It had only been four months since the accident that took Maggie's sweet Jonathan away from her and yet the little cottage by the sea still smelled of him and she still expected him to burst through the door in song as he always did. He had been her life, her whole world for three years, the six months before the accident they had been husband and wife. It had never been an issue that they would move to Ireland to live on his family's land. Maggie had been so excited to be a happy housewife on a little farm of their very own, now she was alone and she swore the land mourned with her.<br/><br/>The farm was flourishing, the cow was producing, and the chickens were laying better than they had when Jon had worked it, but Maggie thought nothing of it, just like she thought nothing of keeping to the customs of the old world by making sure that she left the Pooka's share of her crops, cream and lavender cookies for her house fae, and bread with dark beer for the barn fae, and a nice big bowl of cream for the odd little black cat that seemed to have taken a liking to her lately. Having grown up in Salem her entire life Maggie had been around the superstitious and believers her whole life so faeries weren't all that abnormal of a thing to believe in.<br/><br/>Waves crashed hard against the rocky shore just outside of the little cottage as a hard, cold, rain poured down in sheets, the sound almost deafening. There in the small living room the tv flickered with life, images of a beautiful brunette in a simple white lace wedding dress and a handsome dark haired gentleman dressed in a white button down with a black tie and a pair of black pants. The pair were holding each other close as they danced, the woman's head on the man's shoulder as he whispers in her ear. On the couch was the same woman, an oversized gray sweater falling off her left shoulder, denim clad legs curled under her. In her right hand was a large glass of red wine, her left clutching a tissue. Silvery blue eyes had become red with her hours of endless crying, her cheeks carrying the stains of the rivers of tears that had been spilled.<br/><br/>Lightning crashed outside and Maggie Mae Harper Flynn nearly jumped out of her skin as she swore she saw the little cat that she had been feeding lately. Uncurling herself from the couch she moved to the kitchen door and opened it a crack as she made kissing noises. "Come on little one, you'll get sick out there." Waiting for a few moments she watched as the cat disappeared into the barn. "Suit yourself, there should be plenty of mice in there to keep you full." She managed a small smile as she closed the door and returned to the couch.