As the
weeks became months, Aubrey found he gave little conscious thought to Adrianna
but hovering always in the background was a tiny, feathered shadow that lingered
like a phantom. He found some consolation in his work where he relished in the
monotonous, repetitive tasks which seemed to infuriate many others. He also
reconnected with Anselm after their spat, though he never broached the subject
of Adrianna again. Anselm, for his part, was content to pretend that the entire
situation never happened. He was a simple gnome whose mind usually went no
deeper than the plants in front of him, the sun above him, and the dinner in
his belly. Aubrey knew all this and let his friend forget the past. In fact,
Aubrey took some comfort in his friends’ contentment. Try as he might though,
he was unable to live off of the simple pleasures which occupied Anselm.
Something deep down stirred within Aubrey. Something that went deeper than the mysterious
and beautiful owl which had graced his life. His heart harbored a flickering
spark; something with the potential to spring to life given the right
conditions.
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