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”Yes.” He seldom wandered the lands without purpose, after all. Now when he had learned what made a home, he had grown uncharacteristically fond of it. He even dared to hope for the day when the caged bird would sing to him once again. But China needed to be loved and cared for. He didn’t know if it was right for her to remain here. Salsola was home to monsters, and he wasn’t certain if delicate flowers could bloom here. This place suited his skewed morals quite nicely, but China was of a different breed.
”Is it you I should thank for taking such good care of it?” Salvia and her giant of a father had always been taken for granted; everything had. He could see how his passiveness was wrong when he was supposed to be a piece of something bigger. He stepped closer, uncertain if it was the correct choice to make. He could turn and leave, and they could spend another day learning to know more than each other’s names. But one step at the time in the same direction, and one day he would find that he had gone far.
Calm sunsets wandered to the animal closest to her, though irises were not loaded with curiosity.
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