutter. I don't date. Ever. I started to panic again. I didn't know if I liked the feeling she seemed to make me feel or not, it was uncomfortable to say the least.
She must of pickup on my nervousness because she moved closer and said in a soft voice, one that seemed to draw me, no matter that I want to run and hide.
"By the by, my name is Caitlin." her dark blue eyes held mine; friendly, kind and open. My will seemed to slip a bit.
"Come on, I promise you a very cold draft and you can ask any questions you might have about here. Since you said you're making this your home, you should get to know about the town and at least a few people." she teased gently. "Just for an hour or so then I'll let you escape." she grinned, impishly.
I decided to just push down whatever weird feelings this tall elf had invoked in me and just look at her like a friend. It helped with my tongue-numbing shyness. Ok, I got it under control. Control.
"Alix," I coughed, "Alixilura is my name but most call me just Alix." I shrugged, "Mom though I should have a heroines name so I could grow up brave and strong."
I chuckled and shook my head at the irony. Instead she had gotten a little girl who had occasionally jumped at her own shadow, then a young woman who had a bad case of shyness.
Straitening my slim shoulders, I smiled at Caitlin, but said sternly "One hour that's all. I have to get back here and get started on.. stuff." I waved vaguely toward the house.
She laughed and held her hands up in mock surrender. "Ok, ok. I promise not to keep you up past your bed time."
"It's only noon!" I laughed, "You're not getting that one past me! One hour." I said sternly as I picked up my back pack to follow Caitlin into town.
She grinned teasingly back at me and I smiled back, feeling more at ease. I'd made a good decision. I was going to stick to it, even if it killed me. This attraction thing would go away if I ignored it and I truly believed Caitlin would be a great friend if I didn't mess it up. I had already begun to like her quick wit and easy humor.
As we walked thru the center of the town Caitlin pointed out numerous things and told me the names of the people who ran, worked in, or owned said things. It was going to take a long time for me to remember even a minute amount of what she said. But her face was animated as she talked about the town and I could see she loved it here so I listened avidly. We came upon a tall charming structure that had a intricate sign of polished oak swinging from the stoop claiming:
~Tarres : Now you're one of the family~
"Wow," I said, admiration in my voice, " I wish I could carve half that well!"