"Tristan," she says suspiciously (right after they've gotten out of the carriage but right before it speeds off without them), "this is most certainly not the Market."
"No," he says, waving his arm to indicate the rather unimpressive scenery of dead trees and rocks around them, "but don't you recognize this spot - it's where we first met!" and she just knows his next words will be a variation on so we can make that trip the right way this time, won't it be romantic?
"Tristan," she says with a sigh, leaning against his shoulder and looking up with a secret smile to her sisters in the sky, "forgive me, but I'd rather just relive the end of that trip, if it's all the same," and it might have been, if he hadn't sent the carriage away; as it was, things turned out very differently from both their expectations (but that's another story altogether).
Don't Listen to a Word I Say
"No," he says, waving his arm to indicate the rather unimpressive scenery of dead trees and rocks around them, "but don't you recognize this spot - it's where we first met!" and she just knows his next words will be a variation on so we can make that trip the right way this time, won't it be romantic?
"Tristan," she says with a sigh, leaning against his shoulder and looking up with a secret smile to her sisters in the sky, "forgive me, but I'd rather just relive the end of that trip, if it's all the same," and it might have been, if he hadn't sent the carriage away; as it was, things turned out very differently from both their expectations (but that's another story altogether).