Ooc: I'll be one of your gal pals! We can paint our nails, and have sleep overs... totally just kidding! I'm more a bonding over horseback riding type!
Clarissa was tempted to grab her arm out of his hand, but waited to hear what he had to say. "I never said that I didn't accept it, I just wanted you to know how I felt about it! I wanted to be open and honest with you," she told him, her temper still on the rise. Then, he mentioned her leaving him, and it cooled instantly. She put her hand on his cheek and forced him to look at her. "You don't know that- even I don't know that. But Peter..." she trailed off, looking for the right words. "If I had thought you were sane, I wouldn't have agreed to marry you," she joked with him, hoping to get him to smile. "But, seriously, maybe that's one of the reasons we seemed to click so well. You were the king of a magical kingdom, the knight in shining armor that I was looking for," she said. "And besides, one only likes fantasy if they hope or imagine that it is a reality," she told him, stroking his cheek gently and then running her fingers through his hair. "Why don't you and I go for a walk... it seems like we have a lot to discuss..."