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It’s mid afternoon by the time Sylvia finds herself jogging down the slightly hidden forest path. Everyone wanted to talk to her after her defeat of Anubia but there was someone she wanted to see more than everyone coming to her shop to congratulate her.
It doesn’t take long for the sound of hammer meeting nail to reach Sylvia and shortly after the shape of Saffron’s clearing as she stands, working on her latest commission of a wine rack far to intricate to be for Saffron herself.
Upon seeing her, Sylvia breaks off into a faster run--stopping herself just long enough for Saffron to put down her tools and face her before Sylvia throws Saffron into a bone crushing hug.
“Hello to you too, cherry blossom.” Saffron says, laughing quietly as Sylvia tries to melt further into her.
“You have no idea how nice it is to finally get to see you,” Sylvia says. “I couldn’t even open my shop without everyone in the entire town almost breaking into my shop to tell me I did a great job yesterday. Even Roxanne and Quinn were nice about it!”
“How horrible that everyone thinks you’re the best potion witch in town.” Saffron untangles herself from Sylvia just enough to kiss her cheek. “But really you were amazing yesterday and I’m glad you came to visit.”
“Me too--you already make me feel so much better about everyone being at the shop this morning.”
“Do you want to scream it out? I know it helps.”
Sylvia sits silent for a moment, still wrapped in Saffron’s arms, before moving to start the walk towards the hidden grove.
“It would make me feel better.”
The hidden grove is silent, save for the few wildlife that had long grown used to Saffron yelling and could live with Sylvia doing so as well.
And yell Sylvia does, letting go of Saffron’s hand to walk into the center of the grove. She screams and yells from deep in her chest and only stops when all the air has left her lungs and leaves her gasping in between rounds of victorious laughter.
“I needed that,” Sylvia says as Saffron approaches.
“Sounds like it. I think that’s a new record for time and volume.”
“Your turn now.”
“Oh, I suppose,” Saffron says, shifting her weight to stand a little taller. “But seeing you was enough for me; I might not even need to scream.”
Saffron inhales quietly and Sylvia looks over at her. In the sunlight filtering through the leaves she looks like a painting, standing eyes closed and just breathing.
Then Saffron takes a deeper breath and gives a small smile. Before she can utter a sound Sylvia reaches over and cups the side of her face. Before she can react to that Sylvia presses a soft kiss to her lips.
Saffron’s eyes open at that and they all but shine in the afternoon light. Then she leans forward and gives Sylvia a kiss of her own.
“Well,” Saffron says, not quite leaning away from Sylvia completely, “I suppose there’s more than one way of letting off steam.”