WITCHES

[unvaned]

[ It's strange, lately, getting to the end of the day and actually being tired. Rhiannon has been keeping herself very busy, with her own spellwork, and the children she teaches. Even though Gethin has been spending a lot of that time in his magic-saving raven form, the amount of work Rhiannon does in a day - combined with the help he provides - is pretty draining. Not in a bad way, though -- in a way that makes it pleasant and easy to relax outside under the stars in the cool summer air when everything is finally finished for the day.

[ Bottle of wine in one hand, two glasses hanging from the other, Gethin edges out the back door into the garden, where Rhiannon is already sitting. The breeze is just cool enough, swaying the wind chimes and the string of white lights across the veranda just slightly. ]

If a glass isn't enough, there's a bucket out here somewhere. I can't say I'd blame you. [ Smiling, he hands her one of the empty glasses. ]