we are honey and the bee

Poem squealed lightly in surprise as Sparhawk wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her like he’d missed her as much as she missed him. Life was brighter when he was next to her, and he chased all of her sorrows away. He kissed her all over and she grinned brightly as he confessed to his long desire to do so. She returned a few of his kisses before reluctantly returning to her duties. They would have plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company now that he had joined her here in Abaven.

He told her that he liked the land thus far, but she had a feeling he was talking more about her. They could have lived anywhere, and she knew that he would be content to brave the future beside her. Their pace was slow, but only because they couldn’t keep their eyes from each other and keep their feet on the path. She hadn’t thought that she would be so distracted. She smiled along with him as he spoke of Theory and the moments leading up to when she’d been called in for the surprise.

”What? Me? Stealing hearts?” Had she stolen Sparhawk’s heart? The question not even need asked, but she’d argue that it was him stealing her heart. Sparhawk was just as interesting in learning the lay of the land as she was, and it was an odd turn the conversation suddenly took. Poem did her best to hide her emotions about the statement for now. Shesmiled over at him softly. ”Yes, my father lives here with us.” The answer was easy, and she was ever grateful to Samara that she could say that about her Tato. He was busy with her little brothers and sisters these days. They were keeping him very busy, but that was a good thing.

Poem hadn’t planned to take him to the rapids quite yet, but maybe it was better to get it over with sooner rather than later. ”We should go meet my mother now.” Her sadness crept in but Poem remained mostly unchanged as she veered directions and led him outside of Abaven’s borders. They were supposed to be temporary borders, but she hadn’t had the heart to ask Theory when they would return. She grew quiet as they walked and leaned more heavily against him as the approached the old oak tree. Shaye and her aunt Vail were both here.

”Hey, Mom.” She whispered softly before leaving Sparhawk’s side to press her forehead to the old bark. Tears had already sprung to her eyes, but she blinked them back and looked up into the full canopy. ”This is Sparhawk.” Poem continued, chancing a glance back to Sparhawk, hoping he didn’t get too confused about him introducing a tree. She started truly crying, the tears wet her cheeks and she returned blue and lavender eyes to the grass beneath her feet. ”I love him.” Though she was filled with sorrow and still desperately missed Shaye, a small smile returned to her lips as those perfect words slipped from her dark lips.