My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve laughs softly, nodding at his request, drawing her hand back after tucking a stray curl behind his ear only for it to come loose a second later. "You absolutely can. There isn't much gardening to be done right now with it being so chilly out, but once the seasons change we'll have plenty of work to do." He might not have the patience for it, but a lot can be done in just a few minutes. A child pulling weeds with the motivation of pleasing their mother was a force to be reckoned with.
"Alright, I know you said you wanted to do size order, but I want you to open this one next." Maeve reaches for a larger package. This one is wrapped in black paper and tied with an orange ribbon. It's fairly squishy in his hands, definitely seeming like something rather soft and pliant. Inside he'll find a beautiful blanket. The hue matching that of a Torchline sunset. There are delicate gold and silver stars stitched into the fabric along with his name.
"Alright, I know you said you wanted to do size order, but I want you to open this one next." Maeve reaches for a larger package. This one is wrapped in black paper and tied with an orange ribbon. It's fairly squishy in his hands, definitely seeming like something rather soft and pliant. Inside he'll find a beautiful blanket. The hue matching that of a Torchline sunset. There are delicate gold and silver stars stitched into the fabric along with his name.
Maeve
