Skippy: Chapter 6! Woo! Anyway this came from two of my reviewers suggestions. And Womble's constant pokings. I'm not s'posed to insult him any more. Anyway: Here's chapter 6. (With bonus poem!)
His hair is red,
Her eyes are blue,
They can both kill people
But she heals them too
Flowers
Jehanna had no flowers (and most likely never would); it was barren and too hot for anything except the stringy weeds to grow. Grado however was always covered with the beautiful blossoms but seemed to have a problem producing strong fighters (judging by the imperial prince Lyon who, according to Eirika, really liked picking Grado's flowers).
But none of the flowers had the depth of her eyes or moved the same way that his hair did in the wind. Grado was full of beauty but Jehanna had it's warriors. And each of them (in each other's eyes) was the best from their country.
One night Joshua told her his views and Natasha had laughed about the flowers. She replied that he was like a rose.
He stared at her in disbelief. A scruffy mercenary like him from a kingdom of sand and weeds... looking like a rose?
'A rose may be wonderful, especially with the dark red blood colouring, but watch out for its thorns' She told him, blue eyes glittering.
He stared at her for a while, blinking. "But roses can't grow in sand."
Skippy: Still running low on inspiration. Any suggestions would be fab! R & R