A/N: So I received this request back in... like... November, and I've finally finished it. It's 10000 words and 2 parts. Hopefully I haven't set any standard I can't hold up.

At any rate, enjoy.

Her knees hurt like a bitch, she thought. She'd kneeled on the stone steps before the altar for at least an hour then- no, Uryuu, the old drapes were hardly cushions and the other hunters agreed, find a damn rug-, murmured Yhwach's prayer under her breath in its entirety. She amazed herself that she even memorized it, since it was more like one of those tales bards told in the tavern every week rather than a prayer it was so long. Normally, only the first verse was recited before a hunter ventured out, but her enemy then was far more powerful than she had originally anticipated. Over two years, all their battles ended in a draw. Toushirou Hitsugaya, ice dragon extraordinaire, was stronger than she cared to disclose, and she needed extra support from the god of dragon hunters himself.

She heard the church doors open then yet she didn't stop her prayer- if she did she would've had to restart and she cared more for her knees than to do so- and she heard another hunter kneel beside her. She opened her eyes minutes later and saw her mother pray beside her, and she frowned.

"Mother, answer me something." She said.

"Of course."

"Has there ever been a record of a human falling in love with a dragon?"

She watched as her mother's shoulders drooped. "Unfortunately," she replied. "The girl was mislead, however, and she realized her mistake and corrected it. Why do you ask this, my daughter?"

"Curiosity,"

"Well, don't be curious of such things. Somebody may get the wrong idea, Karin, and you can be executed under simple suspicion." Her mother stood. "I came to tell you that they've been spotted by the lake. Good luck, my dearest. Bring me home their head."

She stood and brushed off her trousers, then turned on the ball of her foot and strode out of the cathedral into the early March air and broke into a run for the forest.

She hoped then that Yhwach's prayer and her mother's blessing would've been enough to smother the odd sensation she had whenever around her enemy; how her heart hammered against her ribs and her blood sloshed around in her limbs in ways that felt like it tugged her towards him, how she almost sang whenever she finally laid eyes upon him and how she looked forward to their fights as if it were her ascent into Heaven. And it was strange, she thought, how something so beautiful was so wrong. How they were born to be bitter enemies since inception yet her body ached for his company. It was so wrong, for a dragon hunter to fall in love with their prey, but she hardly could've brought herself to stop.

She emerged from the woods and briefly marvelled at how fast she had become over the years, faster than even the birds. Fast as a wildfire, as fearsome as one too, she recalled her sister-in-law's description of her.

She was tackled then, and she shrieked as she rolled through the snow with the swift mass. She kicked it off her and jumped to her feet, drew her broadsword and swung blindly, and she heard metal on metal and watched as sparks flew from between the connection of her iron and bejewelled draconian gold bracelets, and a smirk stretched her lips as she was met with jade eyes.

"It's been too long, Toushirou!" She spat as she hitched her leg up and kicked her wooden sole into his gut, and he back-pedalled. "How has my favorite son of a bitch been?"

She watched as Toushirou in a shrub and raked back his snowy hair with his claws, and he glared at her through his lashes.

"Well, I wasn't in pain before I saw you, so far better." He snarled.

"You flatter me so." She purred, and she mentally stamped out the familiar feeling that boiled in her gut. "Allow me to thank you!"

She sprinted at him, and he straightened and swiped at her with his talons. She ducked and slid behind him, and he spun on his toes and slammed his knee into her ribs. She grunted as the breath was knocked from her, and she landed on her back and quickly rolled to her feet. She swung her broadsword, and he ducked in a split second and swiped at her belly, and he yelped as she stomped on his hand. She jabbed at him, and somehow in the small space he had, he evaded her sword until he pulled his hand out from under her and consequently threw off her balance. She teetered, flailed her arms, and he grabbed the back of her knees, pulled her legs out from under her, and threw her yards away. Whilst she flew, she threw her sword like a javelin and pinned him by his robe to a tree. She connected with the trunk of another, choked as her head knocked against it and stars burst in her vision. She fell to the ground and quickly rose to her feet, and her knees wobbled just a bit as she spat blood onto the slush she stood on.

"Finally got you, you dragon bastard." She smirked triumphantly. She stumbled over to him, pulled open her coat and unsheathed a thin dagger from her hip, and she lifted his chin with the tip. "Any last words?"

