Not the gardener then, and he didn’t sound like anyone Terlu knew and certainly no one she’d seen here, but if the rose was talking about the sorcerer who had created all of this… the one who Yarrow had said died…You don’t know they’re one and the same,she told herself. She couldn’t say he died when she wasn’t certain they were talking about the same person.
Lotti began to vibrate and then, using her leaves as if they were legs, jumped several inches straight up to the rim of the pot before plopping back down. “Oof. One more try.” She crouched, squishing her petals tight together, and then she leaped up with petals and leaves extended. On her second try, she nearly cleared the top of the pot.
“Do you want help?” Terlu offered.
“No, I got this.” Third try, Lotti wound her leaves in a circle as if she were trying to build momentum. She only reached halfway up.
Fourth attempt, she tried to climb, using her leaves like arms.
“Really, I could just lift you—”
“Nope,” Lotti puffed. “If you could not watch, please…”
Terlu turned aside politely and tried not to worry. She was glad that the water had helped Lotti—no one should be forced into that kind of not-life. Still, though…
I wish I hadn’t been the one to wake her.
Given that she’d been convicted for bringing a plant to life, any judge who saw Lotti would be very, very suspicious. This time, Terlu hadn’t cast a single spell, but would anyone really believe her? It felt like a terribly suspicious coincidence. To the outside, it would look like she’d been revived merely to make the same mistake again. She’d be popped right back into the North Reading Room if anyone knew. “It was an accident!” didn’t sound plausible when it was a crime she’d already committed.Even I would judge me guilty.
If the first punishment was eternity as a statue, she couldn’t even imagine what the fate for repeat offenders would be. The thought of being transformed again, of losing this precious second chance before it had even begun…
I can’t let anyone find out.
Luckily there was no one here to—
The door banged open, and Yarrow filled the doorframe. In an exasperated voice, he said, “Are youalwayswhere you’re not supposed to be?”
Terlu yelped. And panicked. Her mind started whirring like a pinwheel in a windstorm:I can’t go back—I can’t go back—I can’t—I can’t.She started feeling the squeeze in her throat that she’d felt when the spell was cast on her, and she remembered how her limbs had stiffened, how her eyes and her mouth had dried, how her heart had slowed while her mind panicked. She heard a plop and a tiny cheer as the rose successfully jumped out onto the table.
Quickly, Terlu scooped the rose back into her pot. “Shh, please. I’ll be back. Promise,” she whispered, and then she spun around to face Yarrow, who stood in the doorway. Words tumbled out of hermouth, high-pitched and silly-sounding, “Yes, of course, you’re right, so sorry, I shouldn’t be here. Silly me.” She hurried across the workroom, grabbed Yarrow’s arm, and propelled him out of the sorcerer’s tower, back into the sunlight.
I can’t lose this. I can’t. I can’t.
What could she say to distract him?
I could kiss him.
That would certainly distract him. But no, that was absurd. She barely knew him. Just because his golden lips looked kissable…No.What else? What was it she was supposed to be doing? Looking at cottages! “Of course this wasn’t one of the cottages. I don’t know what I was thinking. Clearly not for me. I did find one cottage that I think would do nicely.”
“Good.” He stared at her hand on his arm.
She stared at her hand too. It occurred to her that, until Yarrow, it had been six years since she’d touched anyone. Beneath his coat, his arm felt solid. Muscly. He probably spent a lot of time shoveling. Or hauling soil? She wasn’t certain what gardeners did. Had she really had the idea to kiss him? What in all the islands was she thinking?It’s been even longer since I’ve kissed anyone.
A moment passed.
Neither of them spoke.
Terlu removed her hand. “I’ll show you.” Backing away, she hoped he couldn’t tell that her voice was shaky. She charged toward the road.
Behind her, he didn’t move.
She thought for an instant that she’d messed it all up—he was going to go back into the workroom and see the sentient plant, and then she absolutely would look guilty after rushing out of there without explaining.He’ll never believe any explanation now.
She shouldn’t have tried to hide the rose.
And what was Lotti going to think of her? Terlu had essentially done what Yarrow had done to her, rushing off without any explanation.I’ve mishandled all of this.
But she didn’t know how to fix it. Not immediately, at any rate.As soon as Yarrow left her (which, based on their prior interactions, should be in less than three minutes), she could scurry back to Lotti and apologize profusely and explain. She’d tell the little rose everything: what she’d done and what had been done to her. Maybe the rose would understand.
