Feldsharp rolled the hops cone between his fingers. It gave a little and as he squeezed lightly the yellow lupulin came off into his hand. With his other hand he gripped the stem and it snapped off easily in his fingers.
“I am bored.” Heart sat on the ground near him. “I am going to go find something to do.”
“What do you mean?” Feldsharp looked at the cone closely, not at the Daughter.
“I mean you were fun for a little while but we have been living outside in a garden for a week and the only entertainment I get is from watching you pick hops. The monks here want nothing to do with me; they practically scamper away at my approach. There is no one to talk to. And I miss Dee.”
Feldsharp dropped the hops but kept looking at his hands for a moment. He lowered his hands and looked down at the discarded flower on the ground. He sighed.
Heart moved directly behind Feldsharp and wrapped her arms around his chest and laid her cheek against his back. Her fingertips barely touched. “You keep getting bigger.”
He nodded but otherwise stood stock still.
“I miss Dee.” Feldsharp shivered slightly as Heart said this again. “And this body cries out for companionship.”
“I am here with you.” He said in a low voice.
Heart pulled herself away. “Yes, but you are too young for what this body wants.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“It is what I meant though.” Heart turned and took a couple of steps away. “Mother has some kind of sick sense of humor the way she programmed us.”
“How is that?”
“Forget about it.” She started away. “I am going into town. I will be back late.”
She paused and then added, “Or tomorrow. If not late then I will be back tomorrow.”
“Don’t do anything stupid.” Feldsharp called to her.
Heart did not respond.