Tag: spring x 1

She stepped into the garden, blue eyes scanning the dead flowers and withered vines before turning her gaze to the sky. A few hours left before sundown she reckoned, long enough to clean the remnants of last year’s bounty and make way for what spring had to offer.

Niviene knelt by a flower bed, an empty basket at her side, her pruning shears in her lap as she reached out to touch the dark earth beneath the remains of her garden. She closed her eyes and let the dirt sift between her fingers willing enchantments of health and prosperity into the soil, envisioning large blossoms, flourishing in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the heavy canopy of trees that gave Duskwood its name. She pictured colorful butterflies flitting...