the secret garden

He didn’t think about saying anything in case Duchess didn’t realize he had stopped, Indy’s bright blue eyes fell back to her as she stopped and returned to his side. Her expression was sweet, but Indy wondered if she was capable of looking anything but just that. The boy grinned as his gaze lingered on her smiling face, she commented much the same as how he felt. Seeing the sun again and feeling it trickle through the branches was like liquid hope. Hope that spring would return and the cold would only be a distant memory. Sitting there beside Duchess he could almost imagine the balmy summer’s eve. With crickets chirping along with frogs in the background and a gentle breeze would play in Duchess’s sun warmed fur.

His own dark lips pulled up in a grin at the thought and he returned his eyes to the bare canopy. He only barely withheld a sigh as reality reacquainted with him. ”It is.” He agreed as he tried to sneak another glance her way. ”I wish it was green. I miss life being in the forest. I miss gathering herbs and cultivating my plants.” Indigo went on to confess softly, a part of the reason he was where he was when they met. He wanted so bad for these southernmost tips to show signs of warmth and life, but he was sorely disappointed.