Tarrant sat in the dark dank cell cursing his inability to help Priscilla and worrying over Aimee's safety at the same time. He winced as another shot of pain shot up his leg. One of his tormentors had hurt it pretty bad. They didn't even ask him any questions; they just beat him for the sake of beating him.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the daisies Aimee had put on his hat. His hat had been taken by one of the guards, and the daisy that he was holding now had fallen off of it. It had been stuck in the sash of his hat. It didn't show any signs of fading, but then again why should it. It was a magic flower after all and not fragile like regular flowers.
'I wonder what my bonnie lass is up to right now.' Tarrant pondered, and then his thoughts took a darker course. 'I wonder if I will ever see her again.'
He pictured her smiling face, beautiful green eyes that lit up with such enthusiasm, and her infectious laughter. If only he could hold her again. Kiss her one more time and tell her how much he loved her.
'No I can't think like that. I will see her again.' He thought as his eyes lit up with determination.
