Post by Abigail on Jan 6, 2021 2:36:50 GMT
Abigail returned to catering soon after Sacrifice was over. Not drawn to it through hunger, but because of an altogether different gut feeling. A feeling that she couldn’t leave the arena without one more trip there first. She carried a neatly wrapped Christmas present under her arm. It was most unlikely that Eternity would be here, but she felt strongly that she had to bring it with her, just in case.
Her heart sank a little even as it came to pass that Eternity was not among the throng of people gathered in the catering area. The place was now full of chatter, unlike when Jeb and her had been here hours ago. Voices engaged in their own conversations, tongues concerned with trivialities and all but her own distinct hunger for so much more than she knew being satisfied.
Abigail stood amidst the gluttony and registered a few familiar faces. Shea O’Hara, Jake Conway, Kathy Conway, Samira Hamilton. Andrew Jacobsen. Cals Jacobsen. Jack Ferriman. Warren Kane. Astrid Hall. Nobody was paying her much attention, and so she moved half a step outside the rest, turned her head slightly to the right and saw a hooded figure in a scarlet cloak, filling a wicker basket with fruit and sandwiches from the plentifully stocked table.
A young child, diligent but urgent in her gathering.
A child of Eternity, Abigail thought. If anybody knew where Eternity was likely to be, it was going to be this child...
Abigail approached carefully, she didn’t want to spook the child. She cleared her throat.
”Excuse me,” Abigail whispered, “Can I help you, darlin’?”
The child turned around to face Abigail, her hair black, her eyes mahogany and her smile bright. She wore a silver crucifix pendant around her neck.
”No thank you, pretty lady,” the raven haired girl said, turning back around to gather more food.
” You’re a very polite little girl, aren’t you?” Abigail smiled.
”Thank you, my Momma taught me. Me and my three sisters.”
”Is that who all this food is for?” Abigail asked. “Your family?”
”Momma says it might be a long winter before we feast again.”
The girl had filled the basket with all she can carry. She turned to skip away, but Abigail stopped her, placed a hand on her shoulder gently. Abigail pulled the present from under her arm and placed it in the girl’s basket in a show of complete faith, trusting her gut instinct that the gift would reach its intended recipient.
She could wait to see Eternity if she had to, as long as she knew Eternity would get her Christmas present. The time was not right yet, but something deep in her heart told her to keep her faith in this little girl. Warren had told her once of Eternity’s four little Angels, though he could not recall their names or faces.
Abigail was sure this little girl was one of them, and if she was that means this was a sign she was on the right path. A path that would eventually lead to something wonderful. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought, and she suddenly felt joyous as if giving the gift to this nameless little child had been its own moment of absolute clarity.
”Merry Christmas,” Abigail smiled.
”Happy New Year,” the girl smiled wider, before she skipped off on her merry way.
Abigail walked in the opposite direction, a new spring in her own step as she went.
Her heart sank a little even as it came to pass that Eternity was not among the throng of people gathered in the catering area. The place was now full of chatter, unlike when Jeb and her had been here hours ago. Voices engaged in their own conversations, tongues concerned with trivialities and all but her own distinct hunger for so much more than she knew being satisfied.
Abigail stood amidst the gluttony and registered a few familiar faces. Shea O’Hara, Jake Conway, Kathy Conway, Samira Hamilton. Andrew Jacobsen. Cals Jacobsen. Jack Ferriman. Warren Kane. Astrid Hall. Nobody was paying her much attention, and so she moved half a step outside the rest, turned her head slightly to the right and saw a hooded figure in a scarlet cloak, filling a wicker basket with fruit and sandwiches from the plentifully stocked table.
A young child, diligent but urgent in her gathering.
A child of Eternity, Abigail thought. If anybody knew where Eternity was likely to be, it was going to be this child...
Abigail approached carefully, she didn’t want to spook the child. She cleared her throat.
”Excuse me,” Abigail whispered, “Can I help you, darlin’?”
The child turned around to face Abigail, her hair black, her eyes mahogany and her smile bright. She wore a silver crucifix pendant around her neck.
”No thank you, pretty lady,” the raven haired girl said, turning back around to gather more food.
” You’re a very polite little girl, aren’t you?” Abigail smiled.
”Thank you, my Momma taught me. Me and my three sisters.”
”Is that who all this food is for?” Abigail asked. “Your family?”
”Momma says it might be a long winter before we feast again.”
The girl had filled the basket with all she can carry. She turned to skip away, but Abigail stopped her, placed a hand on her shoulder gently. Abigail pulled the present from under her arm and placed it in the girl’s basket in a show of complete faith, trusting her gut instinct that the gift would reach its intended recipient.
She could wait to see Eternity if she had to, as long as she knew Eternity would get her Christmas present. The time was not right yet, but something deep in her heart told her to keep her faith in this little girl. Warren had told her once of Eternity’s four little Angels, though he could not recall their names or faces.
Abigail was sure this little girl was one of them, and if she was that means this was a sign she was on the right path. A path that would eventually lead to something wonderful. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought, and she suddenly felt joyous as if giving the gift to this nameless little child had been its own moment of absolute clarity.
”Merry Christmas,” Abigail smiled.
”Happy New Year,” the girl smiled wider, before she skipped off on her merry way.
Abigail walked in the opposite direction, a new spring in her own step as she went.
Well howdy there pardner.