"Sure, just that you're simply gorgeous." He smirked, and her eyes widened as his chest ballooned, and he screamed, and she was thrown back by the force. He was before her in moments, and with a whip of his tail, she was thrown over the lake. She fell, broke through the ice and her muscles seized in its shock as she was submerged in gelidus water.

She sunk like a boulder, the cold seemed to crush her chest, and she watched as blood leaked from her lips in wispy tendrils. She would die, she thought as the water flooded her lungs, she would die in those icy waters by that dragon she so loved, and even in her regret that she loved him, she couldn't hate him.

Her eyes drooped shut then, she was tired, and she bet it was oxygen deprivation. Just a few minutes, she thought, and she would be dead.

She felt the water rush past her then, felt lighter and lighter, and she broke through the surface and spit up water. She breathed slowly after she was sure she'd nearly hacked up a few organs, and she slowly opened her eyes. Toushirou on the lakeshore beside her, gazed at her with such concern that it alarmed her.

"Wh-wha-t-t i-in-n-n He-Heav-ven's g-good n-name-" She stammered as the cold wracked through her body in tremors, and he picked her up and shot into the air, and she shrieked as her arms flew around his neck. She watched the evergreens whizz by underneath her, and before her vertigo made her ill she buried her nose under his chin.

He came to rest in a cave in the side of the mountain, and he helped her out of her frozen garments, wrapped her in a thick blanket, and started a fire. She watched as he threw her clothes beside it, and he pulled her to the stone floor and held her close to him as she shivered. She pressed herself as close to his warmer body as she could've, curled her fingers under her jaw and buried her face against his collar, and he rubbed up and down the length of the blankets.

"Wh-why?" She squeaked, and he hummed indifferently.

"No point in life, I suppose, if the only thing that brings you joy is dead."

"I-I don-n't un-nderstand."

"Just rest." He whispered.

She pulled her face from him and glowered her lashes, and she watched as he rolled his jade eyes.

"Fine, don't then."

"An-ns-swer my quest-tion." She stuttered.

"Rest," he retorted, and she tucked her face into his shoulder and bit him, and he squawked. "Ow, alright! I'll elaborate! What are you, a puppy?"

She pulled back and smirked triumphantly.

He sighed then, pursed his lips in a tight line as he thought in silence. "... I suppose it could be construed as love, but every time I'm around you, every time I look in your eyes, I feel this rush of adrenaline I haven't felt elsewhere. When I'm with you, I feel alive, fresh, purposeful. And I'm not a noble around you, I'm nobody important or noteworthy. I'm your enemy, the same as the rest of the dragons. It's liberating." He explained.

She blinked slowly as he stared shamefully averted his eyes. She wasn't sure how so felt outside of apprehension and fatigue; disbelief perhaps, but also a sense of solace.

She opened the blanket then and wrapped him in it with her despite it, and he wrapped his arm around her waist as she tucked her knee between his legs and splayed her fingers across his chest. She laid a sloppy kiss on him then, and she felt him stiffen in his initial surprise before he eased into it.

"Now sleep, try to get some rest." He whispered.

She closed her eyes and allowed his warmth to wash over her as she drifted asleep.

Her eyes flew open, and she sat up and scrambled to her feet as her gaze darted about in her initial fright of being in an unfamiliar area. She breathed a sigh of relief as she found Toushirou behind her as he combed out his hair.

"Your clothes have dried." He said, and she found them folded beside the fire and her sword atop them.

"I suggest you go home before my clan sends out a search party for me, if they haven't already, that is. They'll make escape difficult for you." She said as she dropped the blanket and dressed.

"I believe you. If I wanted to see you again, preferably sooner rather than later, where could I find you?"

"Eager, much?"

"You're in love, I'm in love, I'd like to make the most of it before I die."

"As much as I'd love to- and I'm sincere when I say that, Toushirou-, we could both be executed by either of our clans if our affair is discovered. And… and I'm not willing to risk that. I can't-," she sighed and averted her eyes.

"A noble hunter, scared of adhering to her beliefs? How did I ever fall for somebody so pathetic?" He snorted, and she furrowed her brow. "Not to mention it was you who kissed me. I just assumed that you would want the same."

"Fine, but let's at least think about this beforehand. If we decide to desert our people, we can never return to them. We'll never be able to go home to our families." And she wasn't sure how strong she was for that. She loved her family more than anything, would've died for them before her duties, and as Masaki aged she would need help to take care of herself.

