Jarvan sat heavily on the edge of the bed, watching Shyvana move about the room, her soft footsteps causing the floorboards to creek occasionally. Her strides were short and she hummed a soft tune as she worked through the room, cleaning her armor. Jarvan paused, looking at his own heavy metal chest plate. Blood stains covered the armor, most of it his own. He scratched at a bit of the blood, flaking the black material off the golden armor. He brushed his fingers over the deep scars in the chest plate, memories about how he had gotten them resurfacing violently. Some carried good stories about how he had been outsmarted or nearly killed, and then overcame the odds in a bad situation. Others had carried good memories once upon a time, time turning the nicks and scratches to something with a more painful meaning. Now, they seemed like marks of failure, his team, his friends, dead and gone.

Shyvana kneeled before him, looking up at him with a frown on her face. "Something is wrong." Shyvana said quietly, watching his reaction. The prince frowned, looking down at the floor as he shook his head. He tried to put on a brave smile to comfort Shyvana, but she definitely could see through it.

"It's nothing." Jarvan tried to say, but Shyvana held his cheek, a sour look on her face.

"Do you think me a fool?" Shyvana asked, glaring at him as she kneeled before where he sat on the bed.

"What?" Jarvan murmured, a surprised look on his face. "No, of course not." He shook his head, blinking.

"Then do not think you have to hide your emotions from me." Shyvana said with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she tried to keep a firm look upon her face. "I may be only half human, but you read like a book, Jarvan."

Jarvan sighed, shaking his head. "I can't get anything past you." Jarvan laughed nervously, looking up at the ceiling, exhaling slowly.

"What's bothering you?" Shyvana said, standing up and sitting next to Jarvan on the bed. She ran her hand up and down Jarvan's spine and felt him shiver. The prince ran his hand over the surface of his chest plate, and ornate pattern decorating the center of it.

"...I feel as if I failed my men." Jarvan said quietly, his mind wandering again. "I asked them to follow me on this journey, and they did. It was a selfish gesture of my own and now I have to carry that burden home to their families." Jarvan formed a fist, his hand shaking violently, his knuckles white as he bounced his fist off his knee.

"Your men knew the risks." Shyvana said quietly, placing her hand upon his, calmly peeling his hand open. "And they knew that. They followed you regardless, because they trusted you." She smiled. "I don't think any of them held it against you, and I don't think they would even now..." She used her thumb to wipe a tear from Jarvan's cheek.

"Sorry..." Jarvan muttered, still conflicted. "You shouldn't have to see this."

Shyvana shook her head, smiling at him. "Your feelings are important." She still closer, putting her arms around him. "You needn't hide them from me. You don't need to hide anything from me."

"Thank you..." Jarvan said quietly, blinking the blurriness from his eyes. He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"Don't thank me." Shyvana said, grinning. "You'd do the same for me." She nuzzled Jarvan's hair, stroking the back of his neck gently.

Jarvan wrapped his arms around her and simply breathed deeply, his head against her chest. He could hear her heartbeat, the steady sound calming to him, her scent strong in his nostrils.

A knock came at the door.

Jarvan frowned, his hand snaking to the knife he wore on his waist. He drew it and held it behind his back as he stood. He wore the bottom half of the black bodysuit he wore under his armor, his chest bare despite the cool air that blew through the window. Rain had begun to fall, the gently pitter-patter of rain hitting the cobblestones coming from the street. Shyvana ducked below the sheets, holding the blankets over her chest despite the loose white tunic she wore, the garment hanging off one shoulder. The prince moved to the door, holding the blade behind him as he undid the deadbolt. The innkeeper stood in the doorway, a painfully large smile on his face.

"Good morning!" The overtly jovial man said, showing his hands in a placating manner. "I hope that after last night you're not going to press charges… it would be totally understandable if you did, though. I only want to know so I might be on the lookout for the guardsmen in the future."

"We won't seek retribution, but I can assure you that we will log a complaint with the City Guard ourselves." Jarvan said, lying about their intents. He wanted to get rid of the innkeeper in case he saw something out of the ordinary. Barring that, Jarvan just wanted to get out of the city.

"Of course." The innkeeper said, nodding rapidly. "If you or your wife need anything, please don't be afraid to ask."

"We won't, thank you." Jarvan said, smiling to hide his surprise at the man's comment. Do we really look like a married couple? He smiled; it wasn't something he had ever thought about. It could be a good cover story to get out of the city.

