Love At First Glance

The home was made of marble, white of course and it dazzled brightly in the sun. linens were laid out to accompany them. Jaren quickly donned the robes, belted Elfangor's sword to his belt, put Aereon on his shoulder, and went outside. The streets were vibrant and alive, but not Elven. He had heard from his father that Osilon had once been a great city that was ravaged by war. Jaren walked through the streets, many Elfs bowing and moving out of his way, murmuring to themselves silently. He then lay himself by a lakeside, watching the water and feeling the cool afternoon breeze. Aereon hopped off his shoulder and went about to play in the water, Jaren watched and smiled. The Elf he had seen before with Islanzadi approached him. She bowed and twisted her hand to her sternum. Jaren attempted to do the same, but failed in the end.

"I am called Arya, I saw you before when you met with my mother" She said with a small smile. Jaren nodded, he felt a drop of sweat bead down his forhead, for Arya was fairer then any maid he had ever seen.

"Yes" was all Jaren could muster. Arya smiled, in her own mind she thought he was a beautiful man, but she knew better then to show her feelings, to whom of which a Human man.

"What do you think of our city?" she asked promptly. Jaren sighed and lifted a rock, hefting it and throwing it beyond the lake.

"It's beautiful, as are you". Arya permitted herself a small smile. "If you like, we may sit and speak of our histories?" Jaren nodded, eager to hear more about Arya. The afternoon came and went, Jaren told Arya of his birthplace and heritage, which Arya shared in return. The conversation went long into the night, Aereon slept silently in Jarne's lap. At the peak of their conversation Jaren now knew fully that he was in love with Arya. Then she stood, pulling him up with her. They both looked in each other's eyes for a long time. Aereon purred in the grass below. Jaren then was given something he did not expect, Arya put her hands on his face, closed her eyes, and kissed him. Jaren's heart was not pounding out of his chest, he put his hands on Arya's hips and let the beautiful moment continue. Arya puled away, her eyes flaring with desire. Arya took his hand, and they left the lake into the city. Aereon in step behind them.