Gar’dumor’s Truth (A Drabble Series, Part 16)

We arrive back at camp as the red sun rises.

All is quiet.

“Gar’dumor…”

“Yes.”

“There were no levitating flowers, were there?”

“…No.”

She bites her lip.

“Then what was all of that for?”

Every excuse turns to seafoam in my mouth. I glance at her hands, laced at her waist.

She notices, and I blush.

Her expression is unreadable; I brace for the worst.

Then…

She hugs me. Strong and tight, like she’ll never let go.

“You are far too dense sometimes.” She laughs, finds my eyes. “But, Gar’dumor.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t ever lie to me again.”

“Never. I promise.”