Gathering Fallen Leaves

One of those rare moments; everything was perfect. What more can one ask than a quiet stream flowing by, the rusting branches, the occasional song in the air, and a maid picking Mellyrn leaves from the water?

Well, there probably have been better moments...though this would suffice for a good long while.

"Whatever project might you be need those for this time?"

"Is it...wrong to share some of our treasures with others?"

"No..."

"Then prepare one of your falcons, beloved. There is a lot in mind that I want to do with these."

He will learn eventually, "At least allow me me to figure out everything first. Good winds you are hasty."

"Quick to adjust," she teased, "There is no hurry...I just have to make sure these are kept damp."

'Bizarre reasoning...then leave the leaves in the blasted stream!'