"So what do we do now?" Shyvana said, sitting up on the bed, her legs crossed. Jarvan closed the door and bolted it again after watching the innkeeper descend the stairs at the end of the hall. The innkeeper hadn't said anything about paying for the damages to the door so Jarvan could only assume that the City Guard would pay for it out of fear of brutality charges.

"We need some supplies." Jarvan said, shrugging, rolling his shoulder as he stepped away from the door. He leaned against the wall, sighing heavily. "Then we start searching for Kampf." Shyvana nodded, getting out of bed and busying herself with getting dressed. Jarvan listened for any movement outside the door, but satisfied that there was nothing coming, he breathed a sigh of relief. The prince stepped away from the door, still massaging his shoulder, running a hand over the new scar as he glanced at Shyvana, a grin on his face.

Jarvan pulled on the black body suit of his armor, the reinforced leather taut over his skin. It was a bit tighter than he remembered; the past few days of recovery in the Du Couteau manor had served to help him put on a few pounds. He patted his belly with a grin as he sealed up the body suit. He paused, looking over his armor and then shrugged to himself. He assembled it around his body and then draped a cloak around him, trying to get it to cover most of his armor. The large cloak barely made it to his knees due to the ornate spikes on his shoulder pauldrons. He frowned, but was satisfied with the appearance. His silhouette was much different than normal, and it would keep any passersby from approaching on the street; the cloak over his armor gave him a menacing appearance. He wrapped the burlap from the night before around his lance, trying to hide the appearance using some of the clothes, stuffing them along the blade. The end appearance was odd, but it would hide the weapon from cursory glances and prying eyes.

Jarvan stood, the heavy armor a comfort to have on again. He already felt safer than he had in many days, and as Shyvana threw her own cloak over her shoulders, Jarvan grinned. She slid her hands into the dragon's head gauntlets, raising them up and then forming the dragon's head, one gauntlet over the other. She opened and closed the mouth a few times, making a snapping sound as she did, waving the head around through the air. Jarvan shook his head, laughing. The dragoness smiled as she hung them on the armor that rode on her hips, and jumped about a bit. The armor stayed put despite her jerky movement, and satisfied they would stay, she threw her own cloak around her shoulders. Satisfied they had all their belongings, Jarvan and Shyvana left the inn, only a brief exchange with the innkeeper to slow them.

Armed with directions towards the closest marketplace and gates to the city, Jarvan and Shyvana stepped onto the cobblestone street.

"What gloomy weather." Shyvana remarked as she pulled her hood up. The slow drizzle had set in early that morning, enough to chill the air and soak the city, but not enough to hamper any of the daily business. She pouted as they stepped out from under the balcony, Jarvan pulling his own hood down over his eyes. He wore his helm around the back of his neck, keeping it out of the way of his hood.

"At least it's not the downpour we dealt with before." The prince muttered, the damp air causing his chest to ache where he had been hurt. The skin tingled, as if there was a weight on his chest, but he simply inhaled and shook his head. He set his lance, bundled as it was, on his shoulder as he stepped through some of the meager traffic that moved up and down the streets.

"Very true." Shyvana said, looking up into the perfectly gray sky overhead. "It doesn't rain like this in Demacia, does it?"

"Not usually." Jarvan said with a shrug. "We do get rainstorms like that occasionally, but the weather in Demacia is fair most of the year. It stays cool in the spring and autumn, while not getting too hot during the summer. Winter weather can be unusually harsh because Demacia is fairly far north, and the snow can get deep as well for a coastal city."

"Snow?" Shyvana repeated, her eyes widening. "You get snow in Demacia?"

Jarvan blinked, looking over at Shyvana as they walked. "Lots in the winter, yes." He said nodding. A smile spread on Shyvana's face.

"I've never seen snow before." Shyvana said with an excited grin. "My father told me tales about the Freljord and their people, the Three Queens and of their descendants... but in Shurima we only had the rainy season." She moved as if she were dancing, her excitement carrying into her very movements as she looked up at the sky, her eyes lighting up as she imagined the rain were snow.

"Demacia has a much different climate that Shurima." Jarvan said, chuckling.

"Tell me about it, would you?" Shyvana said with apprehension. "Tell me about Demacia..." She grabbed his hand, tugging on him slightly.

