•Idyllic Dahlia•

                                    

                                          
Silently my feet hit the floor, I walked down the long hallway that led straight to the front door then to the porch. I passed the living room, leaving both Cedric and Jennipher sitting on the couches. I left Peter's side after he led me out the door, I don't know where he's at now. "They are taking too long, the market will soon be closed." A voice came from the other side of the door, from outside the porch as the door swung open.
Revealing Harissa with Debra by her side. I halted as she stared me down. "Took you long enough, where's Peter?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulders, gently squeezing myself between her to get out. Meeting Debra's beady eyes and a small smile. 
"Finally, you were in there too long." She said, opening a parasol to prevent the sun that has situated itself right on top of our heads. "Sorry, Peter and I were just...talking." I said hesitantly. "Talking about what?" She asked, her eyebrows raised.
Before I could answer, a voice I recognized right away concluded. "It's none of your business, Debra. Shouldn't we be leaving?" Peter said, leaving where we all stood to stand in front, facing us. "Shouldn't we be leaving? Ha! You have the nerve to talk." Harrissa sneered. Before stomping passed us to the trail that looked like it was paved by nature. 
"Its hot don't you need a parasol!?" Debra yelled for her sister. "No thanks." She said waving her off, still walking. She definitely abours me. Peter just tsks then reaches for my hand. "Let's go." 
Moments passed, Harissa was still ahead of us three. She huffed and puffed and blew the house down, just kidding she just huffed. I could see that she felt tired, her walk was not as flattering. Like myself. I turned to look at Debra she still had a smile on her face, her head dropped and her face painted a distant look. She was thinking. I left her in her own train of thoughts as I averted my eyes from her, looking at Peter. 
Uh, Peter. He was the one who still kept his posture. He had his hands tugged in his pockets, and his eyebrows furrowed using the thickness as a canopy from the sun. I teasingly bumped him with my shoulders. He bumped me back. I smiled at him, he smiled back. We were both coinciding. Two peas in a pot they said. 
"So where is this market? I thought you said we might arrive before sun dawn." I asked staring ahead. "Firstly, it's just beyond the garden Dahlia. Secondly, I never said that." He answered, with a toothy smile that adorned his boyish banny features.
"Dahlia?" I asked. As his eyes met mine. "It's a garden. Full of all kinds of flowers. From roses to dandelions. You'll love it, well you loved it." He said, saying the last part distantly. "So I've seen it before whilst I was here?" 
"Of course. You loved every part of it. You said it reminded you of the world. The garden the world, the flowers..." 
"The people." I continued. "Exactly. You actually thought of naming our daughter Daffodil and our son Dale." I halted. Everyone else ceasing, their gazes at me. Even Harissa. 
"Dale? There's a valley?" I asked, looking at Peter. "Yes, it stretches across the whole garden. From the two hills to every tree that is planted by the bank. It's wonderful." Debra said. Gesturing with her hand, whilst the other held the parasol.
"Wow, I don't remember. What was that again? The name?" I asked. Eager to know of the name that was once on the tip of tongue when I visit the garden. The name of a daughter and son I wished to have. "Dale and Daffodil." Harissa answered. My head dropped, trying to hide the smile that wanted to break through, but to no prevail it did. "We should get going. And please no stopping." Then we walked.
The silence flooded. No one spoke to anyone, we could only hear the patter of our feet on the solid and rocky trail. My head hung low, drowning in my current thoughts. I guess I had all my life planned here. Was it because I was surrounded by good company? Or because I had this chap by my side. Either way I still managed to live. But in my world? I'm still oblivious.