Brynjolf had just gathered the courage to speak to her. He had his mind set and his steps in motion when someone had beat him to it.

" Miss Kyra is that you? Will you dance with me?"

Kyra looked down to find Lucia standing, gently tugging on her skirts. Kyra smiled and nodded.
" Of course I will."
Lucia cheered and quickly dragged her into the circle where people were dancing. Krya had to bend over to reach slightly Lucia's grasp but it didn't seem to bother her. Kyra smiled as she reached out to let her spin then brought her back in. Lucia let out a laugh as they made their own steps. Everyone's worries really were swept away.

Lucia suddenly felt a soft tap on her shoulder and turned around. Brynjolf knelt down to her height with one arm behind his back and the other resting on his knee. She gasped at the sight of him. Kyra couldn't blame her, she too had let out a gasp herself.

" Are you a prince?" Lucia gasped. Brynjolf let out a small chuckle.

" No not a prince." He corrected. " However, I was wanting to ask if I may have your permission to dance with this lady by your side."

His eyes flickered up to Kyra's as he talked. What in the world was he doing?
Lucia's eyes sparkled as she cheered.

" Oh, but before you leave. Do you see that lady over there?" He asked. Lucia nodded. " She has a flower waiting for you. You can pick out what ever kind you'd like."
" May I pick one out for Miss Kyra too?"
" Of course."

Lucia tugged him down and whispered in his ear. Kyra watched Brynjolf listen intently the nod.

" I think so too."

Then she ran off. Kyra watched him rise and dust himself off. Suddenly she found her heart starting to flutter just at the sight of him. He was handsome, no, beautiful. He was absolutely . . . beautiful.

" So you found me after all." She teased. He flashed her a crooked smile.
" You can't hide from me last. You know you can't resist me." He spoke as he gave a small bow as she rolled her eyes. " May I have this dance?"

She placed her hand into his and wordlessly nodded. Before they knew it they were twirling, falling into beat.

" I have to admit, you look rather handsome tonight." She started. Handsome wasn't even close.

" And you look. . . " He paused and looked down at her. Kyra looked up at him with her eyes full of hope. The act nearly made his blood boil. " breath taking. Absolutely breath taking."

Kyra's cheeks reddened and her eyes suddenly fell, unable to look at him in the eye. That was the last thing she expected him to say.

He extended his arm and gave her a small swirl. Her skirts twirled and her hair spun, giving her an almost angelic look about her. Then she came back in gracefully.

" Just like when you first joined." He smiled.

" Only we aren't suppose to be training now."

He let out a brief laugh. " That's true lass. That and the fact you're even more in love with me now."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't resist the curve of her lips. " I wasn't and still aren't in love with you."
He pressed his hand harder into her back to bring her closer. " Ah that's what they always say."

" How do I no know that this whole trip was a chance for you to try to convince me?" She smirked. They were so close that he could feel every curve of her body. He could nearly taste the sweetness of her lips.

" Because if I was trying then it wouldn't be fair to you. You'd fall for me too easily, too quickly for your own good."
" Is that so? I dare you to try then Nord."

There it was again. That devilish look in her eye that nearly made him want to sweep her off and kiss her against a wall. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that there were so many people around he would have then and there. But perhaps it was for his own good as well.
" I can't now."

" Why is that?"
" Because if I tried you wouldn't be able to make it back to your house."
" Are you sure you aren't talking about yourself?" She shot back. In fact she was right. He wasn't sure at all.

Then the song came to an end and they both exchanged a bow and curtsy. As she rose Kyra found Brynjolf standing with his arm out. She eyed it for a moment then laced her arm with his and allowed herself to be led away.

Brynjolf led her through the stalls, weaving in and out of each one. Both were happy to be out enjoying themselves. Now that the job was completed the guild would be back on top. It was time for the to celebrate.

