Some say our destiny is tied to the land, as much a part of us as we are of it.
trying to write the first paragraph of a thing
|Hey, you there! With the frizz! The pirate fellow with the ABOMINATION for a hat ate your apples againnnnnn!|
WHERE’S T’E BLEEDIN’ BAMPOT.
“Merida, now that you’re back….there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” I say.
“Whit?” Merida whispers.
I hesitate for a split second before everything that I’ve bottled up inside explodes out of me. My eras twitch, and tail flicks as my heart races. Her sapphire eyes glisten like stars as they await my movement.
“…This” I murmur under my breath,
With a sudden burst of passion, our lips meet and the gap between ourselves fully closes.
Merida’s eyes flutter close instinctively. She breaks apart, then smiles softly.
“Okay,” she smiles, glancing down. She kisses Cat again.
Hallo…di’ Ah miss som’thin’? Mah ‘ead ac’es a wee bit….
“Are you alright?” Ian leaned over concerned.
“Cour’e!” Merida replies stubbornly, “M’sur’ i’s jus’ a ‘eadac’e…” She winces for a second, then gazes at the stranger in front of her. “D’ ah kno’ ye?”
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Ian held out a hand, “I’m Ian. You sorta fell into my garden, Miss.”
Merida blinks. “Ah.” She takes Ian’s hand as leverage to pull herself up from the ground. She shakes his hand, then dusts off her dress. “Ah’m Merida. S’rry ‘boot yer gard’n…” she scratches the back of her head sheepishly. “I’ looks nic’, tho’gh!” She adds quickly. She looks at the sky. “How…di’ Ah fall intae yer gard’n, exac’ly?”