Jade Fern Grove but you are dressed in night and snow

She stared through blurry vision at the herbs laid upon the ground for him.

Not inclined to stop his silent approach.

Every time she grew a bit more selfish in his presence. She was unsure if the behavior was encouraged and nurtured. Perhaps it was not a selfishness at all. Perhaps it was a safe space for her to unravel everything.

When I arrived here, Carefully glanced around to the jade tops of the grove. I thought it tragically funny how much I care for Rivenwood.

I cherished the good things you shared and I worried over the bad that you fold me into. I would eagerly tend to you any hour you called. I search for your wayward mother and I think dearly of the children left behind.

Sometime I cannot tell where my heart is, Mahler.

Only know would she try to muster the strength to set her green gaze upon his own lilac.