Khaat hadn't thought much about the something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue buisness yet. The gown certainly fit the something old, and the liner dress beneath the lace fit the something new. She hadn't thought of the other two things. She just shrugged and looked at Jess. She hadn' gotten that far in her plans. Wearing blue would be hard with that green necklace permanantly around her neck. She had gotten used to planning her entire wardrobe around green, even though it was not her favorite color. She figured eventually the rest would just sort of fall into place. And actually, the events of the day had just thrown her. She just felt "off" and not where she wanted to be. And the loss of her voice frustrated her, despite her father saying it was temporary.
As for Brian, he had needed some time with the guys. Time to de-stress. He had had four--or was it five--glasses of firewhiskey. Enough to feel mellow but not enough to be really drunk. He had been looking forward to a decent night's sleep.
And it was just what he didnt' get. Khaat had been too frightened of what her dreams might hold to take her sleeping potion. She did not want to be trapped in her dreams by the potion and unable to wake up and escape them. He had not made her take it. And it felt to him like the very instant she would start to doze off, she would bolt straight upright in bed, shaking, terrified out of her wits, and unable to scream. It had happened so many times that he had not gotten any restful sleep at all. And he felt worse for the trying. When day started to break, he wasn't sure whether he was glad to see morning at last or to be frustrated by the fact that it had come and gone and he hadn't been allowed even a few moment's sleep. He woke now to see her side of the bed was empty. She was up and gone. He wasn't sure whether to panic or to be relieved. Instead, his head fell back to the pillow, and he sighed, frustrated, He groaned and after a moment, he got up and put on a pair of jeans and a shirt and headed, barefoot, out to the kitchen.
Angus was up. He met Brian with coffee. Angus could already read Brian's face. "You look like hell, Mate," he said.
"Where is she?" he asked. Angus pointed outside to the beach where Brian could see the clear figure of Khaat in a flowing white sundress, sitting out on the sand. She was wrapped in her favorite, oversized, pink shawl to ward off the chill of the pre-dawn sea breezes. Brian didn't like the fact that she was there by herself. He started to head outside, and Angus laid his hand on Brian's shoulder.
"Wait," Angus said. "She's not alone. Just wait." It took a moment, but finally, he saw the cutting figure of her father come into view from down the beach a way. Robert sat down on the sand beside Khaat. Angus handed Brian a cup of coffee as Brian watched the scene play out. Robert put his arm around Khaat's shoulder. And then, slowly, she laid her head on his shoulder. Several more moments passed, and then he saw Robert wrap her into his arms as she curled her face into his neck. That was what Brian had been waiting all night to see. Her surrender. Surrendering to all the fear, the pain, the shame and the anger. It bothered him very little that she had chosen to give it to her father instead of him. He was just glad she had chosen to finally give it all up to somebody. And there was no one in the world he respected more than Robert. She was in safe hands. He heard himself sigh, and he didnt' know if it was fatigue or relief.