For once, Murk Mogandell allowed himself to relax. Perhaps it was the fact that Theo was safely in his room, where nothing could hurt him. Perhaps it was because he was surrounded by gleaming white flowers that he couldn't help but feel at ease.
Either way, he was crossed legged in the field, feeling the petals move in the wind, caressing his skin.
He heard footsteps and didn't even have to open his eyes to know what it was Dia. She walked so soundlessly that he could barely hear her, and no one could match her gait.
She sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"You look at peace, Morgan." Murk opened his eyes at the sound of her voice and graced a hand over the white petals.
"I love magnolias," he murmured quietly. She smiled and stood, walking away.
That next morning, when Murk awoke, there was a bundle of white flowers—magnolias—at his feet. He wondered why Dia went to such lengths for just a moment, before he breathed in the soft scent, a pleasant aroma, and decided that he didn't mind.
From the hallway, hands stained with grass, Theo gave a smile.
