In a small, but well-located, refuge of Saphyr, very near Nemesis, and some kilometers away from where Dean was at the time, a girl was helping her grandmother in taking care of her garden. Just some minutes ago, the sun finally appeared.
It was a common activity for that girl, an everyday task. She found it relaxing to take care of the garden together with her grandmother. It was one of her favorite activities of the day because she didn't need to rush, nor think too much to do that. Since she trained so much, it turned to be almost natural for her to do so.
"I think that I am getting really good at this! What do you think grandma?" She happily asked? Her cheeks were slightly dirty, and her clothes were just a mess. She seemed like a little child playing with dirt on a sunny day, although she was nearly a woman of nineteen years old.
