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"I'm Home"

Music: Concierto de Aranjuez - 2nd Mov. Adagio (perf. by John Williams)

July 23rd, 2016

It was half past 4. The roaring sound of a starting engine, full and croaky like that of a big vehicle, sounded through the valley – and for a moment distracted from the peaceful sounds of a warm Saturday in late July.

The bus was on time.

The fact that it had halted at the bus stop in front of the stud to spit someone out before it continued on its way was unusual, though. Kain had just opened the gate of the stable building when he heard the sounds: squealing brakes and the smacking of hydraulics, then creaking doors. The vehicle was leaving already, but from the shadow below the leaf canopy stepped someone, into the sunlight and onto the ramshackle bridge that crossed the Danube and led to the two timber-framed brick houses forming the heart of the Waving Tree.

Kain squinted into the sunlight as he tried to make out who was approaching. His heartbeat had quickened - he remembered the letter that Anne had given him to read. He knew that it could be any day now… could it be today? Right now?
His hand slipped from the wooden gate and he turned around fully, taking a tentative step forward to meet the visitor.

It was her.

The bridge creaked under her steps. She was carrying a giant bag, a black riding helmet was hanging from the strap she had slung around her shoulder. The blonde hair was neatly tied in a ponytail, and her light blue shirt and beige-coloured cardigan looked as nice and tidy as ever. Everything about her was still the same, from the almost timid way of walking to her smile – that only broadened as she saw who was expecting her on the yard. She steered toward him, her steps widening ever so slightly, and eventually stopped in front of him.

“Hi”, said she.
“Hi”, said Kain.

Silence.

“You are here –“
“I am.” A smile spread on her lips. “Home. Finally.” Bemused, she let her eyes wander, taking the place in with all senses... a place apparently lost in time, as it looked like it hadn’t aged a day. The buildings were the same, the sounds and smells… the same horses peeked out of the windows, the same old obstacles were scattered on one side of the pasture, the poles with the colour peeling off – everything was welcoming, like a warm and loving hug from someone beloved.

Kain shook his head, seemingly lost in thought, but smiling as well as he watched her, unsaid questions written all over his face.
“I quit the apprenticeship. It was awful anyway,” she eventually said. Noticing his puzzled look, she quickly added, “My parents are in Berlin still. I needed to come back. I missed it, the stud, you guys…-”

Kain didn’t find the strength in himself to say something.

Her gaze fell on him again, and she noticed his dazed expression. “What’s up?” she teased, both amusement and doubt in her eyes. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Kain felt like she was right. He didn’t know what to say; his brain refused to think – what would happen now? What should he do? Would things be like they had been before?

“Hey, say something,” came the voice again.

It was soft, like always.
He remembered that voice well. He remembered it from the few times he’d spoken with her on the phone, but more from the days they’d spent together, before she’d left. Young people, having barely done the first reluctant steps into adulthood, believing they were alone on the world, ready to face anyone and anything. Of course, they had been young and foolish to believe their youthful love would last forever… Yet, Nana had been a support and help to him in one of his darkest times – his brother’s accident and the wave of guilt that followed it. He missed her trust, her comfort. She always had understood how he felt like nobody else, she’d been a listening ear for him, the only person he’d felt like confiding his feelings to… that was, before he’d realised how Jesus had been listening all along. That was another consequence of everything that had happened in 2012… his relationship with his Saviour had improved since, and he was thankful for it.
And now she was coming back into his life… and he didn’t know what to do.

“I missed you”, eventually burst out of her, and she stepped forward, dropping her bag on the floor. Here she seemed to hesitate, as if she was unsure how to approach him… Kain could relate. After all this time… it had been three years, after all.
Almost three. Two and a half, really.
Two and a half, and three months.

Kain still loved her.

What would be now? Kain flinched as Nana came up to him, one arm reaching out to pull him into a hug. His ears were hot; but equally quickly she broke away from him again. She had simply greeted a good friend that she hadn’t seen for a long time with a hug. Easy as that. Kain was devastated.

“Nana!”
A joyful call sounded from the entrance of the main building. Anne was standing there, holding her arms out to the blonde, who squealed, ran and outright leapt into the older woman’s embrace. Both were laughing – and for a moment it was like the sun, the light, had returned to the homely house next to the river.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Navigation

In this storyline:
PREVIOUSLY | NEXT

Storyline folders: "HOME" | "BACK WHERE I BELONG"
WTS Timeline | Character Index

WTS Chronology:
PREVIOUSLY | NEXT

Waving Tree Stud on Pinterest: The Location | Aesthetics
Waving Tree Stud Playlist on Spotify

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Here we go! As the whole WTS plot divides into several subplots, I decided to give every one its very own folder in the WTS group, so you'll be able to navigate quickly and easily (I hope)! Apart from that, idk what to say. Nana is back! ♥ If you wonder what happened before, check out this .
It feels GOOD to have this back up and running - and working. I guess.

