Svarak could see her nervousness but could not read her mind. What decision was she mulling over that was so difficult? This mystery, this lack of knowing was new to him, both worrying and exciting. He felt like he was back in his youth. And this time, it seemed, the woman of his eye actually seemed to want him too. For she didn't see the child that Juloya had. She saw the man. He smiled toward her, his food now finished, his stomach content. 

But he wanted more. 

And tonight was such a calm, relaxing night, probably the last they'd have for a while, no matter how well this mission went. His eyes turned hungry, cast on her, before bursting into a laugh at the woman's sudden outburst toward her Balauradon. He laughed heartily at this, wondering what caused it. The blush that filled Rilana's cheeks made it seem that it was about him. He watched her rigid nervousness return, listening to her struggled words, knowing the difficulty of saying how one truly felt. And then she said it, and Svarak could only hear his heart in his ears. 

He felt her hand on his arm, and he covered it with his own, his face in thin smile, his eyes on hers. He stood, pulling her up with him, eyes never breaking off hers. His were hungry, not simply for lust, but for connecting with someone that meant something to him. Standing fully, he wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her against her body, staring down at her like a predator, his smile growing. [color=fff200][b]"Then let us live, and discover this love, together." [/b][/color]

He then bent down, and pressed his mouth to hers hungrily, pulling her body firm against his, as he kissed her. He poured his heart, his soul, his newfound lust into this kiss, letting it linger for so long, his hand firm on her lower back. And eventually, it broke, and he looked down at her smiling, before taking her hand in his, and walking past her, pulling her along, not toward his tent, but rather, away from the camp. He felt so young again, taking the hand of this maiden, this woman, this possible future of his, and leading her into the snow filled woods. 

His eyes scanned the way, as he trudged uphill, passing through the branches, the dead foliage, saying nothing, but a jovial beat in his footstep, the moon watching down as their only voyeur tonight. Eventually the broke through a treeline, and they found themselves atop a cliff, with a single snow covered, boulder, flat and long before them. Here, the moon shone on them fully, and their camp was nothing but a distant memory. He pulled her in front of him, and picked her up, sitting her on the stone, letting her sit at such a height that they looked directly across at each other. He looked up at the moon and smiled, knowing that this would be a truly magical night.