The next morning, having nothing better to do, I followed Christopher to the northern edge of Karin, not too far from the back wall of the palace, where he stood staring at the grassy plains that covered most of the country.
“Surely at the least some flowers should be in bloom right now...” he murmured.
“There.” I said, placing on hand on his shoulder and pointing with my other at a large clump of small black-to-silver flowers growing an arms’ reach from where we were standing.
“A-ah! Oh, Miss Maria, thank you. But are those not too small for decoration?
“Maybe a little, but I am sure I can make them work. Just be careful when handling them, the leaves are very sharp.”
“Ah, yes, it is called the Sharpleaf Inkstem, after all.”
I chuckled a little, as Christopher bent down and started to pluck some of the flowers.
“Hehe... the sharpness of the leaves is not a great as people often say!” Christopher laughed, turning to face me with a soft smile, surprisingly relaxed. I smiled back, tensing up a little, before glancing at the grass next to me, having realised a sharp warmth in my face.
If only I had known what was to come soon...
Christopher had gathered a large collection of inkstems, daisies and assorted of small-to-medium-small flowers by the end of the day, but no large flowers. I reassured him that they will still do, inside hoping that he would not notice the deep pinkness that was likely covering my face.
“Surely at the least some flowers should be in bloom right now...” he murmured.
“There.” I said, placing on hand on his shoulder and pointing with my other at a large clump of small black-to-silver flowers growing an arms’ reach from where we were standing.
“A-ah! Oh, Miss Maria, thank you. But are those not too small for decoration?
“Maybe a little, but I am sure I can make them work. Just be careful when handling them, the leaves are very sharp.”
“Ah, yes, it is called the Sharpleaf Inkstem, after all.”
I chuckled a little, as Christopher bent down and started to pluck some of the flowers.
“Hehe... the sharpness of the leaves is not a great as people often say!” Christopher laughed, turning to face me with a soft smile, surprisingly relaxed. I smiled back, tensing up a little, before glancing at the grass next to me, having realised a sharp warmth in my face.
If only I had known what was to come soon...
Christopher had gathered a large collection of inkstems, daisies and assorted of small-to-medium-small flowers by the end of the day, but no large flowers. I reassured him that they will still do, inside hoping that he would not notice the deep pinkness that was likely covering my face.
