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They were going to cook again! Daddy was so full of surprises sometimes and he always let him help. Or at least that's the first thing than ran through his mind, not that he would be upset if they just had the help do it. Point was he was with daddy, knew where he was and that he was okay. As long as daddy was okay and his own head didn't feel bad then he knew that mommy was okay. After all the child knew what Bonds were, just not actively. "You think mommy is having lunch too?"

A look to Zykariel. "Oh it is, is it?" And he put on a show for the child by turning his back to Zahara as if hiding what he was doing from the woman, but Zykariel could see, pretending to need to glance at the 'instructions' in his pocket before giving the boy another look. Reaching into his tunic he drew out Nym and handed him to the boy, as well as the boy's little poel arm.

"Here, Nym needs some love. And, rule number one after lessons such as these; always clean your weapon. You don't want any dirt or anything getting caked in it now do you." Of course a moment of thought on that and he amended himself. "Don't touch the blades, I'll clean those later. So you go sit over there and do that okay?" Giving the boy a little push...if he was occupied he wouldn't need to worry about Zykariel seeing perhaps and adverse reaction to all of this.

Thus he turned back to Zahara and stepped up to her, reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring that he knew was hers, grasped her left hand and slipped it on her finger...because he knew the boy would be watching for all of that. "And that's for you Sweetheart. Enjoy."

He mimicked her look a moment as she asked him if there was something he needed to ask her. Here was the thing...obvioulsy the kid didn't know that there was usually a proposal with this type of thing, otherwise it would be in those instructions he cutely wrote up. So then, he didn't want to force her into something real with such a proposal....so he went with another plan. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his own ring and he held it out of her. "Want to put mine on me?" That would suffice for the child.

Well surprise on that, he didn't expect her to do it honestly, but if she wanted to that was fine with him, and it worked quite nice for the child's piece of mind now wasn't it? Indeed. But he let her put his own ring on and watched her curiously for the moment. Hm, she was acting a little odd. A little nod at her comment. "Indeed they are, but that's what you get when you have the best jewlers. Now don't go taking it off...you'll loose it or Nym will steal and then there goes your nice ring." And check establishment of telling her not to take it off. Should make the child very very happy. Though oddly enough he found he sorta liked the thought of them being 'engaged'.

Okay so he didn't expect the same response back at all, thus was growing ever intriguing wasn't it? He shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight to one side for the moment. Though an odd blink at her at her sudden and highly unexpected question. Why would she ask such a thing? After all, there was no way she would allow such a thing, he'd been ranted to about that particular thing of hers. Sevilin let his eyes meet hers for a moment, gave a lopsided grin and casually shrugged in answer to her. "Tell me when you decide Sweetheart." Thus turning and walking over to Zykariel for the moment. "How you doing with that thing?"

So down the stiars they headed, down so far that their knees hurt from going down so many steps. At the bottom, there was just a flat floor, with an open door at one end. The sat on the last step to get a rest. The fire rays had followed them down as well. Fin watched then, Leaf ignored them before Fin was watching them.

"Hopefully, we are getting close."

Roarke shrugged. "Something tramatic triggered it perhaps?"

He rubbed at his temple. "Can't say I've really noticed. She was comming at me pretty fast, after all."

"Hey, Eliot? You there? Think now, what happened before Kon came into the picture?"

Roarke and the pups looked at Kon as she started shaking with laughter. She weezed and growled as she did so.

"Well that's not very nice" Said Mik.

Jude sighed. "Seems that Eliot cannot come into consouness freely. kon has pushed her back, and allows her out occasionaly to... well to mess with her."

Zykariel gave another grin to his father and took the polearm back then jumped up and glanced at his mother. Shoving his father towards her he said, "I gotta go tell Keely stuff, Daddy." He hugged his father's legs quickly and then carefully walked back upstairs, setting his polearm against a wall and toddled off to find Keely. "Keely! Guess what?" Oh yes, he was excited.

Zahara watched her son race off, carrying the polearm so very carefully. Now that was just cute, wasn't it? And the child was tken care of. But she glanced at Sevilin for a moment and then a slow smile lifted her lips. Pushing herself to her feet, she walked down to him and grabbed his arm, "Follow me." She led him to the rather small room she'd spent so much time in the last few days and quite easily grasped the edge of his tunic pulling it off. The door was shut and she was leaning back against it so that shouldn't be a problem either. Grabbing his shoulders she held onto him and pulled him down for a kiss. "I need you. Right here, right now..." she whispered.

"I agree." Said Fin.

Leaf led the way into the open door. Inside was another pillard room, this one however was nicely lit. Fire jumped up from the base of red, fluted columns. Twelve of them spanned across the distance, wider than you could wrap your arms around. Not that they could have gotten close enough with the fire anyway. The rays followed them in, and each one took to lazily circling a pillar. Three of them found a raised dias at the furthest end of the room, and floated there, waiting for them.

"You know," said Roarke leaning in towards the wolf. "You're kind of annoying. Look at you, all bound there on the floor, all you can do is growl and bark."

"Silly excuse for a wolf, I'd think." He rubbed his nails on his shirt.