Before I Begin

The water laps softly at the shore and all is blue.

We have brought our breakfast to the lakeside this morning, enjoying the soft light and the silence before the busyness of the day truly begins. There are a few boats on the water already; Leigh waves a long hand towards us as he drifts slowly by, on his way back to the rose-tangled apothecary, where he'll spend his day elbows-deep in potions and petals. I can imagine the scent of him even from so far away: lavender, patchouli, rose - the odours have imbued his clothes and skin with their magic.

The elflings nibble daintily on their scones as they stare soft-eyed at the water. They are rarely so peaceful, but there is a magic at the lake. It is impossible not to be affected by the quiet water; even the breeze drifts calmly, barely ruffling the tendrils of hair sticking out from beneath their woollen caps.

Ahh, I would like to stay all day, whiling away the sunshine hours, but there are jobs to be done and animals to tend. But I shall stay a few moments more, breathe a few more calm breaths...

And then, begin.

Farewell Friends,

Love, Miss Evelyn x