Chapter 12 Eleven

• As I gazed out at the garden below the balcony, a tranquil feeling washed over me. The sun was shining, and the gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers up to me. My mother sat beside me, quietly sipping her tea, lost in thought. Zevran had left us alone, but I had noticed the way his eyes lingered on my mother. It seemed like he had something to say, but he held back.
• Leaning against the banister, I felt the wind playfully tousling my hair, which hung beyond my shoulder. Unlike my mother, I didn't share her love for plants and flowers, a hobby that never quite appealed to me. In front of me, two narra trees stood tall, and I noticed a cradle made of rope and wood hanging from a large tree branch behind our neighbor's house, surrounded by hog wire and a metal gate.
• “How are you, Dear?” my mother had asked, breaking the silence between us.