Erin's Mantle flowers in its glory, wrapping the two of them in its embrace; sex and lavender, gunpowder and charcoal, dew on the grass and the wind through the leaves. As it does, in a single moment Ruby gets the gift she won't give herself: rest, as if she'd had an entire day to sit down and heal, to eat and drink, and not worry.
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And Spring sayeth: Welcome back.
Erin's Mantle flowers in its glory, wrapping the two of them in its embrace; sex and lavender, gunpowder and charcoal, dew on the grass and the wind through the leaves. As it does, in a single moment Ruby gets the gift she won't give herself: rest, as if she'd had an entire day to sit down and heal, to eat and drink, and not worry.
The first gift of Spring's renewal.