ℛ It isn’t too long before the boy appears once more with the buckets filled with water, setting them down before her as if to ask if there were anything else that she needed him to do. sometimes he thought buttercup just ordered him around for fun rather than need, but he would do what she asked anyway.
▒ ℬ ▒ Going into the little cottage, the flaxen young woman set about readying a meal, starting the fire as he went to fetch the water just as she had asked. Starting on the dough for a meat pie, her deft fingers kneaded and she hummed. Softly. And to herself, looking up only when he walked through the door and set the buckets before her. Eyes drifting over his smudged face, she reached in the bucket with her thumb then swiped some dirt away. "Thank you.“ Clearing her throat, she looked out the door and licked her lips. "Now shine my saddle, I’d like to see my face in it by morning.”
