The garden smelled of lavender and sun-warmed earth. Irene knelt by the edge of the little pond, poking at the water with a stick, eyes wide. Irene has always been fascinated by the world, her mind always full of curiosity.
"Do you think tadpoles dream?" she asked suddenly, looking up at Eleanor. "Or do they just… swim around forever?" Eleanor was beside her as he closes her book giving Irene her full attention.
Eleanor smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her own face. "Maybe..well they dream," she said softly. She loved hearing Irene's endless questions it makes her happy for some reason, loved the way her voice bounced from one wonder to another.
Irene's gaze drifted to a patch of wildflowers, then to the sky, then back to Eleanor. "And… do you think flowers get bored if nobody notices them?"
Eleanor chuckled quietly. "I don't think so. But I think they like it when someone cares for them." She says, that someone she's implying to is Irene.
Irene grinned. "Then we'll make sure they never get bored!" She stood up and ran across the garden, Eleanor following just behind while holding her book, smiling at every little movement, every laugh, every tiny detail that made Irene well.. Irene.