[ They're really such lovely flowers. Niamh gathers a large bouquet's worth and, either without thinking or forgetting the warning that had been given them, presses her face in and inhales deeply. What a lovely aroma to match the lovely flowers.
Not wanting to get her bushel wet, she stays near the surface as she crosses back, one arm holding the flowers out of the water as the other paddles herself along. She steps out, white dress now transparent as it clings to her wet body.
Smiling fondly at her companion, she offers him all the flowers, save one. She would like to keep one for herself, she thinks. ]
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Not wanting to get her bushel wet, she stays near the surface as she crosses back, one arm holding the flowers out of the water as the other paddles herself along. She steps out, white dress now transparent as it clings to her wet body.
Smiling fondly at her companion, she offers him all the flowers, save one. She would like to keep one for herself, she thinks. ]