She tends to their horses as he does this, making sure they are both well, then frees them to drink from the stream and graze awhile as she sits by her husband, openly bemused. "You anticipate me, I see." She plucks a cowslip herself and threads it into his hair, as his hands are occupied. "It quite suits you, my lord!"
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timeasmymeasure
<3 AWESOME totally an accident on my part, I just googled Scottish wildflowers ;) which fable??
Date: 2019-06-04 09:26 pm (UTC)