Hushed Willows i will hang the moon and sun

His answer had been far more intriguing than she could have expected. She anticipated a reply of perhaps going for a stroll or merely looking around but he had said a word she did not know.

Garden? She questioned in a slightly hushed tone, brows pulling together to convey her confusion with the word. Context clues would tell her the collection of plants was perhaps the garden but what made those plants a garden compared to everything else? Or was everything a garden and she had just been left in the dark?

Embarassment threatened to gnaw her into nothing but she held still — calm — as she awaited his response.