Months passed in much the same way they had for fifteen years; meeting in the moonlight, laughing, and Eurilie trying to fall in love with the god. She loved him, it was true, but no matter how she looked at him, he could only be a freind, a mentor, a father. Three months before the appointed day, Eurilie sat in a mango tree, wishing to convay her fears to her friend, Larisa. "Why don't you just tell me and get it over with?" Larisa rolled her eyes at her friends hesitation. She reached high into the branches and pulled down the sweet fruit, handing it back to Eurilie. Instead of putting it in the harvesting bag,she fiddled with it. "Because, my father was the elder of the tribe, and he swore my family to secrecy.
believe me, if I could, I would tell you everything!"
Larisa swung down and sat beside her.
"What, are you betrothed or something?"
Eurilie didn't look up from her mango.
""Eurilie!! You are?!? and you didn't tell me!!"
"It's not what you think, Larisa. It's.... More complicated."
She turned from her friend with a frustrated growl and clibed high into the tree.
Half the tribe was in the tree's today, mostly the women while the men worked in the rice fields. she climbed high as she could to look out over the lands and out to the sea.
Sighing, she leaned against a limb and wondered if she would miss her life on land.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the branch under her cracked.
A scream caught in her throat as she began to fall through the leaves.
But a strong arm caught hers.
She looked up to the young man with dark eyes who held her and her heart flip flopped.