Seeds Of Love

Misendeavor: She's dressed loosely, a robe like kimono in a vivid shade of green that is bound to make her eyes look huge and vibrant, but for now she's glancing out over the glistening plate of the ocean, as still and clear as a mirror currently reflecting the sun, soft undulations of waves moving like a silken sheet against her toes. The hands that curl about her legs seem to be busy..turning an obect over and over...The vibrancy of those rainbow webs as bright as a second sunrise, such happy wonder that it leaches from her to stain the sand into a smile.

FlashGuardian13: Seeing Anwyn so happy makes Flash's own heart soar, a certain part of him stirring as Flash breaks into a warm smile all his own, reflecting his joy even as the sunlight reflects along the ocean waves. Her eyes now look forth with purpose, as well they should to take in the beauty they've been missing for so long, to make up for lost visions of glory never to be taken for granted again ... Flash knows this, and it is the very reason he walks along with such purpose now, wanting to treasure each moment. Eyes drift to his newfound jewel, a brilliant ruby shining with inner rainbow lights, as she toys with a treasure of her own. Flash slowly approaches her dressed in his usual garb, white martial artist's gi with red cape, headband, and belt ... though his boots are curiously absent today, leaving his own feet bare to caress the sands he strolls over, kneeling next to Anwyn and smiling wordlessly.

Misendeavor: His approach was known, those smokelike tendrils sliding through the air effortlessly to caress his cheeks, runthrough his hair with the welcome of tingly warmth as familiar as breath, no clinging now, no shackle to his ankle, just joy at his closeness. As he kneels her gaze, those bright emeralds of her eyes that seem to refract the light and her wonder at the world with as many facets as the best cut diamond, take in his face as her own breaks like the waves at their feet into a smile. The treasure in her hands shown to him, palms parting to reveal the puzzle box, completed, the joy in her eyes twofold at his coming and it's completion 'I was about to run to you...We left it in the sand...Sliphe was garding it.' As if on cue the gangly, cat steps from around his misstress's legs to curl about Flash's, seeing them as one source of attention and love now.

FlashGuardian13: Warm caresses and ethereal touches bring a blissful look to Flash's face, happy to be welcomed back into the presence of his companion so eagerly, and extending arms of his own for a more physical embrace. As his eyes alight on the puzzle box, hearing that it has been solved, his jaw drops fully and eyes go as wide as her own and simply staring at the thing, not moving. "It's ... you did it?" Flash's hand moves down to stroke the cat winding between his legs, but this is the only motion he takes, staring in disbelief at the small chest, its sides all seeming to be made of the same wood, the silver lining around the keyhole catching the light of the sun ... "Anwyn, you did it!" Flash practically falls upon the woman now, pulling her close to him, his pride and eagerness clearly showing, mindful of the beast between his legs as he sits beside her. Then, out of nowhere, he releases her to scoop up the cat, grinning.

FlashGuardian13: "And you!" he says, rubbing the sides of the cat's face with both hands for a moment. "You wonderful guard cat, you! You get a reward too!" Flash says, speaking to the cat in a voice that's just plain silly, though his sentiment is still heartfelt.

Misendeavor: The woman takes a moment to wallow in his attention, to bask as if gold blooded ad he the heat of the sun, then, she laughs...A glorious swell of sound the gets caught up in the webs of her power to wave at the sun. 'I think...We, did it...' Her voice still rich with mirth as his closeness is revelled in. Her cat purring louder than the waves for a moment, his whole body vibrating with the smugness at praise, rubbing his head against Flash's hands, and chest before leaping down gracefully, loathe to let the silly humans think they have that much of an effect, arching lithely before padding off towards the mouse rich forest. 'We did it!' Okay, so she was a little stuck on repeat, but his wonderment only increases her awe, at him, at the smooth surfaced box, at the world they now live in. For a moment she is still beside him, just residing in the warmth of his closeness, box in hands still...

Misendeavor: Then she twists suddenly, a joyous laugh as she makes to roll him onto the sand in an embrace, kissing his face with a myriad of tender, laughing kisses 'Us...We solved it...It's complete...'