He walked to her then and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Meet me by the lake in three days. If you're not there by nightfall, I'll assume you've jilted me. And we'll go back to the status quo." He whispered, and her knees felt weak- he looked at her so tenderly, like she was as precious as the gold he adorned, and she felt weak because of it.

"I'm… alright, I'll at least consider it." She pushed him away and turn on the ball of her foot. He grabbed her wrist then, spun her around and wrapped his arms around her waist, and he buried his face in her neck.

"Toushirou?" She inquired.

"Just… one more thing." He murmured. "I apologize for almost killing you."

She smiled softly then as her heart melted, and she wound her arms around his trunk. "I apologize for everything I've ever called you."

"I'll consider them endearments." He replied, and she chuckled with him, rocked as he held her. "I hope I see you soon. I do." He breathed.

She blinked back tears then, and she pushed away. She left the cave and may as well have slid down the side of the mountain, and she was at its base in due time, and she laid still for a moment as she listened. True to her assumption, there was a search party out for her, she heard their voices in the distance. She flew to her feet and screamed for them, and she eventually found the party miles from the mountain, and she grinned as her brother saw her.

"Finally you're here. I was worried sick, I hope you know." He said as they ran to each other.

"Oh please, did you really think I was dead? I'm offended." She responded as she hugged him, and her brother pushed her away then and patted her down.

"Did that beast hurt you? I swear if it did, I'll have its head myself and mount it above my bed." He worried, and she swatted his hands away in her initial irritation, but she repressed it as she humored her brother.

"No more than I injured him." She shrugged then.

"We shouldn't expect any less from Karin." Gerard chirped, and he slammed his hand into her back. If she wasn't as sturdy as she was, she thought, he would've bruised her…

"Are you sure, Karin? Dragons are ruthless, it would've had no qualms hurting you."

"Well, he did knock me into the lake, but he saved me? It was… surreal." She shrugged then- it was still a little surreal-, and he brother and the other hunters in the party gasped.

"Karin, that's so dangerous! What if it comes back and says you owe it your servitude? You're honor-bound to repay your debts."

She frowned then, and her heart lodged itself in her throat. Toushirou's confession seemed so sincere, she thought, and he didn't seem deceitful when she left the cave- he'd looked at her as if she was better than draconian gold. But Ichigo… her brother was a seasoned hunter, he'd killed many dragons in his time, he'd even done sting operations once or twice. He knew dragons better than almost anybody.

But… Toushirou was so authentic. He could've let her drown, but he saved her. It would've been much easier if he just let her drown, but he didn't.

"As nice as that is, I'm famished. Lead the way home, gentlemen." She brushed past them towards their village. She wasn't sure then, and she didn't want to think of it.

She would've paraded in right through the front if Ichigo let her. She wasn't ashamed to admit her defeats, but her brother lead her through the back and straight to the infirmary. It left her puzzled, but she let it go. She didn't have the energy to bicker with him.

"I'm fine." She grunted, and she slapped the physician's hand away. "Just a few bruises, he's just as wrecked."

"Doctor, she said the dragon saved her. If she's fine physically-"

"I'll call in a healer if you still worry for whatever reason, Master Ichigo. But she has no immediate, life-threatening injuries." The physician said.

"Yes, please. Bring my wife if possible."

At least it would've been Orihime, she thought, instead of a stranger. Hopefully. She didn't like to be touched by many people.

"Why did that beast save your life?" Her brother scoffed, and she wondered if it was a rhetorical question after she soothed the reemergence of her irritation. "Gods, Karin, that scares me. It must want something from you, it's the only explanation. Either that or it did something to you to alter your memory."

She frowned then, insulted. "I'll take his word from what he told me. Don't worry Ichigo, I'm by no means a defenseless maiden, and you know this."

"Yes, but what if it comes for you? We're bound by our honor, Karin. If it seeks for its debt to be repaid then, ethically, you cannot refuse it. And it scares me because what if it… deflowers you without your consent?"

"He didn't mention anything about a debt, or rape for that matter." She snorted. She doubted Toushirou would've saved her just so she could've serviced his masculine whims. If he did enslave her, they wouldn't have been equals and he would've returned to his boring life. She wouldn't disclose that bit to Ichigo though, he wouldn't have understood.

