[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]"Be the flame, not the moth." - Giacomo Casanova[/i][/color][/center]
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As Kreneas approached Irime, he noticed her breathing quicken its pace. [color=silver][i]Perhaps it is just the weather.[/i][/color] Kreneas thought, yet as he approached the archer, there were the hint of sparks in the air. It wasn't the clash of steel that set off the sparks, rather the atmosphere between the two elves as Irime placed her hands on Kreneas' cheeks. The two stared back at each other in silence as Irime pulled herself closer to Kreneas, and eventually placed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. As irime had stepped back, she appeared to be almost in a daze, perhaps entranced by the moment at hand.

[color=silver]"Irime."[/color] Kreneas replied, swallowing the awkwardness of the past and the pride of the present as he counted his blessings and thought himself lucky.
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