FlashGuardian13: Flash echoes her even as she echoes herself, his own words questioning. "We did it?" No time for an answer, though, as he is quickly swept from the comforts of a warm embrace into a rolling tumble upon the sands. "Aaack!" cries the helpless warrior Flash as he is tackled, laughing mirthfully as his face is peppered with kisses, hands reaching forth to try and take a gentle hold of Anwyn's face, directing it closer so that he may kiss her more properly, lips upon lips speaking volumes at Flash's joy, as well as his awe over the mystery, the same emotions in the gaze that stares into Anwyn's eyes. "We solved it ..." And yet, as Flash thinks about it, it makes sense. "There would have been some powerful reactions from ... from our flight the other day," he explains, faltering at how to even describe what had happened in any sort of brief manner.

FlashGuardian13: "Maybe the box ... reacted to that somehow."

Misendeavor: She stills easily under his gentle hold to her face, cheeks flushed with merry mirth, hair billowing in the gentle breeze, smile almost a living thing as she kisses him back, all the while holding his eyes with her own, a gentle hold, tender and searching even as she already knows what lurks at the bottom of soul as sure as she feels his closeness in every beat of her heart. The abandon of her joy softening to a closeness as she leans against him on the sand, laying on his chest, elbows in the sand at either side of him...The box in question held up between their gazes and turned over, and around as she nods, her soul stretching against his before weaving back around in the sureness of breath, and heartbeat, and happy silence.

Misendeavor: A blush still though at the memories that line her mind as vivid as a peacock's tail in the sunlight 'Does it matter how? Too much time is lost to such questions, time that could be enjoyed in thanks that it did...I don't want to know why, Flash, where would there be place for wonder, then?'

FlashGuardian13: Flash's face lights up with revered memory of their prior revel, a bashful smile showing and yet he is not ashamed at all. Thoughts of explanation turn to enjoyment of the closeness, the feel of her warm body laid over him, her spirit close enough to touch and indeed he can feel it all about him as well as within, an ever-proud look on his face. "You're right. I don't think I could ever explain ... and furthermore, I wouldn't want to. Some things are best without words." That aside, he looks between Anwyn and the box expectantly. "Well?"

Misendeavor: The box holds centre stage between them, indeed, the closeness of them is an ever present backdrop to every thought, every word, every breath. His words bring a further smile from her, a perfect copy of his, bashfulness and pride the oddest pairing, just like them. But, on her face makes perfect sense. 'We don't need words between us, we don't need explanation...I don't want them, I don't need anything but this.' A kiss to explain just what this is, the surge of spirits dancing in the winds of change. 'Open it with me?' Reaching to place his hands on the box with hers.

FlashGuardian13: Flash leans forward, lips pressing eagerly into the kiss as his spirit flares once more, her point quite clearly made and heartily agreed with. His hand finds its way into hers, reaching out to the top of the box's lid with nervous trepidation. His uncertainty tells her that even he has no idea what to expect, the box being just as much a mystery to her as it is for him. Their hands together slowly pull the lid open, beams of light streaking out from between the widening crack as the top swings back on twin silver hinges, the lights so strong as to make it difficult to see inside, but not so much as to blind the onlookers. The light is warm and lively, a sense of newness pervading their senses and sending a thrill through their depths ... until at last the curtain of light sweeps aside, bright glimmer fading to reveal the box's interior, flat wooden surfaces to match the exterior as well as a velvet lining at its bottom.

FlashGuardian13: The box is completely empty, save one small object ... a seed, no larger than the end of Flash's thumb, its subdued hazel color tinged with deeper reddish streaks in its many folds.

