Blooming of The Loving Rose
One week before
It was a sunny day in Caryave’s little farm on the outskirts of Thilal Asari. The sky was clear, there was nothing out of the ordinary. The beautiful dwarf was just walking out of her house to start her morning chores. She was planning to pick the trees of the north field today. It was the cider season after all, and all the apples should be juiced fresh. She was just getting her buckets ready when she saw Leuthil trotting into the farm from the front door.
It wasn't something odd for Leuthil to pay a visit to the farm, especially when she wanted some place to clear her mind and someone to talk to after a stressful day. She always knew she was welcomed to drop by at any time. But that day she had a different purpose in her mind. That’s exactly why she came earlier than she usually does.
It has been a while since she had got her mind straight about her feelings for Caryave, and she came here to spill it out. But the lady inside her made her begin with a hinting fight first. There was the million coins question however, will Caryave feel the same, or at least reciprocate the feelings she has? Or will she get her heart smashed against the cruel cold wall of rejection?
“Good morning Caryave.” Leuthil said with her trademark smile.
“Oh! Ahoy Leuthil. How are ye today?” Caryave said while waving her friend to come over.
“I’m fine thank you. How are you?”
“So, what are you doing?”
“Just gettin’ to my mornin’ chores. The cider season is comin’ and I need to get all the apples off the north field today.”
“You seem busy. Perhaps I should come sometime else.”
“Nah, it is fine. You can stay here as long as you want to.”
“Are you sure that I won’t interrupt you or anything?”
“Nay, actually I usually get bored from workin’ and you can help me concentrate more. Just stay outta the way of anythin’ dangerous.”
The two girls headed to the field where Caryave had got her buckets set up under the trees. Just as they arrived she started bucking the first tree, forcing all the apples in the tree to fall into the baskets with a single, precise punch.
Leuthil has always admired the strength of the tan dwarf. How she got all the apples from the trees with a single strong punch like that. How her muscles were finely tuned. How her soft skin rippled with every punch. She admired all of these features in that stubborn little mage.
“So, Ahmm, Caryave.”
“What is it?”
“Well, I have this client who wanted me to make her a dress. She has the same body form as yours. She’s maybe an inch taller and you’re a tad bulkier than her. Also her hair color is the same as yours, maybe lighter by a degree or two.”
“And why are you tellin’ me that?”
“Because I might need your help model the dress for me. That’s if you want to, of course.”
“Well, Ah don’t see a reason to say no. But don’ ye make me stand fer too long.”
“That’s great. Could you pass by my shop at, let’s say, tomorrow at noon?”
“Sounds good to me. But can I know the style of the dress?”
“It’s a, ahm, a tight soirée dress.”
“Tight as in skinny tight, right?”
“Well, kind of.”
“What do you mean?”
“The description of the style by common folk is that it would be a ‘spicy’ style.”
“I hope that this doesn’t bother you.”
“So you’re still going to model it, right?”
“Yeah, of course I will.”
“Oh, just one thing you want to know.”
“What is it?”
“It comes also with ‘spicy’ leather socks.”
The tan woman’s cheeks turned red when she heard about the socks. Then there was a moment of silence. The two girls had a fast eye contact that Caryave broke by looking away. Leuthil just adored the scene of her shy friend, but she had to break the silence before the situation got more awkward.
“If you refuse to model it, I’ll completely understand.”
“Nay, I know it’s important to ye so I’ll do it.
“Thank you, really.”
“Don’ mention it.”
They continued moving on as Caryave was bucking tree after tree like it was nothing. And it was kind of amusing to Leuthil how she did this job with such ease. But she was always curious about the mechanism that Caryave used to do that job. Or maybe she was just willing to keep the conversation going with her crush.
“Caryave, Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“I was wondering about how you manage to get all the apples from the tree with one punch. Also how you get them all in the baskets without dropping any apples on the ground at the same time.”
Caryave showed a proud smile. “Well, ye aren't the only one who asked me the same question. And I would always say that was mah secret. But I’ll tell you only if you promised that you never tell anyone.”
“I promise. You have my word.”
“You have to do a Pinkie promise.”
“Do I have to?”
“If you want to know. Yes, ye have to.”
“Okay fine. Cross my heart. Hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye. There, satisfied?”
“Okay then. You see, all the tree’s branches are connected together with each other. Also with the stem the fruits and leaves with the wooden fiber of the stem. This fiber is hard enough to transport the energy of my punches to each and every branch and fruit without losing much of power in the form of waves. The trick is to hit the tree right in the center of its gravity with the right power. An inch wrong or hitting too hard or too soft, and you won’t get what you want.”
“And do all the trees have the same gravity center?”
“Nay, they differ from tree to tree.”
“And how do you determine it?”
“I just memorize it from the shape of the tree. All the trees of the same shape have the same gravitational center.”
“Wow, you really know a lot about trees.”
“Well, A’ve been raised in an apple farm. And all I know besides kicking demons’ arses is about apples and apple trees.”
“Pastries?” Caryave said with a confused look.
“Yes, you’re the best baker in Kemen, besides Cernim that is.”
“Ah stop it really, Am not that good.”
“Oh don’t be so modest, even though it’s one of your best qualities.”
“That’s really nice of you say. Thanks.”
“No need to thank me darling. After all I’m not complimenting you; I’m stating a fact.”
