I could go a lifetime without intense heat and not miss it.
[ She means it and laughs softly. ] I suppose it could get hot in Boston, but there were swimming pools and oceans, at least. But never in Scotland; the warmest I think it might have gotten was near the eighties. Heaven forbid, I thought my husband would die of heat stroke.
[ Another fond smile before Claire's smile widens. ]
We'll get that tree done, and perhaps even have some sort of large gathering near by. A supper, perhaps.
[ Her ideas are running away with her, thinking of the holidays she should have spent at Lallybroch, and her missed holidays with Bree. It wouldn't completely fill the void, but sharing in some holiday spirit would be nice. As for the witch trial, Claire begins to add crushed cardamom pods to what she's decided will be a rooibos tea, thinking back to the trial. ]
At the end of the day, it came down to simply being an intelligent woman at a time when men took great offense to such things. I was too young and naive to realize it at the time, but my healing was too much for some. A boy had been written off as possessed and was dying by the time I got to him, but he was simply accidentally poisoned by something he ate. When he got well after I tended to him, it wasn't seen as helpful at all.
[ Smelling the tea so far, she clsoes her eyes for a second, then grabs a bit of clove. ]
It wasn't long after that my husband was conveniently sent away by his uncle and I was left alone. That made it easy to arrest me; I think they were hoping Jamie would be far enough away that news wouldn't reach him in time to do anything. It nearly worked. He arrived...well, let's just say he has impeccable timing.
[ Her back burns with the phantom whipping, but she's fine speaking about it. In fact, she smiles again. ]
He's always quietly suspected I was a witch, but my new ability would delight him if he were here.
when u blink and somehow a week has gone by. so sorry!
[ She means it and laughs softly. ] I suppose it could get hot in Boston, but there were swimming pools and oceans, at least. But never in Scotland; the warmest I think it might have gotten was near the eighties. Heaven forbid, I thought my husband would die of heat stroke.
[ Another fond smile before Claire's smile widens. ]
We'll get that tree done, and perhaps even have some sort of large gathering near by. A supper, perhaps.
[ Her ideas are running away with her, thinking of the holidays she should have spent at Lallybroch, and her missed holidays with Bree. It wouldn't completely fill the void, but sharing in some holiday spirit would be nice. As for the witch trial, Claire begins to add crushed cardamom pods to what she's decided will be a rooibos tea, thinking back to the trial. ]
At the end of the day, it came down to simply being an intelligent woman at a time when men took great offense to such things. I was too young and naive to realize it at the time, but my healing was too much for some. A boy had been written off as possessed and was dying by the time I got to him, but he was simply accidentally poisoned by something he ate. When he got well after I tended to him, it wasn't seen as helpful at all.
[ Smelling the tea so far, she clsoes her eyes for a second, then grabs a bit of clove. ]
It wasn't long after that my husband was conveniently sent away by his uncle and I was left alone. That made it easy to arrest me; I think they were hoping Jamie would be far enough away that news wouldn't reach him in time to do anything. It nearly worked. He arrived...well, let's just say he has impeccable timing.
[ Her back burns with the phantom whipping, but she's fine speaking about it. In fact, she smiles again. ]
He's always quietly suspected I was a witch, but my new ability would delight him if he were here.