Misendeavor: There's a gasp from the girl, as if to suck in that newness, that warm brightness and hold it in her lungs to give her bouancy, for indeed her spirit takes Flash's by the hand and soars with it in the wonderous light radiating from the silver hinged box. Wide green eyes slant catlike in inquisitition, a hand finding it's way to hold that of her lover about the box, her thin, small fingers winding with his like willow and ivy. Basking in the overwhelming rush she can't help but steal a kiss, a lingering kiss to share the sensations of the box, leaning over it, her face alight with it. Then she pulls back enough to glance inside, not wanting to disturn the seed from it's plush bed, but sensitive tendrils, woven from twinned spirits leap forward to touch to it, over it, gentlly cradling the seed and seeking to feel it.

FlashGuardian13: Flash too finds himself caught up in the brilliant radiance, shining with the strength of life as spirits hold onto one another, witnessing the spectacle together as hands jointly hold the treasure, her ivy fingers winding about his strong oaken hands. His wonder and the thrill of expectation surges, as does Anwyn's judging by the stolen kiss so happily accepted, Anwyn's youthful face accentuated by the light shining forth even as Flash's face is bathed in its glory, making it difficult for a moment to tell if the brightness comes from the magic of the box, or the strength of the two companion's love. Flash makes no motions, quite content as joined spirits seek out the seed to inquire about its secrets, eyes closing as Flash and Anwyn's mind are flooded with new sensations from the tiny object.

Misendeavor: The willowy young woman let's Flash's spirit take the lead, easing it on in the gentle quest over the seed, fighting the urge just to dance and celebrate in the warmth, in the natal glory, seeking whatever glories may lurk within. The lovers, bathed in light and joined in brilliance, fiery haired and tear struck eyed, the girl overwhelmed by the purity of the tiny seed, struck stunned by the hope such a smal thing can contain, hard and closed as it is now. Drowning in the sensations, willfully floating, wrapped in her lovers soul, warmer than any blanket. Mind asking questions, lips not moving to break the sweeping silence 'Do you feel it too...?' She knew he did, but that wasn't the point 'Have you seen anything so..small and yet so..full.' Struggling for words to describe the sensations, his eons old soul sought for information.

FlashGuardian13: Strength of life is felt, as is the potential for growth ... the hope and expectation of what this tiny object may yet become, growing into a tall and beautiful tree to flourish and bloom ... and yet as spirits look within they find it very much like gazing into a mirror, as the seed reflects the pair's feelings, their emotions, their very essences ... not so much an extension of their own spirits as a reflection. The seed is the new beginnings of love. Just as a seed well planted will sprout, so a love well founded shall grow. As a plant well tended and cared for will bloom, a love well tended will blossom as well.

FlashGuardian13: Flash feels as Anwyn feels, spirit sensing the hidden wonder contained in a single seed that seems as a mirror to their joy, a seed which rests inside the now opened wooden puzzle box, the only thing between them as the lay together on the sands. Flash lets out a soft sigh of wonder, closing his eyes as he simply 'feels' the seed and its purpose. "Oh, Anwyn! It's wonderful ... not at all what I'd expected ... and yet I wasn't sure what to expect at all!"

Misendeavor: The young woman shivers in the rush of the exultation shared with the new hope of the tiny seed, leaning against her lover to share the rush even closer, nuzzling the downy peach of her cheek to his chest, one hand wrapped ivy on oak through his, the other laced around the box that now rests on his chest as she does 'Celebrant' Is all she says, one word alive with...Well, everything they've shared together.. 'Expectation...and joy combined and yet unequalled.'

FlashGuardian13: "Jubilant," Flash says aloud, clasping his hand to hers and basking in the happy connection, his other hand placed upon the box, like two parents gently touching a child, even as Anwyn's shiver moves through ripples across the surface of a pond. "And a new beginning ... potential waiting to be realized ... to flower and bloom." Flash's head leans forward slowly, lips gracing the top of Anwyn's head with gentle pressure, a tender kiss of appreciation and excitement. "We should plant it somewhere, together."

Misendeavor: 'Atop the cliff...' No more words to back up her suggestion for the moment, happy to bask in the warm touches of her lover, in the gentility of his lips and the bloom of heat from them that travels through her whole body. The hold on the completed puzzle box undiminished even if the seed itself now floats within it's velvet constraints, bouyed up by the twinned smokelike strands, her rainbow ribbons wrapped with the pure light of her love. Seed held in love, looked on in love, and joyfully celebrated by a soft kiss of her lips to the tip of his nose, a little smile playing like a child in the waves on her lips as she pulls back 'It will grow as a lighthouse....A wonderful sentinal over the sea that first witnessed our love.'

