Dripping wet and laughing, the group of friends headed back from their day of adventure.
Sylvester paused beside some bright yellow flowers. “Aren’t these Lady Aldarius’s favorites?”
Sylvester picked a bouquet of them.
“What are you doing?” Cole asked.
“Figured after all the snacks she’s brought us, we should do something nice for her.”
Ashford’s face lit up at the idea, and he helped Sylvester gather more flowers.