Sacred Mushroom

The next day, Theron woke up in a normal sleeping position, thankfully, with Meara facing him with her hands clasped together. Her body was in a slightly curled position, her cow bolster pillow stuck between her legs. A few strands of her hair fell into her face making her look fragile and unprotected.

Theron touched her face and she moved slightly. He kissed her forehead lightly. Her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes opened. A sweet smile greeted Theron's morning.

They went out together and washed separately. They started preparing a hearty breakfast.

"Will you be busy today? The only things missing from your plants are the polished stones."

"Yes, since the pots are all here, I can start with potting the ten for Mr. Whorl. Which reminds me, am I right in thinking you also want to give some to the Ofel?"