"Well she certainly did get right to the point." Whispered Gaius, and Merlin nodded absent mindedly. I peered through a crack in the door of Merlin's Room; which was now mine. I felt sheepish about being so snoopy, but I couldn't help it! I had been told about this man since I was young, and now he was talking about me and I really did want to know what he said, though later I would never admit it.

"She has magic Gaius," Merlin pointed out obviously, "But I have never felt anything like it before…. It was like; as soon as she touched me she knew everything about me. I mean everything…maybe even about Freya." Merlin's voice cracked when he said the name, and he looked up and blinked his eyes dry.

Gaius looked like he was pondering this, his eye brow rising almost subconsciously. Merlin swallowed nervously. "What if…what if she isn't safe? What if she is a spy of Morgana, or, or…?"

"Merlin," Gaius put his hand on the warlocks shoulder, "You never assume the worst of people, why now?"

Merlin didn't say anything for a long time, his blue eyes grew distant. Then he spoke suddenly, "I just want to protect my heart from possibly loosing another friend. I know she could never be evil. I felt her soul when we shook hands," he looked back to Gaius, "And besides, she called me Emris. No one knows me by that name that is an enemy." Gaius nodded.

I stepped back from the door, my dark brown hair falling over my shoulders in curls as I turned to the bed. My hazel eyes flashed gold and the window creaked open, "Fléoge!" I whispered, and with another flash of my eyes my feet were lifted off the ground, and I gently floated to the window, and gracefully perched on the sill with my legs dangling sideways outside. The breeze that was let in by the window caused the skirt of my tan night dress to billow out around me. I brought up one leg onto the sill for stability and tucked in the skirt around it. The breeze was gentle and my candles stayed lit, giving a warm glow to the room and casting shadows on the wall. For at least twenty minutes I sat there, gazing out at the night sky, letting my mind run blank. I didn't want to think about everything that was to come; in time…I didn't want to think about Merlin as anything more than a friend right now.

If I let myself do that I would begin to fall for him. I didn't want to fall for him, he was supposed to fall in love with me, that's how the druids said it would start…but now that I think about it, it was foolish of me to think that I wouldn't have any attraction to him…. But then I didn't think that, I just thought it wouldn't be so, so soon.

I had thought it would be like any of the other times I have met young men, casual, blown to the side like a leaf in the wind; but this was different, seeing his soul had stirred something up in me too, emotion from a previously dead heart. Just then there was a knock on my door. "Onlúcan dor wilcuma." The door swings open, and Merlin is there.

His eyes widen, and he gasps; rushing over to me he grabs me about the waist, and swings me up into his arms, swiftly pulling me out of the window and setting me over onto the bed. His eyes flash gold and the window slams shut. He lets out a sigh of relief and the tension leaves him. His eyes are still simmering with the immediate fear of seeing me sitting in the sill. I let out a gasp too, he had taken me out of the window so fast I hadn't even had time to breath.

"Are you ok?" he managed to ask.

"Yes, fine." I said still settling.

His eyes take a look of confused concern and he asks, "What were you doing in the window sill?"

"Taking in the view."

"You could have fallen to your death."

"You underestimate me."

He grimaced. The shutters on the window slamming closed had blown out all but one candle. "Bryne!" Merlin whispered. The candles jumped back to life. Seeing my woolen shawl I had unpacked resting on the corner of a chair he picked it up and came back over to me, "May I?" he asked. I nodded, expecting him to just hand it to me. Instead he tenderly wrapped it around my shoulders and sat down next to me. I cocooned myself in the shawl, not realizing how chilly it had suddenly gotten when the candles went out.

"You really scared me there." He said.

"Sorry." I giggled.

He smiled, "It's alright, I'm sure you…" He was cut off midsentence by another urgent knock on the door. Merlin Got up to let Gaius in.

"I heard a noise." He said, worried.

"She was sitting in the windowsill, I thought she was going to fall, so I grabbed her out of it to protect her and shut the window." Merlin explained.

"In the windowsill?"

Merlin nodded pointedly.

I rolled my eyes at the both of them and stood up, letting my shawl fall on the bed. "Fléoge!" My feet rose off the ground and I was hovering in midair. I crossed my arms over my chest, "As you can see I would have been fine if anything of the sort had happened." I was sure I looked as smug as could be, but it was just too funny seeing their staggered faces. I set myself down again.

"Wow." said Merlin, he smiled and a new light came into his eyes, "You're right, I did underestimate you."