Anu was happy to give him this, and share her love for the little plants. The hope filled fey believed that he would make sure that this flower flourished. The weather was not as past summers had been, with much more rain then expected and helped against sun damage. The water could indeed bring disease, but the sufficient drainage would certainly help. Anu felt such plants, the gifts and the ones that she let leave with a little part of herself attached, always seemed to live well beyond the beginning of fall. And then, when its time had passed Anu would bring him another once spring came.
He was a good student, and Anu smiled as his concentration. It looked like he was taking in every step she gave, placing it in his memory for when she was no longer there to help. His comment made her laugh and she thought of all her little flower children at home. It did seem like they would be the only brood she bore herself, and still they were not completely hers. She wasn’t meant to be a mother, but a guardian and nurturer and nothing more.
“Of course I will, maybe with a brother or sister for her.” Anu teased, looking briefly at the flower that they sat beside.
Eyes drifted to the bird that still sat on his head. Blue eyes brightened as she asked,
“And what does Dagrun think?” It was an innocent question to ask about a very personal connection, and her smiled came only as a soft curve of her lips. She hated to pry, but Hemming didn’t seem too sensitive about what he shared with her. She just hoped the little spirit liked it too.