The day was clear, perfect for a drive, Willan thought, being an Intel witch was a rather bland job at times but it was her job and she was pround of that. Her Jeep was a nice change from huffing it, maybe that's why she stopped when she saw a young man in a Karlsland Lufftwaffe jacket walking down the side of the road, she knew what a long walk would do to your feet.

"Wantt a lift"? she asked pulling up to the pilot, he was nice looking and held a pair of glasses to his face. The sides snapped.

"Yes, thank you" he said getting in and sitting in the passenger seat.t he young women had a pair of glasses and brown hair along with a brown jacket and boots, her lack of pants lead to the conclusion she was rather a witch or just disliked pants.

"No problem, i'm Willan" she said smiling.

"Peter" he said back as she put the petal to the medal and the jeep moved forwards. The tree's and farmland passed by at a steady speed as he gazed out the side of the jeep.

"So, where you heading" she asked,

"Just into town, my glasses broke and I need these, nothing can ruin today"

"Something special happening"?

"It's my sweets birthday, I want it to be extra special so I got us tickets to a musical, Fiddler on the roof" he said,but he also had something else for his sweet.

Nice guy, wish someone would take me to a play once or treat me to a night out she thought to herself.

"Lucky girl"

"I'm a lucky man to have someone like her" he said gazing up with a loving look, she guessed he was lost in thought of his girlfriend. She turned her eyes back to the road, very little traffic minus a few army trucks passed, with such lazy roads you could close your eyes and still be safe, not that she would ever do such a things

And as sudden as he was their, she dropped him off in town and was back on the road, looking at him through the mirror she hoped he would have a good time.

...

Ursula hummed a tune as she finished her work on the Jet Strikers engine, captain Barkhorn's problem with her magic being drained meant that she needed to rethink how it could take in power. She mucked about with the it for a bit before she regulated the engine's power levels so it would take in magic in smaller burst to allow a witch to safely use the striker in combat without fear.

Shedding her lab coat and placing it on the hanger and wiping her hands she noticed several stain's on her uniform from working with the Strikers components, she sighed knowing she only had one uniform at the moment and walked down to her sisters room, after knocking on the door to only a moan she opened the door, stepping over a discarded book (Why did she have so many books? Ursula had never seen her read one) and moved inside,

"Sister, I seemed to have smuged my coat, may a borrow yours"?

She replied with a half yell half moan to close the door and threw her Lufftwaffe Jacket at her, picking it up from the ground she thanked her and closed the door. Most people would find such a thing rude but Ursula was use to her sisters antic's.

Changing in the restroom and looking in the mirror she smiled.

"I look just like her without my Glasses, don't I" she said cheerfully placing said glasses back on her face. She could relax now, her work was done, maybe she'd read the rest of her novel in her room, or perhaps see if Peter was doing anything, she enjoyed his company.

Resting her head on the back of the couch and losing herself in the text she relaxed, sitting In the sun light of the windows andc losed her eyes, "Just for a few moments" she said to herself as she drifted off...

ZZZ

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN"T FIX THEM"? Peter shouted at the man, he had just been told some rather shocking news.

"We can fix them, it will take a day or too young man" the clerk insisted with a stern look, Peter was shocked with a look of anger and fears offspring about him.

"I need these today"

"We don't have your perscipion"

Thinking about how he didn't want to ruin Usula's birthday, he sighed.

"Just give my plain glass ones until then" he sighed, nothing could ruin today, he had much in store for his sweets special day.

...

The world is an ugly place, not in a poetic way, without his glasses the world was a blur, he could make out shaeps and colors but not much detail as he walked down the street.

"just for today" he said to himself slowly making his way to base.

This was going to be a long day.

Note to self: add quote here-Empty Promise.

The day was nice, warm sun, clear blue skys and the clouds drifted, or at the very least peter hoped the white blobs he could see in the sky were clouds, if the neuroi attacked now...he wasn't in a postion to be of much use.

He had managed to catch a ride to Saints Trodes, he assumed the driver had pitted him, stumbling on the side of the road like a drunken fool. After a silent ride, the driver had let him off, he hoped it wasn't teenager's playing a prank, as he had said, nothing could ruin today.

Managing to find the gate he said good morning to the guard as he waved him through, or he was throwing something away and just happened to wave his arm. He walked straight up to the door, he was always wondered why a base would have such a large door ? Perhaps in the days of old it had been a castle or-the door opened.

"Oh hello, i'm here to see Ursula...if it isn't a bother" he said shakely the shape is topped with crimson and in green.

"Ah yes Ursula spoke about you, come in" she said, he entered with a node and walked inside. Even in this stat, I can tell how nice the inside is, a large staircase sits in the middle of the front room like some sort of hotel.

"Ursula is somewhere around here, feel free to look for her" she says walking away, I gaze about slowly and unsure, without proper sight i'm going to have to take this slow. Feeling his way around he came to a small room the sigh read...something, without his glasses he didn't know. Peering inside he could make out one thing,

Erica, same black uniform same sleeping form on a couch, he swore he could see a book in her grasp but Ursula had said she had never seen her read one once.

"First time for everything" he said to himself sitting down and placing his first under his chin like some art piece meant for a art exibit.

"Erica" he said, trying to stir the girl from here slumber, slowly she moved waking.

...

Ursula was awoken from her slumber to see a rather familiar face, Peter.

"Erica, do you know where I can find your sister"? he asked, recalling her uniform she opened her mouth to explan but he didn't give her time to speak .

"Today has been awful for me and I know you want to sleep but I have to find your sister, my glasses broke and nothing could ruin this day, I can't see very well, but I want to surprise her with this, he said sticking his hand in his pocket to retrieve a small box the size of his palm.

"What's that"? she asked rather intrigued.

Opening it, he revealed a ring, topped with a rather small gem, crimson in color.

"It took a lot from my pay and it's a meaningless triket because you cant buy someone's love but the look on her face-" he stopped and his eyes went dead. His eyes filled with tears and his head dropped.

"I...won't be able to see her face...all I wanted was to bring her joy but..." he sobbed and his head dropped to Ursula's shoulder, she could feel it getting wet from his sadness.

Outside the day had turned grey and rain and thunder boomed, and in the light of the lighting, she put a hand to his chin and raised his face to hers.

"Peter, it's me" she said and in an instant he sobbed again.

"This is worse, I ruined everything for your Birthday, and now i'm crying all over you" he sobbed out, but she just wiped a tear off his face.

"You bought me this, you even said it didn't matter but you care about me that much"? He nodded and she grabbed a hold of his shoulders and hugged him with a passion.

And in that instant, not only did the storm lift but for just a few moments, the haze was gone ad he could see her face, the joy written on it and he smiled as he too embraced her hug and the held on to each other tightly, they sat their for hours in embrace cluching each other in love, only the sound of their breathing was heard. From outside Minna, Erica and Barkhorn were about to surprise her for her birthday, looking in and see the two hugging in the light of the sun they backed away.

"He realy does care about her, doesn't he" Minna said, her mind returning to Kurt and the times they spent together.

"Yes, for a soldier of Karlsland he is a gentlemen " Barkhorn added with a somber look on her face. Erica said nothing and just gazed at the two, sometimes she worried about her sister, people may think she was care free but when she had been sent to Suomus she had been scared that she could get hurt, now she knew she could share this with that young man, he cared for her deeply, Ursula deserved no better after all.

They left them their, and their they stayed that night, both not letting go...

As they sat their, Ursula knew this had been her best birthday gift ever.