Enjoy the fresh air she did!
After simmering down, Arabella still held her knees to her chest and sniveled between breaths.
Emeric sat down by her side, looking mostly into her eyes, amused by whatever thought coursed his mind.
"You know, the last time I saw those eyes in front of me I…," he cleared his throat when the young woman turned to him.
"My great grandfather Abel during the war, yes… I know the story," she squished her mouth and nose against her legs.
"Right! You do! I knew that, of course," he chuckled.
"How did you know?" her voice remained brittle.
"Well, let us just say that the dead do keep tabs on the living," he nodded.
"I think I visited this place before, but the last time I did. I saw my mother," she hummed, her eyes drifting back to the grass that danced to the sweet breeze's whims, "Can I see her again?"
