The morning sun was bright and let itself into the serenity of Fleur's apartment. This morning wasn’t gray, but by soothing lavender and brilliant amber. The colors merged into neon pink and peach. She wakened early each morning in the stronghold to watch the sunrise. After all, she could only see so many. Spreading sunrise, pinkish glow, clouds tinted, colors spread across the sky announcing the new day, oranges and reds painted across the clouds as if by a celestial hand. Twilight melted away, majestic sunrise, red orange glow seeping over the horizon as if the light itself was being poured from a molten sun. Powerful rays flood over the landscape lighting every blade of grass, shining from each leaf. The air was very clear and the long morning shadows distinct. Under the gentle spring sun its rays warm her skin - like kisses from the divine. The nascent leaves have that soft green and the ground was scattered with vivid blooms whose petals dance in the breeze. Fleur loved autumn. She could drink it up like a tonic. Instead she spreads her fingers wide and fans them though the damp air - like she did when she was a kid trying to fly, only now it's just something that made her smirk. Birds above flit from branch to branch, letting out their sweet melody. If this day was a beautiful restaurant dish it would be a fresh salad with feta cheese and olives. If it was a drink it would be a chilled glass of white wine. But Fleur preferred to think of it as music, and so with each step she heard the Beetles "All you need is love, love, love is all you need..."
Among the crew was one who didn't fit the picture. Anyone could have immediately spotted him. The lord of Hargeon Town, a young blonde, was amongst the men, working just as hard as everyone else. His features were too pretty to be those of a standard worker. The only thing Fleur wondered was how he had time, as a lord of a town, to aid elsewhere. Perhaps the paperwork was only exaggerated in most cases. He caught wind of her staring and approached with a smile, asking if she'd assist them. They were rebuilding the docks, some parts clearly in need of the renovation. Fleur, being the helpful individual she was, agreed without hesitation. Though no words were shared, a nod of her head was all he needed. She headed over to the rest of the heavy-lifters and joined them in their job, prancing about and aiding elsewhere whenever she was done with one activity. Goodness, was it tiring.
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