Victoria

Victoria, laughed at him then. took back her hand and began walking down the hill towards her fathers farm. "i mean it as much as you mean all your fancy words and rubies and gold and opium." It dosen't sound particularly romantic. Something in cough mixture like eucalyptus. "Something in anything. Anyway, You should not be running off to retrieve my fallen star." it fell to the east, over there, and she laughed again. "Silly Shop-boy, is that all you can do to ensure we have the ingredients for rice pudding?" they are walking the last hundred yards now, to the fathers farmhouse, the windows burn with lamp light, yellow and orange.