The Sailor's Daffodil

He saw the path ending while she was tenderly reproaching, so was braced for the further tease. "Not at all. Instead I have discovered that this other path is the one we must go. Hurry now, before I nestle us in this chamber for the season."

Taite reaches a hand out for the cozy-looking nook, even as he begins to steer her to the other path. "But...we could just...make a nest there, in the corner..." Her plea melts into more soft giggling, and she follows him willingly wherever he steps.

He shakes his head as she goes after his feet in her uneven pace. His own steps are slowed in a manner that does not call attention to the loss. "You will get a better home than that of me, I swear it. You are my daffodil, not my field mouse." The wheat is conveyed past them as they seem to tread a moving, threshed floor.