No, she realized, although Ichigo was arguably the most devout to their clan, he was possibly the most prejudiced against dragons- which was ironic in so many ways since his wife was the least prejudiced, she'd even been on the battlefield and healed an injured cub. She was nearly executed for it, she recalled, until Ichigo stepped in and vouched for her. It was their fault; her powers had just been unveiled and were exceptional amongst her peers, so they brought her along for a raid to heal the hunters and was exposed to absolute carnage for the first time ever. It wasn't that she was a traitor she was merely traumatized and coped the best way she knew how; to help a being, he'd argued. Eventually, Ichigo and Orihime married to ensure her safety and loyalty. It wasn't out of love she knew, even if they'd fallen in love over the years, it was merely to protect their clan's most valuable asset-. He hardly even referred to them as individuals. He was the one who led the raids, he was the one who executed captured dragon militiamen, he was the one who perpetuated much of the anti-dragon idealism.

He cared about humans and would do anything for their clan, but he cared for little else. He was so focused on the crimes done by dragons that he refused to recognize humanity's.

Orihime entered the room then, dressed in her long skirt and a nurse's apron, and her caramel hair was tied into a neat bun at the top of her head. "Good afternoon, you two." She said cheerfully as she no less than beamed, and the worried atmosphere seemed to melt away with her presence. Her sister-in-law did that, she thought, seemed to cure many ailments with merely a few irrelevant words. Even if her powers weren't as fantastical as they were, she would still be their most valuable asset if for nothing more than her interpersonal skills.

"Hey, Orihime," she mumbled as her sister-in-law strode over to her.

"Welcome home, Karin. I'm so sorry about your hunt. But worry not, you're far more motivated than any hunter or dragon, I'm sure you'll triumph someday."

"Of course she will." Ichigo snorted. "But that aside, I'm worried she's suffered secondary injuries, especially… um..." Ichigo tapped his temples, and her sister-in-law nodded as she glared at him.

"Let's take care of that then." Her sister-in-law placed her hands over her crown, and the wintery air grew warm around her as Orihime's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she felt heady and energized as Orihime's power spread through her. She breathed a blissful sigh. Even if she was sure she was fine, she loved how Orihime's power felt. A mix of motherly tenderness and the reenergization of a mug full of cool spring water in mid summer.

"You're fine for the most part, Karin. A couple of scrapes that I'd rather let heal themselves but nothing detrimental." Her sister-in-law said.

"See?" She smirked at her brother. "I'm fine. I'm not that helpless."

"I never said you were helpless-"

"Then act like it." She said, and she stood and hugged Orihime then and thanked her and apologized for her brother's behavior. Orihime said it was perfectly fine, she hadn't anything to do then anyway. "I'll see you two at supper."

She meandered toward the church, kicked a pebble as she walked along well-travelled dirt trails. She was… confused. She wanted to live a life with Toushirou, free from the prejudice and death that surrounded her. But she had her duty to her family, to her mother- she wasn't so inconsiderate, so selfish, as to forget her. And how she would've humiliated Masaki if she deserted, permanently tarnished the Kurosaki name.

She reached the church and paused in front of the door, and she frowned. The church was the embodiment of prejudice, she thought, especially towards dragons. Priests told her time and time again that dragons were horrible and their gods were gods of war. But everything they perpetuated sloshed into the gutters after Toushirou saved her- lies they were, and she couldn't find comfort in lies and hypocrisy.

She turned on her heel then, and her heart fell heavy on her diaphragm. She felt like she'd turned her back on her people, but she couldn't turn her back on her own conscious.

It was supper hours after she wandered, and it was as lively as ever in the Kurosaki household. She retired early to her quarters after Ichigo brought up her fight- her 'injuries' more specifically, to which Orihime firmly stomped on his toes under the table-, and she stripped out of her winter wear into a nightshirt, and she curled up under fur blankets.

She was restless, drifted in the tranquil limbo between lucidity and unconscious; Toushirou's voice a faint echo in her half-dreams and his image branded behind her eyelids. He was her tormentor and her reprieve then, her only anchor to reality and her the only thing that kept her from sleep. She would've cursed him if she wasn't so in love.

There was weight next to her suddenly, and she was smothered with a hand over her lips, and she struggled; reached for her dagger under her pillow until she recognized jade eyes, and she froze. There were several moments of tense stillness before Toushirou released her and sat on his legs between her knees, and she sat up and stared cautiously at him.

"What're you doing here?" She hissed. "We both could be killed if someone found you here."

