Fairspell Meadow I

when she looked back to him, he was close upon her. not unwelcome by any means. she found him still very romantic, even if others might see a casanova. she was always blinded by those who wanted her. no matter the fact that he had just been on the hunt for another woman. red flags would always be roses in her eyes.

loveday. she whispered in reply and found she had leaned back into him. enamored by such a strong man who spoke such beautiful words. but i rather like what you called me. even if she had not a single clue what had been said.