Isabeth smiled involuntarily and moved to stand next to him. “What are you looking at?” she asked.
“The sky,” Alan answered.
Isabeth laughed. “I can see that. I was hoping for something more specific.”
“I can’t get more specific,” Alan shrugged not changing his glance. “I’m just looking at the sky. Nothing more, nothing less. It just is what it is.”
“I guess I always expect some deeper meaning in things like this.”
Alan slowly lowered his gaze to look directly at Isabeth, “You should know better. You’re a Wiccan High Priestess. A Wiccan Educator.
Alan took Isabeth’s hand, stood her in front of him and wrapped his arms around her. She tipped her head back against his chest and looked up at the sky. For a moment she allowed the beauty of it to possess her, then she realized that Alan was looking down at her rather than up.
“I think I found just what I was looking for,” he whispered.
As Isabeth looked up into those eyes of his, those eyes were like mirrors that reflected her passion for him. She was looking into the eyes of the man she was destined to love for all time. She knew without knowing that her soul belonged to him.
“Alan,” his name escaped her lips as a sigh. Before his kiss could reach her Isabeth suddenly pulled back. “Alan Tudyk!” she exclaimed.
He burst into laughter. “You said that like you just realized who I am.”
“I did just realize who you are!” Isabeth pulled back further and lowered her head submissively. “You’re like my tattoo. I wanted one my whole mature life and finally got one on my 25th birthday. But it is on my back so I’ve never seen it, I keep forgetting it’s there, so when someone asks if I have one I say no. Then I remember and get excited all over again, I touch it, trace it and show it to everyone who’ll look.”
“How am I like your tattoo?” Alan questioned still amused.
“I keep forgetting that you’re Alan Tudyk, the Alan Tudyk. But then it hits me, I lose my breath, I get shy. You are so much more than ordinary.”
Alan reached out, brushed one of her curls back as he caressed her cheek. Slowly Alan closed in on Isabeth for a kiss but stopped just a breath away from touching lips. “You’re dreaming, SH.”
“What?” she was confused, but didn’t dare move.
“You’re dreaming,” he repeated.
Isabeth woke up in Oliver’s bed, in Oliver’s room. He was not there, probably gone off to help the army train. She looked toward the door and saw Alan watching her with a little smile. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Slowly he stood, took a single step towards her and extended his hand.
“Please come with me,” Alan spoke softly.
Cautiously Isabeth slipped out of the covers, met her dress half way to Alan, and took his hand. “Where are we going?”
“Your man sent me to bring you to him.”
Alan saw Isabeth’s face fall, as they walked out of the castle towards the main gate to the village he watched her. She kept her head down, her stoic composure never wavering. At the gate Alan stopped. “He’ll meet you at the diner, this is as far as I go.”
“Alan,” Isabeth began. “I feel like I need to tell you something. But I don’t know what to say.”
Alan stopped her by gently touching her lips with his fingertips. “You are so much more than ordinary.”
With that he walked off looking to the sky.