Frankie (Through Time 4)
The prince took his mate into an embrace and whispered something Jazz could not hear as she played with Bray.
Ete smiled at Breslyn and then turned to Jazz to say softly, “You are certainly a favorite, for he has been telling me that he is too old to cuddle when I hug him.”
Jazz knuckled the boy’s belly and continued to tickle him as he laughed robustly and wiggled in her arms. She set him down and with a toss of his head (looking so much like his father), he said, “Look!”
A silver painted wooden sword was produced and he clutched it as he raised it high. “One day, Uncle Trevor, I shall be a warrior like my father.”
“Oh perhaps even more so,” said Trev grinning and Jazz noticed that Breslyn took no offense, only beamed proudly.
Jazz stood back and folded her arms, “Indeed, you have the knack already, Prince Bray.”
“Aunt Jazz,” the five year old said looking up at her, “I love you, and I like your yellow hair. Mama’s hair is pretty, but so is yours,” he said, turned and demanded, “Where is Frankie?”
“She should be here soon, but do you know what Uncle Trevor and I have for you?” Jazz said taking his hand and leading him to a large package on a sideboard table. He regarded the package with keen interest.
She put the large wrapped box in his hands, and the adults in the room all smiled as they watched Bray unconsciously rip the pretty wrapping to shreds.
He found the box held a set of trucks, pay loaders, Bobcats and various other vehicles, which Ete had told Jazz he was fascinated with.
Bray squealed and immediately went to work with the various vehicles.
Breslyn’s eyes softened and he pulled Ete to himself and kissed her forehead and then her nose and then whispered something in her ear.
But his mate had already sensed something was wrong and she moved away from him gently, touched Jazz and asked, “What is it? Has something happened? We took Bray to the human Disney playground in Florida and haven’t been to Tir yet. Are matters getting worse?”
Bray looked up and said, “Is it about the Dark?”
Everyone stopped what they were doing and all eyes were focused on Bray. Jazz smiled sweetly at him and asked, “What do ye mean, Bray?”
“The pretty glowing lady…she went all dark. Something is hurting her bad. It made me feel sick to watch. Then it was gone. I thought maybe it was a bad dream but I was awake,” Bray said and looked at his mother. “I was.”
“I know dear. It wasn’t a dream,” Ete said softly as she touched his ear.
“Bray, you saw a pretty glowing lady?” Jazz asked and he nodded vigorously.
Ete interjected at this point, “He has been getting visions these past few weeks. Not many, but enough. I was his age when it started for me, and they were very confusing to deal with. We have been trying to reassure him for they seem to trouble him a great deal.”
“Your visions were in a time of peace, Ete,” Jazz said. “I don’t think young Bray will have the same luxury. I am really worried…”
* * *
Frankie had just that moment shifted into the room and heard this last piece of conversation.
Bray instantly saw Frankie, jumped to his feet and ran to her, hugging her around her calves to say, “Frankie…will you take me
flying today?”
“I promise that we will talk to yer mother and father about it, and that some day soon, if they agree, we will go flying. How is that?”
“Brilliant,” said the five year old and everyone laughed.
“His new word,” said his mother.
Frankie was on her knees now taking his hands, “Now tell me what ye saw in yer dream.”
“Not really a dream, Frankie, I was awake when I saw her,” he said his beautiful smile fading.
“That is not a bad thing, Bray. It happens to me as well. Some of the time, we can stop bad things from happening,” Frankie told him.