an~ much as i firmly believe mustardseed is mine, im gonna spend the last two chapters on daphnerseed and wendaph. this is wendaph.
Daphne sat down on the rock happily. It held so many memories for her.
She'd shared her first kiss on this rock. True, it had been a bit awkward, Wendell had fallen on her, and it had just sort of progressed from there, but it was still the best thing that had happened to her up until then.
Their first date had been on that rock, too. They'd just sat thare, watching the stars, enjoying each other's company.
He'd asked her to marry him on that rock. She'd said yes, of course. He'd told her he brought her back to the rock because it ws so important to them. It was their meeting place, their hideaway.
It was her thinking spot, too. She would come out here and look at the river, just thinking, enjoying being alone and not on the run. The rock was her favorite place in the whole world.
She'd shared the rock with Sabrina once. It was Sabrina's 16th birthday, and she'd wanted to give her something special. So she'd shown her into her little private hideaway and given her a tour of all the little nooks and crannies, let her pick the wildflowers, left her alone to think. Sabrina still liked the rooftop better, but she told Daphne she'd picked one of the prettiest places in ferryport landing.
So Daphne had come back to the rock again, one week before her wedding, to calm down and relax. She needed it in all the hustle and bustle of the house. That was what the rock was for, anyway.