Both had a hard time what foods to eat and when they did, which to eat first. It hadn't been long until their stomachs were full. So then they moved on to stores, both buying their own trinkets as they went. Soon they had circled back around to the necklace he had first spotted her at. While she had been occupied with a performance Byrnjolf snuck inside. Luckily the owner had remembered which one in particular she had been looking at and quickly bought it without her noticing.

" Oh where did you go?" Kyra asked once he returned.

" The fellow I was talking to earlier asked me about the carriage rides."
" Wagon rides?"
Brynjolf could have sworn he had seen a sparkle dash across her eyes. As if she were Lucia. He couldn't help but smile. Kyra had never shown interest in things like how she had tonight. It made him realize that even tough girls like her enjoy their pampering as well.

" Would you like to go on one lass?" He asked gently. Kyra suddenly became embarrassed but pushed it aside.
" Yes, I would."

" Then I shall grant my lass's wish." He held his arm out to her one last time and escorted her away.

" Why are you being so nice tonight? Did you do something?" Kyra asked as they sat in the carriage.
" I can't do something nice for a fellow teammate?"

She looked up at him. " I'll tell you what I told you the first time. I don't see you asking Sapphire."

He gave a shrug. " You're an exception."
Kyra just couldn't take his words. There was something about them that seemed so different. But what? Or perhaps it had been her who was changing.
The carriage suddenly changed course from the one head and diverted to the side. Kyra looked around in confusion.
" I had the driver take us on a more private path, away from the party."
Kyra let out a shiver.

" Are you cold?"

" A little."

" Here." She jumped from the sound of his voice right next to his ear. " They gave us furs to stay warm."

She helped him unfold it and place it across both of their laps. Yet it just still didn't seem to be enough. She brought her knees to her chest, gently leaning into him as the carriage hit a bump in the rode. Brynjolf's arm wrapped around her and held her close.
" It's alright. I've got you."

Kyra let out another shiver. Only this time not from the cold.

They spent some time like that, starring up at the night sky. Colors lit it up beautifully, making something that neither one could ever forget. Something they could never get tired of.

" It's so beautiful." She mumbled. Brynjolf stole a glance down at her. Both had taken their masks off. Now he was finally able to get a good look at her.
" Yea, it is."

Kyra didn't seem to notice him looking so he turned his attention back to the sky so he wouldn't get caught. The feeling of him running his thumb softly along her arm became comforting, nearly putting her to sleep when he spoke.
" Close your eyes."

Kyra furred her brows together.
" What? Why?"

" Just do it."
She gave him one last wary look ( which was also a warning for him not to try anything risky) and closed her eyes. Brynjolf fished for her necklace and pulled it from his pocket. It took him a moment to undo the clasp when he finally got it. Kyra's curiosity spiked as she felt something settle above her chest. Brynjolf finally managed to clip it closed and let it fall.
" There you go."

Kyra opened her eyes and gasped as she looked down at the piece of art.

" Brynjolf I can't-"
" You've been working so hard. You deserve it."
" But when did you-"
" I'm a thief remember?"
She surrendered and looked back down at it. The pearl sitting beautifully in her palm with two emeralds beside it.

" Thank you."

" Aye, anything for you lass. It the least I can do."

" I got something for you too. But you have to wait until we are home."
" Seems fair." He casually rested his arm behind her, on the edge of the seat. " I have to ask why that necklace lass?"
She let out a light laugh. " You'll make fun of me." She started as she looked down at it. He waited patiently without saying a word. Then she finally caved in.

" It was the emeralds that I loved. They reminded me of your eyes."

Brynjolf sat shocked. But he couldn't resist what he did next.

In one swift movement he reached down and cupped her chin, tilting it back. Then he stole a kiss.

Kyra felt her head spin as his lips worked at hers. It was as if he was stealing the breath right out of her. Then he pulled back to his demise. They both looked at each other. Perhaps for some sort of answer or clarity. Brynjolf wasn't sure on much but he was sure on one thing. The strength he had on his control just went from a little to barely nothing at all. And when it broke there was no going back.