Caryave’s cheeks turned as red as the apples she was picking. Then an awkward silence covered the place. The two girls looked each other in the eyes in a state of admiration. And to take the opportunity to shuffle up their cards for the next and the last round of the emotional duel. However, Leuthil’s dignity made her stick to her normal strategy.
The game started again with Caryave this time with tossing out the casual card of questioning about Leuthil’s work. She knew that she wouldn't care for a second about what happens in the fashion world. But this was a good way to get the conversation going again and break the awkward moment.
“So, how is your work?”
“It’s good; I have been working on my new spring collection. I’m getting it all from nature’s beauty, using mostly the hues of green and blue. But I’m trying to stay on the simple outlines this time as it’s the new trend in the fashion world.”
“Am sure that whatever ye’ll come up with is gonna be on top of the market’s sales.”
“Oh! Thank you for your nice compliment.”
“I thought you knew me better than that honey bee. Ye know am not the complementing type. And what am tellin’ ye is the honest truth.”
With these words Leuthil’s cheeks became a radiant red that it made Caryave giggle a little as she bucked her last tree of the day.
“Well, I think we’re done here.”
“Wow, it didn’t feel like it took that long.”
“I know. I gotta admit, being with ye makes time fly by.”
They just looked at the clear sky of that awesome afternoon. The sun gave out that beautiful warmth to their skin. It was a little break from that emotional battle they were having. Leuthil had a hard round, but she wasn’t willing to give up just yet.
“I don’t know about you but all that punchin’ made me starvin’. Care for a bite?”
“No thank you darling.”
“Are you sure, ah have got fresh baked apple pies.”
“Well, if that’s the matter. I think I’ll have a slice or something.”
“I knew that ye won’t be able to resist it. Come on it’s in the hut.”
They both headed to Caryave’s small hut. Both were silent as they were thinking about what they will do next. But Leuthil knew that it has to be done now. She had to deliver the final blow later before sooner. They both entered the kitchen. There were two apple pies freshly baked and ready on the table and the smell of it would have made Leuthil drool if it wasn’t for her lady qualities that made her get a hold of herself.
“These smell simply delightful.”
“I hope you like its taste as you like the smell. It’s a new recipe a’ve been workin’ on.”
“I’m sure it will taste as good as it smells.”
“I really hope so, Tea?”
Caryave had already got the pot boiling. Then she cut a slice of the pie for herself and her companion and poured the tea.
“Here ye go.”
“Thank you dearly.” Leuthil said as she took the plate and from her friend’s hands. Then she picked up the fork, put it in the pie, and slowly placed it into her mouth and started chewing.
“So, what do ye think?”
“It’s marvelous. The crispiness of the shell placed with the moist and tender insides which have that desired bittersweet flavor. How did you get that recipe?”
“Ye see, Ah had that problem that some of the pies a’ve been making were kinda dry on the inside. So ah thought about adding extra water but it just made the pie crust loosen up. But when ah used strong cider it kept the pie together, moistened the insides and gave that bittersweet flavor as an extra bonus.”
“That’s genius, I love it.”
They started eating when both their eyes met and just didn't want to separate. Each one’s eyes were calling the other. Their minds worked at the same time and spoke the same words.
They both stared for a while at what happened, then giggled. It was a good thing to relieve the tension.
“You go first.” Rarity said.
“Nay, ye go first.”
“No, you first, please.”
“Ney, ye first.”
“Caryave, please, I insist.”
“Alright, alright, ye’re always like this. Well, ah- am…..,” Caryave started as she began trembling and couldn’t maintain eye contact with the girl in front of her. “We’ve been good friends for a long time now, haven’t we?”
“Yes, for about two years I suppose.”
“Yeah, so ummmm. I was thinkin’ and ah want to tell you that a –“
The dwarf was interrupted, and deeply surprised by the assault of the lips of her companion forcefully on hers. Caryave was shocked at first, but as her heart washed that shock away with warmth and delight she closed her eyes and met with her in that blissful kiss. They stayed in the embrace for as they could then they drifted apart when their lungs cried out for air.
“Yes, I love you, you silly goose.”
“And all this time a’ve been hidin’ it. A’ve loved ye for ages ye know.”
They just stayed with their arms around each other for a while. Each lost in the eyes of the woman in front of her, thanking the gods for that blissful love. They both were shattered from that tug war they were having. But no battle or no excite would compare to the first second of that wonderful moment.
“There’s somethin’ I need to show ye.”
“Of course, where is that thing?”
“It’s a place I like to go to at the west corner of the farm.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
“Just finish your pie honey bee and we’ll head there straight away.”
Leuthil devoured the pie in front of her in the most eager and unlady like manner. Then they went to that place. They walked straight for about thirty minutes then they reached a hill.
“Are we there yet?” Letuhil said.
“Almost there, it’s just above the hill.”
Leuthil sighed then started to climb the hill with her lover. It took a lot of effort as the hill was high. But the view from above was all worth it.
She saw a view of the wide green plains of the farm and the little fields around it, with all the apple trees and the river. She also could see Thalil Asari in the distance. What made the scene more perfect was the sunset behind their home town. The whole scenery was nothing to be described short to breathtaking.
“I like to come to this place when I need to relax or to have a moment with myself.”
“It’s magnificent Caryave. Thank you dear for showing me this special place.”
Caryave replied with a smile. She wrapped her
arms around Leuthil’s waist who leaned obediently in the embrace and did the
same thing. Then they watched the sun going down.