#sichilde

Following this list of prompts:

Set in my Of Gold, Shadows, and Ashes universe

English Version:

Saran let herself be led on the terrace while the wind was rushing at her face, was everything always so called in Arcem? Sichilde, who took her hand earlier, brought her to a cover laid on the floor where food was agreeably arranged.

“ - Since you told me you needed some fresh air I thought we could have a picnic, said Schilde while sitting on the cover.

- This is hardly a picnic, answered Saran unable to forget that she was still in Arcem.”

Yet she sat next to Schilde and started eating, because she knew Schilde understood and was doing her best, she understood so well that Saran didn’t feel compelled to apologize for her lack of enthusiasm and she simply showed her gratitude by enjoying the meal.    

French Version:

Saran se laissa guider sur la terrasse alors que le vent lui fouettait les joues, tout devait-il toujours être si froid à Arcem? Sichilde, qui lui avait pris la main plutôt, l’amena jusqu’à une couverture étendue au sol où de la nourriture avait été agréablement agencée.

“ - Comme tu m’as dit que tu avais besoin de prendre de l’air je me suis dit que l’on pourrait pique-niquer, déclara Schilde en s'asseyant sur la couverture.

- Ce n’est pas vraiment un pique-nique, répondit Saran incapable d'oublier qu’elle était encore et toujours à l’intérieur d’Arcem.”