He danced as he planted the seed into the soil, humming along with the song. He tapped out the layout of his design on a huge hologram screen, deciding where the seed should go.
Putting the same seed type in the planter and pressing it down into the soil in a single file, each hole a seed. He continued planting happily, feeling relaxed. If Kyle had seen him like this he would have broken down in anger and jealousy.
He didn't notice the passage of time and kept on working, dancing, and using the planter as a microphone, screaming his voice out.
The sky grew dark, and Cyra opened her eyes. She sat up and was about to get down from the bed when she heard a loud singing voice. She focused her ears, tracing the sound in the direction of the waterfall. Her eyes flashed with interest, and she flashed in that direction.
She blended into the shadow and saw one of her staff shaking his hips, singing beautifully, and planting seeds. Was this not her gardener?