#a memory shared

The King of Conquerors would know immediately that he was dreaming. Since the arboretum didn’t get snow inside. Yet the afternoon was soft with light and crispness to the air. A tranquil quiet enveloping everything.

That is until a loud bell begins to ring to the right. So he knows that someone is calling him back home. Boots crunching in the snow as the one who he is sharing this memory with sprints back to where the bell is still sounding. Long red hair flying by his vision as the laughter of a young girl sounds in his ears.

Soon enough, Adelha is home to all but tumble through the back door to her family home in Howth, Ireland. The scents of stew cooking as well as freshly baked bread in the kitchen as Adelha hops over the threshold of the door. Her wool hat falling off as a beautiful woman stands in front of her. Adelha feeling genuinely happy as Iskander’s vision looks into the woman’s face. 

Adelha’s mother was a sight to behold. Her hair a rich ebony black to flow in curling waves down her back and shoulders. Her makeup done with care for her to scent of lavender perfume. The same lavender Adelha uses to Iskander’s recognition. The woman soon lifting her daughter up to rub her nose to that of the bright eyed eight year old girl. Their laughter rich and full of love. Adelha’s voice giving sweet words in Gaelic that she is home like her mum wanted. With Adelha’s mother noting that she is indeed home. And that it is time to wash up for dinner. But first there is a toll to pay. So Adelha gives her mother a kiss on the cheek for her mother to laugh in approval.