goodbye part IV

The goodbye

It had become an easy, comfortable routine. Brie sat cross-legged in the grass of the Eldering, one notebook open on her lap and five others spread out around her, with various notes or grass or leaves or pieces of fur or tentacle or other parts she was just starting to learn the names of tucked between the pages. Soon Oric would be back from his walkabout that he did daily, and come up behind her and ask, “You’ve really been doing that all day?” when he knew full well that she spent most of the day trailing him. Although now it was to the point that she felt more like a partner of his than a follower.