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She was left alone, hearing only the winds around her.
She grabbed her bag. "I'm all ready."
She chuckled. "I would never doubt myself on that decision."
She laughed. "Oh, good. Though, I'm not good at growing trees."
Sariel went to the field again, pursing his lips before allowing himself to lay on his back in the grass, stretching out his wings and relaxing as...
"Would you buy my pinecones?" she asked, looking at him playfully. "I know they're you're favorite."
He blinked, hesitating as if he weren't sure what to do with himself. "Of course.." he said, looking around uncertainly before walking off.
"A book I got from the library. Maybe I should start selling pinecones, too."
He said nothing more, watching her go as Sariel followed with a sort of resignation.
She nodded. "I learned that recently."
"That's not how I see you, Adeline," he said lowly. "I see you as someone who was taken here unwillingly," he glared at Sariel, "and now you don't...
She nodded slightly, turning back to tend to some tulips. "Did you know that pinecones are flowers?"
He brought his hand down on the table roughly. At this, Sariel looked alert, his wings unfolding slightly as the feathers ruffled, much like a...
She nodded brightly. "Mhm. You're a sunflower to me."
She would be able to tell Zad was restrained, trying hard to maintain a professional composure. There may have been a time long ago before this...
"It means sunflower! Mon tournesol!"
His ears folded back in irritation. "This 'moment of weakness' could have been easily avoided had you been more responsible with yourself."
She grinned, patting his head. "Tournesol."
"I don't want you to push yourself past the point of physical capabilities," he said, his voice stern and sharp.
She grinned. "It does?"