FlashGuardian13: No words were needed, even as the image of the cliff came into Flash's mind, a smile of agreement given. The puzzle box a symbol of their own completion in each other, the seed symbolic of their new beginning together, hands and spirits twined about such precious gifts, even as they are gifts to each other. A gleeful chuckle and wrinkled nose results from her kiss, eyes narrowed mischievously in her direction. In short order, the box is shut again and tossed aside, only to make way for Flash to wrap his arm about Anwyn's back and twist, carefully wrestling and rolling over in an attempt to pin her playfully beneath him. "It will have to be strong, to endure the sea winds and sunlight ... to take root among the rocks ... do you think it will have the strength?" he jokes to her.

Misendeavor: The box indents gentle into the sand, it's precious cargo safe inside the velvet womb, still bouyed on those motes of spirit web, the woman herself issueing a mewling sound of laughter and surprise skittering from the girls lips as she arches beneath him, a playful smile still settled on her face, not fighting the hold but seeking to draw him closer with a gentle kiss to lips, green eyes as deep and wide as the ocean, piercing into his as she holds his gaze. 'Do we have the strength, Flash? That is the question...If we do, it does, and we do..' Spirit webs in vibrant shades of the whole rainbow enwrapping him in her giggling joy, though her eyes speak of more sultry fires, a newer knowledge tempering the girl into a woman. 'It will endure'

FlashGuardian13: Flash can feel Anwyn's magnetic pull, drawn to her as a sea serpent is to its watery home, waves of pleasure crashing within as lips meet, eyes locked upon one another as a gentle hand reaches forth to cradle the ivory skin of his love in a gentle caress. "We do," he whispers, caught up in the wrappings of her spirit and feeling himself drawn ever more towards her, face lit up with his love, caught up in the rising emotions felt between the pair as spirits reach out, transcending barriers of skin to embrace the other. "Our love shall endure ..." His eyes slowly close as his lips return to hers in a kiss of reassurance, wanting Anwyn to feel the warmth in his heart.

Misendeavor: The warmth in his heart is a hearth, those warm fires of hme to rest in front of after a cold winters day, the cradling touch of nature's hold, the ecompassing light of dawn. A tiny sigh of satisfaction and longing woven together to guild about her lips and shared with him in a gentle exchange, spirits in silent locked conversation even as she pulls back a little, to lose herself in the depths of his gaze, leaning again to place a blessing of cherubic kisses to his eyelids 'The seed should be sewn, my love...Else today will just be spent here, and as much as that is my hearts desire...She deserves the warm love of earth and we do the warmth of each other.'

FlashGuardian13: A pleasant smile slides across contented lips, eyes closed at eyelids' kisses, only to be thrown open like curtains to reveal the sunset in his eyes, staring into her own, a sigh answered with a soft humming and a gentle nod. "Of course, of course. She's got a lot of growing ahead of her ... best to start early." Flash sits back slowly, reluctantly withdrawing as hands slide down arms, only to clasp at her own hands and help her come to sitting ... though even as he does this, a feeling of elation sweeps throughout, felt by the pair as magic stirs, again responding to the needs of the pair as they feel a slight tingling at their backs ... to reach high places, one must either climb ... or take to the wing ...

Misendeavor: Wings, and so wings they have, the soft muted sounds of snowfall, the gentle tear of fabric and then a breath, a gasp from the world itself as wings grow, not wings of skin or feather, not wings tangible or soft, her wings are spirit made real, shimmering webs of rainbow like warm silk. The girls face one of gentle but completel amazement, laughing freely into the day with wonder that steals the floor from her, wings shivering with the speed of a humming bird. 'Oh...Oh my dear..This is...All you' A look to Flash, as if it was his fault as she clings to his hand to hold her close to the earth. The elation of spirit and the joyful flecks of her smile making the sun seem brighter, the sky bluer..Everything truer.

