Fort Royal Martinique
Maeve and BriarRose sat talking by the fire. The kitten jumped down from BriarRose's lap and stretched. He wandered over to the hearth and curled up.
"Well, now, he seems to be happy." BriarRose commented.
"Aye, that he does." Said Maeve. "I'll be right back. Gonna check on our patient." Maeve got up and went in to the patient's room.
BriarRose sat looking in to the fire. For a moment she sensed a strange feeling permeate the room. She shivered as the feeling became stronger. Mandrake looked up and hissed. Then all went back to normal. Looking back in to the fire, BriarRose, knew he was searching for her.
Maeve came back in to the room and said, "Well, for some one who complained he wasn't tired he is sleeping quite soundly." Looking at her friend she asked, "Briar, dear, are ye alright? Ye look like ye seen a ghost."
BriarRose swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled, "Aye, Maeve, I am fine. Just a bit unsettled that's all."
"Well then I have just the thing for ye," Maeve said as she went over to the cupboard and pulled down a bottle of mead and two goblets. Smiling, she poured a generous amount in both goblets as she walked back over she handed one to BriarRose.
BirarRose laughed and said, "Now how can I refuse that?" The two women laughed like young girls as they continued to talk and drink the fine mead that Maeve had poured.
Mandrake went back to sleep purring contentedly by the fire.