"All right." Jarvan said with a grin. "But where to begin?" He chuckled at her excitement. "What would you like to know about it?"

Shyvana scrunched her nose up as she thought for a moment. "I know much of its history." She murmured, but then her face lit up. She skipped ahead of Jarvan, a smile on her face, still holding his hand as she spun about and walked backwards, leaning towards him as if she had a secret to tell. "Tell me about its people and the city, what it looks like." She held his hand as she walked backwards, a pixie grin on her face as she watched him, pulling him along like he was a small child. He couldn't help but smile.

"The Demacian people are a proud and noble sort, many of which value honor above all else." Jarvan watched Shyvana as she stared intently up at him, still wearing that infectious, pixie-like grin. "They are a people utterly devoted to justice and they train and strive to sharpen both body and mind in order to uphold that ideal of justice. They are driven by their desire to see that ideal spread throughout Valoran, for the betterment of all of Valoran's people." He paused for a moment. "While peace does not always come naturally to Demacia, there are those who would try to inject malice and detract from the moral ideals of the city and Runeterra as a whole. Demacia chooses to harshly punish those who oppose our ideals within the city to discourage such action... but such punishments usually do not come without just and fair trial. Some may view it as overtly harsh but Demacians stand by their values." He nodded his head proudly. "If we don't stand by our values, what better are we than anarchists?"

"Who is it that judges those who have broken the law?" Shyvana said, still intently watching him.

"The city is ruled by my father alongside a house of elected council men and women. Between those two bodies of power, the city is home to the many minor Noble Houses, some of which who watch over the lands surrounding the city-state. Many of them pay tribute in the form of food, wares or gold to the city in exchange for protection from the beasts and bandits that roam the land. The city itself is breathtaking, though." He paused for effect. "Gardens and great buildings dot the city, and beauty is abundant even in the streets. They are clean and pristine, only marred by the shadows of towering spires that litter the skyline."

Jarvan raised his hand in a broad sweeping gesture towards the sky. The cold, menacing, and demonic nature that dominated the city of Noxus seemed to close down around them as Jarvan painted a picture of his home. He shivered, the entire city around him seeming hostile, even the many denizens of the city keeping to themselves. Jarvan and Shyvana were given looks of envy and malice as they strolled hand in hand through the streets, as if the happiness they shared was a sin among the streets of Demacia.

"I can only imagine..." Shyvana said softly.

"Great banners of blue and gold flap freely amid the wind along the parapets of the city, and the city walls glisten with both power and the people's nobility." Jarvan smiled proudly, the memories of his home causing his heart to swell with pride. Part of him was beginning to long for that city, a homesickness he hadn't felt before. "And the ocean... oh the ocean." Jarvan said, chuckling softly. "The city, she sits upon the coast, overlooking a great bay, the waves lapping at her beaches. Soft sand and the pounding surf stretch out along the city's edge, the ships drifting along the horizon as they arrive and leave the port." Jarvan's voice softened.

"I've always wanted to see the ocean." Shyvana said, wonderfully, her eyes clamped shut as she envisioned the great shimmering body of water, writhing with both power and danger, stretching out endlessly. "My father told me tales of it." She said excitedly. "Though he was never able to show it to me."

"I would be happy to show it to you." Jarvan said, smiling. "The view from the palace is breathtaking."

"I would like that." Shyvana said, smiling, squeezing Jarvan's hand. "I would like that a lot..." Her voice faded off to silence as they walked along the street.

"Your father taught you most of the country's history, did he not?" Jarvan said after a few minutes of walking.

"Some history yes..." Shyvana said, frowning. "Though much of it was colored with distaste towards humans."

"Your father didn't eat... humans... did he?" Jarvan asked, blinking rapidly at her choice of words.

"Good heavens, no." Shyvana said, laughing as she shook her head. "He didn't think much of humans because of your fondness for war and strife, but he also respected the race of man. They were a young race when he was born, but they had much promise. His words were often harsh when he spoke of humans through." She frowned as Jarvan watched a whole spectrum of emotions play across her face. "The blatant disrespect for life and the world around you in your early days always left him with a poor opinion of humans."

"You say that as if he watched it happen." Jarvan said, shaking his head.

