it was like-a week later. Dee had been visiting the booth everyday, and getting closer to the merchant-though he had yet to learn his name. In his head, he'd taken to calling him 'Draga mea-', my darling...yeah, he was quite smitten.
"Ah-y-yes my lor-I-I mean...Dee-I-I don't have any berries today-the ground is too hard-but look!"
He reached across the table, holding a sprig of honeysuckle to his nose-but Dee wasn't smelling that, no-he was smelling HIS SCENT-earth, and berries, and flowers. The blood pumping in his veins...
