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Chapter 2- Morning Glory
"Faolin! Do you even know what 'on time' means! I have to go meet with mother and the lords and ladies in Tildari Hall! Please, next time, keep track of time. I am very busy." Arya said, exasperated. She turned away, but he grabbed her arm. "Arya." he said. "I haven't seen you for months. Are you all right?" "Yes, Faolin," she replied, "and I have been making an effort to see you for a while now, but you keep not being there." Arya pulled away from him and dashed off into the trees. Faolin sighed and wandered off. A while later, he found himself standing under the tree where he had placed the note for Arya, ten years ago. He sat down under the tree to think. Arya seemed to have been avoiding him for the last few months, even though she had been 'trying' to meet with him. In truth, he kept arriving at the spot where they were to meet, and she wouldn't be there. Granted, he was often a little late… or a lot late… so maybe it was his fault. Probably. But… he didn't know. Arya had recently been embarrassed around him, and seemed in a rush to get to all the places she 'needed' to be. It hadn't always used to be so urgent. She would often stay with him a bit longer, and not care if she was a little late for some meeting that she was forced to go to. Maybe she had started to take her position more seriously. They were getting older, and perhaps it was more important then ever that Arya take on her duties as princess, and therefore ambassador of the elves. It was odd though, because to Faolin it had always seemed that Arya hated politics. Well, there was really nothing he could do about it.
When Faolin got back to his house, he found a note lying on his pillow. He picked it up and read it.
Faolin,
I'm sorry I ran off the way I did this afternoon. This meeting was really important, and I had to go. Unfortunately, I can't tell you what it was about, because, like most of these things, it was confidential. I really do want to talk to you though. Meet me at the pond tomorrow at sunrise. I know it's early, but I only have time in the morning.
-Arya
Faolin was feeling considerably better after he read Arya's note. It must just be that she had too much to do, not that she was avoiding him. He set his alarm for an hour before sunrise, just to make absolutely sure he wasn't late. He then went out for a walk. Faolin was fond of walking, and he liked watching the world around him. Faolin continued walking until he arrived at the pond. Faolin murmured a spell in the ancient language, and huge morning glories bloomed around the water. He reached out his mind towards the plants, and turned them deep, ebony black. He then rimmed them with a light blue, and crafted a splash of lilac in the middle of each petal, with a dot of yellow at the tips. They were beautiful.
Faolin's alarm buzzed, jolting him awake. He saw that it was still dark out, and then remembered that he was to go meet Arya this morning. Quickly, he washed and dressed. He then left his house and ran to the pond. He arrived there just as a tinge of pink appeared on the horizon. He sat down on the bridge, and then saw Arya appear form the trees. "Faolin. You're here." she said, and sat down next to him. "I have something I need to tell you." "So do I.," he replied. "You go first. Arya took a deep breath, then leaned over… and kissed him. Faolin was so surprised he almost fell over. Luckily, her didn't. He put his arms around her and kissed her back. Arya broke away after a few seconds and whispered; "I love you too." they sat there like that for a few seconds, arms around each other, just enjoying being together. The sun rose over the trees and flooded everything with beautiful golden light. Arya looked out at the pond then, and saw the irises Faolin had grown for her. "Did you... did you grow those here?" Arya asked. "Yes" Faolin said softly. "They're beautiful." She whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Not as beautiful as you are." He whispered, and kissed her again. Arya sighed, utterly happy. They sat together, watching the sunrise. The white raven, Blaghden, flew overhead and shrieked "Weirda" into the still air. "Fate." Arya said quietly. "So it is."
Author's note- Sorry, this was sort of short too! I can't help it… I am a naturally concise writer! Blah…
