Morrie & Lachlan
Birthday traditions. He had gifted Morrie a rose on her day, albeit a bit late, and now she was willing to drink with him on his. They were both small gestures with much bigger meaning behind them, but Lachlan carried on walking as if there was no great significance. Not because it did not matter, but because he did not want to overwhelm Morrie with too much all at once. It was already a wonder that she had come to the Turning, best not to make too much of a fuss over it being his birthday.
The way Morrie effortlessly floated her jacket up into the tree was just further confirmation to Lachlan that he and Fiona had done the right thing. Why should they bother with finding somewhere to set it down, when Morrie could take care of the problem with one flick of her hand? There wasn’t even a need for him to encourage the tree to hold the jacket securely, when Morrie had easily ensured that it would remain in place until such time as she had need of it again.
Morrie was not wrong when she mentioned that the breeze carried tantalising smells through the air, but it was her company he hungered for far more than food. If he could have both, then that was a better birthday than he had experienced in years. “Yes, let’s. Are you in the mood for anything in particular?” he asked as they approached the various carts peddling their treats to the crowd.