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06-27-2017, 10:03 PM
She received their humor well, recovering with only a slight blush that warmed her cheeks and subsequently, Roland's heart. By the time the leaves had settled on the ground at their feet she was joining in their laughter, brushing it off with a good natured smile. The Phantom could not help but grin in satisfaction, and was just as helpless against the urge to shower her with more compliments. His gaze followed hers when she glanced over her shoulder to Imogen, who was still in the aftershocks of her earlier amusement, a grinning spot of white perched among dark earthly hues and the bending boughs of the surrounding plants and herbs. The Phantom cast an appreciative wink in her direction, for sharing in his laughter, and then stepped back to let Lena pass as she motioned to the stretch of land that lay beyond the heated tent. He followed at her heels obediently, ducking under the flap and out into the open air. It felt immediately different, no longer swathed in a sluggish cloud of humidity and heat, and he felt a moment's regret at having to leave that cocoon of comfort behind. The sun was warm on his back as he moved into the clearing, and in place of heated air and the smell of damp earth, there was a crisp freshness on the breeze that carried with it the signature scents of autumn. It was oddly relaxing, in spite of the fact that it meant snow would soon be on its way. Roland glanced around as he left the shadow of the tent, as if expecting to see something new outside, something he hadn't taken notice of upon his arrival. Perhaps she had acquired a new apparatus that related to the greenhouse, or her healing duties. Instead, the grassy space around the structure was empty, cast in dappled shadow by the trees that reached up the surrounding hillsides. The air was still, and even though morning was now in full swing, they had yet to see another creature stir in their quiet corner. Maneuvering about to face the Songbird, Roland dipped his head towards her with a wary smile, hesitant and yet curious as to what it was she wished to show him. Perhaps it was more magic, a new brand of fire and flame, another spell she had suffered and fought for, or a weapon perhaps, to wield against her enemies. Regardless of what she had in store, he gave her ample room in the clearing, moving through the grass and gesturing to her with a nod of invitation. He was content to allow her all the space she needed if this was to be some kind of demonstration, but in truth he had no idea what to expect from her; she was always coming up with new ways to defy his expectations. There was an inquisitive tilt to his head as he smiled at her, breathing in a careful breath. "Ready when you are," he encouraged. @Lena |
