Book3:WereMyDreamIs

oasnottobeseparated,theyroseandfellwiththewavesofflowers.Butintheirheartstheyfeltnottheslightestfearer,onlypeadtranquilitywhichwasasorrowful,movingafeltemotion.Theylosttoftimeanddistaheytravelledwiththewavesofflowers,butaftertheirfeettouchedtheground,thewavesofflowersstillsurgedontotheykwhatdestinationanddisappearedfromview.Itwasamostpeadgentleforce,butalsothemostpowerfundall-quering.Therewasnothingitcouldnotresolve.EmmanuendSalinalookedateachotherandfoundthattheywerebothverywet,coveredfromheadtofootwithpetals,fiments,pollenaarofflowers.Theyfeltveryunfortableandstiotwithsaltwaterbutsweetar.Luckilyitwasteatnightotherwisebeeswouldbeswarmingarouryingtogatherthesugarysubstance.SalinalookedatEmmanuelhelplesslyandasked,

    “Whatshallwedo?Thisistoounfortable.Wemustfindsomewheretoupaosomedryclothing.”Emmanuellookedaroundattheunfamiliarsurroundingswhieverthelessprickedhismemory.Hefeltsomehowthathehadbeenherebefore.

    “Don’tbeafraid.I’mhere”hesaid.“Justfollowme”HethenledSalinaacrossseveralstreets.Itwasdarksothereweren’ttoomariansaboutbutthosewhowerecastsurprisedlooksatthisbedraggledpair.Afterpassingthroughafewmorestreets,thesoundoffallingwatercouldbeheard.Ah!Theyhadetothefamouswaterfountainiy’stralPark.nsofwatershotuphighintotheskiesandtheumblingdownscatteringwaterdropseverywhere,famistyweb.Multicoloredlightsofpaleshadesofpink,green,blue,yellourpleatthebottomofthewaterfountaiedincastingtheirglowonthedispy,addingtothepoetidromanticatmosphereofthepce.Itwaste,butthebenchesaroundther