The sun-dappled garden offered a tranquil escape, the air filled with the sweet fragrance of spring blossoms. Silver sat across the young boy she'd rescued from the marketplace, a steaming cup of herbal tea warming her hands.
The boy cradled a fine tea cup, steam coiling from the cup, he kept his gaze fixed on the liquid, a silent pool reflecting the sky.
He sat perched on the edge of his seat, his small frame tense and still. His small fingers, scarred and calloused despite his youth, traced the rim of the cup. The stillness between them stretched, not quite comfortable, not quite strained, just…waiting.
The tea, a fragrant blend of bergamot and Ceylon filled the air. Silver took a slow breath, the sweetness of the fragrant spring blossom filling her lungs.
"Do you like the tea?" Her voice was soft. She gently caressed the boys head as it bob in approval grinning ever so slightly.
