Disclaimer: Yes, yes, I do not own The Dragon Prince. Or any dragons.

A/N: I think this would fit best, if it does, in the latter part of season 3 before they get to Storm Spire. Enjoy!

Laying on a tree branch, Rayla was fully relaxed and happy. Why wouldn't she be? She was back in Xadia, her magical home. A day's walking had left her pleasantly tired, but not exhausted. A stream was burbling nearby, accompanied by a quartet of viola-crickets. The night sky was free of clouds, full of stars, and the moon was in its full glory.

Ah, the moon.

Staring at the wonderful sight, Rayla was reminded of how much she loved the moon, more so when it was full. While this was only natural for a Moonshadow elf, the statement was wholly missing some deeper understanding. It was more than simply admiring its beauty or being bewildered by its paths and phases. For when she was bathing in the soothing glow of the moon, Rayla felt the most… Rayla.
Not to mention that being invisible was just plain fun.

With effortless grace, she leapt up into a crouch, letting the moonlight fill her being and wash away her from sight. She had no more time dilly-dallying; she had important work to do. There was, after all, another thing about the full moon Rayla loved. However, she had never been able to experience this joyous aspect before. This aspect was, of course, moon tag. Moonshadow elves could see each other when invisible, but only if they knew where to look. This led to a romantic tradition: Moonshadow couples would hide from each other in the forests and see who could tag the other the most with kisses and other kinds of affectionate touches.

Rayla had never had a boyfriend before, which left her listening to others laugh while they played, and she did neither. Now though, she did have a boyfriend! A silly smile stretched across her face as she tried not to squeal at the thought. She had a boyfriend!

"Focus, Rayla." She thought to herself. There was no time for fangirling. This was time for moon tag! She dropped from the branch, her feet barely brushing the other tree limbs on the way down. She landed amongst the leaves and grass with barely a whisper.

Perfect.

To make the game even more fun Callum, her boyfriend, was a human. This meant that he would never see her coming! Rayla was assured to be the moon tag champ! She would get to mess with him all night and there was nothing he could do about it.

Spying their campfire ahead; she saw her their baby dragon companion, Zym, on the side nearer to her and her target on the other. Rayla turned to walk wide around the little glade they had found. Moonshadow invisibility wasn't complete invisibility, and the inconstant nature of an open wood fire and the shadows it threw might be enough to reveal her. Her precaution was most likely unnecessary, Callum was busy sketching in his ever-present book. She could probably walk right up to him, Moonshadow powers off, not wearing a stitch, and he would probably not even look up from his charcoal pencil. Rayla felt her cheeks grow warm at that rather daring thought. Then she wondered if her blush was visible while the rest of her was invisible. Something to experiment with later, perhaps.

As she drew closer to her quarry, she noticed the look on her boyfriend's face. He was wearing his grumpy glow-toad impression that meant his brain was gnawing on something unpleasant. Again. Was he missing Ezran? Bait? Or his parents? She shook her head slightly to push away her own unpleasant familial memories. What Callum needed, Rayla decided, was a sneak-kiss to cheer up his gloomy butt!

The elf was almost there now, considering the best plan of attack. Should she peck him on the cheek and run away? Or glomp the boy and smother him with kisses. This was about when her curiosity got the best of her. His sketchbook was laid flat on his lap, no doubt trying to get the most out of the meager light from the fire. It was the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek at his work. She crept up to her boyfriend's left side and looked at what he was drawing. That was when her heart stopped.

He was drawing her!

Her and… Claudia.

Her boyfriend was drawing pictures of her with his ex-crush. Well, she hoped the dark witch was a former crush. Four fingered hands instinctively started moving towards her blades, missing their weight.

On top of the odd choice of subjects, there was something unusual about how he drew them. A few of the figures were the casual poses she had known him to always draw. The entire right page, however, had been devoted to a side profile of the two girls. The sketch looked more like when he was drawing a picture of a new, to him, Xadian flower or critter, than a drawing of people. Rayla narrowed her eyes when she noticed how Callum's side profile made the difference in the girls' bodies more apparent. In particular, the elf's eyes were drawn to the larger bust and butt on the human girl.

Was her boyfriend comparing her with that witch? The one who tried to kidnap him and his brother, and use a wee baby dragon in some twisted evil dark magic spell? Really? So, what if she had bigger boobs!

Rayla never thought of herself as one of those girly-girls who were obsessed with their clothes, hair, make up, and all that junk. She never primped and preened in front of a mirror in a vain attempt to impress a boy. Deadly assassins do not trouble themselves with such vanities, thank you very much. She was still a girl though. She liked to feel pretty and admired. And she expected her boyfriend to like her looks better than those of other girls. Wasn't that in the job description?

Rayla moved so her face was right in front of his. She put on her best assassin-y scowl and let the moonlight drain out her. At the sudden appearance of his girlfriend's face right next to him, Callum looked up. Then he gave a yelp, jumped up and clutched his sketchbook to his chest.