FlashGuardian13: Flash laughs happily as his magic expresses itself in such an unusual way ... while in Flash's case an all too familiar form is taken. And yet, not so! For even as the strong and wide feathered wings sprout forth from his back and take shape, their brilliant red is tinged at feather-tips with an odd sort of rainbow colored brilliance, the multicolored hues lingering in a soft trail of light a step behind powerful wingbeats. Flash does not seem to notice, however, keeping hold of Anwyn's hand and laughing merrily, a free hand sweeping to grab hold of the box once more as his own wings begin to lift him from the floor in powerful strokes made that much easier by the lightness in his heart. "We found our wings once before in each other! It is just as much my doing as yours!" And slowly he rises, pulling Anwyn along with him, beckoning her to dance with him in the vivid blue sky above where sunlight streams and dreams come true.

Misendeavor: The woman, light as a feather and as high as a kite takes littler persuation to release herself to the loving embrace of the skies and trusting the joyful light of her lovers smile. Her wings slowly transforming, evolving, as if the pulsing webs of her rainbow spirit was a womb, a protective shell, throbbing with joyful pulses of hot rainbow spiritspirals. Red strands curling into it as a ribbon about a gift 'We gave each other wings, perhaps. and I am happy to share blame for such joy...' A gleeful call into the night as the bird-winged pair spiral up, the youngster with her tangling mused mass of copper burnished hair leading him higher and faster into the unknown, laughing with each breath, her fingers curled about his as she swoops down to kiss his lips then, well...she dances with him, not just flies, but her arms wrap about his as she proceeds to waltz him through the sky...Dreams have already come true

FlashGuardian13: On and on into the twilight the lover's dance, feet never touching the ground, and motions ever-playful in their newfound freedom ... just when you think you've got the motions down, reality changes and the dance is new again. Such is the world in the eyes of new love, arm held firmly to Anwyn's side as his hand and eyes direct the dance, close enough to kiss one moment only to be tossed in an outward spiral and caught, wings wrapping about in a warm feathered hug, a dip turned to dive before at last pulling into an upward swoop and still rising on high spirits, the ending destination of their fancied flight now seen far below them, a cradle for the sleeping seed high atop rocky cliffs.

misendeavor: The girl is still laughing, her call into the bright morning as she flips into the air, somersaulting with an astounding grace as wings break from that rainbow cacoon of webs, shedding the webs as a snake would skin, the bright burst of energy sending shattered motes of rainbow dust everywhere, exploding as a star, or a firework to leave a huge spread of feathers, each one with a pearly translucence that tints at the spectrum like crystal, each one tipped with a edge of bloody crimson, leaving them the mirror of the other. Grabbing his hand on her descent the reckless wildchild plummets, wings pulled back for full throttle as she swoops with the velocity of a bullet towards the cliff.

FlashGuardian13: A cry of happy surprise is all that's heard as Anwyn's wings materialize and find the freedom reflected in the lover's hearts, followed by heartfelt laughter as she pulls him into a speedy dive ... he grins as his heart beats faster, having always loved the feel of air rushing past as the ground hurtles straight for him ... through reckless injury in the past, he has gained the experience necessary to know when to quit. Hands are clasped and a gaze is given in the moments before the crucial time, silently communicating to her what must be done ... and when that critical moment comes, Flash pushes away from her, the two bodies separating in air even as wings spread, holding powerfully against the rush of air as Flash swoops low, missing the ground only narrowly at the deep of his downward arch and letting forth a jubilant call to the air around ... a final twist made in air before wings are tucked and feet land safely on the ground once more.

misendeavor: A perfectly co-ordinated manouver, the girls jubilation filtering clear and loud as a shout over the mental link they share as easily as they shre smiles, her wings unfurling at the last possible second, the second after lips meet lips, plummeting to earth with the wind whipping fiercely at them but still the time to share the exhileration in a crush of her lips to his. Then they push apart to let wings catch the wing and slow the descent to a graceful arch, finding her feet on the firmness on ground, a few skipping paces before she's just stood, whipping around to face him, eyes alive with a bright fire, smile threatening to spill off her face as she launches herself at Flash, arms extended.

