Just as Savilla revealed herself to us, Serji's father came out of the blacksmith shop, rubbing a towel across his brow. He took a gander with his lazy, old eyes across the commons area, stopping at each of us and looking us down. He cleared his throat as we all turn towards him. He rubbed his bearded chin and his thick mustache before speaking.

"I got a job for you five, including Rentilus when he returns later today, I'll let you all know what it is when he gets back." He turned and reentered the blacksmith shop, not waiting for questions. That's what Serji's father was like, when he thought of a good idea, no questions needed to be asked. Not that we didn't have a problem with it sometimes.

"Wwhat do you think it's going to be...Sserji?" implored Va'shee.

"Hell if I know. Probably wants us to go to town or somethin."

"Bbbbbboooorrrring!" Savilla said.

I shrugged. I didn't mind it much. I liked seeing new places and talking to new people.

"I wonder when we're leaving?" I aksed.

"Probably a little after Rent gets back." Serji said.

We milled around a little while afterwards, my job was done: Fish caught? Check! Fish delivered to the cat? Check! I took a few quick glances at Savilla to see if she was onto us from earlier, but it seemed not. As I said, I couldn't deny the feeling that I was in love with her, but just maybe...

"Well," I said after a few minutes, "I'm heading home for a bit. See you guys at lunch!"

"I'll come with you-because my home's on the way." Savilla quickly interjected.

I gulped. Be careful, Savilla.

The other two wisely remained quiet.

Turns out Savilla decided to walk with me to my home where she would split down the road back to the farm. The trees rustled gently in the cool morning breeze on the tan dirt pathway to my cottage, and the birds chirped a medley of musical tones as washing waves quietly lapped at the shore so near and dear to our hearts. Yet I was a clunky Crow, In a Blue Jay's serene mind, picking at the strings of love with an ever so slight and cautious demeanor no Hummingbird would dare challenge. Was I in love? Of course. The Blue Jay was ready to give it's life to the crow without quarrels and regrets but the crow itself wasn't sure it was going to be able to return the favor.

We walked side by side in the morning sun, not speaking, not looking, but yearning. Yearning for someone to make a move, to push the envelope, to sound the horns of battle...

To orchestrate a tune with the voices of the birds.

Suddenly the birds stopped chirping. The only sound was that of the breeze and the lapping waves growing ever so close and the creaking of the waterlogged wood of the home of the Veiled Fisherman. We stopped and faced each other, the fiery blazes of our kilns rising eve higher, waiting...yearning more.

I croaked out an unintelligible word and could only hold my mouth open like a dilapidated hound as I stare into her eyes...those deep, blue seas of emotion. She grew red in the face, like a herring in the cold winters, and nodded quickly and turned, drew a breath, then whipped around so suddenly it took me off guard.

We stood there in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity, letting the intangible flows of understanding and empathy hold us together, no speaking, no looking. Two secret lovers that could stand the yearning neigh. The flows ebbed, and our bodies separated. There was new look in her eyes that filled me with determination, the determination to keep it alive in the shadows, the hopes that our love is not misplaced in once another, the wishful thinking that we find no other who can fill the void as much as the other. The The ambitiousness.

She backed away from me and bid me goodbye for now.

"Adieu." I replied, closing the meeting.

I entered by home through the back kitchen area door, shaking off the immediate, qualitative effects of the encounter. I sighed as I bent down and took off my leather boots, setting them in the sun to dry, my fishing pole leaning on the door frame of that very door, and the ancient shielding ring of anti-fish on the counter of the kitchen top. The ring was also handed down through generation to generation, ending with me. I sat down on our couch and exhaled.

It was time to get back to business.

I figured I could sell the fish in town for a small fortune, seeing as how catfish and bass go for a good sum of money in Leyawiinn. I stared up at the thatch ceiling of my bungalow and thought of all the work I've done to keep this home in good shape, and in my name. I purposely don't allow people in my home except my friends because I don't want them to know...

Know that I'm the only Eolus left in Tamriel.