He slowly moved along the first bed, not drizzling gold over it, but trying to connect with what was underneath. It was chaotic, but not wrong the way the patch in Gertrude’s garden had been. When he reached the end of the first bed, he swayed. Damn. Maybe he should have eaten more for breakfast.
Moving on to the second, a buzz built in his ears. He continued, but his energy was draining fast. When he turned to the third bed, the world tilted on its axis.
“Rue?” Noah walked closer. “Are you okay?”
Rue swayed where he stood. “Yeah.” Noah was blurry when Rue looked at him.
“No, you’re not.” A hand cupped his elbow.
“Checking the soil.” He gestured at the fourth garden bed. “Harder than I thought.”
“Harder how?”
“Takes a lot of energy, not at all like the drizzle.”
He had the feeling
