She stands, holding cherry blossoms in her trembling hands.
Lavender dreams of faerie lands dance through her tilted head.
The drum beats of life pump through her veins, quickening as she spots him
He steps off his ship, feet tumbling over each other he's so eager to touch her waiting cheeks.
They meet halfway and as he inhales her blossom scent she is home to him.
Running one hand through her black hair, he holds out his gift of oranges in the other.
Smiling in their scented union, they walk away.