"We could be anywhere," he said, pausing to kneel and poke at something scrawny and leafy on the ground. Gideon watched, one brow raised, and Mirek muttered, "Poor, poor daylily."( all daylilies go to heaven.Collapse )
After breakfast, Gideon suggested poking around outside the house, dragging Mirek out by one hand as had become their usual way of getting around. It was gorgeous out, sunny and warm and aside from the incredibly badly-cared-for landscape inside the fence, the scenery was fairly nice-- trees all around, a dirt road leading away from the house, the sort of foresty landscape that promised cute little deer and rabbits and all that happy Disney crap. "I wonder where we are," Gideon said, walking the perimeter of the fence; Mirek shrugged, their shoulders knocking together comfortably.