Violet
Two more days passed before we left.
Two days of carefully avoiding prolonged conversations, of Mira's knowing looks and gentle suggestions that we 'talk things through' despite the excuse Rowan had given her. It was strange how she pried and talked a lot, but knew when to not touch on an issue at the same time.
It was somewhat eerie even.
We all stood outside, bags packed, and the morning sun casting long shadows across the carefully tended wood land.
Mira and Bae had come out to see us off.
Rowan looked a lot different without his coat. He had packed it away in the large satchel bag Mira had given him, and now he wore only the loose shirt and trousers she'd found for him. The fabric hung on him in a way that somehow made him look bigger than before. His broad shoulders filled out the simple clothing a lot more, and the movement of muscle was slightly visible beneath the already thick material when he shifted his weight.