FlashGuardian13: Flash laughs as if there was never a care in the world, arms held out to catch Anwyn and hold her in a firm and careful embrace, swinging about and whirling with her, her legs spiralling in the air around him before placed upon the ground next to him, a moment of shared closeness as the two embrace with the wind all about them, still flowing through feathers as wings wrap around to complete the warm and downy embrace, sun on the horizon bathing the pair in golden light as lips return in tender tidings of appreciation.

misendeavor: The seed itself seems to join the jubilant song of morning spirits, the new world a bright and wonderous place indeed, so much to share and discover, so much to feel, to believe in now, but none more so than the touch of lips to lips, the closeness of wings that hold them in a mirrored embrace, crimson tips to rainbow tints. Her hair stroking at his face, toyed with by the platful sibling that is the wind. What feels like miles beneath them, the waves roar onto the rocks, keeping beat of each of the pulses of nature's life, a life they are so close to now, so wrapped in as are all creature's that know love. As she is spun her legs and arms relax to stream behind her, so trusting to his touch, to his hold, nothing held back, nothing to hide

misendeavor: . The vivid kiss of her gaze caressing his face as she once again finds herself on the solid of ground, even if her spirit still knows the joys of flight, soaring as a flag above them. 'This, is the perfect place...'

FlashGuardian13: Flash turns to gaze out over the crashing waves behind them, and the endless expanse of water that leads to the eastern sun still rising, smiling proudly as he returns his gaze to Anwyn once more, a bent finger gently lifting her chin, his head leaning forward to touch hers gently, nose to nose and smiling. "Indeed. You chose well, Anwyn." A soft squeeze of arm and wing before Anwyn is released. The box is placed on the ground nearby, Flash crouching over it and pushing its lid open once more, the tiny seed rising once more, taken into the velvety grips of rainbow tendrils. Flash smiles, closing the box and rising slowly, looking over the ground nearby. "Perhaps there," he says, pointing with a finger, "where the soil is softest and the earth still goes deep."

misendeavor: The girl swells like the waves so far below at the soft praise, raising herself up on her bare toes to meet him, nose to nose, eyes to eyes and as always soul to soul, connected as if by a zip, each thought, each emotion slotting so seamlessy together, to bask in the stroking shards of sunlight that's bleeding gold into the sea, shivering as molten metal now. Already the first tiny root begins to push at the sharp point of the seed, brought to life by them, by the joy and growth of love itself. 'Here...Where she can watch the sun each morning, and feel the spray of the sea in the air...Here where freedom grows as strong as she will.' A little nod as sle leans to kiss the pointing fingertip, then enfolds his hand with her, her palm nearly enguled in his larger one, but as safe as a boat in harbour.

FlashGuardian13: In a motion performed too seamlessly for two people to do, Flash slowly kneels, bringing Anwyn's hand along with his to feel the softness of soil kissed with sea spray. Fingers that could have just as easily directed the soil to part by magic and force of will now curl slowly, digging into the rich earth felt at fingertips, carving it aside, slowly digging the nest in which to lay the sleeper who will soon awaken. As Flash has taught Anwyn much, he too has learned from her ... learned to cherish the simple things, to give greater things their time and place, and to not neglect lesser and more meaningful ways of doing ... learned to feel alive again. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've even had the feeling of dirt under my fingernails!" he tells her, laughing and smiling to her happily, his delight sent shimmering over the invisible threads to his kindred heart.

