Farkas took a final look at Ysolda before reaching out for her hand and all but dragging her away from the ragtag group of partiers. He led her away from the lights of the festival, somehow ended up behind the graveyard. That was a great first start.
"Thanks for that," the redhead laughed. "Mikael had it coming."
"I feel bad about it," Farkas grimaced. Kodlak told him many times that dealing with problems head on was the most honorable way to do things, but was punching the lights out of a bard the right thing to do? The image of Mikael's self-assured look of superiority told him yes. If there was going to be consequences, he'd deal with them later. Maybe Vilkas would back him up. His brother was good with those kinds of things.
Ysolda sighed outwards, leaning against the back wall of the temple, "Of course you do. You're too good hearted."
"Skjor and Kodlak seem to think so."
"It's not a bad thing. It never is."
They were silent for a while, Ysolda began to look up at the sky. Farkas' confidence began to fade quickly. Getting enough privacy to talk to Ysolda was one thing; finding the right words was another altogether.
"Was there something you actually needed to tell me?" Ysolda asked, smile fading when she looked at his disappointed expression. "Or was it just an excuse to get scare off Mikael?"
Farkas breathed in, forcing the words out, "No, I really did. I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"I had some things I've been meaning to tell you for a while and I just keep getting tongue twisted."
Ysolda smiled and put her hand on his arm. He winced back at the touch. Her smile faded a bit, "You don't give yourself enough credit. Farkas, you know words aren't your thing." Farkas groaned internally as Ysolda paused to think of the right thing to say , "Focus on actions rather than words. Focus on your strengths."
Farkas paused for a moment, feeling more uplifted than before. The smile came back to his face and wrapped his arms around Ysolda's shoulders. She was a tall woman, but Farkas still had slouch slightly to lay his head in the crook of her neck. Ysolda stiffened when he first hugged her, but soon she wrapped her arms around his waist in reciprocation.
He breathed in her scent once more before letting go, looking at her with a look of certainty, "That was one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me."
"Wait, really?"
Farkas nodded, "Yeah." He took Ysolda's hands again, holding onto them lightly, and looked down. "I just wanted to tell you that you're one of the nicest people I've met. I think I want to get to know you better than just…" Farkas trailed off. He was on such a roll; how'd he started losing his nerve again?
"Than friends?" Ysolda muttered. The woman bit her lip, finally making eye contact with Farkas, "I think I'd like that too."
Farkas' eyes went wide. Somehow, he wasn't expecting her to accept. The Nord Hugged onto her again, grinning like a mad man once again, "Thank you!"