Kyra continued to steal sidelong glances toward Colin as the two hiked up toward the peak of Stonetalon, the sun burning orange along the mountain's ridges as it began to set. While Colin noticed her doing this, he couldn't help but try and keep a straight face as if he were oblivious, loving how confused she was as she did her best to sneak a look at his rather spiffy clothing. It wasn't so much formal, like the two's night in Stormwind so long ago, but it certainly was the type of dress one wears for special occasions.

Still confused, and curiosity building to a boil, Kyra finally asked, unsurely, "We are just looking at stars, right?"

"Yep. Why?" Colin asked, feigning obliviousness.

Kyra's face contorted in thought, "Well, I mean, you're all dressed up. You told me to wear something a bit more…elegant. You are still aware that, the last time we did this, it had rained the night before and we were practically laying in mud, correct?"

"Oh?" Colin replied, still playing lost, though it only earned him a now-concerned look from his beloved as she examined his face.

She drew her eyes narrow, "All this stuff…it hasn't ruined anything, has it? Like anything with your memories? Delusions of grandeur, maybe?"

Colin grinned, finally turning toward her, "If I'm still in love with you, would it matter what my state of mind, otherwise, is?"

Frowning, Kyra looked away, "I mean, I guess not. I do like to think I'm spending forever with somebody, at least slightly, normal…"

"Okay," Colin began, chuckling, "You do realize, after all we've been through, I'm sort of the opposite of normal, right? I mean, I'm immortal now, for one thing. Elune thought it proper for me to bring your father back from death by my hand. I mean, I'm pretty out there, now."

Kyra shrugged, her face turning blank as she spoke plainly, "The only truly strange thing about you, really, is that you still choose to stay with me despite having met my family. repeatedly."

Slowly turning his head back toward her, "Choose?"

She shrugged, "I mean, that's what being a couple means, right? Choosing to be with a certain person, or if you're only of those Sin'dorei who chooses multiple people... Why? Did you think it was something different?"

"Well, no, but…" Colin trailed off, his face showing off his being deep in thought.

Kyra watched him for a moment, concerned, before looking down at her sundress, smiling, "Thanks for having me get into this. For someone so…I guess, brusque, sometimes, I do enjoy looking pretty like this sometimes. I usually think of my body as just a vessel to clear hurdles or perform general athletics; I almost forget I have curves and edges unless I'm in one of these, or when you're…"

In another blushing moment, Kyra cleared her throat while turning away, almost pretending as if she'd completed her thought when she hadn't. She'd finished it in her mind, and she'd said enough for Colin to have to use little imagination to do so himself, though he only smiled, deciding not to tease her on their way up the mountain.

"When you're being quite 'hands-on', as it were," she finished.

Colin stopped for a moment to lower his two bags to the ground as he readjusted his grip, smiling devilishly, "You still aren't used to that kind of stuff enough to not blush?"

Kyra wore a puzzled half-frown, stopping to think for a moment as she waited for him to begin again, "I think I prefer it that way. I don't know; I like it not being routine. I love when I look over my shoulder and find you staring at me, and how much that affects me."

"Besides," she frowned, fully, "You're just going to keep finding ways to force me into it anyway."

Smirking rather proudly, Colin returned upright as the two began walking once again, "You should have a pretty good idea by now that I can't exactly help finding you so gorgeous."

Now eyeing him herself from over her shoulder, a rather seductive look, Kyra's lips twisted into a luscious swirl of a grin, "Knowing that you're still 'trying' after these two years- you know, trying to impress me, it only helps me find you more and more attractive."

Colin watched her, confused, giving her a look that told her to explain, "You know; just before I return home, how you hurry to a mirror to fix your hair or check your face of any blemishes so that I don't see."

Now it was his turn to blush, though instead of peering away, he merely shut his eyes solemnly, knowing there wasn't much he could do in hiding with both hands carrying bags, "T-That's…"

Kyra giggled, "Or when you're moving stuff in and out of storage and you always manage to pick up more stuff at a time when you know I'm around, just to show off to me. I keep telling you that you're cute; you always deny it, yet continue to demonstrate it more and more."

Colin sighed, trying his best to retain a stoic air about him despite the redness creeping across his face, "I suppose we'll just have to agree to disagree, my love."

Snickering childishly under her breath, Kyra gradually closed the gap between the two as they walked, skillfully tilting her head to the side to lean against his shoulder while her agile feet remained perfectly in step along Colin's side, "It makes me feel good, knowing that you feel like I deserve the effort."

