Seeds of romance

Nerian hid tears of hurt and loneliness, behind her neutral facial expression, they burned only the back of her eyes and did not come forth,

Her body ached everywhere as tendrils of mother natures kiss still clung to her virgin body. Her quest for the blue hued plant was as futile as her love for Ragnar.

Thoughts about him only caused her throat to burn as well she shoved all thoughts aside and tried to meditated as she made the trips from Horizion ridge to the bay, transplanting whole plants careful not to damage roots as she dug up the plants or reburied them.

She made this garden close to a small fresh water lake. Making sure to bring every plant thistle had planted and this time plant them in neat little OCD rows. She planted her own plants along side it and then some poppy seeds.

Nerian dug until her nails bled so intent on the task she didn't feel pain. Though as night fell she collapsed in a heap next to the fresh garden and closed her eyes intending on sleeping away both her physical pain and the other pain that plagued her.