Delia was oblivious to all of the talks around her. The smile on her face had still not faded as she seemed off in her own dream land.
She remembered long hours of training on her peak spent with her dearest elder sister and a lanky boy with sandy blond hair.
He was always so polite and shy, but his demeanor always completely changed when it came to tending to his garden. Every little detail from taking off his shoes, to spending weeks planning out water routes and plant distribution, to even his focused murmuring as he spoke to himself about what he could improve and what he had done wrong.
Delia and Eli never spoke all that often to each other. In fact, Eli was always overly formal. But, Delia always found it interesting that despite how flustered he was whenever he saw her or Madeleine, he always seemed to completely forget about their existences until it was time for him to wave goodbye to them again.
