"Zari." Caedmon called Zariah, a small smile on his lips as he handed her a small purple flower.
Zariah raised a brow, accepting the flower, she lifted it to her nose slightly, and then she hummed quietly. Though she was not necessarily into flowers, but when it came to Caedmon, this was just how he expressed his definition of affection.
"It does smell good." Zariah said, nodding her head in approval.
Caedmon's smile converted into a wide grin as he flopped down to a seat beside Zariah on a swing.
The wooden swing creaked slightly from the added weight but it held and resumed swaying steadily in a moment.
"What do you think of this place?" Caedmon asked Zariah, gesturing around to the flower meadow.
Caedmon had taken Zariah out to a meadow on the outskirts of the Ethereal domain, it was quite further than they would usually go but Zariah knew with the month rounding up, Caedmon was putting in his best efforts.
