This is a very short SonAmy oneshot; it was written from inspiration from a themes list my best friend had issued. I thought it was cute, and I had posted it on dA and it received good feedback so I assume that FanFiction would like it, too.
Disclaimer: Uh, yeah. Still own nothing! (:
The flower was absolutely perfect in every way. She found herself analyzing it, scanning it, staring at it critically. It was delicate, she found out quickly. If she moved her hand with even the slightest bit of too much momentum she feared that it would shatter. She feared that it's soft yellow petals would float down onto her small lap, broken apart from the stem.
Her soft finger slid across one of the petals. Her head craned around to get a better view of it. She altered her position-- sitting in a grassy green field, her usually crazy quills dancing behind her with the breeze-- to see the article better. How could something so small intrigue her so much?
She soon found herself placing the flower next to her and drawing her hands up to her face. Her young, soft palms pressed against her burning cheeks. Why was her face so warm, when the rest of her body wasn't? She gazed upwards at the sky, her playful jade orbs pointing aimlessly. She felt jittery; she found it was harder to stay still now then it had ever been for her previously.
She remembered the way his hand had brushed against hers, just slightly, as he handed her the flower. He seamed in a hurry... anxious, maybe? Or was it nervousness? The eight year old girl felt a silly smile smear across her muzzle. He had been gazing at the ground, shyly. Shy! After he had saved her life!
She had grasped the flower lightly and looked up to thank him. Before she could, however, he had vanished. She had been left with a trail of blue, a yellow daisy and rosy cheeks. Oh... and a silly prickly feeling in her stomach. What about that flower could make her feel so strange?
A giggle bubbled over on her lips, and she looked back down at the daisy in her lap. She held it up to the sun and stared at it in awe. The little hedgehog girl didn't know what it was she was feeling exactly, but she knew that she liked it.
A lot.
Review, PLEASE. I need the critique!
