Dogs of War [ Chapter 63 ]: Arc Four.
Title: [ Short Stories. ]
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"Hmm~ I wonder if we should have spent our time in the crowds, rather than these fields, I wonder?" Side to side, softly nodding her head from side to side, she took in the fresh air as her lips moved up while her eyes remained closed and shut, hiding themselves from the world as her senses were filled with the buzzing of bees, the chirping of birds and the sweet smell of sugary baked delights that felt as if they were only inches away from her pink lips. Smelling like cinnamon and warm honey, she could swear that if she opened her eyes she'd be welcomed by the bakery's finest. Nevertheless, a wrap rested around her, pulling her a bit closer as a man laughed.
"Haha, we left the fields a while ago, Dear," Y/n said amused, not at all worried as the reigns rested in his lap, the horses could run off at any moment if they knew the ropes binding them simply sat in the lap of their driver, yet, with their hooves tapped and crunched against the gray rocky ground. The river at their right slowly flowed down the stream, reflecting their white image as the two hoofed beasts moved forward, and matching their color, the simple white carriage was adorned in gold lining and silver wheels, a fairy picture you could say, as unknowingly like Cinderella, Merlin wore a beautiful sky blue dress while her knight in shining armor was only without his helmet. A cool smile on his face as the wind brushed past.
Opening her eyes, she was first greeted with a large wooden basket filled with sweets, yet what caught her eye and caused her mouth to open was the sight caught in her eyes. With large lush green hills at their sides, the grass sparkling almost as if it was still wet, the sun shining a light down onto them as they pass through the shadows and shade, Merlin found at either side, to the left or the right, she would be met with a fields worth of small pink lilies. With a glimmer caught in her eyes, her smile brightened as she turned to her right and looked up at the man beside her.
"I have changed my mind, this is definitely better. But I guess it only makes sense that I'd find the best sights with you around, fufu~," Merlin said with a giggle, in turn making Y/n nod before he removed his arm from around her and rested it on her lap as Merlin met the action: wrapping her hand around his and giving it a small squeeze. "I would have liked to bring our girl along, but hey...," Y/n blew a bit of air.
"Sometimes you need a break as a parent, and I don't think being her teacher isn't any easier, right?"
"Well, believe it or not, I quite enjoy teaching your...," Merlin paused for a moment before smiling once again. "Our little girl, but yeah...," She shrugged her shoulders and let out a little giggle as she placed her hand to her mouth, a little grin spreading across her face as Y/n smirked. "A break is nice, I think after you she's my third student so far...," Stopping for a moment, Merlin fell back in her seat laughing as she slid down the seat a bit, a look of reluctance in her happy eyes as if she had discovered something truly amusing. "My, fufu, am I truly so old to have taught my own husband, his wife, and my very own ch-child?" Disbelief in her voice, time had finally dawned on the woman as she slowly turned to face Y/n while slowly sliding down her seat as a look of worry and possible mid-life crisis threatened to descend on her in mass.
"...Y/n, I'm not old, right? I still look young to you, correct?" The woman slowly and carefully asked the man who started to raise an eyebrow, watching the woman drop her head and sulk. "...Why can't I have a stupid sheath?" The poor old hag mumbled.
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