misendeavor: Her fingers meld so easily into the cold loam, hands not afraid of the moist touch of the rich soil, running it like water through her delicate fingers, the woman closes her eyes a moment, leaning against the warmth of her love as she kneels almost as if in prayer at the start of something wonderful, the soil parting for their gentle fingers easily, it had been waiting for this moment, waiting to welcome it's new charge into the womb of nature itself. Something so simple as planting a seed becoming an experience to change hearts and minds forever and a day as she steals his laugh with a gentle kiss

misendeavor: 'I would say too long, my love, too long by half...Can't you feel the connection to everything held in the soft touch of mere dirt? Imagine...How many lifetimes it has seen, perhaps once as man as we are, then back to the soil, then perhaps as rockface, tossed to the depths of the sea...Imagine, my love, the touch of rain it's felt, the kiss of sun, all the feet it's felt over it and now, us, we add to it,and this seed will grow in the hold of ages herself. We're blessed..' Her words reverent and soft, shared so easily, the shy, pensive child long gone .

FlashGuardian13: Flash closes his eyes, concentrating ... and even as she speaks, he can see and feel all these things as they have been, a life history of the soil beneath his fingers. "Perhaps the soil and stone will tell her stories once she gets older," he speaks ponderously, proud at the thoughts brought forth at last from Anwyn's formerly reluctant mind. "Nothing too 'seedy,' I hope." The hole at last formed, Flash rises, looking back to where the seed rests, loving spirits nudging it softly through the air to lay it to rest like a babe in its gentle crib. Hands return to spread the dirt back out, wrapping the seed in its warm and lifegiving blanket. That done, Flash stands once more to place his arm about Anwyn's middle, pulling her close and gazing fondly down at what would soon be.

misendeavor: She shares the images, the pictures of past and present woven into a soft tapestry, a patchwork quilt to soften the passage of the ages and hold memories warm. 'And the stories they don't share the wind can sing, and the waves will carry as a lullaby to her as she grows.' Her smile growing gently as the seed is covered, leaning again to place fingers to her lips and then to the soil 'Grow well, and strong in love.' Then she stands and backs into his hold, leaning easily, her cheek to his shoulder, her arms resting on his, perfect union, perfect unison.

FlashGuardian13: Flash wraps his arms about Anwyn's middle, pulling her close and leaning his cheek to brush up against hers for a moment, eyes closed and words soft. "So many wonderful beginnings ... of life and love, and a new day. I wish the best for them all," Flash says aloud, his fiery red wings once more wrapping about them both. "And indeed the day is young, and we both still have lives to return to." Flash nuzzles once more against the side of her face, knowing that they would soon be parted as the day begins, but relishing this moment found together ... and the wondrous gifts they've been given already so early in the day.

misendeavor: Just that moment, held in the golden brightness of the full rising sun. Just a shared moment in a lifetime of moments, nothing remarkable an observer may say, two people embracing high up on a cliff, nothing more than the tangible companionship to a casual observer. But, this moment is as glass spun from the hot mold of life itself, love stolen from the grip of lonliness and blown strong and new into crystal. This moment is simplicit itself, and perfect, love and life embraced by the pair as easily as they hold each other. 'You don't have to wish, Flash, you don't have to even pray...Just enjoy each moment of each day and you'll be living dreams evermore.' A soft lilt of her voice lost to the wind that plucks at her hair, playing it in the melody of the breeze 'Until the sun sets again my love, I am near as only I can be.' Leaning up to nuzzle his lips with her own a moment.

misendeavor: Then, the flare of her opalescent wings and the gentle fluttering chime of feathers spread to the golden kiss of day. Fingers to his cheek, lingering hungrily before she pushes off into the air and away to do the bidding of the day

FlashGuardian13: Flash lets this moment burn with crystal clarity, a still-frame image to behold and hold dear in his mind, a daydream to carry with him wherever he goes. No further words needs be spoken. Just a kiss of farewell, longing, and well-wishing as she leaves to embrace the day ... and perhaps enjoy her wings a bit more while they last. Flash watches her until she can't see her anymore, then smiles and makes his way to the place where the seed rests, kneeling and patting at the earth with his hand, running his palm over the soft moistness. "Grow with the blessings of love, and the strength of union. Proud and strong." No more than this before Flash too takes to the wing, riding the winds up into the air to resume his beach patrols from on high for a change.