// where your body hears the words of the sun //
She gave another quick smile, uncertain whether his comment was meant to ruffle; only mild discomfited – she’d only meant to cater to whatever his quest required. It hadn’t been her venture, and she certainly didn’t want to ruin the undertaking if there were specifics mentioned. Nodding then, she released his hand only to start gathering the tools in her basket, and begin unloading them so they could be utilized. “Did you want to plant anything in particular?” This patch had been selected because it’d been an odd and end mixture of things and herbs that hadn’t made it into any of her main portions – some seeds she’d collected on various journeys and tried to cultivate through familiar means, others simply beautiful and decorative.
Supposing he might have something, or nothing, in mind, she also snagged at a few satchels at her disposal, leaving them out for him to peruse while she began selecting a section for them to use. Amongst and amidst the images on the front were the ever pleasant lavender, sweetgrass, snow moss, and a trace of wildflowers, known to be popular amongst pollinators.
Supposing he might have something, or nothing, in mind, she also snagged at a few satchels at her disposal, leaving them out for him to peruse while she began selecting a section for them to use. Amongst and amidst the images on the front were the ever pleasant lavender, sweetgrass, snow moss, and a trace of wildflowers, known to be popular amongst pollinators.
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
