She smiled as she picked up a surface thought. Marty was thinking about how much he loved her green eyes and how they looked after he had just made he... come. He loved putting that look into her eyes. Mary sighed.If he didn’t love her as he thought he did, it would cost them a lot later. She wasn’t clairvoyant and had to go by her instincts and the fact that the rings believed that he was meant for her. Come what may, he was hers now.She didn’t want to give him up either and suspected that her. He had to admit he enjoyed it and the quirky twists she had added to make it as much an Australian holiday as an American celebration. She had found that the Yolngu people of Arnhem Land held a ceremony to wish the spirits of those who had died that year well on their journey to the island where the spirits dwelt. It didn’t matter to her that they lived over three thousand miles from Arnhem Land as she fell in love with the story and decided to incorporate it as a way to conclude her now famous. She arrived at the appointed time, and stood outside before two of the guardsmen, before entering. They said nothing, but seemed to have a smirk upon their faces, as they held the great oaken door open for her. The Enchantress glared at them but did nothing else. She could not afford any type of incident, today of all days. As she entered the hall, she saw the all-father gathered in close conference with several other figures near his throne. Several of them she recognized, but there was. "He's a little groggy from the medicine they gave him but otherwise he's okay. They're going to take him up to his room soon. We won't be able to visit him anymore until tomorrow. Why don't you go in and talk to him real quick?" Okay," she said, standing. "I'll be back in a little bit."She left the room leaving me alone with her mother. We looked at each other for a moment and finally she took a seat next to me. She sat stiffly upright."You didn't have to stay you know," she told me."I wanted.