"Rayla!" He exclaimed, "I… ah… I didn't see you there."

"Obviously," she replied with the slightest hint of menace in her voice. "So, you like Claudia's tits better than mine, do you?"

"W… What are you talking about?" Callum asked, his face turning a bright red.

"That drawing. I saw it. You were comparing the two of us, weren't you?"

"Well, yes, but I…"

He stopped when he saw one of her hands reach behind her back towards one of her razor-sharp swords. Callum raised his hands defensively, his book falling to the forest floor. He swallowed hard and tried to speak again. "Not sexually! I mean, yes, I was comparing you two, not your boobs! Academically! Comparing elf and human anatomy, not you two specifically, you just happen to be two girls I know best. Not that I stare at you, all the time, in a creepy fashion. I think your boobs are great! And I mean that in a completely respectful non-creepy pervy manner."

Rayla studied the boy for a few moments, watching the sweat start to form on his brow, then crossed her arms under her chest. "Keep talking," she said.

His head and arms dropped. Callum sighed and said, "It's stupid. Something she said got stuck in my head."

Rayla raised a white eyebrow, "Claudia?"

Callum nodded.

"What did the bitchy witch say?" the elf growled.

He looked away, unable to meet her eyes. One hand rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ah, she kept talking about how different humans and elves were. You know, fingers, horns, ears…"

"Are you just figuring this out now? I believe you mentioned my beautiful pointy ears were on our first meeting." Rayla said with a smirk. She brushed a hand through her locks, highlighting one of the ears in question.

Though Callum still refused to look at her, she thought she could see his face turning a brighter red than she thought possible. He sighed, "She said that a relationship between a human and an elf would never work out because of the… differences…"

Rayla's brow furrowed in confusion. This conversation was not going at all how she expected. "So what? She thought we couldn't be together because I don't have any pinkos or whatever you call those damn things?"

Now she was positive that his face was cherry red. She would have thought it was adorable if they weren't in the middle of an awkward conversation. Or was it still an argument? Rayla wasn't sure anymore. Maybe it was somewhere in the middle.

Her boyfriend waved vaguely at her and then at himself, below the belt. "Claudia said we wouldn't fit together."

Rayla stared, the gears in her mind grinding as she tried to mill that statement into something comprehensible. Then her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open. She stepped back, put her hands on her hips in the universal image of an angry woman. Then she snarled, "Oh, I see. And what did the great and powerful witchy bitch say you would find when I dropped my trousers? Tentacles and teeth?"

Callum finally managed to look her in the eyes again. The blush had faded, and his eyes had a rather flat look to them. "No, but thank you for that particular nightmare," he said dryly. Despite the fact they were in the middle of an uncomfortable misunderstanding, a small part of his male teenager brain latched onto a different thought: She said when, not if! He tried to conceal that thought deep enough to not show any hint of it on his face. Judging from the look on his girlfriend's face, he did not succeed.

"What. Did. She. Say."

Human hands went flying into the air. "Nothing!" he said, "nothing specific, I mean. Just that we, humans, don't know what elves… have… down there… in… Or how you… make "

She rubbed at her forehead, feeling the beginnings of a headache, "Please stop."

Her boyfriend nodded silently.

Rayla threw down her hands, stomped her feet and made a noise somewhere between a huff and growl. She started to march around the fire, muttering to herself. Callum couldn't make out what she was saying, but he did think he could make out several colorful curses he was unfamiliar with. There was also more than few mentions of witches and bitches, slutty ones.

As she paced, her thoughts went round and round. She could not decide who was more of an idiot, her boyfriend, or his ex. The whole concept was ridiculous and was no doubt part of a cunning scheme to keep Callum away from her. That was just the kind of thing Claudia would do, Rayla thought to herself. How could anyone possibly imagine that…

Every fiber in her body froze suddenly as a thought occurred to her.

Her slack face turned back to Callum, to the area below his belt. What was he hiding in those baggy trousers, she thought. Oh dear, that damn silly thought was now in her mind as well. But now that it was there Rayla could not shake it. She had assumed that the human… parts… would be the same as what she learned about in school for elven sex ed. Could she really assume that though? Elves rarely married between the clans, and never with non-elves. She had never heard of a relationship between an elf and a human, even in the histories from before the Split. There had been no mention of an elf-human child either. Was it possible that the witch had a point? Could they fit together?

With her usual tact and grace, Rayla jabbed a finger at his genitals and asked, "What are you hiding in there!"

Her red face quickly turned white as snow, overcome with horror at what had escaped her lips. The viola-crickets fell silent, save for the sound of a string snapping.

"No, no, no!" she started, her hands waving madly in front of her, "I meant I can… understand how one would have questions about… this particular subject… in our unique situation… yeah, that. I meant that."

Feeling worn out, Rayla's shoulders drooped, and she awkwardly cupped an elbow with her other hand. She looked away from him, unwilling to let him see how mortified she was. He was the one that was supposed to spout gibberish, not her. Mostly, anyway.

