They both took Kingdom's horses. Daryl was a little unsteady on the horse back. Morgan saw it.
"Are you feeling alright?" He asked.
"Yeah" - Daryl mumbled. He was full of emotions, and he still tried to hold them in. Even though the rage directed at Richard ceased, he was now slowly approaching that special woman s hideout. His head was everywhere now around her. Out of his trembling heart he started talking. "Just, last time I s on a horse, that damn thing threw me down, off that cliff. I fell in a muddy creek and impaled myself on my own damn arrow."
He tried to only think about that event. Not, why he was there. What were his motives. It would be too much. Because it was because of her.
"And there was noone from the group around? How did it happen?" Calm friendly voice came from his side.
"I was... That little girl..." - stay calm - "We lost a girl"
We. What a stupid choice of words.
Morgan didn't answer. Just nodded his head, knowingly. As if he knew, what that meant.
"Nature works in misterious ways. " The man finally responded. "Luckily, this road is quite flat and safe. We're getting close"
We re getting close.
Daryl's heart sped, and he wondered, how much it would endure in one day. He almost forgot how it is to feel that much. And he hasn t seen her face yet.
Just when he thought for the hundredth time about her face, a glipmse of something odd caught his eye, on the side of the road. Something too outstanding in the moment. And there was it. Their symbol. The first thing, that connected them two.
Not thinking too much, Daryl stopped the horse and slid off his back. Morgan came to a halt in an instant too, thinking there was some kind of a danger that made his companion react so quickly. After a moment of observing, he nodded again, smiling.
The younger man approached a shrub of pure, white flowers, and began to carefully cut them. Morgan didn't think of Carol as a flower woman, so he'd never brought her those. In this world, such gesture like bringing flowers just seemed unnecessary, impractical. Noone thought about doing it. But not that man.
Daryl felt Morgan's eyes on him, when he approached the horse back. He didn't say anything. A hidden wave of embarrassment flew through him, but it was shortly replaced by a strange kind of pride. He was no longer unsteady. He sat straight on the saddle, head high, tightly holding the reins. Three beautiful cherokee roses in his hand.
Strength. Hope.
"I'm sure she'll like them". Morgan assured, sounding more like a dad talking to his adolescent son who was going out with a girl for the first time.
Daryl scoffed softly, but with no intention of mocking. He looked at white petals in his hands. A gentle smile touched corners of his mouth.
"She don't have to like em... But she'll unerstand."