Just for you

The days leading up to wedding of Briar and Artorais have filled The Hallows with a bizz of excitement and flurry of activity. She had never known all that goes into planning such a huge event and, because of everything that needs to be done, Fern and Rudyard had both thrown themselves into helping with preparations. Despite it all, the gray girl still rises before the sun to train on the fields with her sword before she beginning her day. And, since Rudyard likes to stay up late into the evening and slumber as late as possible, the gray couple have been seeing less and less of each other. While Fern knows things need to be done and that after the wedding, things will calm down, she still feels a tug of sadness every time she slips out to start her day.

Placing some more meat into the stores, Fern takes a few steps back and survives the room. Blue eyes slowly trail around the packed room, eyeing the various meats and taking of stock of anything else that needs to be added. Or… she tries to. Her body is present but the gray girl’s mind is miles away as she thinks of Rudyard and the promises of adventures when they had first met. More and more, she finds herself wishing that they could slip away for a day or two without anyone noticing and run side by side as they chase the sunset. With a sigh, she turns sadly toward door and makes her way back up into the castle, wondering exactly what it would take to kidnap the motley boy. Stopping off in the kitchen, informs the cooks of the new supply of meat

Suddenly, a call catches her sensitive ears and a brilliant smile pulls at her lips as she excuses herself. Swift pale paws pull her out the castle as Fern runs toward where the call came from. She only slows when the surprise Rudy has prepared comes into view with the motley boy standing beside it. Bright eyes widen as she takes in the stone with two rabbits set on top of it and flowers arranged on either side. On both sides of the makeshift table are tall burning branches, serving as torches for the quickly approaching night. Pale paws stop before the table as she continues to look over the offerings before turning to capture Rudy’s golden gaze with cool ocean blues.

A smile slowly builds as she looks at him, happiness tugging at her lips until the smile is huge. All she can manage to say is a breathy, “Oh Rudy.” Before she launches herself into the boy’s chest and winds her legs around the boy who has heart. Fern buries her face into the fur on his chest in a show of appreciation as she adds, “Its perfect.” She holds onto him for a long moment before releasing him to take a seat at the table and enjoy the surprise.


"Fern Lark"