[center][h2][color=silver][u]          [b]Kreneas Shadeweaver[/b]          [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup]Current Location: Mirkwood Outskirts[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[center][color=silver][i]"It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for." - Erich Remarque[/i][/color][/center]
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Kreneas felt that the evening went well as the moon rolled through the sky on its pitch black horse, or so he had thought. As the rest of the elves had left the campfire to participate in whatever drunk games they conjure, Irime had nearly spooked the magus as she had seen through his obvious earlier lie. His back tensed up as the elf placed her hands on Kreneas' shoulders, yet he could not help himself but to blush in embarrassment of his failure to hide his pain.

[color=silver]"So you've noticed. It wasn't like I was trying to play the manly role or anything, right?"[/color] Kreneas began to chuckle, but his laughter was cut short by a sudden shock of pain throughout his body. His teeth clenched tight, and the magus winced in pain until it had subsided due to Irime's masterful handiwork. Kreneas' muscles had relaxed by then, and the elf said his thanks with a nod to his partner. [color=silver]"Thank you, Irime. I feel better now thanks to you."[/color] The elf smiled at the archer when Kreneas noticed Irime's own smile. Kreneas was somewhat puzzled when he tried to understand what Irime might be thinking, but he believed he knew enough to understand Irime's thoughts.

Not much later, Irime had disappeared from the campfire. The archer hadn't said a word to Kreneas where she was going, but Kreneas knew Irime was capable of handling herself. There were many guards and soldiers around the camp as well in the case Kreneas was wrong, but he trusted his own opinion of Irime greatly. Eventually, the archer returned to the encampment with a rather red hue to her cheeks, while her gaze was upwards towards the moon. Looking around, Kreneas stood up and walked towards Irime while unbuckling his cloak from his shoulders. [color=silver]"Aren't you cold, Irime? Come, come."[/color] He stated, wrapping his cloak tightly around Irime's shoulders as he beckoned the elf back to the campfire.
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