DarkWarrioress
~ An Amethyst Mist ~
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A handful of flowers. A mix a summer measure of daisies, various jewels, and lavender.
She trod on bare feet through the mansion on her way to bed and found them, where only he lay flowers for her and smiled. A stop and a swoop to gather them up, admiring the colors he had chosen. Admiring the flowers themselves.
He hadn't forgotten.
Neither her or the promise of flowers.
The route changed. The path was now the kitchen and a vase of water. A floral arrangement of jeweled tones and hues, all sweet smelling and a feast for the eyes. Footsteps retraced to the study where his gift was left on her desk. A fingertip against glass just briefly.
She missed him. Even with her busy life. Even with the advent of Sir. She missed him and hoped he was doing well. Knowing him as she did, there wasn't any doubt.