Swiftcurrent Creek breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out

He watched her from a distance—a certain trace of awe found in a man who was hopeful for a fresh start in life. Eshe was a breath of fresh air—an escape from the pain of his dead wife… of his ex-lover. Of those who had said they were friends, but had ran the first chance they could—

—maybe, a breath of fresh air for children, too, if they were exactly like her. And not as corrupt as him—not as… dark and twisty.

Of course, it was with mild interest and amusement he watched her flounce over to something she had scattered so carefully upon the ground. And then promptly flop over and begin to roll around in it.

He blinked.

He pondered.

He held back a laugh as he emerged from the shadowed foliage, champagne eyes looking down at her as he neared, standing close and above her. “So this is how you do it,” he mused aloud—pleased at solving the riddle of why she always smelled like… Serenity. And home.