The morning presented itself with sunshine and water dripping from the leaves and pine needles. Fawn and Jason were soaked from the night before. Jason had sat under the pine tree, sleeping with his back against the tree. Fawn had sat under a tulip tree until sleep put her in a prone position. Now they were fresh and awake.
“Come on, Fawn. Let’s get going. My stomach is about ready to digest me; it’s so hungry.” He was trying to find something dry to wipe off his saddle. Shame colored his face briefly. He had never spent the night with a lovely young maiden, and certainly not the one he felt sure would one day his bride. Yet, it had felt good to know she was nearby, even if she did seem to be oblivious to his feelings.
“I’m ready,” she replied, then burst out laughing as she saw Jason’s hair sticking up in the back and plastered to his head by the rain in the front. He was quite a sight.
“What’s so funny?” Jason asked. He tried to sound angry and failed. His lips turned up in the right corner of his mouth. She delighted in describing Jason to himself.
“Really?” Jason responded. “You should see yourself.” He then told her about having tulip leaves decor...