Chapter Three:
Terra sat on her bed, the rising sun shining brightly in her room. She moaned softly as her cat purred up against her. "Aurora...go away..." More mewing escaped the cat's mouth. "Shoo!" she said a bit louder. The cat finally hissed gently, walking away from her owner.
The morning sun was now out, gleaming into her bedroom. The curtains blew around softly, allowing the aroma of roses to fly to her and into her nostrils. Another aroma flew into her room. "Is that...burnt eggs?" She sat up, looking at the mist of smoke in her room. "My house is on fire!" Terra screeched. She jumped out of bed, wrapping a robe around her nude body. She darted into the living room, and looked around at the cause of the fire. She averted her eyes towards the kitchen, seeing Edgar backing away from the smoking stove.
He spun around, staring at her. 'Even when she just woke up she's beautiful...' she was pouting softly, upset at the huge mess. "Umm...surprise?"
"Edgar, what are you doing here?" She walked towards the kitchen, staring at the mess.
He smiled and walked out of the kitchen. "Cooking?"
She smiled and walked into the kitchen, hugging Edgar softly. The meal he prepared actually looked appetizing. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Because, you looked so peaceful asleep." Edgar smiled and opened the kitchen window, allowing some smoke to fly out. "Go on and get ready if you need to...I still have bacon to cook."
Her hair was up now and in her gardening clothes. She looked at the half empty plate and sighed, not able to eat another bite. "You cooked too much, Edgar." Edgar laughed, continuing to chomp down on his dinner.
"Is it good?" She nodded softly, sipping away at her orange juice. "You're house is beautiful, Terra, inside and out. I especially love the ivy growing along the side of your house."
Terra nodded again, finishing her drink. "Thank you. I don't know why you wore such fancy clothing. I'm going to be out in the garden all day."
Edgar chuckled softly, smiling gently. "Terra, allow my gardener to do that!"
"Edgar, it's my responsibility. I love those roses like I would love my own children. It will only take a little while."
"But, Terra..."
"Please?" she pleaded gently. She batted her emerald eyes, making him nod softly. "Alright, I'm gonna start now. Could you do these dishes for me?"
She walked in, covered in dirt and mud. She took off her hat, placing it on a small rack. In one hand was a basket of fresh cut roses, in the other was a single rose that was in perfect bloom. "Edgar, look at this!" There was no answer. Her cat jumped onto the windowsill from outside, purring gently. "Edgar?" she called out again. There was still no answer. She walked into the kitchen, seeing the dishes poorly done. 'I should have guessed a king wouldn't be able to do dishes...'
She placed the freshly cut roses into a vase except for the perfect rose. She walked towards her room, only to see Edgar laying in her bed, half-naked. "Edgar!" she screeched, rushing out of the room.
"Huh?" Edgar sat up, yawning softly. He looked around, and stood out of bed. He reached for his cape and placed it on. This way, it looked like he was wearing more than his boxers. "Terra?"
"I'm...in the kitchen," Terra mumbled softly. She arranged the roses in the vase neatly, not able to look at him.
He walked to the doorway of the kitchen, and leaned gently on it. "What's wrong?"
"Edgar, I would prefer it if you didn't lay half-naked in my bed without warning," she said with a soft chuckle. He too, chuckled along with her. Edgar walked towards her, wrapping a hand coolly around her waist. She twisted around, staring dead at his chest. "Look what I found in the garden."
"A perfect rose! Beautiful, Terra! Absolutely beautiful. Just like you, my lady," Edgar whispered in her ear. She placed her hands on Edgar's chest, pushing him away. "What is it?"
"Edgar, we're not going to start that again..."
Edgar grinned goofily, and said, "Start what?"
"Edgar!"
"I know what you mean, I'm just teasing." Edgar wrapped his arms tightly around her, purring onto her neck.
"Yes, well...one day you're going to take your teasing too far." Terra pushed him away, yet again. She walked towards her room, with Edgar following. "Oh, and could you place on your clothes?"
They walked down to the beach, hand in hand, talking about old times. It was high tide, so they left their shoes at home, allowing the waves to brush against their feet. "So, Terra," Edgar said after a few minutes of silence.
"Yes?" she replied. She wrapped both arms around his arm as the ocean's breeze blew in.
Edgar smiled and pulled his arm away, wrapping a tight arm around her shoulders. "I was wondering if you ever wanted to move back to Figaro with me?"
She sighed gently, wrapping her arm around his waist. "I do want to, but, I'm undecided at this moment." Edgar frowned gently, tightening his grip on her. He looked over at one of the dunes, and pulled her over to it. "But, perhaps I will visit for a week or so."
Edgar smiled at her comment, still leading her to the sand dune. He took off his cape, lying it on a sandy rock, and sat down. "Have a seat. We've been walking for a while." Terra crossed her arms, and reluctantly sat down net to him. "So, when do you intend to visit? Perhaps I could get Sabin to come, too."
"Well, when are you going back?" Terra laid her head onto Edgar's shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her again.
"Tonight, why?"
"Looks like I better start packing then..."
