A/N: Epilogue! The end… *sighs* sort of sad… ya know, but your probably not reading this, you want to get to the story rather than read boring author notes so I don't even know why I keep typing. Why don't I stop? My fingers keep moving, I think I'm cursed, how long will this author's note be. Ack! Tell my sister to press the un bold button and the enter button! Quick! Quick!

Rosethorn sat at the table smiling her to her self. She fingered the ring on her finger thinking of the words engraved on the inside. Meus Amo Diligo. My Love Forever.

Today was their anniversary. They were having a party this afternoon. Crane had left early this morning to go to place that was several hours away to get some bulbs and stuff.

Rosethorn's room had been enlarged, it was about two times as big as it had been.

Lark popped her head in.

"Good morning Rosethorn!" Lark said.

"Good morning Lark!" Rosethorn said.

Lark came in at sat down at the table across from Rosethorn, "Happy anniversary."

Rosethorn smiled, "Yes, it's already been three years, how this time has whipped by."

Lark nodded, "It's seems like just yesterday Briar and the girls were snooping around and spying on you and Crane as you fell in love."

"They spied on me, I mean us?!" Rosethorn asked.

Lark nodded and Rosethorn looked indignant.

Standing up Rosethorn smiled, "Well I'm going into my workroom to put the finishing touches on my, on my present for him."

"All right then," Lark said standing too, "I'll see you later this afternoon."

Rosethorn walked to her workroom and took a very small shakkan off the window shelf.

It was a pear tree and it was only about 6 inches high. Its little pot was finely carved and made out of a reddish stone.

The pear tree it self was grown in the shape of a heart.

To Crane's POV…

Crane swung onto the back of a gray gelding, holding onto his things tightly. In the bag tied to the saddle was a delicate bronze rose in reddish stone pot filled with dirt, along with a few bulbs.

He kicked the gelding into a canter. The sooner he was home and back with Rosethorn the better.

The gelding had a smooth canter, which was good, so the flowers wouldn't be crushed. He was in for a long ride. 

Rosethorn's POV…

Rosethorn angrily applied more glue to red ribbon that she and lark were gluing to the ceiling.

Briar came in and looked around at the pinkness of the room. Then he noticed that Lark and Rosethorn were gluing the ribbon to the ceiling.

"Rosethorn, you do you realize you are gluing the ribbon to the ceiling, right?" Briar asked and plopped down in a chair.

"Oh yes, don't worry it dissolves in about two days," Rosethorn said as the ribbon fell.

She pushed it up again and banged it to get it to stay.

"Boy!" she shouted.

"Briar," he responded.

"Get me a hammer!" she told him furiously pushing at the ribbon to stick to the ceiling.

"Okay," he said and wandered off.

Lark glanced at Rosethorn's ribbon as she pulled more of the red ribbon off the spool, "mine's sticking just fine."

"Your bottle is probably newer," Rosethorn replied.

Lark shrugged as Briar came back in.

"Here's your hammer Rosethorn," Briar said.

"Thank you Briar," Rosethorn said and took the hammer.

A few minutes later…

Crane pulled the gelding to a halt in front of Discipline Cottage. A stable boy took the gelding away. He took his presents for Rosethorn and stepped in, carefully concealing the rose under a bag.

He was very surprised to see Rosethorn holding a hammer, standing on a chair, banging at a ribbon that had been partially glued to the ceiling. She was yelling as well.

"Damn glue!! Stick!! Stick!! Evil thing!!" she growled and hissed.

Crane placed the rose, still under its blanket, onto the table. There were already quite a few anniversary presents from various people on it.

"Hello Rosethorn," Crane said, touching her on the shoulder.

She turned around and smiled when she saw him.

"Hello Crane. I was just getting this ribbon to stick to the ceiling," she said, the hammer at her side.

She stepped down off the chair and found herself suddenly much shorter then Crane. Setting her hammer on the table she then reached up and kissed Crane tightly on the lips. He wrapped her arms around her and hugged her at the same time.

"Ok, enough with the kissing, lets round everyone up for the party," Briar said.

Rosethorn and Crane both glared at him, the continued kissing. Briar rolled his eyes and left the room, in search of the party guests. When he returned, they were still kissing.

"Get a room," he muttered and sat down.

Rosethorn looked at Briar and then said, "Briar, we've been married for three years! You do know that married couples kiss? One of these days it'll be you kissing some pretty young lady. What'll you say then, huh?"

Briar was blushing slightly, "Er, Rosethorn… er… uh."

Lark was grinning as she pasted up some more ribbons. She had never heard Rosethorn talk to Briar about that sort of thing before. Then again, Briar was getting older.

By then the girls and their teachers had come in and were sitting down at the table. Rosethorn and Crane sat down next to each other at the end of the table. And they lived happily ever after.

The End