Ch. 2- Trick Blue
Pony looked down at the delicate trick blue in her dirty, gloved hands. The young farmer had been accidentally tipped off by Rock that Nami, the woman Pony reluctantly had her eyes on, was quite fond of the fall flower. She had been smitten by the traveller since the day she came to Forget-Me-Not Valley, to take over her father's old farm. Shaking her anxiety away, Pony let the moon guide her to the beach as her only light. Sure enough, Nami was sitting alone in the sand, staring at the ocean. Pony stood back, staring at the red-haired beauty, before approaching her.
"Nami?" Pony whispered.
Nami jumped, startled. She turned, rubbing her eyes. "Jeez, Pony.. Trying to scare me half to death?"
Pony blushed. "Not entirely.." She fiddled with the flower behind her back. "I wanted to talk to you without anyone else listening in." Nami gestured for her to sit next to her in the sand, and Pony followed suit. "Nami, I.." She pulled out the flower. "Here."
Looking at the trick blue, Pony could almost swear she saw a small smile on Nami's face. "What's this for?"
Pony scooted closer; Nami didn't protest. "I wanted to give it to you. I heard.. you like trick blues. And so, I thought, maybe, if I gave one to you, it'd be easier for me to tell you that-"
"That.. you like me?" Pony remained silent, frozen in fear. The flower began to slip from her fingers but Nami took it before it reached the sand. Crickets chirped. Waves crashed ashore. Time passed. Or did it stand still? Neither girl thought about that too much. "I.." Nami hesitated.
Pony stood. "I'm sorry, Nami. I shouldn't.. Have done this." She turned and began to walk away, but Nami grabbed her arm after she, too, sprung on her feet, and turned her around. The two were face to face, nose to nose, even. Slowly, gently, lovingly Nami pecked Pony's quivering lips.
"Don't cry," she whispered. "Thank you for the flower." Nami walked away after squeezing Pony's covered hand, tucking the trick blue behind her left ear.
"You're welcome," Pony murmured.
