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Robin often went to see her, or she him. Sometimes Much would be there, sometimes not. Their friendship blossomed quickly, and he enjoyed to spend time with a girl rather than other boys his age. Celandine, unlike him, had very few friends. As far as he knew him and Much were too of her only friends. It had been almost two years since the three of them met each other, most weeks they spent inseparable. Celandine was turning eight in May, and Robin himself turning ten in October, Much's ninth in June. He smiled inwardly at himself sitting on his bed.
What am I to get them? He thought. Robin had recently received a job helping an elderly women sell pottery in the village. Each coin he earned went into his savings pouch, hidden well under his bed.
His family was not poor like some, but they were not as rich as the Lord's and Ladies. His father a knight for the King of England himself. Sometimes he would leave weeks at a time , sometimes months, for his duties in Nottingham, or even other major cities in England and sometimes France. Always bringing back gifts for him, his mother, Much, and now Celandine as well. Just recently his father returned home from London bringing with him a necklace for mother, a dagger for Robin, slingshot for Much, and a pretty comb that Robert told Robin to give to Celandine. He still has yet had the chance too.
Holding the comb now Robin grinned. . The comb was small with tiny, perhaps fake, jewels in its handle. He knew she would love it, or at least hoped she would. The girl was very opinionated for her young age. She showed no fear in making those opinions known to all. Robin looked up to see his father standing in the door way.
"You have not given it too her?" Robert said grinning.
"I keep forgetting it here." Robin explained sitting the comb down.
Robert laughed and said, "You have a soft spot for her?"
"No!" Robin said but could not help the blush forming on his cheeks, "Girls are gross. They are all flowers and-and dresses and junk." He explained.
Robert only laughed shaking his head, " I don't think that young lady cares at all for the state of her dresses."
"Oh Robert leave him be." Robin's mother, Elizabeth, said coming in behind him.
Robert kissed her hair gently. "Perhaps we should have their family over for dinner? You can give it too her than. A early birthday present?" Elizabeth said.
"I shall go invite them now." Robert said leaving the room.
"Help me clean please." Elizabeth asked Robin before leaving.
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"Thank you very much for having us over." Celandine's mother said as she set the wooden cup down.
"Oh, it is no problem at all." Elizabeth said smiling, "Robin, why don't you and Celandine go to your room and play while we talk for a bit."
Robin walked to his room Celandine fallowing quietly behind. "I have something for you." Robin said turning to her.
"Hmm?" She looked up green eyes wide.
"Well my father got it in London," Robin went to the small table, "Think of it as a birthday gift." He grabbed the comb hiding it from her view.
"Oh." She said with a smile, "What is it!?"
"Close your eyes, hold your hands out and no peeking till I say." Robin instructed when she did so he placed the comb within her little palms. "Open."
She opened her eyes staring down at the object. She looked up at Robin's face than back down, "Thank you."
"Your welcome," Robin said holding his right hand with his left.
"I can't take it though." She said trying to give the comb back.
"Of course you can! It's your birthday gift." He couldn't believe his ears.
She shook her head, "It's too nice." frowning she continued to hold the comb out.
"No. I will not take it back." Robin said a little frustration in his voice. She stepped closer still holding the comb out. "No!" She sighed and stayed where she was, "Celandine, no. It's yours."
She shook her head again eyes flashing. "Please Cely, just keep it."
"Give it too me on my birthday than." She opened his hand with her free one and placed the comb in it. " I will take it on my birthday only." She explained holding her chin high. She often did this too match Robin's stance. He sighed and placed it back on the table.
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The fallowing May she had accepted the comb happily. Robin smiled at his friend's night and day change in attitude towards the small gift. Unlike before, she thanked him, hugged him than proceeded to use the comb on her hair before placing it on a little shelf above her bed.
This girl is just surprising, Robin thought as he fallowed Celandine outside too the field surrounding her parents cottage. She ran ahead turning back with a smile in his direction, brown hair blowing to the side. In those few seconds Robin promised himself he would always be at her side from then on. Even when we are old with grey hair and no teeth, Robin thought. Always be her best friend. He smiled back beginning to fallow her when Much ran into Robin pushing him down in the grass. He glared back at his friend cheeks turning red on their own accord as Celandine looked down laughing at them.