Memory
Yelena’s skirts billowed and tangled around her legs as she ran across the walled garden. The trees were tall, strong, heavy with leaves and fruit, and the grass that surrounded them was tall and fragrant with flowers.
She picked a nice wide tree and pressed her back against its trunk whilst she regained her breath, her eyes over her shoulder, watching for pursuers, listening for the laughter and joyous shrieks of the other children playing hide-and-go-seek around the castle.
She could not say what lifted her eyes, as always that sense of him tugged at her awareness, and she grinned as she saw Sylvin looking down at her from the branches. “You are back!” She whispered up to him.