A Daffodil Memoir (part four)

    Curiously, I opened my eyes, my head lying against his chest. I looked up slightly, scared, and unsure. Seeing only his hair, long, black, and lying lavishly upon his shoulders. He must have noticed me admiring him for his pace slowed and he took a glance straight into my mind. Penetrating were his eyes, intensely green as glowing candles floating on the Dead Sea to guide the spirits home. My head cowered into his chest a little, but my eyes stayed locked on his.
    "What do I call you?" I asked quietly, softly.
    He turned away from me, facing forward once more.
    Feeling denied, I turned away as well, pondering this new story of the silent man.
    All to quickly, I heard a voice in my mind. "You may call me Ahearn, though you need not know more now, just wait."
    I no longer feared him.   
    "Where.." I stopped myself before finishing the question, although he answered me anyway, and this time he spoke aloud.
    "We are headed to a long forgotten cathedral in a forest of untamed trees. I must show you something of importance."
    His voice seemed to waver through the air around us. No longer forceful, but serene as the spirits who watched us travel. Hiding behind the trees in faerie like form, giggling softly at my nude body, but appreciating it nonetheless.
    Being as close to him as I was physically, I felt even closer to him emotionally. My hand raised to his cheek, and laid softly against his skin, comforting what I knew was beneath the ice which seems to have been caressing him for centuries. Reacting to my hand, he leaned in, letting me wrap my arms around his neck, pulling my head up next to his, and resting my chin on his shoulder. My warm mouth inches from his ear. I took this chance to whisper.
    "What has happened to you?"
    Jolting quickly, he stopped in his tracks.
    My heart jumped, eyes widened, hands shaking.
    "I'm sorry!" I quickly brought myself to say, frightened.
    His chest raised as he took a long deep breath. I saw his eyes look down to me, then return to the path ahead.
    "We will be there soon." He said quietly. A moments later he continued, hesitantly. "I'm sorry for what I have to show you."
    Still trembling, I relaxed what I could of my body and laid back into his arms. We moved at a steady pace for a few more minutes until he came to a stop once more, letting me out of his arms, handling me as a golden egg. To be shattered is to be gone.
    The spirits giggled with knowledge unknown, and trampled off to their hiding places within the misty trees.
    Ahearn made a small gesture of his hand and the mist moved to the side as flocks of birds dance in the sky. Behind them lie a cathedral, small, but elegant. Deserted, but full of character. Surrounded by tall, ancient trees that could speak every language when only the wind blew. I stared at them in amazement, thinking of Leo and his love for nature. A slight smile adorned my face. He would have loved it here.
    Dew drops created diamonds upon the leaves, only seen in the moon's glowing light. I looked up and my dear moon smiled back. That same smile I've seen on him forever. For whenever I need happiness, he is always there.