"…but soulmate doesn't mean romantic partner or life partner. A soulmate is someone who is much like you. Someone you can connect with on a much deeper level than the physical."

“Try telling my mum that,” Alixanna mumbled under her breath. She thought about her own flower, hidden under the pail by her door.  She thought about how her mum was absolutely going to [i]lose her gods damn mind[/i] when she found it. Alixanna did not think about who had the flower that matched her own.  She’d cross that bridge some other time.

“…When you see your father again- tell him I say hello and that I plan on visiting him soon. Just to talk,” Gareth said, smiling sheepishly at the mess he’d made.

“Yes sir,” the small brunette answered back, flashing him an affectionate smile and giving him a playful punch to the shoulder. She kind of doubted he could feel it through all of his muscle. “Thanks for the flower talk. If I see Guinevere, I’ll pass it along.” She gives him a quick hug before walking through the front door and starting back for the clinic.

Alixanna is almost home when she sees a flash of light out of the corner of her eye. She glances over towards the training grounds and low and behold, there is Guinevere in all of her glory, hacking away violently at the straw practice dummies. Alixanna’s breathe catches. The other teen is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and the sunlight is shining off of her curls and armor, giving her an ethereal sort of glow. She looks like an angel. A sweaty, pissed off battle angel. 

Alixanna coughs.

The young healer practically sprints the rest of the way to the clinic. She doesn’t know if her ovaries can handle seeing much more of Guinevere or Aldric today. They might explode.

“I’m back!” Alixanna calls as she comes through the front door. Atlas is sitting at his work table, grinding some concoction with his mortar and pestle. “Anything I can help you with, da?”