Kire shook her head. “For a few moments, yes, it was like that, but after that was…” Her voice trailed off as she frowned, trying to put a finger on what she had felt. “Just—closeness? It’s—it’s hard to describe, especially the last. The last vision had a lot of conflicting things I can’t quite parse through. But, thing is, I think the feelings weren’t coming from either of us at all,” she said. “This might sound crazy. But…do you think we’re seeing some other version of the future?” She paused, then stifled a giggle. “Okay. Yeah. I admit, that’s crazy even for me. I sound like Elva or Daryll when they get into the herbs too much.” 
She shook her head, then pushed him onto his back, leaning in for a deep kiss. “Too early for theories, I admit. Exercise first,” she said with a hungry grin. 

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“Ahhh.” Ed smirked. “Fought Kire to a draw? Hm. Interesting. Well. I [i]taught[/i] Kire swordsmanship, so that must mean my chances are decent.” He followed along, then wondered for a moment if Ysaryn would be alright with him showing up unannounced. Then again, he might just as likely catch her ire if he had fetched Kire without showing his face at all.  He almost chuckled aloud as Zeke yelled for Ysaryn, amused.

Until he saw another elf. Ed froze, and when Ysaryn appeared and their argument began, it became clear who this man was. [i]Oh, fuck.[/i] He raised his hands and backed out of the house as Zeke pushed him. “To be fair,” he muttered back, “between you and I, I’m probably the one who should be concerned more.” He’d faced his fair share of furtive affairs and angry fathers—and one or two irate lovers—many years ago, before he grew up and out of that stage in his life.