For Sean, AKA Shehaya-Chan. The one who does not have Fanfiction but roams it freely. Yeah. WE HAVEN'T TALKED IN A WHILE. Gotta go check my dA messages haha. BUT ON FACEBOOK. Where have you gone. ): I GOT A NEW OBSESSION, but you weren't there to experience my fangirlin'. VAS HAPPENIN'?

Okay bye enjoy your Shey x Gale! :)

Sean

The day that they become betrothed to one another starts with a snowball fight. She's rolling balls of snow in her hands, glancing up every once in a while to see how he's progressing.

Also he is clumsily but efficiently packing snow together in round mounds. And he is much faster, speedily stacking his pile. "How do humans do this?" he calls to Shey who is beginning to stand.

She tosses the snowball in her palm. On her face is a sight smirk, ready to release into laughter. "Practice, Gale," she replies, cocking her arm backwards to aim. As Shey focuses on her target, she adds, "I've taken sixteen years to master all of this."

Bewildered, Gale also stands. Mystic eyes widen as he starts asking, "What are you-"

Smash.

Before he knows it, a slush of snow is drenching his thin shoulder. "W-what?" he stammers, reaching his fingers up to touch the moisture. "What did you just do?"

He shivers as Shey laughs, covering her mouth with her gloved hands. "I threw a snowball at you, silly!" she teases, recovering. Her arm cranes back once more to throw.

"Don't do that again" Gale warns, his whizzing emerald and golden eye betraying mischievousness for a split second. He extends a hand towards her, his palm facing Shey. "Try me again, and you'll regret it." He smirks, prepared.

Shey chucks the snowball. Hard. It soars in the sky, sailing speedily towards a confident Gale. "Don't bet on it," she remarks as it makes its way to him.

Then suddenly, Gale pushes his palm forward, as if making an impact with it. Shey realizes it's a spell when he smoothly presses it in the air. She can sense the intense magical pressure exerting from him.

The snowball pauses for a split second in midair. It's as if it is suspending up against an invisible barrier, lingering there and waiting for Gale's command.

Then it explodes, shattering into beautiful tiny icy shards, glinting in the fringe of winter.

The sparkles glitter in the brilliant clear sky as it hovers, floating in the air. Its crystal clear pieces shine with such dazzling radiance that Shey's mouth opens in awe. "Wow," she says, a hand uncurls from its clenched fist to let the snow nestle against the pads of her fingers.

The snowflakes melt on her heated fingers, tiny droplets dissolving in the cloth.

"That's beautiful..." What she says is a faint whisper but Gale catches it.

He smiles. He suspected she'd love it.

Shey prefers the small beauties in life – from the sway of summer flowers in the breeze or the autumn leaves peeling off the street. She relishes the heat of the sun on her skin and the simple laughter between her best friends.

Gale knows her more than he knows anyone else – he doesn't even know his fellow companion, Vivi, who he's known since birth.

"Gale, you are amazing!" Shey remarks, still gazing into the sky.

"Thanks," Gale dips his head in a respectful nod, pleased that his girlfriend is joyful. All he wishes to do is to make her happy. He fondles with his hanging silvery braid on the side of his head. Shyly, he tells her, "When you're happy...I am also happy."

Shey walks towards him, unable to keep the proud beam off her face. Honestly, she tells him, "You make me happy, Gale. Whenever I'm around you, I'm happy." She places her fingers under his chin, and tilts it up. "Gale...I love you."

Gale laughs and plants a firm adoring smooch on her cheek. "I love you as well." For a few seconds he holds her within his arms, relishing this moment. He never wants to let her go.

He smells the twisted sharp peppermint on her wavy locks and the floral scents wafting off her dark skin. Goddess, it's heavenly.

The way she nuzzles his cheek and her movements of slinging her arms around his neck – he loves it. He loves her. He wants to be with her. He wishes to love her forever and always. The desire in him yearns to love and be loved. To stay together, for as long as to the death, or even to eternity is his undying, never-ending wish.

"We should get married," unexpectedly blurts Gale. Then he recoils, flashing back to his previous words. Arms shamefully fall to his sides, not believing his words. That might have been way too soon to spring it on her. He bites his lip. What will she think?

Sensing her watchful gaze on him, he quickly says, "I'm sorry..." A blush spreads across his face.

To his surprise, Shey giggles. He looks up and meets her almond shaped brown eyes. "No, it's fine." She closes the space between them, unable to keep the grin off her face. "Don't be."

Confused, Gale asks, "What are you mean?" He presses their foreheads together, the heat on their skins melting together. Furrowing his brow, he begins, "I'm sorry...but I'm not..."

"I'm saying that I love you, so we should get married."

Gale could have energetically jumped for joy if she didn't give him a lingering kiss. In fact, he could have soared in the air like an eagle.

When they break apart for air, he inquires, "Are you sure? We're only sixteen." I would not like to push her so far that...

Shey laughs. She leans forward so that her mouth ghosts over his ear. He senses her hot breath against his lobe. Then she says, "When we're twenty, we will. Don't worry Gale."

Gale gives her another kiss. He's happy, satisfied inside. Getting married to Shey one day would be something to look forward to in the next few years.

"I'll find a blue feather for you," he promises.

"If you don't then it's fine." Shey runs her hand down his cheek. Confidently, she tells him, "We will get married. I just know it. It's in my gut. Gale, baby, you're the one."

He says the same about her.

Master Shey is getting married. Merry Christmas.