#the kendricks

Another log hissed and snapped as Mr. Kendrick fed it into the firepit. With the sun long ago sunk beneath the horizon, the summer day’s sweltering heat had given way to a cozy chill. Soft jazz filled the gaps in conversation; a Bluetooth speaker nestled in an alcove by the backdoor relayed the living room’s stereo. Half-empty serving trays cluttered the center of the table: burgers and hot dogs, buns, potato salad, cole slaw, potato chips, corn on the cob... Despite how jam-packed the family’s day had been, their parents had made certain the family ate heartily. The days ahead promised to only be more hectic.

Mr. Kendrick patted his wife’s shoulder before settling back into his seat. “Guests begin arriving tomorrow,” he drawled, looking toward Trinity and her fiancé. They were cuddled together in a love seat that Matt had dragged over to the table. “There’s still room in the guest house if your folks would rather not spend on a hotel.”

Matt shook his head. “They’re pretty set on a hotel room. Dad doesn’t like imposing, and I think they’re worried I’ll come back a mess after my bachelor party.”

“Do you feel brave?”  

The mare goddess had told me to make another wish. I feels as thin as a thread to me now, that gift og a wish. I remember the years when it felt like a promise. “I don’t know what I feel, Puck.”  

Puck unfolds her arms just enough to keep her balance as she leans to me, and when we kiss, she closes her eyes.

“Magic,” says Holly.“Is a snaffle bit magic?” I ask him.“All I know is that when I whisper to dirt, my conversations are less than meaningful.”

I’m 100% behind a magical Sean Kendrick???? I love that his magic (for what he has is magic and not at all like a snaffle bit) is tied to the island and to the horses, like a bridge through the ages, stretching all the way back past the sea cave. It comes from love, from oneness, from being, and so it flows two ways. His touch is what Puck calls “a sort of fearful magic,” and perhaps it is because it’s a connection, a binding, and it demands something of you in return. For is not Trust a most powerful magic, indeed?