Abigail (2)

(Artist: Caius Augustus)
The clouds have been threatening rain as you work and as you make your way to the mountain lakes their promise is finally fulfilled. It's a light rain and not too cold so it doesn't hold you back at all. As you get closer to the waters edge you hear the faint musical notes of a flute. It isn't to hard to follow the sound to Abigail. She plays with her eyes closed focused on the music. Her purple hair is loose and getting a little wet with the rain but she doesn't seem to mind. You quietly get closer and sit a little way away, watching her as she plays and sways gently with her own rhythm. When she finishes her song she slowly opens her eyes and starts as she sees you.

"Oh! Farmer! I'm sorry I didn't realise you were here. Out in this rain."
You smile at her, "I didn't want to interupt."
She beckons to you, "come on, lets shelter under this tree, I don't think we need to get any wetter." There's not a lot of space kept dry under the small tree but you sit among the roots, your back to the trunk. With your legs parted slightly Abigail sits in front of you, her back rests against your chest with your knees raised either side of her like arm rests. She wiggles a little getting comfortable. "I'd really intended to do something incredibly hot next time I saw you. Drive you into a wild passion or something but honestly I got a little distracted by the videos I was watching for tips and now you've just found me playing my stupid flute." You laugh and lean down to kiss her neck making her giggle softly.
"I thought you sounded beautiful... if you want..." you grab your pack and pull out your lyre. You wrap your arms around Abigail to hold it with both hands in front of her so you can play it.
"A mini harp!" Abigail excited exclaims. You chuckle as your fingers start to glide over the strings. You haven't actually had much time to play recently, the farms kept you so busy but you seem to remember what you're doing. Still, you play slowly and Abigail watches for a second. She snuggles against you and then lifts her flute again. She matches you in a soft tune, you individual melodies dancing together with the sound of the rain on the leaves over head. You're glad the rain shows no sign of letting up, you have no where you'd rather me. As you play you gently lean down and place kisses up and down Abigails neck, at moments when the music doesn't need your whole focus. She shuffles appreciatively against you but doesn't stop playing.

As your song comes to a natural conclusion Abigail lowers her flute, dropping into her bag and sighs happily, resting against you. "This is wonderful," she breathes contently.

+1 relationship with Abigail.