Picking up and dusting off his sketchbook, Callum tried to sound calm and mature, "So... I take it that means you don't know either?"

"Well, I guess I assumed everything would be the same, at least in the basic principle."

"What basic principle, reproduction or…"

"You know." she said, cutting him off. Rayla could feel the heat radiating from her own cheeks now but somehow convinced herself to keep going. She pointed towards his groin, "Your thing-a-ma-bob." She then pointed towards herself, "Goes in my what-you-call-it."

The human boy blinked a few times, then he couldn't resist a grin, just a little one. "That principle seems to be same anyway." He then paused for a moment to consider whether to swallow or to speak his next witty remark. He chose the latter, "Do you not know the actual names or..."

"Oh, shut it! Like you have been so eloquent and scientific about it yourself."

"Ah, would you rather I go with the birds and the bees? The sword and the sheath? The gentleman's sausage and the lady garden? The…"

"Hold on," Rayla said, with a hand raised. "What do birds and bees have to do with it? Wouldn't bees and flowers make more sense."

After a moment's deliberation, Callum said, "Yes. Yes, it would."

"Humans are so weird."

"Yes. Yes, we are."

With that, the conversation fell to an uneasy silence. Both teens looked at each other, then at their surroundings, then back to one another. They knew that there was much left unsaid, questions left unanswered, but neither desired to plunge into that quagmire of embarrassment again.

"So… does that mean we are good?" Callum asked.

The elf was silent. She lifted her head towards the night sky and tapped a finger to her chin. After letting her boyfriend worry for a few heartbeats, she said, "Ah, I guess so. For now, at least."

Then her gaze became sharp as her blades, and she jabbed a finger against his chest. "As long you never compare me to that floozy and her udders again," she said.

Callum bowed low, sweeping his arms behind him. He spoke softly, with only a touch of humor, "Milady, your lunar radiance has taken from my sight - all other ladies who no longer give delight - in the shadow of your fair Moonlight."

"Poetry? Really" Rayla asked, trying to keep her face free of blush and smile. She failed on both counts.

Shrugging, Callum said, "I may not be an actual prince, but my stepfather made sure I had the best tutors. Also, the palace has a huge library. I had lots of free time when Soren wasn't beating me up under the pretense of 'training'."

She sighed. Her mind worked for a moment, trying to think of something clever and cutting to say. Then her eyes fell on him, and she drank him in. His fingers were running through his messy brown hair. A half-smile graced his face, somewhere between silly and alluring. A subtle shade of pink was still brushed across his cheeks. Leaf green eyes gazed into her, shining with humor and devotion.

Rayla's heart fluttered.

Then she remembered her original plan for this night, and a wonderful idea slipped into her thoughts. Rayla lessened the distance between them, her fingers nervously playing. She bit her bottom lip. Demure eyes peered up at him. She began to sway in place as if uneasy.

"You know, Callum," she said softly. "I was going to ask you to play moon tag with me tonight, but I think I have a better idea now."

Callum gulped audibly. "You…you do?"

Rayla nodded. She leaned forward. Her lips lightly pressed against his, barely enough for him to feel their touch. "How about some hide and seek? If you can find me before dawn, we can explore some of those questions we were discussing."

Then she vanished, literally, into the night, leaving only laughter in her wake.

Callum wasn't sure how long he stood there, but eventually his brain came out of his stupor. He did this by slapping himself across the face. Then he shook his head, leapt for joy, and ran after her. Rayla, meanwhile, was several meters above him and trying not to laugh at his antics. She wondered how long she should let this play out before she let him catch her. Although, she thought, maybe he would surprise her again and actually find her.

The sun rose the next morning to find the happy couple asleep. Callum was on his back, using his backpack as a pillow. His elf girlfriend was snuggled up against his side, her head lay across his chest. Her four fingers were perfectly nestled between his five. At some point during the night, Zym had curled up on his other side. All in all, the three of them all felt quite comfortable and were loath to move. Unfortunately, they knew that a lot more distance they needed to cover, and little time to waste.

As they unfolded and prepared for the day, Rayla scooped up the baby dragon in her arms. She scratched his fuzzy head, getting a happy trill in response. She smiled and turned to Callum.
"Do you think my egg will be as big as his was?" she asked.

A still sleepy Callum, looked to her in utter confusion, "What?"

"You know," she said, "My egg. When I lay it. Though I suppose I should call it our egg, shouldn't I?" She gave him a beautiful smile.

Callum blinked.

He blinked again.

His head titled slightly to the side, his eyes squinting.

Then his heart stopped. His eyes bulged out. He sucked in a deep breath.

Rayla continued to smile.

"Egg? You?" Callum said haltingly, "But we didn't… I didn't… How? An egg! What?"

She gave a silvery laugh and began walking away from her confounded boyfriend.

"You're joking, right?" He called out after her, "Right?"

A/N: What do guys think was Rayla joking?
I haven't done any writing in a while, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Please and thank you!