It was our first Thanksgiving together. A Human holiday I'd never particularly identified with... until now. I sat at the dining room table with a glass of 30 year old whiskey, neat, and silently watched all the chaos around me.
Rain was in the kitchen bouncing between the stove, the sink and the counter; slicing, shopping, stirring. An occasional stop by the oven to check on the turkey and she started the circuit all over again. Lily moved around on her own busy trajectory, the two of them managing somehow to never be in each other's way.
The back door stood open and the warm autumn California sunshine came in on a sweet breeze. Glancing outside I took a moment to appreciate the roses and cannas that were still blooming thanks to a long summer. The sky was gradient blue; milky to saturated in its transitioning shades and a faint smear of clouds kissed the horizon.
The sound of laughter brought my gaze back to the kitchen where Drason was chopping carrots, apparently incorrectly, and Rain was teasing him about it. Kheelan stood leaning against the wall between the kitchen and living room, his feet crossed at the ankle as he popped cashews into his mouth.
Rain had moved to the sink and was washing her knife, laughing at something Kheelan said and flicking water at him from her fingertips. He made his way to her in two long strides and wrapped his arms around her, pinning hers to her sides so he could wet one hand and return her splashes, making her giggle.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched Kheelan change his hold on her, his arms relaxing from playful imprisonment to an affectionate embrace. He pressed several kisses to her cheek before Rain turned her head to claim a quick kiss on the mouth.
Now. Now I understood the holiday and it had nothing to do with the pilgrims, Indians or food, it was the people who made it special.
Kheelan, my best friend since childhood, had never given up on me all the years I was gone from Faerie. And Rain, the one of a kind woman who brought me to life long before she broke my curse.
Rain met my gaze and looked a question at me which I answered with a smile. I watched as she came around the island, drying her hands on a towel as she walked. Arriving at my side I sat my glass down and wrapped my arms around her hips from where I sat, looking up into her beautiful face.
She stroked my hair before letting her hands rest on my shoulders, "Are you all right?" she asked, and her concern for me always warmed me to my bones.
I smiled up at her, "Yes la mia bellizza, I'm perfectly wonderful. I promise."