A/N; Eek, so I'm being a big procrastinator. So, haha. xD This chapter might be a little rushed, so mistakes are very possible… try to look them over, or, actually… scratch that. x3 Feel free to point them out, as critiquing is always valuable.

There have been a few of you saying that there are a few random flaws in my thing, such as Arya not being acquainted with Faolin until much later… Well, uh, haha. xP Thanks for picking that up for me, although I'm not sure I'm going to change it. ^^;

If anyone of you picked up that in the last chapter, the scene toward the end between Faolin and Arya was like in Peter Pan between Peter and Wendy… well, haha, that's actually where I got my inspiration. Just thought you'd like a little fun fact. 8D

Anyway, read on! ^^

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The moments from the point in which Arya resolved to never let her emotions get the better part of her passed at irregular intervals, sometimes speeding up in to a blur, sometimes going so slow that she longed to scream in order to end her prolonged suffering. Although she and Faolin still remained companions, as neither of them wished to explain to the other elves what had commenced between them should they have stopped being friends, it was quite obvious that they weren't as close as before. The other elves simply took it as a sign of growing up; in their minds, the two would be clinging to each other soon, at most, twenty years—give or take a decade.

As they both aged, their personalities differed in wide ranges, especially in Arya's case. While Faolin simply grew more mature and gained a better sense of common sense, Arya turned in to someone who rarely displayed a sign of emotion. Smiles were rare for her, as was the sound of her laugh. She demonstrated of great wit and intelligence many times, but this somewhat worried the elves to a certain extent—where had their smiling, laughing princess gone?

Faolin himself also noticed these changes, although he didn't pursue any inquiries about them, for fear of igniting Arya's feelings once more. Every single time his thoughts strayed to that moment—which wasn't often, as he tried to forget it—he would wince and push it out of his mind.

He wasn't exactly quite sure why he had reacted so to Arya's words. Faolin wasn't exactly the type to go back and reexamine his actions and what he was thinking at the time, but now was the exception. Furrowing his brow, he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, with his arm propped up on his elbow against a burnished oak table seated in the midst of a relatively cozily built tree house. These weren't exactly his quarters; they were simply a place where Faolin knew he could find sanctuary when he needed to think over matters.

I guess I don't really like to think deeply about things like this. He tilted his head to the side, considering this thought for a few moments. Suddenly, he threw his head completely back, opened his mouth, and roared with laughter. When he finally quieted down, he shook his head sadly, stood up, and left the building, not exactly sure what had simply overcome him.

Feeling as if something inside of him had been released, Faolin proceeded in wandering about Du Weldenvarden, deciding to himself that he would spend the rest of the day in leisure, as there wasn't much else for him to do. He wasn't particularly sure where Arya had gotten herself off to—she was probably off thinking or daydreaming or doing whatever she did now.

"Faolin." The voice was voiced in a subtle tone, though it had a sense of firmness in it that didn't allow Faolin to ignore it. Turning around, he twisted his hand in the motion of a greeting as he faced Arya. This gesture, although meant as a sign of respect, brought a slight downcast look on to her face. Indeed, she was a princess, and receiving signs of respect like this were not uncommon—but they were uncommon coming from Faolin. What stung her even more was how he addressed her.

"Princess," he murmured, "how do you fare on this lovely day?"

Though his words were pleasant, Arya sensed that there was some type of bitter formality in what he said. It was at this moment that Arya dropped all the thoughts of requesting something from Faolin—no, instead, she dropped to one knee, making everything up as she went along.

"Faolin," she began, keeping her eyes trained on the ground, as she didn't want to meet his gaze. "Faolin—I know that some things that I have said were unexpected, and that they made you feel queer…" Arya paused here, quickly running through a list of words and phrases in order to come up with something else to say. "I believe that I acted simply based on impulse, and I know that I was foolish."

Faolin stared intently at Arya's form, hesitant in what he should respond. Before he could, however, she interrupted.

"Oh, Faolin, do you not understand?" she asked, tearing her gaze from the ground and meeting his gray eyes with her forest green ones that seemed, to him, hungry for someone to understand their depths. "It has been hard for me to live with you on these terms of formal politeness. I cry your pardon, and long for us to be back to the way we were before."

The male elf raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner and raised his right hand. For a split second, Arya thought that he was going to hit her—but no, he did quite the opposite. Placing this hand on her shoulder, Faolin used the other hand to lift Arya's chin. His touch was cool on her skin, a comfortable temperature. "Arya Svit-kona," he began, his tone kind. "I believe that you are not the only one at fault here. I am of the contemplation that I have a fair share of blame here—my actions were also ones of impulse." Faolin faltered here, then continued on. "And now, Arya, I am of the belief that I, personally, am tired of talking in such formal terms. Join me on a ride?" A grin spread across his face as he reached out a hand in order to help her up.

A smile alighted Arya's face as she accepted his hand.

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AHHHHH.

GOD.

THAT WAS A SHORT CHAPTER.

-fumes-

Haha, so much for my 2000 words per day quota.

x)

Not happening any time soon, eh?

Well, actually… I have Thursday off, so I'm going to procrastinate all the work that I don't finish today for then! So, you can probably expect like… a super duper long, pointless chapter from me on Thursday.

SO.

YEAH.

;D