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The WeatherMaker Hearts Desire By Lady Lilium Characters: 5216

Updated: 2018-07-12 12:02


He slowed to a stop, staring at her as she walked away. She did not acknowledge him, but seemed to be in a world of her own.

Arlen stayed rooted to the spot, frozen. He could not move.

'It was as if she had put a spell upon me' Arlen mumbled in a distant voice. 'From the very first moment I lay eyes on her, I thought to myself, I have to have her.'

'What made you fall in love with her?' Amaia asked him. 'If you only saw her for the first time and didn't speak to her.'

'You know' Arlen glanced at her happily. 'Your mother asked me the exact same thing.'

The sunlight above cast moving patterns though the leaves upon the forest floor. Shielding his eyes Arlen squinted at Ramana as she lay next to him. She grinned at him cheekily.

'I like it when you make funny faces' she said.

'I'm not making funny faces' he told her indignantly. 'This is just my face.'

She giggled at him, rolling onto her side she propped herself up on an elbow, resting her head in a hand.

'You're so cute' she said to him.

'I'm not trying to be cute.'

'I know' she beamed back at him. 'That's what I find cutest of all.'

Arlen lowered his hand, turning his head to face her properly as he rested on his back against the cool grass in the forest.

'You say the silliest things sometimes' he smiled warmly.

She glowed, looking ever more beautiful.

'So' she said to him, tickling him as he tried to squirm away from her. 'A handsome man such as yourself chased by every woman who lays eyes upon you….what made you choose me?'

'What do you mean?' Arlen asked her, weaving his fingers through hers.

'I mean…' she chuckled, poking his nose. 'Why did you fall in love with me? I didn't know who you were when you started sending me gifts.' Her eyes glistened as she watched him closely, waiting for a response. 'What was it about me that you liked?'

'It was love at first sight' Arlen breathed, never taking his eyes from her.

'But women throw themselves at your feet' Ramana told him. 'Why haven't you fallen for any of them?'

'It's not like that' Arlen said frowning and shoving her lightly.

Ramana flicked his hand away, pushing him back and giggling.

'Women don't throw themselves at my feet' Arlen told her.

'Yes they do.'

'No' Arlen said in mock irritation. 'They don't.'

'Well' Ramana continued. 'Why didn't you like any of them?'

'I was waiting for the right person' Arlen replied.

'But why were none of them the right person?' She asked him.

'You mean those pampered spoilt women who think they are better than everyone else because they are r

icher, or better looking? Or because their parents are important people? The type of woman who spends hours every day painting her face and preening herself? The type of women who has so little care in the world besides themselves, they spend hours living inside their own heads? You want to know why I'm not interested in them?'

'Alright' Ramana smiled, satisfied at the answer. 'What was it about me that made you fall in love with me before you even knew me?'

'It was what I saw about you' Arlen grinned.

'What do you mean?' Ramana asked teasingly.

'I have seen so many women of the type who choose to spend their whole lives inside, knowing nothing of the real world. Not even caring to find out, women who do nothing with their lives. But when I saw you, I saw the kind of person you are.'

'Oh?' Ramana winked, curious now.

Arlen reached forward, brushing her hair back.

'You look so beautiful all the time' he told her. 'But I like it best when your hair is down.'

'It's a good thing I always have it down then' Ramana said, resting her head against the ground with her hands stuck out before her, poking Arlen's stomach repeatedly.

Arlen tried to fend himself off, waving his hands at hers.

'I saw a lot about your character that day' Arlen continued, catching her waving hands in his. 'That day you walked past me. That day I first laid eyes upon you, I saw your beauty and magnificence.'

'Oh stop' she laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly.

He flicked her nose playfully in response.

'Go on' Ramana told him when they had calmed again. 'What did you see about my character?'

'You're fingers' he told her.

'Fingers?' she made a funny face at him. 'You fell in love with me because of my fingers?'

'Yes. I mean no.' Arlen made a sound of exasperation. 'You had paint on your fingers' Arlen went on, 'which means you like to paint, you are creative. There were twigs in your hair, and dirt on your dress that made it look like you had been kneeling. I thought you perhaps like to garden, maybe you like flowers; maybe you have a collection of them. And the twigs in your hair, how did they get there? Were you walking through the woods, or perhaps climbing a tree? You didn't wear any makeup, but you were more beautiful without it. You dressed in vibrant red and walked with your head held high; I saw you were a confident person, proud, and strong. That is the woman I have spent my life searching for, that is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. And when I heard you sing…' Arlen took a deep breath. 'I was completely blown away.'

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