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"I think you'd be a weed," Emelia snickers.
-Tate and Emelia stopped one last time before entering the new village. They had been sending letters to Clement and Morgana, planning to keep in touch. Now, they're goofing around, talking about flowers.-
Tate frowns. "A weed? Ah, my muse, you wound me! Why would I be a weed?"
Emelia giggles. "Because your intrusive, a bit annoying, and definitely overgrown."
Tate tilts his head. "You're so mean..."
Emelia shrugs. "You could take it that way. I guess weeds are also pretty good-looking. And fun to mess with," she happily poked at his chest.
"You think I'm good-looking, my love?" He leans in closer to her.
Emelia doesn't move, but rolls her eyes. "Absolutely." She quick gives him a kiss on the nose and then backs up, as if to tease him.
Tate sighs. "That's it?"
Emelia folds her hands. "That was all."
"Sigh, the poor bard loses again to the woman he adorns! What a sad ending to the story I was about to base this night off of!" He jokingly says, patting his lute.
Emelia laughs. She slides a little closer to Tate, and reaches for his hand. "So what do you think I am, my beloved bard?"
Tate ponders her words for a moment. "I can't choose just one! Hm, I think a few Forget-Me-Notz, which symbolize your remembrance, true love, and trust. Then, I'd place a few Snapdragons, which would represent your strength and courageousness. And finally, I'd put two large buds of each Alstroemeria and Gladiolus to show your moral integrity and devotion."
Emelia blinks a few times. "Pardon?..."
Tate just smiles.
"I just assumed you would pick a rose or something...to convey the message of romance..."
Emelia stares at him fondly. Tate looks back and finally connects their fingertips. "You're not just that, my muse. You're everything bright in this world."
Emelia smiles.
"And hopefully, mine."
At this, Emelia immediately playfully slaps his arm.
"Hey! Cut me some slack, I'm madly in love with you!" He laughs.
Emelia sighs.
"Well, maybe I changed my mind about you."
Tate leans in. "Do tell, my muse."
Emelia grins. "A Hydrangea, to represent your gratitude, honesty, and deep understanding. And then a few Carnations to show your fascination and distinction against others," she says.
Tate smiles at her. "Whatever makes you happiest, mi amor."
Emelia taps his forehead and laughs. "Alright! Enough with the nicknames!"
~
So there they laughed and listened and spoke. Until Emelia fell asleep. Tate carried her to the wagon and let her lay on him while they drifted off to dreamland.