Between The Pages

Chapter 15

Spinning the nettles into thread was done quicker than Juvia thought. With the thread done she now has to work on the fabric.

"I'm impressed." Gray said looking at all the thread she had spun. "You're very good at spinning."

"So what should the fabric be made of? Thorns?" She asked expecting the material he would request her to use to be very painful and difficult to obtain.

"Chrystham flowers."

"Really?" She said confused.

"Yes."

"But those are soft and they won't give my hands blisters."

"You don't say." He said sarcastically.

"Well I thought that... Nevermind."

"Anyway the chrystham flowers grow between the trees of the forest. I'll have Gazel escort you there."

"Gazel? You mean Gajeel."

"Yeah sure. Once you gather enough pluck their petals and weave them into fabric."

"Alright."

"Gargle is already waiting for you at the castle entrance."

"Gajeel." She corrected.

"Whatever."

Juvia sighed in irritation before leaving the room. As soon as she was gone Briar stepped in.

"Chrystham flowers?" She said.

"What? I like their color."

"Right and you wouldn't just be doing this because they're soft and you don't want that girl to blister her hands again, would you?"

"Well she did fix up my hand when I injured it. I guess I could go easier on her."

Briar looked at him skeptically.

"You like her don't you?" She hypothesized.

"No I don't. I'm just being fair." He denied. "Though I must admit I never expected something that I hated so much to be so..."

"So what?"

He gave her a mischievous grin before answering.

"Beautiful."

"You actually think that chubby, pathetic looking creature is... Pretty?"

"Actually I think she's beautiful. Of course it doesn't mean anything, I'm just honest about how I see a woman. If I think she's appealing I can admit to it even if I don't think highly of her."

"You've never said that I was beautiful."

"I know."

Her cheeks flared with rage which made his grin grow wider. He then walked away feeling pleased that he had angered that woman who hardly ever gave him any peace.

"She is too easy." He chuckled.

Meanwhile Juvia had followed Gajeel to where the chrystham flowers grew. There was a whole field of them, filled with blossoming chrysthams that were of different colors.

"They're all so beautiful." She observed. "I wonder how much would be enough to make fabric. Any idea Gajeel?"

"How would I know? I don't sew or weave." He said.

"Well I better start filling my basket."

She placed her basket on the ground and began to gather up the flowers. Frosch jumped from the basket that she had been carrying him in and helped her with the gathering.