"He did." Shyvana said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "My father is-... was a celestial dragon." Her voice grew quiet and reverent. "He lived for thousands of years, and much of his knowledge was gained first hand. He watched the horrors of the rune wars scar Valoran and the malevolence that shook the structure of the world to the very core." She shivered as she spoke, anger in her voice. "It was hard on him to have watched all that pain and suffering and then to try and raise me while running from dragon and human kind…" Her voice trailed off, and Jarvan squeezed her hand as a tear ran down her cheek. "He was a great and noble man, my father."

"Can I ask a question?" Jarvan said softly, as he swerved to avoid a puddle.

"Of course." Shyvana said, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Why was your father killed?" Jarvan asked. Shyvana frowned, looking down to the ground. "If you wish not to speak of it..."

"No, it is a painful subject, but it is something you should know." Shyvana paused as if she had something further to say, but blushed and shook her head. "My father and I were hunted for all of my life by dragon-kind. Many of them considered my half-human blood to be an abomination that needed to be cleansed. Both humankind and dragonkind alike hounded us across the continent; dragon trying to kill me and my father for raising me, human trying to chase us away to prevent what followed. My father became an outcast when he sired me, and so I became one as well, simply for being born, the daughter of a dragon and a woman. We were never able to stay in the same place for long, we constantly were on the run." Her head hung. "It was… it was not an ideal way to be raised." Jarvan gave her hand a squeeze, and Shyvana rubbed a hand across her face. Jarvan suspected it was to banish a tear, but Jarvan couldn't tell and wasn't going to push her any further on the subject.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Jarvan said quietly. "I'm sure he was a good and great man-... err, dragon."

Shyvana giggled, drying her eyes. "He did what he could to try and ensure I was happy." She said, a soft smile upon her face. "It was hard for both of us, but he was able to use his knowledge of the world to keep us safe from many an occasion that would have ended our lives." She paused. "But... it only lasted so long. Kampf was relentless. He tracked us endlessly, often attacking anyone who tried to help us and terrorizing and devouring humans who took pity on me and my father."

"You don't need to go any further." Jarvan said softly, as Shyvana blinked away a tear. She sniffed, and wiped a tear that ran down her cheek, anger starting to show through her sadness as a frown formed on her face.

"I never had any friends growing up, only my father's tales to keep my mind from driving me insane." Shyvana said sourly. Her hand clenched Jarvan's, and he could feel her skin growing warmer as her temper seemed to grow. "I was constantly fighting for my life; many humans thought they would kill us off and save themselves from the reign of terror that followed us. ...I would have killed you had you not detained me so swiftly when you first found me." She sounded ashamed of the admission, but Jarvan knew the memories were painful for her.

"It wasn't all that difficult." Jarvan said, letting a hint of playfulness seed his voice." Shyvana looked up at him, her cloudy eyes looking surprised. She scoffed.

"You!" Shyvana said, slapping his shoulder lightly, sending a torrent of water cascading down his cloak.. "I would have killed you had I not been so emotionally distressed." She raised her nose up, and tried to give herself a haughty air, looking down on him. It didn't work though, as he towered over her, easily a foot taller than the young dragoness.

"Luckily for both of us then." Jarvan laughed aloud.

"Yes..." Shyvana said, leaning against Jarvan. She squeezed his hand, falling quiet as they walked along the cobblestone street, the rain still falling gently around them. "But... I came to bitterly despise both dragons and humans." She spoke the words as if they were admissions of guilt to a heinous crime. "I hated them both for what they had done to my father and myself, and in time I learned to kill them both." She flexed her free hand, looking down at it with revulsion. "But Kampf was still there, terrorizing us, hounding us, looking to end us the first chance he got..."

"Shyvana..." Jarvan said quietly.

"He hunted us like dogs." Shyvana spat, angrily. "And in the end he killed my father and he left me to mourn, waiting, watching me suffer till he returned to kill me, end me, like nothing more than a ver-..."

"Shyvana!" Jarvan practically shouted. He stopped, pulling her about, looking down at her. She blinked, as if she were surprised he would raise his voice. "Enough..." He said softly, cupping her cheek. She blinked a few times, surprised. A tear ran down her cheek, and Jarvan wiped it away with his thumb. "It's all history now. I know you still resent dragons and human-kind alike and while I can't return your father to you..." He paused, looking regretful. He shook his head, putting on a brave smile. "I can offer you one thing you've never know before. I want to give you a home. In Demacia... with me."

Shyvana buried her face in Jarvan's cloak as she wrapped her arms around him. Jarvan chuckled softly as he set his hand upon her head, stroking her hair gently.

