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Kara brushed the imaingary dust off of her green robes, as she looked around. It was afternoon, good timing, at least it wasn't any later, and much to her pleasure it looked like good weather. She sighed happily seeing as they weren't that far from the house they had stayed at last. Seeing as they were closer to Donovan's first drop off point than her own. Though she would like to back travel later to see the tree she could only hear before. However, for all Kara knew, she might end up doing that if Serenity wasn't there.

Looking up at Donovan for a moment, Kara began to walk towards the house, with him in tow this time. She had given up in arguing with Donovan about staying behind.

It was late spring, a beautiful sunny day inside the valley. The mountains were green right up to their summits, and the river was finally slowing after weeks of winter runoff from the mountain streams and springs. As far as the eye could see, the land was lush and green, spotted with the colourful flowers that grew everywhere. There wasn't a cloud in the sky - though that didn't mean anything, not here in the valley.

Still, it was one of those days when no one wondered why the elves who called the valley home referred to it as Paradise Valley.

Donovan raised a brow watching her... or rather her feet, not because of the fear she would injure herself. This world he found was cleaner, and unless this place was prone to dangerous things to step on, he wasn't overly worried.

He just found himself watching her toes, it was a wonder why no one had wondered how she could do that so well like a ballerina, since that would training, but then again Kara was lighter than she looked he mused.

"Are you suggesting we take a vacation?" he asked.

As his eyes travelled up her legs to her waist and... by passing her chest to her face. He wasn't going there, he locked Raven in the box of doom enough for suggesting as it was.

"Well why not?" Kara asked, "After all it's not like people are going to notice us gone for a week here or so," she pouted a bit before looking up to the front of the house smiling brightly.

She hurried up a bit to make it to the porch nearly missing the cat that was lying on it. Kara, a bit curious to know if this was a cat or perhaps something more squated down for a moment to get a better look.

"Huh..."

The cat faded a bit more, then appeared more solidly until it was as opaque as anything else. It reached its head forward and sniffed at the visitors, first cautiously, then curiously; then it yawned a huge yawn, showing of its hand-length teeth. Its eyes closed halfway and stared at Kara and Donovan, almost appearing intelligent - not an odd thing for moor cats, they were among the more intelligent animals of the Four Lands.

From around the side of the house, voices could be heard wafting on the soft breeze.

Donovan rolled his eyes, he should have known Kara would be like that.

"Here," he told her as he leaned forward so he could reach for the door to knock.

Besides, they couldn't keep putting this off, so many years had passed already.

"Maybe they're somewhere around the house?" Kara asked, "Like out back?"

She mused thoughtfully thinking that it wasn't very Serenity like to ignore them like that seeing as they had met before. It could be a real pet this time, which was always possible.

"I'll go check the garden out back," she told him, and left before Donovan could protest.

The cat seemed to ignore the two of them as they disappeared around the corner of the house, but once they were out of sight it faded into invisibility and padded silently after them.

The area behind the house had changed slightly during the time of Kara and Donovan's absence: the river was flowing slightly higher than usual, and there was a small dock built at the bank. A small path led up to it from the garden that was behind the house, and it was lined with flowers of many varieties and colours.

Sitting on the dock were two people: Ulrich, sitting comfortably and propping himself up with one arm, shirtless, his golden hair loose and blowing slightly in the wind; and Ulani, lying on her back on the dock, her head in Ulrich's lap. Ulrich's free arm was tracing along the tip of his wife's pointed ear - the reason for her laughter. They were completely oblivious to the fact that there was anyone else there - not that they would have stopped what they were doing even if they did.

Such was their marriage, a fairy-tale romance where the flirting never ended.