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Prospero was relaxed.
Sitting near the edge of the gardens, he was surrounded by the sound of the wind through the trees, the soft, sweet scent of roses and other flowers, and a beautiful view of the lake. It turned out to be a bright day with a cool breze. His staff was stretched out across his lap; he rolled it over every now and then for something to do with his hands.
His eyes stared off into space as he thought. If anyone were to pass by, it would seem as if he were meditating. He was doing some meditation as well as thought, in fact. Prospero reflected upon the past events he had taken part of - reuniting with Ariel, falling back in love with him, the dance, the aftermath, and everything in between - and smiled softly.
Ariel.
It must be the effects of a man in love, thought Prospero. He couldn't seem to get his mind off him.
Blinking back into the present, Prospero reached for a smooth, flat rock and sent it skipping over the water.
Sitting near the edge of the gardens, he was surrounded by the sound of the wind through the trees, the soft, sweet scent of roses and other flowers, and a beautiful view of the lake. It turned out to be a bright day with a cool breze. His staff was stretched out across his lap; he rolled it over every now and then for something to do with his hands.
His eyes stared off into space as he thought. If anyone were to pass by, it would seem as if he were meditating. He was doing some meditation as well as thought, in fact. Prospero reflected upon the past events he had taken part of - reuniting with Ariel, falling back in love with him, the dance, the aftermath, and everything in between - and smiled softly.
Ariel.
It must be the effects of a man in love, thought Prospero. He couldn't seem to get his mind off him.
Blinking back into the present, Prospero reached for a smooth, flat rock and sent it skipping over the water.