A/N: I wrote this in the wee hours of the morning yesterday, mostly as a result of a drabble challenge going on between Kuneko and I in the hopes of getting our writing juices going. xD It was supposed to be a random couple really, though its funny that it ended up being an official one in the end, N64 does always seem to slip ones mind when thinking of the Harvest Moon series canon wise. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this little piece which, though predominantly romance, does end up being slightly reflective and based upon my observations in FoMT; have fun reading!

Disclaimer: The fantastic, wonderful and MARVELOUS Marvelous Inc. own the lovely series known as Harvest Moon, not I, thus none of what you see before you is actually canon.

It's amazing what strange little relationships can blossom if a person's soul is fertile enough to allow for growth. They're encounters had once been innocent enough; a wave along an empty pathway, a nod within the busy supermarket, a call of greeting when they both happened to be in the square, a shared smile when they stood alone amongst the trees. They had been nothing before, with only the thin connection that was Anna placing the two of them in each others lives and even then only to the degree that was mass public gatherings and dinner parties. Now, however, they were so much more.

Gazing shyly at Lillia's reflection within the pristine waters of the lake, Basil thought fondly of her delicate countenance. She was very similar to the flowers he studied and, if he were to admit it, which was probably what attracted him so strongly to her in the first place. She was the complete opposite of his wife, something that made it a lot easier to function around her without fear of reprimand or a jab at his manhood. Where Anna stood tall, dark and powerful, Lillia remained frail, gentle, beautiful and in need of protection. Thinking back, Basil reminisced that Anna had once been so desirable because she was so different from what he loved, helping provide a sound base for what he hoped to build the rest of his reality upon. Over time however, with years of marriage under his belt and a daughter to love and care for, the plant hunter began to see that his beloved who once a young woman headfast and stern, had grown into someone who demanded to much of the man he had become. Where once she had proven to be a centering force, supportive of his dreams when he was but a boy standing on shaky, uncertain legs, she was now a source of malice and resentment, her hatred toward the man she had supported caused by him not providing her with the lavish future she had hoped for.

A soft, supple hand suddenly grabbed his, letting the researcher return from his tainted thoughts, looking up into the face of his new lady love, he returned the gesture with one of his own. The woman before him had seen her own fair share of pain, still felt much of it in fact and took about as much comfort from these secret rendezvous as he did. They both knew they were betraying those who had put trust in them, and that technically what their trysts guaranteed was alienation from both their children and the town, but some things just could not be helped. Sometimes people find comfort in the embrace of someone unexpected, someone who appreciates the beauty of the world in the same way they do, sometimes people find companions in silence and in observation, and sometimes people find love in someone they pass everyday, someone who is a moon-drop in the night, beautifully hidden.