"Crepes," she said, resting her head on her knees and closing her eyes as the sun went higher on the horizon. "Come on; you'll want something to eat."
She stood up and reentered the house, opening the door for him. Heading into the kitchen, she began to move around, taking various things from the fridge to prepare the food. "You can go ahead and sit down. Do you want juice?"
She pulled out the bottle and poured him a glass, coming over and setting it on the table in front of him.
"Sure," she said, returning to the stove, her back to him. Her hair was messy, pulled into a bun that exposed her graceful neck. Occasionally, she would flick her hand to summon an ingredient, but for the most part, she remained silent.
She brought a plate over to him and stretched slightly, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm going to go change, okay?"
She hesitated before rubbing his back, not in a romantic way, but more trying to be supportive. "It'll be a good day, Sam. You'll see."
The room was full of pixies. It wasn't really a room so much as a roof. Eden had led him into the Glen until they had reached cherry blossom trees and they had found a large roof that seemed to have risen out of the ground itself. Large roots reached up to support the ceiling, and there were fresh carvings in the wood. On the ground, the grass was left exposed, but large, flat stones had been moved to act as seating and table. As they entered, the pixies' gazes turned to them and landed lightly on Sam, their brows furrowing in confusion.
