AN: Here we go, another fluffy chapter :) Credit where credit's due, I was inspired a great deal by saywheeeee's amazing story "many's the time I ran with you down." The next few chapters will probably be set on Arkene, so I hope you like it.

Disclaimer; Not mine. Again, even the "original" components of this were somebody else's first, let alone the DW stuff...

The TARDIS doors creaked open, revealing a stunning floral panorama. Orchids, ranging from thimble sized to ten feet tall, in various shades of blue, green, violet, were surrounded by lush, rolling hills of woodland and glimmering blue lakes. In the middle distance, smoke rose up from a campfire, and yellow pebble paths led the way into what must be a settlement – in fact, it was just about visible behind a group of particularly tall Orchids, a collection of terracotta huts and canvas tents that were clustered around a green area that teemed with the exuberant life of a people that had only ever known peace.

"Wow," breathed Amy, letting her head fall against the Doctor's shoulder. "Wow."

"Yeah," he replied, grinning smugly. "Arcana, home of the Breathing Orchids and the most beautiful landscape this side of…anywhere, really. The plantations are tended by the Arkenes, a peaceful race of humans that settled here in a sort of commune in the late 35th Century-"

"OK, OK, enough of the lecture!" interjected Amy, batting the Doctor across the chest. "Just let me…look."

"Sure," the Doctor agreed readily. "Sure." Silence surrounded them, their breathing falling into synchronisation as they let the beauty around them fill up their minds, all the stress and worries they had ever had seemed to fall away until-

The TARDIS doors creaked again, and Rory stepped out. He had still not quite shaken the apprehensive, how-is-this-happening look on his face every time the TARDIS landed somewhere new, but he, too, was taken aback at the wonders in front of him. Seemingly oblivious to everything else, Rory took a few slow steps, breathing in and out deeply and wearing a huge smile. He turned delightedly to the others.

"This place is gorgeous!" he beamed, pulling Amy to his side by the hand and spinning her around. "Absolutely stunning!"
Amy laughed and snuggled into his arms.
"I know, it's just…wow." The two of them laughed together, whirling around and around, lost in their happiness and in each other.

Behind them, leaning – but definitely not slumped – against the TARDIS, the Doctor gave a rueful smile. She really has no idea, he thought. The effect she has on – people – But he stopped that thought cold. He was not going to let Jane Austen's stupid prying mess with his head. He had brought the TARDIS here so Amy and Rory could have a proper honeymoon holiday, all romance and beauty and loveliness, and that was what they were going to get. Rubbing his hands together, he marched resolutely forwards.
"Right then!" he said, grabbing Amy's free hand and dragging her and Rory off down the little yellow path. "Shall we go and say hello?"

-x-

The Doctor had not chosen this specific time and place completely at random: this was the month of Capolette on Arkana, the last month of summer and the end of the harvest season. Today was the last day of work; tonight the festival would begin. All day now, those not helping getting the last crops in had been cooking, preparing, cleaning, decorating, gathering – the whole village would gleam and glitter, and everyone would be invited to the Opening Feast. It didn't matter if you hadn't done much work during the harvest for whatever reason; expecting young women, mothers and babies, old grandparents, schoolchildren, guests, all would join to celebrate the efforts of their relatives and friends. "Guests" being, of course, the three strangers who had arrived unexpectedly and seemed to take a joy in everything around them.

As darkness started to fall, turning the sky into an inky purple canvas and the orchids into gleaming pools of unearthly colour, everyone gathered around the huge campfire. First, speeches were held by the Mayor, the school teacher, the heads of each family. Amy and Rory, by now accustomed to understanding the language wherever they went, were at first indignant when the Doctor told them he'd temporarily disabled their translation circuits.

"Listen," he'd said, simply, and then they'd heard it – the Arkenes' mother tongue, an ululating singing that all at once seemed to capture the beauty and fragility of Orchids and the responsibility and joy that came from caring from them.

Amy lost herself in the singing tones, her head resting on Rory's lap, staring into the flickering flames. She could not say how much time had passed – hours – minutes – or several dusky evenings. The speech just…came to a natural close, as all the best speeches do, even in an alien language. There was a shining moment of silence – and then the music started. Amy, startled by the drum beat and loud, exuberant tones that seemed so at odds with the flowing gentleness of only moments before, looked around for the source of this intrusion. It took her a while to find them, the group of grinning children, each holding their drum or fiddle with utter pride. Their tiny feet stamped out a simple rhuthm as they danced and weaved through the crowd, forming two concentric circles around the fire. All around, Amy could see parents waving, families laughing, youngest siblings bouncing up and down in their simple joy. As the music carried on, Amy suddenly knew what she had known along. She snuggled further into Rory's steady embrace, secure in her happiness, mind filled with the utter joy, the sweet promise of the thought -

I want to be a mother, someday. Not yet. But soon.

AN: Likey? Hope you do! I just thought we needed some fluffy character stuff, because after this...well. Let's just say there won't be much fluff for a while ;) Please do review, only takes a second and I will be so so grateful!