Scheherezade sighed at the dropped tray whose contents now littered her floor. Moving back to the door, she picked up the fallen contents, place them back on the tray and pick the tray up and place it on the nightstand. Running a weary hand over her face, Sam moved back to the balcony doors. The night outside was beautiful.
She didn't know why what Jaimie said had made her so angry... no, not angry...it hurt her. His words had hurt her. Why did his words hurt? Why did she care if a backwater hick and some country that wasn't her own in a run-down bed and breakfast she now own those she had no loyalty to? She shouldn't, should she? But that didn't mean that words hurt any less.?
Scheherezade stood at the balcony doors looking over the beautiful night scene. She wanted to go for a walk. Need to think. That was what she did at home when her emotions ran high. Went for a walk...did some self-reflection.?
?
(Callum)?
?
Callum appeared on the flagstones laid out below the high balcony, summoned by the agitated feelings coming from Scheherezade above him and Jaimie in the crofting below him.? He wondered what had happened to upset the two of them so.? For once, it did not seem that Kirstene was behind it.
?
"Good eve to you, Mistress Sam," the laird called up.? "Tis a fine night out, is it not?"? He admired her beauty in the moonlight for a moment, then inquired "Would you be liking to take a wee walk?? I can summon Brutus if ye're concerned about any beasties that might be wandering in the night."