!!!!!!!!AAAA I just realised that AFTER DRAWING, I was like "no let's change the setting to OUTSIDE" x'D well imagine the picture shows not the meeting but something that doesn't take place in the course of the story x'D

Art, written art, Kainana (c) by me, no ref used
DIN A5 pencil sketch, coloured with PS

Description
"I'm Home"

Music: Concierto de Aranjuez - 2nd Mov. Adagio (perf. by John Williams)

July 23rd, 2016

It was half past 4. The roaring sound of a starting engine, full and croaky like that of a big vehicle, sounded through the valley – and for a moment distracted from the peaceful sounds of a warm Saturday in late July.

The bus was on time.

The fact that it had halted at the bus stop in front of the stud to spit someone out before it continued on its way was unusual, though. Kain had just opened the gate of the stable building when he heard the sounds: squealing brakes and the smacking of hydraulics, then creaking doors. The vehicle was leaving already, but from the shadow below the leaf canopy stepped someone, into the sunlight and onto the ramshackle bridge that crossed the Danube and led to the two timber-framed brick houses forming the heart of the Waving Tree.

Kain squinted into the sunlight as he tried to make out who was approaching. His heartbeat had quickened - he remembered the letter that Anne had given him to read. He knew that it could be any day now… could it be today? Right now?
His hand slipped from the wooden gate and he turned around fully, taking a tentative step forward to meet the visitor.

It was her.

The bridge creaked under her steps. She was carrying a giant bag, a black riding helmet was hanging from the strap she had slung around her shoulder. The blonde hair was neatly tied in a ponytail, and her light blue shirt and beige-coloured cardigan looked as nice and tidy as ever. Everything about her was still the same, from the almost timid way of walking to her smile – that only broadened as she saw who was expecting her on the yard. She steered toward him, her steps widening ever so slightly, and eventually stopped in front of him.

“Hi”, said she.
“Hi”, said Kain.

Silence.

“You are here –“
“I am.” A smile spread on her lips. “Home. Finally.” Bemused, she let her eyes wander, taking the place in with all senses... a place apparently lost in time, as it looked like it hadn’t aged a day. The buildings were the same, the sounds and smells… the same horses peeked out of the windows, the same old obstacles were scattered on one side of the pasture, the poles with the colour peeling off – everything was welcoming, like a warm and loving hug from someone beloved.

Kain shook his head, seemingly lost in thought, but smiling as well as he watched her, unsaid questions written all over his face.
“I quit the apprenticeship. It was awful anyway,” she eventually said. Noticing his puzzled look, she quickly added, “My parents are in Berlin still. I needed to come back. I missed it, the stud, you guys…-”

Kain didn’t find the strength in himself to say something.

Her gaze fell on him again, and she noticed his dazed expression. “What’s up?” she teased, both amusement and doubt in her eyes. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Kain felt like she was right. He didn’t know what to say; his brain refused to think – what would happen now? What should he do? Would things be like they had been before?

“Hey, say something,” came the voice again.

It was soft, like always.
He remembered that voice well. He remembered it from the few times he’d spoken with her on the phone, but more from the days they’d spent together, before she’d left. Young people, having barely done the first reluctant steps into adulthood, believing they were alone on the world, ready to face anyone and anything. Of course, they had been young and foolish to believe their youthful love would last forever… Yet, Nana had been a support and help to him in one of his darkest times – his brother’s accident and the wave of guilt that followed it. He missed her trust, her comfort. She always had understood how he felt like nobody else, she’d been a listening ear for him, the only person he’d felt like confiding his feelings to… that was, before he’d realised how Jesus had been listening all along. That was another consequence of everything that had happened in 2012… his relationship with his Saviour had improved since, and he was thankful for it.
And now she was coming back into his life… and he didn’t know what to do.

“I missed you”, eventually burst out of her, and she stepped forward, dropping her bag on the floor. Here she seemed to hesitate, as if she was unsure how to approach him… Kain could relate. After all this time… it had been three years, after all.
Almost three. Two and a half, really.
Two and a half, and three months.

Kain still loved her.

What would be now? Kain flinched as Nana came up to him, one arm reaching out to pull him into a hug. His ears were hot; but equally quickly she broke away from him again. She had simply greeted a good friend that she hadn’t seen for a long time with a hug. Easy as that. Kain was devastated.

“Nana!”
A joyful call sounded from the entrance of the main building. Anne was standing there, holding her arms out to the blonde, who squealed, ran and outright leapt into the older woman’s embrace. Both were laughing – and for a moment it was like the sun, the light, had returned to the homely house next to the river.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Navigation

In this storyline:
PREVIOUSLY | NEXT

Storyline folders: "HOME" | "BACK WHERE I BELONG"
WTS Timeline | Character Index

WTS Chronology:
PREVIOUSLY | NEXT

Waving Tree Stud on Pinterest: The Location | Aesthetics
Waving Tree Stud Playlist on Spotify

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Here we go! As the whole WTS plot divides into several subplots, I decided to give every one its very own folder in the WTS group, so you'll be able to navigate quickly and easily (I hope)! Apart from that, idk what to say. Nana is back! ♥ If you wonder what happened before, check out this .
It feels GOOD to have this back up and running - and working. I guess.

!!!!!!!!AAAA I just realised that AFTER DRAWING, I was like "no let's change the setting to OUTSIDE" x'D well imagine the picture shows not the meeting but something that doesn't take place in the course of the story x'D

Art, written art, Kainana (c) by me, no ref used
DIN A5 pencil sketch, coloured with PS