Page 6 of Song For His Siren
“You think?” Calli asked, still unsure.
“I am certain,” Bridget said, reaching across the table, taking her hand. “Trust yer intuition, and ye will have all yer dreams come true.”
“There you are. We’re on in five.”
Calli turned to see Mason at the opening of the tent.
“I’ll be right there,” she answered as he turned and left.
“I have to go,” she said.
“Aye, but if ye have any questions, don’t be a stranger,” Bridget said before squeezing her hand and letting it go.
Calli stood to leave as confused as she had been, but she was feeling a bit more hopeful.
"Is there something else?" Bridget asked as her eyes seemed to be carefully taking in Calli.
"No, sorry. I've just had a weird couple of mornings."
"Why is that, my dear?" Bridget asked.
"So yesterday, there was this weird bundle of weeds on my step, and another bundle later in the evening, but this morning when I woke up, there was a dead squirrel on my step. That's weird, right?"
"Aye... I would say that's peculiar," Bridget said with a puzzled expression.
"At first, I thought maybe the squirrel just died there, but with the weeds... I don't know... It's weird, right?" She had been trying to keep these thoughts at bay most of the day, but saying it out loud did make her realize this was actually pretty creepy.
"Do ye still have the herbs?"
"You think they're herbs?"
"I can't say, but I can stop by tonight and take a look if ye want."
"Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Bridget."
Later that night,she was back at her site, waiting for Bridget. When she came home, she was half expecting to find something else on her doorstep, but to her relief, it was empty.
She was settled by the fire with a book when a familiar red head of hair made its way over.
"Bridget, thank you for coming. I'm making some grilled cheese on the fire if you want one."
"Now, how could I say no to that?"
Once the sandwiches were off the fire and they had eaten, Bridget asked about the herbs. Calli went and got them.
"Hmmm. It looks like we have some St. John’s Wart, some Mayapple, and it even looks like we have some Blue Cohosh and a wee bit of peppermint."
"What does that mean?"
"These are powerful herbs. They have healing properties, and I often use them in my teas," Bridget said, still examining the bundles.
"Do you think someone is leaving them for me?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Lass, I think ye may have an admirer."
A gentle breeze blew through the campsite, and Bridget turned her head, as if she was listening to the wind.
"An admirer? Why can't I have an admirer who leaves me jewelry and not herbs and dead animals?"