Shyvana sniffed, brushing more tears away. "I'm sorry..." She said softly. "You shouldn't see a dragon cry like this."

"its fine, love." Jarvan said softly, looking up at the sky. Shyvana tightened her grip around him and then let her arms fall away. She slid her hand back into his, putting on a brave smile, her eyes still red from the tears.

"Shall we continue on?" Shyvana asked, looking up at him.

Jarvan simply nodded, smiling at her as he turned back to the street.

Shyvana was humming the same tune as she had earlier, and though she still seemed sad, it was almost as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

…

"Is that everything?" Shyvana asked, looking around the writhing marketplace. Jarvan had a heavy bag tossed over his shoulder, and carried his lance across his back, using some rope he had purchased to fashion a sling that he used to strap the lance over his shoulder.

"Let's see..." Jarvan smurmured, ducking out of the rain under the awning of a tavern. He set the heavy canvas bag down on his boot, trying to keep from setting it down in the puddles that littered the street. "Food, medical supplies, basic camping and cooking gear, two packs..." He paused, thinking. "Pretty much everything we could need."

"Now what?" Shyvana asked, looking up at the sky. "It's going to be difficult to find Kampf without a tracker." Shyvana frowned. Bitter memories of the words the young Demacian tracker had left her with came to mind.

"I was asking around about taverns or restaurants that rangers and trackers tend to frequent." Jarvan said, cinching the bag closed again. "There's a small tavern just outside the city called 'The Boar's Head'. We can start by asking about any of the signs of dragon attacks or a trail there. We might even find a tracker we can hire while we're there."

"That's a start, I guess." Shyvana said, looking bitter. "The sooner he's dead the better."

"I know how you feel." Jarvan shivered. "Come on." Jarvan pulled his hood lower and grabbed her hand, setting off at a brisk pace, taking her by surprise.

"Jarvan?" Shyvana hissed as he pulled her along, nearly knocking an old man over.

"Don't look, but there's a guard's platoon making a sweep just behind us." Jarvan frowned. "As soon as we're out of this city I'll be able to walk without having to always have to keep looking over my shoulder." Shyvana looked over her shoulder and sucked in a breath, watching as a platoon of guards slowly swept up the street, comparing faces to two pictures on a piece of paper. Each soldier had one, and though Shyvana couldn't see what was on the paper, she suspected it was a picture of herself and the prince.

Jarvan drew her through the market, moving quickly, winding between stalls, trying to make his way around the patrol without running into it. The patrol didn't enter the market, continuing down the road towards the gates. Jarvan and Shyvana followed at a distance, keeping a wide margin between the Noxian Guardsmen and themselves.

"Crap." Jarvan muttered as the guardsmen took up posts around the gate. They began screening people as they left the city, checking everyone who was trying to gain entrance to the city and exit the city. He turned and immediately grimaced, his hand raising toward the lance he carried upon his back.

"What is it?" Shyvana whispered. She could sense that Jarvan had become tense, and she could tell something was wrong. She couldn't see over the people along the street, but something Jarvan had seen obviously was bothering him.

"More guards." Jarvan whispered back with a frown. He glanced around, and then grabbed Shyvana's hand. "Come on, in here." He ducked through a doorway, and into a small bakery. He paused at the door as the guards passed, reinforcing the patrol that was already manning the gate.

"Welcome to Sinful Succulence." Someone said from behind the counter. "How can we serve you?" Jarvan blinked as he looked over his shoulder, the scent of the baked good getting to him. He blinked a few times, the sweet scent heavy in the air.

"My wife and I were just passing by and could smell the sweets." Jarvan said, putting his hand on Shyvana's shoulder.

"Please, take you time to look about!" The clerk said with a big smile. Jarvan nodded his thanks, smiling at the clerk and then steering Shyvana towards the counter, where a glass display case showcased the bakery's cakes and pastries. The sweet aromas and the smell of wood smoke was enticing enough, but Jarvan leaned over Shyvana, his hand still upon her shoulder as he looked through the display case.

"That was too close." Jarvan whispered with a sigh as he pretended to look over the baked goods.

"I didn't even see them coming." Shyvana said, giggling. She sniffed the air, and sighed. "That smells lovely." Jarvan looked up as a woman in a long skirt wandered out of the back of the bakery, a tray of cookies in her oven mitt clad hands. She wore a sour expression, but that wasn't what caught his attention. Jarvan blinked a few times as he stood up straighter. The woman had bony spines extending from her back, as if she had wings that had been shredded long ago and never grew back. Her skin was lavender in hue, and her ears were long and pointed. He shook his head, looking away as she glanced at him.

