Do not own characters.
Robin opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. He was in some cottage, a woman standing in the next room speaking to a man and what looked like his father. He looked next to him noticing the weight on the bed. The girl he saw earlier sat there braiding her hair. She looked down at him and smiled softly, fern green eyes sparkling. "How do you feel?" She asked. Her words were kind enough, but Robin could tell something else was within them.
He thought a moment as he stared down at his body. He felt awful but wasn't about to tell this girl that. "Fine." He muttered mustering up a smile. She peered down at him, green eyes baring into him.
"You are a bad liar." She said her attention turning back to her braid.
"Who are you?" Robin asked the girl. She glanced his direction briefly, than back at her hair.
"A girl. And you are a boy." She said with a smile.
He glared at her, "What is your name?"
She paused her braiding a moment debating if she should tell him or not, " What is yours?" She returned the question.
This girl is annoying! Robin thought staring at her. " Its Robin, now your turn?" He said frowning up at her.
"Celandine." The girl smiled down at him. He said her name in his head a few times. It was pretty. She continued smiling and said, " I like robins, they are good birds."
"I'm not a bird!" Robin said at her, anger making his cheeks hot.
"No, I never said you were." She lost her smile and looked away.
"You thought it!" He could not even figure out why he felt anger at the moment. This girl was pretty too him, as pretty as he found most girls his age. Perhaps more.
"Did I?" She turned her gaze back to him. " I simply stated a fact."
"How old are you?" He asked not meeting her eyes.
"Six, and yourself?" She answered.
"Eight." Robin turned his eyes to the entrance and watched as his father came and sat on the other side of the bed, " You are in trouble young man." He said reaching a hand to brush the boys hair out of his face. "Your mother is going to kill you." his father said with a smile. His father turned his attention to Celandine, "Thank you young lady for getting your father, and finding me." His father said to the girl. She grinned as a slight blush came to her cheeks.
"Where is Much?" Robin asked his father.
"At home with his mother." His father, Robert, answered, " We are staying the night here, you and Celandine here are sharing her room."
"Why?" He said glancing more about the room. It was indeed the girls room. Flowers were drawn onto pieces of parchment, little wooden dolls in a tiny doll house sat in one corner, and a little green dress was thrown on top of the chest at the end of the small bed.
"The healer would like too monitor you a bit longer, just to make sure your going to be okay." Robert explained nodding to the women he was speaking with earlier. "You took quite a dunking."
"Celandine, go get a spare blanket for yourself." The women, Robin guessed was the girls mother instructed. Celandine got off the bed and walked into the next room returning once she had a woven blanket in her arms.
(:D)
Celandine lay down after blowing out the candles, her head at the opposite end of the bed where Robins feet lay.
"Thank you." Robin whispered to her.
The girl sat up and smiled at him, "What for?" She asked. Even in the darkness he knew her green eyes were on him.
"You saved me." He replied playing with a loose string on the blanket.
"My father saved you." She replied.
"Can you come up here?" Robin asked staring across the bed at her.
"Why?" She asked.
"I-um" Robin frowned, " I'm just not used to sleeping somewhere else." She sighed than crawled to the top of the bed before laying back down. "Thank you."
"It's alright if you are scared." She said softly.
"I am not scared, just lonely." He replied turning his head to face her. "Don't you get lonely if you stay at someone else's house?"
She turned her small body to him, "No. I have never stayed at someone else house before."
"Oh." Was all he could think to say. "Goodnight." Robin said closing his eyes.
"Night." He heard after a few moments, smiling to himself he drifted to sleep. Perhaps he and this girl would become friends.