The jars of honey were cool in her arms as she carried three to the back door of the house. She set them down and carefully unlatched the window that the girl had mentioned leaked during rainstorms. She opened the window carefully testing for squeaking hinges but they were silent. She grabbed the jars and climbed through the window making sure to close it behind her. She walked through the house and into the kitchen setting down the jars with care and arranging them in a triangle.
She had met the young women the day before at the market. Sedona had been looking for a new cloth bag for Gwyndolyn and had overheard the women talking with one of the merchants. She later found out that the girl was one and twenty and had been married two years ago. She had been distressed that the merchant didn't have any more honey, saying that her husband was coming home in two days time and she needed honey because she wanted to make a special treat for him.
Sedona had walked over to the young woman and told her that if she came with her she would help her find all the honey she needed. The women had agreed and Sedona had led her into the woods. The girl had seemed a bit wary at first but when Sedona showed her how to calm the bees and harvest the honey she had been jubilant. She had looked so happy in that moment and the moonlight was glittering in the girl's hazel eyes when she looked at her.
One thing led to another and they were kissing on the ground. Holding each other as the night bled on. When Sedona had awoken her arms were still wrapped around the sleeping women and after carefully extracting herself from the girl's embrace she had left the girl in the woods, the path back to the town wasn't hard to find. She had then deftly poured the honey into three jars she'd snatched the day before and started out for the house in the town the woman had told her about while they were looking for the bee hives.
She didn't leave a note, the girl would likely know well enough who it was from, though she didn't at the moment have any parchment with which to write anyway. She hoped that she might one day see the woman again, maybe she'd visit in a few years, see if the girl was still without the love she so clearly wanted.