The pause that Ma'tanza took made Tzirret feel as though he had said something wrong. Irrational worry crept over him until he felt Ma'tanza's lips against his for that brief moment. The sound of the seeds either skittering on the ground or ploncking into the liquid in the vessels banished those worries completely. He looked on in anticipation.

There was a light fizzing sound at first. It was hard to tell what was going on. Then, with such subtlety that it was already showing without being realised, a light blue glow began to shine from the seeds in some of the cups. The fizzing turned into a popping that made the liquid bubble and spatter into the other cups, causing the light to spread to them all in turn. Some of it was spilled, but the process was not worryingly violent.

As the light fell into each cup, it became brighter and brighter. It lit up the whole room in its bright blue, forcing the pair to squint as it reached its brightest point. And then, the light began to fade. Tzirret quietly placed the sack of remaining seeds onto the ground and reached to take Ma'tanza's hand while he watched on.

The light continued to fade until it seemed like that was all there was, though something else happened. Not all of the cups were losing their light, but instead were changing hue. Most of the cups faded into a dull, flickering green. The effect was astonishingly close to wind moving through a branch of jungle leaves. The other cups, in contrast, faded into a vibrant, consistent bright orange. They had the definite shape of letters in Cyrodilic, bunched up as they were in the circles that made up the light.

[center][i]I LOVE
YOU[/i][/center]
Tzirret's heart was pounding. He thought it was at the possibility that something wouldn't work, though is was extremely similar to the first time he opened his feelings to Ma'tanza. He wasn't entirely sure that it would all work, and indeed, a couple of the cups didn't light up. However, the main effect was conveyed well enough. He hadn't declared his love this literally since Ma'tanza told him not to when they landed the ships in the north.

With a small smile, Tzirret turned his eyes to Ma'tanza. "This one knows for certain this time."

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Fendros raised an eyebrow and a smirk. "Hm? Afraid of wounding your pride? Alright then."

In reality, these targets were something that Fendros had not practiced against. He wasn't nearly as confident as he sounded. He frowned, took a few moments to slowly pull his arrow back, and lined up a shot. It was hard to lead the targets, not only because they were turning rather than going straight, but the wind picked up and down erratically. It was hard to tell how they would move, even feeling for the wind from where they were.

Fendros loosed his first arrow, taking into account the wind he could feel and the distance required. He stayed still until the arrow landed. A cord was cut and the weight fell. The arrow jutted out from the dirt behind the target in a puff of dust. The cords were apparently weak to be cut so easily.

Fendros grinned and lowered his bow, watching as they weight tumbled down the hill for him to pick up. "Your turn," he said.

Despite the skill needed to line up the shot in the first place, Fendros was lucky in that the wind had slowed for a brief moment, making it easier for him. It was beginner's luck to find out, but these targets were as much about timing as they were about accuracy.