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Eva just managed to hold on to her bow and control the horse as first the angry one then Tali mounted behind her. The arrow was lost beneath the horse's hooves. Growling, Eva pulled the reins to turn the horse about.

"Hold on!"

Digging her heels into the horse's side, she let out a wild shout, and the already nervoues mount lept forward nearly losing all three riders in doing so. They thundered down the country-side, hopefully far away from any and all fighting. Eva threw one glance backward to see a large, fully armored individual emerge from the tavern. Recognizing the man as Tali's friend, she passed a quick prayer that Ky could lend a hand. While the three females were certainly light, more so on Tali and the angry one, the horse would not put up with a forth rider. Certainly not one so big.

It was not until much later that she wondered at her worry over a complete stranger. One who was opposing the Cathedral at that.

[I get the feeling I am skipping over someone...oh well.]

He gives her a puzzled look,"Of course we want to be honorable. The thing is that my parents idea of honor differs greatly from us. They think whatever their superiors tell them to think, even if it will eventually leave our civilization in ruins. They talk and delegate, but never act. Naelonni and I want to honor our home, family, and ourselves by doing something extraordinary. Something that will have history books talk about how awesome we are, and the differences we made by our actions."

He looks down to find himself standing. He blushes a bit realizing that all he would need is a small crate to give him the full appearance. He takes his seat and takes a deep breath. Smiling again, he looks into Cyrillia's eyes, "Long story short, our leaders have long forgotten the true meaning of honor."

Heron gives her an appreciative smile, "Thanks Cyrillia, that really means a lot to me coming from you. With all of the madness that went on in the marketplace, I never got a chance to ask you why you decided to travel here. I think I remember you saying something about being a healer. Does that mean you've come to bolster your control of the weave as well?"

Heron looks at her quizzically, trying to understand why she wouldn't want to bolster her gift. It then dawns on him that he had used the wrong word in his question. He is confused as to why he had done that. He is normally very well spoken and intelligent.

He chuckles, "Forgive me Cyrillia, I think I may have used the wrong word for what I was trying to ask. What I had meant to inquire was if you were looking to enhance your control, make it better than it already is?"

Heron watches Cyrillia as she speaks. He places his right elbow on the table and rests his chin in it. Her ideology and innocent yet naive personal quest reminds him of the heroines he would tell Naelonni about when they were younger. With her golden hair, large compassionate eyes, and pale skin gave her the appearance of a princess.

He sighs as she finishes speaking and says, "Like an angel on a divine mission. I don't think there is anyone more suited to returning smiles to this world than you." He leans in closer to her, but in doing so his elbow slides out from under him and sends his jaw slamming into the table. He sits upright, holding his mouth in both hands. He shouts in his mind a desperate question as to why these things keep happening to him.

Heron's face becomes warm to the touch as it becomes deeply flushed. He finds himself muttering nonsense for a bit as she runs her hands along his face. As much as he tried, and as lecherous as his actions tend to be, this is the closest he has ever gotten to a woman. Now that he is here he doesn't know what to do.

This time, rather than listen to his hormone driven inner voice, he acts upon his feelings. He places his hand on the one she has on his face and grips it lightly. He says in a quiet voice, not quite a whisper, "I feel much better now." He takes her other hand and holds it within his. His cyan eyes looks directly into her emerald ones, his heart beating heavily against his chest. He wishes he could say something else, but words fail him at this moment.

Heron smiles euphorically at her, "I've never felt better. I'm looking into the eyes of an angel." He could feel the lump in his throat getting bigger as he slowly brings his face closer to hers. This is it, he thinks, I'm finally going to have my first kiss. This feels incredible, nothing like I had imagined it being.

He allows his lips to part just slightly as his eyes close. He could almost feel her lips touch his even though they were still a ways apart from each other.