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littlemanpoet · 09-11-2009, 07:23 PM

He had imagined them holding her hostage (in a frienldy way) in the middle of the Baker. He had expected to walk up to the Baker and issue threats that if she was not immediatley returned to him then vengeance would be his. He had not had a chance to say a single word for she came running out of the Baker, looking as beautiful and joyful as he had ever seen her. And that was saying something. She jumped into his arms and sought his lips with her own.

Even though it had been playing at kidnapping and not really so, being reunited with her now still hit him as strongly as if it had been real, and he felt tears leak out of his eyes. He barely noticed when the reins and swords were taken from his hands. He murmured words of endearment, not quite sure what he was saying, only sure that he meant them with all his heart, and that they were good and not anything that could be taken amiss.

The moment could have lasted for eternity and he would not have minded.

Then someone shouted, "Dance!" Others joined in the cry until the whole troop seemed to be calling for it.

09-11-2009, 07:23 PM	#488
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Eodwine He had imagined them holding her hostage (in a frienldy way) in the middle of the Baker. He had expected to walk up to the Baker and issue threats that if she was not immediatley returned to him then vengeance would be his. He had not had a chance to say a single word for she came running out of the Baker, looking as beautiful and joyful as he had ever seen her. And that was saying something. She jumped into his arms and sought his lips with her own. Even though it had been playing at kidnapping and not really so, being reunited with her now still hit him as strongly as if it had been real, and he felt tears leak out of his eyes. He barely noticed when the reins and swords were taken from his hands. He murmured words of endearment, not quite sure what he was saying, only sure that he meant them with all his heart, and that they were good and not anything that could be taken amiss. The moment could have lasted for eternity and he would not have minded. Then someone shouted, "Dance!" Others joined in the cry until the whole troop seemed to be calling for it. Last edited by littlemanpoet; 09-19-2009 at 08:18 AM.