“That tree’s associated with Aphrodite, goddess of love and fertility,” Marc said.
That tidbit came courtesy of his mother. She loved to broaden his horizon, including going over the history of trees within the Keep.
“Really?” Émilie said. “Well, I wouldn’t know about such things…”
This was her way of downplaying her intellect. Marc liked to challenge her on occasion and found her to be quick witted and adept at absorbing new material. She sometimes uses that line to change the subject…
By the time Émilie was done, she had woven the branches into a blossoming wreath. Pleased with her work, which she adorned like a crown. Despite her skilled hands, the process littered the tabletop in tiny white flowers.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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