Lydia sat cross-legged on the stone bench in the orchard, the glowing roses humming softly around her like they were trying to soothe her racing mind. The morning light filtered through the glass ceiling in soft golden beams, but her thoughts were anything but calm.
Kole stood a few feet away, three silver tails swaying lazily behind him. He looked thoughtful, the same timeless calm radiating from him that had drawn her here again. There was just something about his ancient ass.
"I wonder… was my mother a purple fox before she died?" Lydia asked, her voice quiet, almost lost among the soft humming of the garden.
Kole tilted his head, considering her words. "Most likely… or not."
"Huh?" Lydia looked up, confused.
