[/html]He turned at the sound of her sorrow, though it was only slightly known in her tone. Oak nodded once, her generosity greatly appreciated. His mother would certainly appreciate the color, the orchards were simply green in the summer season. The garden of the Dreamers could not be forgotten by the matriarch. Perhaps Oak could bring her some comfort in the flowers. They needed tending too as well, and she was magical in her ways of reviving those that were on the brink of death.
The male took up the pot that she addressed, wondering if butterflies would make the Berwick cider house more like home. Thank you. She will love these. he gave a smile of graciousness.
She certainly couldn’t have known that her short words had given the male many things to think about. He wanted to know about the god she spoke of, he wanted to know more about how he protected his believers and if it was all even true. He knew that some gods were real while other had been made up. Anu believed in the powers of the sun, while others saw it only as a star. But there was no denying the powers of her deity. Without it they were left in darkness and cold. That was far more tangible then the image of a beast with a hammer, defending against the ferocity of nature. But what if there were things that he had yet to see that spoke of Thor’s presence?
He looked back to her and walked towards the door, wondering if fate had brought them together for any reason in particular and then added, It was nice to meet you Lilin, and thank you again.
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