Aderyn skipped away to search the closet for the carriers, which she was able to locate easily enough. The closet was an intriguing place, however, full of coats and hats and various odds and ends that all made up part of her father's life. She reached out to run her hand along the coats hanging up, and she pulled one of the sleeves towards her to sniff at it. The scent was all baking and warmth, which was so perfectly David.
Shaking her head at herself for acting like a wee stalker, she grabbed the carriers and trotted back with them. "Upstairs would be lovely. We had a wee garden at our house, and when I was eight, Aunty Rhiannon let me have my own planter box and I got to choose what to grow."