Where It All Started
The little healer stood in the moor, fog swirling around her legs as she fought with herself internally. She wanted to call for Regulus, to let him know where she was so the two of them could spend time together. But she was also afraid doing so would bother him, thus pushing him further away. And she really didn't want that. All she wanted was to be close to Regulus, as friends or whatever else they might be. But what else could they be?
Whenever thoughts like that drifted into her mind, she always tried her best to banish them as soon as possible. It wasn't healthy to brood over such things, especially in vain. After all, even if Solveiga discovered she did have more than just friendly feelings toward the man, what would she do about it? Probably nothing.
The woman let out a sigh and brought her mind back to the present, looking down through the fog again with the intentions of finding and identifying more herbs. But in her distraction, she hadn't noticed that she had company. She flinched a bit in surprise when she felt him nudge her cheek, a laugh rumbling softly in her ear and going straight to her belly, where it woke up all the butterflies. She laughed a bit and turned to face Regulus, leaning her head back a bit so she could look up at him. He towered over her when they stood this close to each other. "Yes, a few," the healer said quietly. "And what brings you here, Regulus?"
Honestly, she asked this question out of more than just a desire to make small talk. She truly was curious as to what had brought him here. Especially considering she had just contemplated whether or not to call for him. Coincidence, or something more? Had he come looking for her? |
