Seychelles stood there feeling the summer breeze blowing though her dark brown hair. Floating before her were dozens of multi-colored hot air balloons. Each was tied with tough woven ropes knotted into many stacks waged into the ground. The hot air balloons seem to pull on the robes as if waiting impatiently to be released. The green grass rippled like waves from the slight breeze. The sky was light blue without any clouds blocking the spectacular view of the bright flaming sun.
Seychelles grabbed hold of one of the ropes that attached the balloon to the basket and she leaned forward to get a better view of the men untying the balloon from the ground. The robe felt rough and scratchy under her hand.
"Careful, Seychelles. I wouldn't want you to fall off the balloon," France said. She could feel France's protective hand on her shoulder as he pulled her back from the edge of the basket.
Seychelles's stomach lurched as the hot air balloon was released from its earthy prison and it joylessly reunited with its friend, the sky. She laughed with astonishment and joy as they rose higher and higher into the air. France smiled at Seychelles, happy that she was enjoying herself. Seychelles raised her arms and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind whipping her pigtails and swaying her blue dress around. She loved the feeling of weightlessness.
She laughed again. She lowered her arms, turned to face France, and she said, eagerly, "This is so incredible! I can't believe you brought me here!"
France smiled and he brushed her cheek gently. France wore his usual blue jacket and red pants. His bright blue eyes were sparkling and his blond wavy hair was tied in a loose ponytail.
France's eyes turned serious and determined and his face inched closer to hers. Her gasp was quickly cut off when his lips met hers. Seychelles's heart thumped loudly and her face flushed. When he broke off, tears came to her brown eyes.
France looked at her, worried. "Did I go too far, mon cher?" asked France, brushing away her tears away from her cheeks with his thumbs.
Seychelles stood there, speechless and shocked. 'Que? France is actually worried that he went too far? That is certainly not like France! Oh, France must really care about me! He…he loves me!' she thought, surprised and immensely happy.
Seychelles throw her arms around his neck and she slammed her lips to his. Now it was France's turn to be shocked. But as time passed, the kissed deepened. His fingers wrapped around her hair and a hand pressed against her back, pushing her closed to him. It seemed like an eternity before they broke apart. When they did, Seychelles put her head on his chest, hearing the beat of his heart.
'So this is the joy of flying in the sky and falling in love,' Seychelles thought as France held her close.