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A day in the garden dreaming about that outlaw.
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In a quite corner of the castle garden, Maid Marian knelt dreaming of an outlaw.
How the notorious Robin Hood had left a daisy at her writing desk, she wasn't entirely sure. Nottingham Castle had no shortage of guards. Alas, she'd be out seeing to duties and missed whatever outlandish disguise he'd worn. Beggar or braggart, flower-seller or fortune-teller: he'd always committed fully to his roles, even when they'd been kits playing make-believe. Perhaps when Sherwood no longer needed a benevolent highway robber, it could gain an outrageous actor.
Warm sunshine danced off the white petals. She twirled the bloom in her claws and contemplated its meaning. Nobles loved sending each other elaborate bouquets of intricate meaning. She had perused entire dictionaries written to help translate the Secret Language of Flowers. Back in London, one could scarcely mention a floral arrangement without half a dozen busybodies materializing to debate its meaning.
Robin's single bloom, while secret in delivery, could take on several meanings in floriography. Innocent love was prime among them. Her feelings were perhaps not entirely innocent, but the very thought of him made her heart flutter with love. It also represented youth, being a flower children could easily find and pick; quite fitting for a childhood friend. While some noblewomen would turn up their muzzles at a flower so commonplace, Marian had long since learned to see the beauty in the common. In fact, she could think of one commoner she needed to appreciate quite closely…
RT Pilon
BlockedVery Disney like.
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