[She's not in a hurry, but with the expanse of field and flowers out in front of her she rushes forward anyway. He's here with her, she feels perfectly safe. So she prances and gathers her skirts so she can run, right as a gust of wind crosses over them.
The flower crown on her head goes flying off, and with a sharp gasp she goes chasing after it. If he's essentially just agreed to give marrying her a chance, then she wants to mark the occasion by practicing wearing a crown.
When she finally catches it, it's with a triumphant laugh, and she gracefully places her crown back into place. It doesn't take long for her to make her way back to him, so they can walk side by side. As the walk in a companionable silence, she eventually reaches over to take hold of his hand. This is probably the quietest and most calm she's ever been in his company.]
What, happy days? Or ones that are peaceful? I think this is definitely my favorite day since I've been here.
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The flower crown on her head goes flying off, and with a sharp gasp she goes chasing after it. If he's essentially just agreed to give marrying her a chance, then she wants to mark the occasion by practicing wearing a crown.
When she finally catches it, it's with a triumphant laugh, and she gracefully places her crown back into place. It doesn't take long for her to make her way back to him, so they can walk side by side. As the walk in a companionable silence, she eventually reaches over to take hold of his hand. This is probably the quietest and most calm she's ever been in his company.]
What, happy days? Or ones that are peaceful? I think this is definitely my favorite day since I've been here.