Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the carefully tended rows of lavender. Elara hummed a wordless tune as she snipped the fragrant flowers, her movements flowing like water. A gentle breeze whispered through the garden, carrying the scent of earth and blossoms. The rhythmic snip of her shears was the only other sound besides the distant chatter of birds. A small, creamy envelope lay at her feet, a stark contrast to the vibrant purple surrounding it. She picked it up, the paper cool against her calloused fingers. Her brow furrowed, a flicker of something she couldn’t quite name crossing her face before smoothing itself away.