[ It doesn't take long to reach the gardens, with his help that first time she'd made quick work of memorizing the routes there.
Maybe its strange, then, that it took his offer for her to remember them. Trying to think on her way over had taken some work; when exactly had she last thought about the flowers here? Some distant time ago, gardens meant quite a lot.
Do they still now? There's no answer until she arrives, then it's a little more clear. Between the returning buds of life and the soft shade of what's managed to hold up against everything trying to plow it down there's a strong wash of relief.
Syllona touches a hand to each tree as she walks further in, lingering... It's only when she sees a peek of blonde, curly hair that she knows she's found the right spot.
A good greeting doesn't come quickly to mind, so instead she makes sure she's made enough noise with her approach and crouches to sit next to him.
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Maybe its strange, then, that it took his offer for her to remember them. Trying to think on her way over had taken some work; when exactly had she last thought about the flowers here? Some distant time ago, gardens meant quite a lot.
Do they still now? There's no answer until she arrives, then it's a little more clear. Between the returning buds of life and the soft shade of what's managed to hold up against everything trying to plow it down there's a strong wash of relief.
Syllona touches a hand to each tree as she walks further in, lingering... It's only when she sees a peek of blonde, curly hair that she knows she's found the right spot.
A good greeting doesn't come quickly to mind, so instead she makes sure she's made enough noise with her approach and crouches to sit next to him.
She smiles, small and tired. ]