In The Garden

Storm inhaled deeply, and then again, and then again, until it felt as if she was competing with someone in an inhaling duel, until she laughed at herself, at her internal jokes. The air here was so clean. Cleaner than the one in her house. Free from maliciousness.

Immediately she had left her house, she had pinged one of the servants whose contact had been left with her incase of emergencies, if she couldn’t prepare food for herself. Yes, her house had come with special food ingredients in the cupboards.

She would have loved to try out something, but her mind had been singed with the dream and her findings. She had been too destabilized to cook. And so, she had called for food, and had waited on the veranda until it came. The food had been nice, the servant girl had been human, but Storm knew that she could cook better. After all, she didn’t work in Jess’ restaurant for nothing.

After the meal, she had gone to the garden that had made her house the sweetest in the clan, had taken a