Terra sat on her bed, the rising sun shining brightly in her room. She moaned softly as her cat purred up against her. "Aurora...go away..." More mewing escaped the cat's mouth. "Shoo!" she said a bit louder. The cat finally hissed gently, walking away from her owner.
The morning sun was now out, gleaming into her bedroom. The curtains blew around softly, allowing the aroma of roses to fly to her and into her nostrils. Another aroma flew into her room. "Is that...burnt eggs?" She sat up, looking at the mist of smoke in her room. "My house is on fire!" Terra screeched. She jumped out of bed, wrapping a robe around her nude body. She darted into the living room, and looked around at the cause of the fire. She averted her eyes towards the kitchen, seeing Edgar backing away from the smoking stove.
He spun around, staring at her. 'Even when she just woke up she's beautiful...' she was pouting softly, upset at the huge mess. "Umm...surprise?"
"Edgar, what are you doing here?" She walked towards the kitchen, staring at the mess.
He smiled and walked out of the kitchen. "Cooking?"
She smiled and walked into the kitchen, hugging Edgar softly. The meal he prepared actually looked appetizing. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Because, you looked so peaceful asleep." Edgar smiled and opened the kitchen window, allowing some smoke to fly out. "Go on and get ready if you need to...I still have bacon to cook."
Her hair was up now and in her gardening clothes. She looked at the half empty plate and sighed, not able to eat another bite. "You cooked too much, Edgar." Edgar laughed, continuing to chomp down on his dinner.
"Is it good?" She nodded softly, sipping away at her orange juice. "You're house is beautiful, Terra, inside and out. I especially love the ivy growing along the side of your house."
Terra nodded again, finishing her drink. "Thank you. I don't know why you wore such fancy clothing. I'm going to be out in the garden all day."
Edgar chuckled softly, smiling gently. "Terra, allow my gardener to do that!"
"Edgar, it's my responsibility. I love those roses like I would love my own children. It will only take a little while."
"But, Terra..."
"Please?" she pleaded gently. She batted her emerald eyes, making him nod softly. "Alright, I'm gonna start now. Could you do these dishes for me?"
She walked in, covered in dirt and mud. She took off her hat, placing it on a small rack. In one hand was a basket of fresh cut roses, in the other was a single rose that was in perfect bloom. "Edgar, look at this!" There was no answer. Her cat jumped onto the windowsill from outside, purring gently. "Edgar?" she called out again. There was still no answer. She walked into the kitchen, seeing the dishes poorly done. 'I should have guessed a king wouldn't be able to do dishes...'
She placed the freshly cut roses into a vase except for the perfect rose. She walked towards her room, only to see Edgar laying in her bed, half-naked. "Edgar!" she screeched, rushing out of the room.
"Huh?" Edgar sat up, yawning softly. He looked around, and stood out of bed. He reached for his cape and placed it on. This way, it looked like he was wearing more than his boxers. "Terra?"
"I'm...in the kitchen," Terra mumbled softly. She arranged the roses in the vase neatly, not able to look at him.
He walked to the doorway of the kitchen, and leaned gently on it. "What's wrong?"
"Edgar, I would prefer it if you didn't lay half-naked in my bed without warning," she said with a soft chuckle. He too, chuckled along with her. Edgar walked towards her, wrapping a hand coolly around her waist. She twisted around, staring dead at his chest. "Look what I found in the garden."
"A perfect rose! Beautiful, Terra! Absolutely beautiful. Just like you, my lady," Edgar whispered in her ear. She placed her hands on Edgar's chest, pushing him away. "What is it?"
"Edgar, we're not going to start that again..."
Edgar grinned goofily, and said, "Start what?"
"Edgar!"
"I know what you mean, I'm just teasing." Edgar wrapped his arms tightly around her, purring onto her neck.
"Yes, well...one day you're going to take your teasing too far." Terra pushed him away, yet again. She walked towards her room, with Edgar following. "Oh, and could you place on your clothes?"
They walked down to the beach, hand in hand, talking about old times. It was high tide, so they left their shoes at home, allowing the waves to brush against their feet. "So, Terra," Edgar said after a few minutes of silence.
"Yes?" she replied. She wrapped both arms around his arm as the ocean's breeze blew in.
Edgar smiled and pulled his arm away, wrapping a tight arm around her shoulders. "I was wondering if you ever wanted to move back to Figaro with me?"
She sighed gently, wrapping her arm around his waist. "I do want to, but, I'm undecided at this moment." Edgar frowned gently, tightening his grip on her. He looked over at one of the dunes, and pulled her over to it. "But, perhaps I will visit for a week or so."
Edgar smiled at her comment, still leading her to the sand dune. He took off his cape, lying it on a sandy rock, and sat down. "Have a seat. We've been walking for a while." Terra crossed her arms, and reluctantly sat down net to him. "So, when do you intend to visit? Perhaps I could get Sabin to come, too."
"Well, when are you going back?" Terra laid her head onto Edgar's shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her again.
"Tonight, why?"
"Looks like I better start packing then..."
