• Grey Sky Eyes



    The branches of the tree swayed and creaked every once in while with their age. She watched from where she was seated on the ground underneath her old friend as tiny droplets fell from the sky softly all around her. Someone would run out and tell her to come in soon even though they knew she wouldn’t move.
    The rain and the old tree was her only real comfort now that Jack had gone away. She could hear his overly confident voice saying he would be back in a month to get her. It had already been six and her faith in him was dwindling every day that passed. She knew that the only reason he wouldn’t come on time was something horrible had happened to him. As her fear for him grew, she twisted deeper and deeper into herself, barely speaking to anyone and moving about the grounds like a ghost.
    When she focused hard enough on him she could imagine his smiling face and bright, sparkling blue eyes in the air in front of her. She knew that since he only traveled by boat his golden hair would have grown long and would always be tickling his face, making him look even more playful. That first night they met she remembered how all the other girls were fawning over him and she just rolled her eyes and ignored him until he stood next to her, she had to crane her neck upward just to talk to him. He wasn’t a big man, just tall and strong, much taller than her.
    “Lady Brienna! Come inside, a storm is starting!” the wind gusted, sweeping her long dark hair out in fan around her and the voice was lost. She stared at the little white flowers growing around her feet on bowing stems and thought about the day Jack had tickled her nose with one. Her gaze lifted slightly to the murky water of the pond down the slope that rippled in the rain. It was a beautiful image and she wished she could paint it.
    “Brienna!” another voice boomed across the pond, through the roaring wind, to her. Startled out of her thoughts, she looked to the bridge crossing the stream at the other side of the pond. A man stood there looking at her and motioning to her, when he saw her looking at him he came off the bridge and started around the pond. He was tall and bleached hair whipped across his familiar face as he came toward her. She leaped to her feet and ran the rest of the way to him.
    “Hey, Grey Sky,” Jack said when she looked up at him.
    “My eyes aren’t that sad are they?” Brienna asked.
    “They are. Well, maybe not now that I’m back,” he grinned through wild hair.
    “At least they neither rain nor glow,” she said, her own hair soaked and slashing at them.
    “I think I could get them to glow, I know I have in the past. I can think of one time right over there under the tree when a little white flower decided to tickle you,” he stated, blue eyes shimmering.