A voice called out her name - her real name - drawing her attention away from the swirling surface. Her eyes travelled down the water's edge to where a huge willow tree stood. It leaned in a gentle arc, its branches delicately extending outwards towards the stream. And from those branches fell a thick cascade of leaves, creating a beautiful green curtain that gently kissed the water's surface.
She'd never understood why willows were said to be sad or weeping. To her it only ever seemed that the way the tree leaned towards the river was like an open embrace. It was an emotion she felt mirrored in her own heart - a deeply felt affection that spurred a need for proximity. And the centre of her affection was right there.
He stood by the willow, calling out to her again as he waved. A soft breeze unsettled his neat blond hair and made the willow branches whisper around him. His green eyes were bright in the spring sunshine, reflecting all the brilliant shades of the forest around them. For all the beauty that existed in the forest, her gaze could only ever focus on him and his smile.
She called out his name and ran to meet him beneath the willow tree, just as she'd done countless times before.
one of my favorite scenes from bell the cat chapter 4, by @heartfulselkie!! i was so lucky to get such a talented writer for secret santa with so many beautiful scenes to choose from, but the image of them meeting by the willow tree was irresistible 🩷🌿