The little cat was wild yet its fur was not matted and manged like many that tended to live alone. After all the rocky coast lands were not a place where a wild black cat could easily survive, yet it was Maggie alone who invited this creature to her home. With its deep golden eyes the kind that could pinprick the night with little glints. It had watched her. Often in fact from a distance as it seemed content simply to linger.<br/><br/>Tonight however as the thunder rolled over the emerald cliffs and waves battered stone and sand it did not. The American woman may have seen it enter the barn but there was something off; A stillness in the air between the calm of the clapping thunder and heavy rain.<br/><br/>Had she not known that to entertain superstition was to invite it into your life? Between flashes of light Maggie might have seen frame of a man standing before the cracked barn door before it swung open freely. It was storming but the winds were not whipping. It should not have threw open the heavy Barn door open like that. But there she was now bearing witness to the fact.<br/><br/>There were moments in life that dictated the type of person you were. The cautious practiced restraint and fortified their position in the face of the unknown, but that was not Maggie, not the way that the Faerie had noticed. She was a brave heart. Given everything to travel a far land on the whim of love, and Morven the Flynn families Pooka host had watched her often. The love between Maggie and Jonathan pleased it. It had been a long time since it had been the guest of lovers.<br/><br/>Yet even love fades with time in unexpected ways. To grasp onto love was to hold onto sand without letting it slip through your fingers, it was all but impossible with rotation of destinies unexpected plan. Her mourning was a pang unto its mind. In solace it had mourned too for the fallen patriarch. Jonathan was a kind man of the old families who used to tend these lands.<br/><br/>The storm intensified and with a cracking bolt light flooded the home in a startling flash. Anticipation stole bated breath as the sound in the distance finally clapped. Just as Maggie had settled back in the front door of her small cottage cracked open as a small dark figure slipped through. After a moment a gust fully opened the door causing it to crash against the wall. And a sickening sweet smell of earthy nature and fragrant flower filled the house.<br/><br/>Gold eyes lurked the shadows and watched the woman in grief.<br/><br/><b> “Maggie…” </b>A familiar voice called out from the empty space of the home to her. From the shadows the black cat with fur dry and eyes gleaming casually swayed from the dark and laid itself down upon the ground before she could really question.