Ravensblood Forest The whispered promise

Palisander snorted in amusement. He knew clearly what they were but he was not sure what kind of ritual she was doing right now. The male quirked up his lips softly when she teased him. "I am, and I know that is a rose. I just wanted to know your purpose," he asked. This might be a better way to formulate these questions.

He plopped his but down and looked at all the other herbs and plants. Perhaps he was a drying process, but he hoped that it was for something else, something to that would link to romance. Soon all the pants would die and the trees would shed their colorful leaves. Then they wouldn't be surrounded by flowers anymore.