A smile bloomed across his mouth that showed the happiness he couldn’t hope to hide. A moment later, minding her sweet, shy disposition, Zevulun swallowed and worked it down to a subtle grin instead. “Sounds like a-” he was so tempted to playfully drop the word “date” in there, but resisted the urge “-plan.”
As for when he was free, that was a more complicated matter. His time could grow more limited the closer to spring they drew, but then again, that could make an escape to a different island with a pretty girl that much more tantalizing. As excited as he was to have his children and determined to not leave the Prairie as frequently, Zevulun knew himself and knew how badly he’d want a little break from it all. Whisking Sabran away for a day of exploration sounded perfect.
“I’ll come by the Forest to get you,” he promised, “After spring, in the summer. Swimming will be easier on us.” Zevulun paused for a moment and then casually offered, “But if you ever want my company before that, you’re always welcome to come stop by the Prairie.” He barely held himself back from adding, It would be wonderful to see you again. "I'd love to see if you might show me spots even I haven't found yet."
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