Apples of my Eye

Corbie was working her way through the orchard, checking on the blossoms of the fruits. She had been a bit concerned that there may not have been quite enough frosts over the winter to coax the fruit trees to properly bloom, but the trees were heavy enough to promise a respectable harvest when the time came.

She was surprised when she pressed through the bushes to come out nearly under Balian's hooves, but she was happy enough to see the big stallion, even if she'd narrowly missed running right into him. "Good morning, Balian," she said cheerfully, as unruffled as though she'd just come upon him in the normal way rather than popping up underfoot. "How have you been doing?"