Her Yearning
As Asher made his way towards the meditation room, a space sanctified for his training and reaping activities, his steps, determined and resolute, halted abruptly.
A familiar cadence of soft, yet firm footsteps echoed through the hall, drawing his attention away from the task at hand.
Turning to the source, he found Rowena's bewitching figure, the regal body clad in her characteristic black attire, approaching him.
"Were you waiting for me before I was going to start my Reaping activities?" Asher asked, a smile playing on his lips, finding a semblance of comfort in her presence, though having an idea of why she suddenly came here.
Rowena, her gaze laden with concern that belied the usual calm she exuded, responded, "Yes. I wanted my words to remain fresh in your mind before you started because, for some reason, I feel as if you are not going to do any ordinary reaping quests."