Hailey caught up to Archer, then stopped a step behind him. Without a breath, he moved his hand, then held her wrist and gently, naturally pulled her till she was standing next to him. He slowly released her hand, his fingers leaving light traces on them.
"Did you always want to be a priestess?" He suddenly asked, his eyes however focused on the flowers around them.
She shrugged. "I am not sure. It was what I grew up into."
"Why were you so averse to leaving it, then? I mean, it isn't a decision you made for yourself."
He walked further into the large gardens, and the two workers trimming the flowers immediately excused them. He showed her to the bench located right in the middle of the circle of flowers.
"I was more scared of what I didn't know, Archer. You suddenly came into that ro
