Battlefield (2)

Jasmine relaxed and let Dairon push the swing. The rush of air against her face felt as good as the feeling of finally getting to flop onto her bed after a long day.

Her hands grasped the cold metal tightly and shut her eyes, barely hearing any other sound as her senses calmed. This must be a magical swing. Or maybe the man pushing it higher and higher was the magic. Whichever the case was, she forgot about everything around her and almost drifted to sleep.

Her eyes shot open as she tried to catch the giggles and chatter she had just heard. Just like an illusion, they were gone before she could grasp them.

"Are you alright?" He grabbed the seat when it swung back to him, glancing at her from her side.

"I think I was starting to dream." She slid off the swing, rubbing her nape. "I should get to work."