By noon, the three sacks were packed full, bulging with freshly foraged herbs. Their clean, unique scent still clung to the air.
Ashrik tightened the last knot, preventing any spilling during transportation. Once he was satisfied, he flicked his wrist.
"All secured," he said.
A soft current of wind rose beneath the heavy sacks, lifting them effortlessly from the forest floor. They bobbed slightly, but remained steady in the air.
Lucille was just done washing her hands. She looked at the sacks with a mix of pride and disbelief. "Wow~ That's indeed a lot. I can't believe we've picked this much."
"You were diligent," Ashrik said lightly, his tone teasing. Mirth flickered in his eyes as he gazed at her.
Lucille huffed, narrowing her eyes in mock-contempt. "Don't act like you weren't enjoying bossing me around."
He simply laughed while stepping closer. As if it was natural, she had also closed the distance between them, letting him slide an arm around her waist.
