Her tendrils were diligently probing beneath the surface, the limbs plunging deep, remaining silent, meticulously inspecting each fragment of soil. She yearned to discover even a minuscule fragment of gold, a tiny branch, or a piece of root. Uncovering a fragment would signify a faint flicker of hope remained.
Kaworu wasn't just Kestrel's gardener, but also a buddy, a mentor, and family. Kestrel was utilizing every method to locate him.
A baby groundhog, freshly born, peeked its small head from the hole, surveying the surroundings with confusion.
Witnessing the little groundhog and the silent yet busy Kestrel, Locky suddenly regained her awareness. Numerous legs protruded from beneath her dress, she hastened along the house's outer wall, swiftly and cautiously retrieving a flower container.
"This, miss, were you looking for this?" She gasped, presenting the flower container she held to Kestrel.
