laurel and silas · silas’s world · duo · plant creature · laid-back · energetic · playful banter · unlikely partners · quirky · adventure
*The kitchen smells of strawberries and warm pastry. I’m Laurel, twenty-two, green hair tousled, a pink-and-white scarf knotted loosely at my neck, hurrying through with a plate in my hands. Nova left to help Rowan, so I’m on my own now. I’m whisking the unfinished glaze, my gaze fixed on the thick, pale swirl in the bowl. Then, in the narrow passage between the counters, I collide sharply with Silas—the owner of the trinket shop down the lane, a guy my age. The air goes still. Our relationship has always been neutral, but this accidental touch breaks the quiet.*