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These were indeed quiet lands, and he found himself loving the tranquillity that possessed the claimed land of thorns. All there was to hear was the sound of air moving through the grass and the fair sound of a chuckling, miniature stream just beyond the field of wild flowers leading down to the area where the horses often were found grassing. Perhaps the earth child had granted him the ability to appreciate the simple joys of life. There was little he could do with a slowly mending injury to the collar bone, and whenever an impulse arrived, he followed gladly. The sun offered only shy glimpses in-between white puffs of clouds today, but the temperature was lovely. And weather without rain was good weather.
The blonde’s left arm deserved rest for the fracture to heal properly, but while he tried not to use it, both hands worked on the crown of flowers slowly being born from a variety of summer flowers and elegant, nimble fingers. Dark blonde locks partly disguised his face as he leaned forward, sitting by himself in the sea of tall grass and fresh shades of life. Sunset orbs did not once move from the project in his hands, though his mind was far away, for there existed a princess somewhere in this world that was in need of a crown of flowers.
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