secrets-of-a-noble-key-keeper

Reality depends a great deal upon one believing what he sees__r seeing what he believes. Either way.

When the girl didn__ move, Gavin summoned her near with his fingers. His heart thrummed as she obeyed, stepping up close to him. Her young stature was much shorter than his tall, wiry form. Gavin regarded her prettiness - pale cheeks, pink lips, inquisitive eyes. Fascinated by her, he longed to know her name. __ho are you?_ he asked. He heard the girl utter the same question at the same time. Cocking his head, he claimed, __ asked you first._ __o you didn__,_ she protested, shaking her red-hooded head, __ asked you at the same time you asked me._ Gavin grinned at her insistence. It was hard for him not to chuckle. __ell, then, I suppose we__l have to go with __irls first_._ His grin widened into a white smile. The girl gestured to herself. ____ Little Red Riding Hood._ He recognized the name of a fairytale character, and groaned under his breath at not having discovered this dreamer__ real name. __ctually,_ she confessed almost immediately, ____ not really Red Riding Hood. My name is Annabelle, but I__ pretending to be her because_well_because this is my dream and that__ what I wish to dream abo

The truth is that few know the truth.

Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious, but she didn__ open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead, the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done. All at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet, merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the