A single, gentle chuckle accompanied Colin's soft smile, his eyes working to the side of him to peer over toward her, knowing full well that he wasn't nearly as adept enough to keep his own gait consistent while doing the same with his head. He simply kept his head down, watching the orange landscape begin his gradation toward the lush green of the peak, a sign of its history as a druidic outpost, further evidence by the moonwell that remained.

As if to remain attached to her roots, Kyra had periodically made trips up here to replace and cleanse the water, as all Sentinels knew well from their early days, cleaning barrow dens and moonwells in a ritualistic form of building character. Colin didn't always accompany her, as she assured him it was a difficult process to adhere to if you hadn't been under strict guidance for years upon years, and sure enough, the first time Colin had gone along, he was awed by Kyra's ability to clean crevices and portions of the moonwell he couldn't have even fathomed had existed.

Still, he would go on occasion, bringing his sketchbook along and drawing as Kyra dutifully paid her respects to Elune through her cleaning. While it was only legend, Kyra had heard at one point or another of the small settlement that had once rested here, which had held council long ago for, both, the Alliance and Horde at the climax of the Third War. Now, however, such legends were greater than the area they were about, the Cataclysm having decimated most of the life from this place, leaving only tales of ghostly tendrils and other oddities.

Kyra and Colin had yet to encounter any such ethereal beings, and on nights where the moon was new, the stars shone brilliantly above them, leaving them in awe and more than ready to return here every month to view the vastness of the wilderness only known to the great Pantheon.

Without thinking, Kyra had started timing her steps with Colin, though his strides were slightly longer than hers, leaving her winded as they approached the emerald peak of the mountain, forcing her to pull away as Colin dropped his packs, sighing in exhaustion as his hands took to his hips, "Well, do you want to check on the moonwell while I set up?"

Kyra nodded, dropping her own backpack beside the other two before making the slight distance to the moonwell, smiling softly as the ghostly vapors continued to arise from the spectral waters. She stopped at its edge, noting that everything was in its place, though she sat atop its stone boundary, gently lowering an open hand into its waters, waving it lazily, back and forth, watching the sloshing of the waters evaporate into more vapor, leaving her with a nostalgic smile. Such things were forbidden, and my night elf children, upon being told "no", would stifle giggles as they attempted to sneak a hand in. Kyra was no different, and now that she had, basically, her own personal moonwell, her smile grew into a cocky smirk, feeling as if she'd just knowingly disobeyed a superior.

Her head raised, peering across the tiny, green valley, now staring curiously at Colin, who'd just appeared from behind a large tree, as if trying to hide something. Her eyes lowered suspiciously as she took to her feet, starting back toward Colin as he began to unpack, throwing a large blanket across the ground to serve as a place to lay before once again reaching in to start pulling out small bits of food for the two to nibble on. He looked up at Kyra, his face turning to confusion as he recognized her curious glance, his lips simply grinning as if unable to even keep to himself whatever it was he was hiding.

"What's that smile?" Kyra asked, playfully, crossing her arms.

Colin shook his head, continuing to unpack atop the plush blanket, "That's for me to know, and for you to find out. Come on, just lay down and we'll start the stargazing; I even brought some snowplums."

Kyra frowned, still attempting to figure out what was going on, though she acquiesced, slowly making her way down toward her knees on her way to the ground. Colin happily smiled at her until he was content with her progress before he finished up unpacking, pulling out another blanket in case the cold chill of night were to swirl around. Then, he fell backward, staring up into the sky for a moment before rolling his head to the side, seeing Kyra still watching him with a critiquing stare.

"What?!" he asked, unable to hold back a laugh, "I can't just make a normal night a bit more special?"

Kyra turned her head back up toward the sky, concluding with a short, "Hmm."

Colin cocked a smirk, himself returning to the vastness of the heavens above. His hand slowly worked its way over the blanket, blindly coming against Kyra's hand with his forearm before adjust himself slightly to take her hand into his, her fingers entwining with his despite her displeased tone a moment ago. He smiled as his eyes traced the various trails of sky, staring off into infinity, just able to make out the curvature of the atmosphere above. The thought hadn't truly hit him until the day or two before; the thought that he'd be spending the rest of Kyra's time here at her side, making her smile, making her laugh.

Making her a bride…

His free hand slowly slipped into his pocket, doing everything he could to avoid and sort of suspicion on Kyra's part, his fingers running along the two rings that rested there. His thumb ran along the length of one of them, recognizing the tiny bits of amethyst that had been woven into the metal so expertly by Ovuun of all people, threaded along by the same vein of silverbark that had led Colin to truly fall in love with this woman, so long ago on that stormy night in Darkshore.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," Kyra answered, in just the same timber, without an ounce of hesitation.