"I missed you."

"You're a masochist." She snorted softly.

"I'm aware." He responded. "Has anybody-"

"Ichigo believes you wish to enslave me. He hasn't even considered our arrangement." She explained. "I haven't even been suspected of heresy, mostly just been worried on. I swear, this place has no respect for women."

"It's hardly different from draconian society. Women in some regions are little more than breeders to propagate our race."

She frowned then. "Doesn't surprise me." She responded dryly, and she smiled to herself then. "It's strange," she said, "just yesterday we were trying to kill each other, and here we are now, talking like civilized beings."

"It could always be like this, Karin. We could run away together and live happily." Toushirou murmured, grabbed her by her shoulders and fell onto his side and pulled her with him, and she pulled the blanket over them as they lay together. He was cool, she noted, not nearly as warm as her borderline hypothermic self thought. But it wasn't completely unpleasant; he was sturdy- with thick bones and a smooth build, wiry blood vessels just barely visible under his skin.

She pushed away from him then and sat up, raked her fingers through her hair as he followed her.

"Karin?"

"Please leave." She croaked and shuddered quietly. "I can't… I can't do this right now. I'm just-"

There was stillness between them before Toushirou pulled himself from her bed, and he perched in the window, gazed at her through a film of pity, and it boiled her blood nearly. She wasn't nearly so pathetic she needed his commiseration, she thought, and she prepared to tell him just that.

"Kisuke Urahara," he said, and she frowned. "He lives ten kilometers southwest of here, speak with him. Please,"

He disappeared then, and she curled up under her blanket and hugged her pillow to her chest. The proposal was enticive, she thought. She was tired of her culture and its prejudice. But her desertion would've destroyed her family, and she wasn't sure she could've done that. Masaki had already lost her parents, their father, and a child- her twin-, she wasn't so selfish as to leave her mother with even less.

She lay still as it all ate at her, and eventually it bugged her so much that she threw her blankets back and pulled a shawl over herself, and she readied her horse in the stables and rode off. Whoever Kisuke Urahara was, she needed to talk to him. And it was curious, she thought, how similar it felt to when she ran into battle. The dread, the eagerness, how she yearned for him.

She arrived at a large home eventually, though a fortress was more accurate, and she knocked with the bronze ring. The door opened minutes later to a large man, tall with a barrelly chest and braided hair and a thick mustache, and she blinked up at him.

"Are you here to see Master Urahara?" He rumbled, and she nodded slowly, cautious of him, and she wished she would've brought her sword instead.

"Y-yes," she responded. "Please, I need his consultation. It's urgent."

"Follow me then, Miss Karin Kurosaki. Master Urahara is in the drawing room." He bowed at his waist before he turned and walked through the parlor, and she followed behind him, relaxed in the warm manor and nearly shrugged off her shawl. He lead her through halls and several flights of stairs, and she would've spoken if she wasn't so preoccupied, and by the time she thought of something he'd knocked on a door amongst doors that looked exactly the same, and it opened.

Kisuke Urahara stood before her, wrapped in a green shawl and stubble that covered his face. He smiled tiredly at her, and she bowed her head.

"Come on in, Miss Kurosaki. Tessai, do put on some tea for us." Kisuke said.

"Right away, Master."

She followed him in, and they sat in leather-covered chairs, and she squeaked girlishly as she sunk several inches into its plush and hoped he hadn't noticed.

"Right to the point then." He said. "Tell me, my child, what has driven you to seek counsel before me?"

"There's…" she cleared her throat, and it humiliated her that she was about to ask him such. "There's this dragon, and I'm in very much in love with him, and he says he reciprocates my feelings. But because of our natures, it's considered taboo if we were to be together. Master Urahara… why is it taboo? Why do we fight against dragons? If I'm going to be completely honest, Toushirou doesn't seem so horrible. But I just… I don't know. I'm caught between my duties and my desires."

"Perceptive of you." He remarked, and Tessai returned with tea then. "Ah, thank you, Tessai. It smells spectacular."

"I suggest you allow it to steep just a little while longer." Tessai rumbled to her, and she nodded as she gingerly took the mug from the giant with quiet thanks.

"This war has always been about draconian gold." Kisuke said, and she curled her legs to her chest as he spoke. "It's understandable- draconian gold is abundant and it's harder than any modern metals, but still malleable enough to be easily shaped into things like jewelry and tools, and I'm sure you've seen how durable it is in battle. Humans and dragons aren't fighting because of some rivalry, even if this has become one, it's just for resources."

