Author: Silver pup PM
One shot — They met on the first day of spring in a field full of flowers. ::Brom x Arya::Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Brom & Arya - Words: 597 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 8 - Published: 09-15-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3786350
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Summary: One-shot – They met on the first day of spring in a field full of flowers.
Author's Notes: This takes place before the Inheritance Cycle.
Disclaimer: I do not own any familiar characters featured in this story. They all belong to the creative Christopher Paolini.
By: Silver pup
They met on the first day of spring in a field full of flowers.
He had been passing through when he noticed her kneeling among the flowers, running spider fingers over the vast rainbow of undergrowth. Curious, he stopped and watched her before asking, "What are you looking for?"
She didn't pause or even look at him. "A flower."
His curiosity grew. "What kind?"
"A snowdrop." Her black hair shone in the sunlight, and he couldn't help but stare; mesmerized by the silky texture and deep color.
He stepped closer and peered over her shoulder to see if she was having any luck. "What do you need it for?"
The pale fingers paused for a moment before continuing their search. "There is a legend that if you find a snowdrop on the first day of spring, then you will find your true love on that very day."
"And you believe that?" He leaned back and stuffed his hands into his pockets, and studied her slender figure.
She let out a laugh that sounded like bells, and he couldn't stop the smile that rose from just hearing it. "No, I don't believe in it, but I was dared to find it, and I accepted."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "A dare? You don't seem the type to do something so childish."
"True, but I wanted an excuse to get away from my family." He could tell a grin was on her face as she spoke. "I love them dearly, but they would drive any sane person mad."
He chuckled at her words. He, of all people, knew exactly how exasperating family members could be. "I can sympathize with your plight."
A flash of white against green caught his attention, and he bent down to pick up the white flower next to his feet. After examining it, he realized that he had just solved her dilemma. "Miss, I think I found your flower."
She stopped and stood up slowly, turning around at the same time with a smooth grace. She stared mutely at the flower in his hand before looking up to meet his eyes.
"So you did." Her eyes were just as compelling as the rest of her. Slanted, emerald orbs surrounded by long thick black lashes. He found himself hypnotized when she blinked; the black lashes kissing her pale cheeks like butterflies.
He reached out and handed her the flower. "Here; I think you need it more than me."
She blinked again before reaching out and delicately taking the flower from him. Their fingers touched briefly, and he felt a shock run through his arm. From the surprise look on her face, he assumed that she had probably felt it too.
He took a step back, and shoved his hands back into his pockets. "My name is Brom."
She examined the snowdrop before looking up, and her pretty pink lips pulled back into a dazzling smile of white teeth and softening features. "Thank you, Brom."
He shrugged and stuck out a hand. "You're welcome, miss...?"
"Arya," she filled in, holding the snowdrop carefully in one hand and reaching out the other to shake his hand. "My name is Arya."
Brom smiled back.