B is for Blue Feather
"I never pegged you for a romantic type Rio."
The surprise in Allen's voice almost made her want to jump for joy. She had finally done it! She had finally caught him off guard!
Tossing her hair back, she straightened herself up and gave a small smirk. "Damn straight!" she said, not caring about her language (she was a farmer, not a poet) "I believe that the Blue Feather's one of the most humblest and sweetest acts of love out there!" She gave a dreamy sigh as her mind began to wander.
"I can't wait until I get one from my prince." She murmured, giggling to herself. "I can just picture it now…He'll call me out when I least expect, present me the Blue Feather, tell me he never wants to leave my side, and then we'll-"
She was cut off when she heard the soft laughter of Allen coming from right next to her. Realizing she had been rambling, she shot him a quick glare.
"What's so funny?" She asked, trying hard not show her embarrassment.
"Nothing." Allen said, still chuckling. "It's just that…. Are you telling me how to propose to you?"
Rio's eyes widened. She felt her confidence shatter into a million pieces and scatter around her. Her cheeks becoming suddenly hot, she balled her hands up into two fists and screamed,
"O-of course not!"
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So, I wrote two because I thought just one drabble was too short. Cheers!