Juniper smiled. “Could be. Anyway, thank you for breakfast.
Is there anything I can do to thank you before I go?” She looked at Mia. “I’m
sorry about the bed. I’m afraid I can’t “ungrow” a tree, but I can pay for
damages.”
“What’s up with the bed?” Faolán wanted to know.
Mia grinned. “Go see for yourself. Don’t worry about it,
girl. It’s a conversation piece now. But if you’re serious about helping out,
maybe you could look into the back yard. It’s a sorry bit of concrete, and we
could use a tree or something for shade when we grill.”
Juniper followed her outside and surveyed the back lot. It
was a cracked bit of concrete with weeds growing in the cracks and a couple of
rickety wooden tables and lawn chairs, surrounded by a battered wooden fence.
She nodded. “I can do something with this. Did you have anything in particular
in mind?”
The crew looked at each other. “Nothing too high
maintenance,” Karl suggested. “Maybe a tree and some grass or something.”
“Can you put in some herbs? I love rosemary,” Mia added.
“No problem. Let me get my seeds from my pack. You can go
about your work while I do this, and I’ll show you what I’ve done when it’s
finished.”
She was saddling Twix when
Lt Bjorn entered the stable. Thankfully the crew had grabbed her tack and saddlebags
when they finished with her tree last night, or she’d be riding bareback. It
was less than a mile to the park, but a saddle was welcome.
“You did the back yard,” he said with a tinge of
admiration. “I had no idea it could look so good.”
She smiled. It hadn’t been hard to line the lot with hedges
and sprout a climbing oak. It had a branch that would be perfect for a swing,
and she’d made a bench project from the trunk. The lot was now lined with a
sturdy hazelnut hedge and she’d used the roots to break up the concrete into
pavers. Grass grew thick and green in the cracks. She’d planted an herb garden
and cherry tree, too. “It was my pleasure.”
“You’re leaving?” He walked her out of the stable.
“Yes. I need to get to work.”
He was silent for a moment. “Karl said you had some ideas
to make the tree safer.”
“Yes.” She hesitated. “The first steps are still dangerous,
but I have to start somewhere.”
“Do you think you can do it?”
“Yep.” She mounted up.
He looked her over thoughtfully. “Will the tree be done
today?”
She shook her head. “It will be two days at least, but it
will be easy to close the holes in the tree today. I’ll have some protection
while I work.”
“All right. Do me a favor; sleep here tonight. I’d rather
not be called out to the Burn again.”
She looked away, considering it.
“You more than earned it with the yard work. Beside, you’ve
given the crew something to talk about, and you already marked your bunk.”
His smile made her heart beat faster, but she didn’t need
romance right now; too much to do. She tried to sound casual. “Okay. Just for
tonight. I won’t need it after that. I appreciate the offer.” It would be good
to have a place to rest tonight, and she would be dog tired.
“Cool. See you then.” He stepped back and let her ride
away.
The gangs watched her as she trotted up to the Burn, and
this time the neighbors stared, too. She kept an eye on them, but her senses
were busy on the tree and the immediate vicinity. The tree rustled with
pleasure at her approach and assured her there were no monsters inside. She
hurried past the burned carcasses and into the tree, sealing the door. The
first thing she did was help the tree repair the bark so she could work safely,
though she wouldn’t take that safety for granted. The Bramble had taught her an
important lesson, and she would watch her back.
She settled Twix in his sandy stall and helped the tree
“breathe” away the smoke stink. She didn’t want to be distracted while she
worked.
The next bit was harder. She stood in the center of the floor
and thought about her battery. She knew the theory of how to make one, but
she’d never had access to a power source like Bramble Burn before. It took a
river of power to make, and it was dangerous. If she got cocky, the battery
could explode, taking her, the tree and Twix with it.
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