"Arya, head down to the docks and see if my shipment of sugar is in." The demonic angel said, looking away from him and to the clerk. "Do not dally!" She called after the clerk as she bowed and bac\ked out of the room, hanging her apron on the wall. The woman watched her go, and made a clicking sound as she watched her exit the shop, setting the sheet of cookies down upon the table that sat behind the counter.

"Are you the owner?" Jarvan asked, eyeing her colorful outfit, flour and other ingredients covering her hands and apron. She set about washing the flour from her hands, the oven mitts she wore hanging at her waist.

"I am." She said proudly. "My name is Morgana, and this is the best bakery in the city." She dried her hands on a cloth that hung on one of her apron strings that ran around her back. She held her hand out, and Jarvan shook it gently. Shyvana bowed, as the woman's gaze lingered on Jarvan's gauntlet.

"I'm sure." Jarvan said, noticing her gaze, and hiding his gauntlet back under his cloak. "Everything smells and looks delicious."

"It could be done better." Morgana said, looking down her nose at Jarvan. "I don't have the time to bake everything myself and the hired help isn't what it used to be." She shrugged slightly. "It doesn't help that import tariffs are on the rise." She frowned as she turned and looked back to her kitchen. "Damned Demacians are pressing their borders on the sea and trade is suffering." Jarvan shared a knowing glance with Shyvana.

It's time to go.

Shyvana nodded, matching his gaze. "I'd like two of these, please." The dragoness said, gesturing towards a round, tan and brown looking confection that sat in the cabinet.

"Of course, of course." Morgana said, "I didn't mean to shoulder my troubles off onto two travelers such as yourselves." Jarvan smiled politely, surprised that Shyvana was purchasing something. He watched warily as the woman bagged the sugary confections and gave Shyvana her change. "Please, come again."

"We will." Shyvana said, smiling politely. "Come on, dear." She took Jarvan by the hand and led him to the door. As soon as the door had closed behind them, Jarvan breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was... different." The prince murmured, shaking his head. He had met some strange individuals before, but she was definitely one of the more interesting persons. She had been decidedly non-human, but Jarvan didn't recognize her as a member of any of the different, more exotic races that occupied Valoran. He paused as Shyvana handed him one of the large chocolate chip cookies, licking her lips as she did. "What possessed you to buy these?" He asked, sniffing the cookie.

"My nose." Shyvana responded, grinning back at him. "Besides, she would have thought it weird if we hadn't bought anything, right?" Jarvan blinked a few times, the thought dawning on him.

"I... I hadn't even thought about that." Jarvan shook his head. He reconsidered the dragoness and just how fast she learned. She was incredibly sharp, and he had yet to meet anyone she gave anything up to when it came to appearances. He shook his head as he bit into the cookie, chewing thoughtfully.

"This is delicious." Shyvana murmured, closing her eyes as she chewed slowly. "What is this witchcraft?"

"This?" Jarvan blinked. "It's just a chocolate chip cookie." He looked down at the cookie. While good, there wasn't anything special about the cookie.

"It's exquisite!" Shyvana practically moaned, scarfing down the rest of the cookie. She licked her fingers and looked back at Jarvan, who had only taken a single bite out of his. He took another bite out of the cookie, and watched as her excitement drained from her face, and she slumped her shoulders. He chuckled through a mouth full of crumbs, and shook his head.

"Here." Jarvan offered, handing the cookie to her, her face lighting up as if she were a kid waking up on their birthday. She took the cookie as if it were a gift of great value, looking up at Jarvan with big eyes, a smile on her face. She then proceeded to devour the cookie as if her life depended on it. She let a happy sigh escape as she swallowed the last crumbs, a content look on her face as she rubbed her belly happily.

"That... that was amazing." Shyvana whispered reverently, breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Do dragons really like chocolate chip cookies that much?" Jarvan laughed, grinning at her.

"This one does." Shyvana said, grabbing his arm and lacing her fingers through his. She squeezed his hand and leaned against him, sighing contently as the rain came down around them.

I suppose this is what normal couples do... He looked up towards the sky, a smile upon his face. I think I could get used to this.