A/N: Okay, I know that I haven't updated in almost two months, and I'm very sorry about that, but I have been really busy, and a bit lazy. That, and I had to rewrite most of them, since they were really, really bad…but, I'll try to get the next set done very soon, but, for now, enjoy this set! And don't forget to review!

Water

Rosto had a problem with large bodies of water. He rarely, if ever, went swimming when he was close to a lake, river, or the ocean. That is, until Beka dragged him into the Olorun with her when she fell in. After that, he couldn't say that he liked it, but he wasn't nearly as reluctant to go swimming with her anymore.

Fire

Every time Beka walked into the Dove while the Court of the Rogue was being held, her eyes were drawn to the throne. She couldn't help sneaking peaks at the King of the Rogue. The way he looked in the light of the fire was startling, whether he was being the Piper or the Rogue. Handsome as the sunrise, even by firelight. Especially by firelight.

Earth

Beka was the one to bring him back to earth when he had his head in the clouds, thinking about his newest plan. Whether it was for his Court, or to surprise her, he somehow found himself distracted at one of the crucial planning points. At least, he thought, it's a good kind of distracted…

Air

Beka was not like any other mot Rosto had ever been with. It wasn't only things like her shyness or her Gift; it was more because of her lawfulness. She was a Dog, who held up the law, and yet, she loved him, and was willing to accept him for the person he was, instead of just for his power or looks (though, she would admit that he was handsome). She was just different from any of the others. For him, that was like a breath of fresh air – it was better than anything else in his world.

Spirit

For years after his sudden – and tragic – death, Beka would sometimes feel as if she had a guardian angel watching over her. There were instances when she could almost feel him there with her – whisper soft touch she felt on her cheek when no one was around, the melody of pipes on the breeze when the wind did not blow. The part that really made her think that was the quiet voice in her ear that whispered 'I love you' when she was alone. Every once in a while, she would think she saw his standing there, wearing his most roguish smile, watching her and waiting. That alone was enough to make her happy. It was all she needed.

Breakfast

It had long since been a tradition to gather in Beka's room for breakfast by the time Rosto had started construction on his inn. For a while, they had watched the two as they ate, wondering what was going on between the Rogue and his Terrier. Then there was the day that they were all kicked out. From then on, they ate breakfast downstairs.

Lunch

When she was sick in bed with a cold and a fever, she couldn't help but notice that Rosto stopped by frequently to see her, despite the fact that it was a long way out of his way to do so. He was even thoughtful enough to bring her a bowl of soup when she was starting to get hungry. She checked outside her door that night to find him sleeping out there. He was far too thoughtful.

Dinner

Beka had been extremely surprise to walk into the boarding house several weeks after that to find a candlelight dinner for two awaiting her. Rosto appeared out of the shadows a moment later. She couldn't help but grin at him. How he had managed to know that she hadn't had dinner yet astounded her, but then, he was Rosto, after all.

Food

Every word he said that night was food for thought, whether it really was something that had a hidden meaning or not. Beka couldn't help but wonder what had made him do that for her. One look at his face told her all she needed to know, when she caught him watching her with a look of unmatched caring.

Drink

When Rosto finally won her over, all he could do was drink in the moment, the sweetness of the kiss, the feel of her touch on his skin. It all felt right, unlike anything else he had ever felt. He really did love her.

Posted 8/29/08