The weeks had been busy and all-consuming; almost as if it had been purposefully orchestrated, to perhaps negate the well of feelings and emotions threatening to buoy and consume. It was easier to wind her way through gardens, mend her creatures, and focus on Zavien’s needs through the trying and sacrificial efforts, than tend to anything miring its way through her mind.
So as the Dragoon approached, her head raised upwards from the weeds and herbs she’d been conspiring within, granting a wave so he wouldn’t miss her on the way by. “Hey!” She called in singsong, tucking her planting gloves back into her basket (also already laden with prepared foods – some poultry pieces cooked and spiced, heaping portions of seeds, cheeses, and fruits), and striding over. Meeting him halfway, she extended a kiss to his cheek, tucking her arm through his elbow amidst a brilliant grin. “I already found the perfect place,” steering him in that said direction. “How are things?” A hidden inquiry laden in there somewhere – but she figured if Sol had returned, he would’ve said so.
But still, the Caretaker had always been full of hope.
So as the Dragoon approached, her head raised upwards from the weeds and herbs she’d been conspiring within, granting a wave so he wouldn’t miss her on the way by. “Hey!” She called in singsong, tucking her planting gloves back into her basket (also already laden with prepared foods – some poultry pieces cooked and spiced, heaping portions of seeds, cheeses, and fruits), and striding over. Meeting him halfway, she extended a kiss to his cheek, tucking her arm through his elbow amidst a brilliant grin. “I already found the perfect place,” steering him in that said direction. “How are things?” A hidden inquiry laden in there somewhere – but she figured if Sol had returned, he would’ve said so.
But still, the Caretaker had always been full of hope.
Lena
