Characters: Éowyn, Elboron
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The spider ignored the piece of food Elboron had placed by its web as a luncheon offering; instead the ants descended, in a sheet of crawling, billowing delight. Elboron watched them...engrossed.
This part of the garden was allowed to follow its own whims...with only rare intervention. A place of spider-silk and strange embraces...a sage bush winding itself around a rose, rosemary nestling in the crook of an apple tree.
Éowyn peered at her son in the strong, pearly light; his small form, perched at the cusp of his future, a bundle of possible outcomes...contained and cradled by the summer afternoon.