She almost smiled then. If greed was all, then she didn't care about what anybody thought. She wanted Toushirou, and if he wanted her too then she would've left a war of pure selfishness in a heartbeat and never looked back. She refused to stand with corruption.

Kisuke sighed nostalgically then. "Masaki, long ago, asked me the same question. It seems history is repeating itself yet again."

"Sir?" She responded curiously.

"Your father was an honorable dragon, Karin. He was a good friend of mine."

Her eyes widened in her bewilderment. "Excuse me, Master Urahara, I don't understand."

"You aren't aware? No, that doesn't surprise me, dragon hunters are so fascist, of course the affair would be covered up. You would be executed if it was uncovered that you were mixed."

"Sir-"

Kisuke sighed again, sipped at his tea as his gaze rested on the fire before them as if the flames replayed his memories. "It was so long ago, but it's difficult to forget such vibrance. The first time they met was on the battlefield; Masaki was a nurse and she found Isshin- your father- dying alone in the forest. She treated him, guided by fate I'm sure, and eventually they developed a bond and trust that I've never seen since. And then Isshin realized he was in love and came to me blubbering like a child. He kept talking about how he betrayed his people and how sinful he was, and perhaps under normal circumstances he would've been right. But then Masaki came here, guided by fate yet again and found him just as he was leaving, and they decided to run away together. They lived happily for months afterwards with Ichigo from her previous marriage, and Masaki was eventually impregnated with you and your late twin." She watched as his eyelids drooped and his lips downturned. "But they were discovered before either of you were born. Masaki was to be executed, but to spare her and you and your twin, Isshin told Masaki to execute him and reestablish her loyalty to the Kurosaki clan. And she did, couldn't even cry lest she be doubted."

She looked from him to her tea, gripped its warmth as his words squeezed her heart. She'd been deceived most her life- she was told her father died of dysentery before she was born, and though she understood that it was because Masaki wanted to protect her it still stung-, and her entire world crashed around her. The very thing she fought against was part of her, her mother executed her father and she wasn't sure how she felt about that, and she was a murderer for absolutely no reason other than greed.

She laughed bitterly to herself then, and tears streamed down her cheeks. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or hurt, but she knew what she would do. "Is… it wrong?" She whispered as she wiped her tears, and Kisuke hummed inquisitively. "A human loving a dragon? Has there been too much hurt for there to be any morality in this? Do I have the right to after all my mother has done for me?"

"There is not ethical standpoint." He responded. "Your feelings, Karin, don't make you a criminal. Your mixed nature doesn't make you an abomination. Those such discriminations are purely cultural standpoints that aren't only wrong, but are obsolete. If you and Toushirou wish to share your lives, then do it. Make history. Achieve what your parents couldn't. It's never too late for change. I'm sure Masaki would understand."

She would've cried again, and she finished off her tea in one go and wiped her eyes before she stood. "I cannot thank you enough, Master Urahara. You've forever changed me." She bowed shortly before she ran out of the manor, and she found Toushirou perched on the fence next to her horse. There was silence between them, a few heartbeats before she threw her arms around his shoulders and nearly toppled him over. He cried out she trembled- she loved him so much, more than the sky above and she would've told him if she didn't cry then-, and she buried her face in his shoulder.

"I want to run away with you." She whispered.

"That makes me- dear gods you're crying why are you crying please stop this madness you're not supposed to cry-"

"Shut up and hold me, you fool."

He slid off the fence and held her waist under her shawl, and he laid his chin on her scalp. "I love you." He whispered, tangled his fingers in her hair and tipped her head back. Their lips brushed together; gentle, shy, amorous.

They shot into the sky then, and she shrieked as she clung to him. "Toushirou!" She shouted as he flew. "What in Heaven's name do you think you're doing!? My horse is back there!"

"So? You won't need it anymore, I'll fly you wherever we need to go."

"And what if you're hurt!? What then?" She spat, and he rolled his eyes. She sunk her teeth into his bare collar then, insulted and annoyed, and he squawked.

"Ow! Okay, I get it, we can go back and get your horse." He growled, and she kissed his cheek then.

"Thank you, my love." She purred, and she laughed as a blush crept up his tan face.

They would make history, she thought, and bring change to the world.