nother one

"Who else knows about it?" she asks.

"a few people...i never really kept it a secret as such...but never spoke out on it either " he holds his arms out to her

She reaches up to him so that he can lift her. She missed him. "Well, let us hope my father does not suddenly find himself in conversation with any of those people," she agrees

he pulls her up into his arms holding her tightly before stepping as carefully as he can back onto the balcony "hey....maybe i could take a leaf from the fae's book and steal you away...>"

She laughs pulling her arms around his neck and resting her head on his chest. "Mm sounds like fun. But you know that my family would find us eventually..."

his voice sounds wistful "maybe.. " and he steps back letting the mist claim them and for a moment its almost like when mal takes her flying as gravity trys to decide what to do with them

She finds his hope endearing even if she cannot quite allow herself to let him take her away with no return. She finds herself looking around to see if she can see anything through the fog and finds herself rather enjoying the feeling, not least of all because she is in his arms.

he holds her tightly and although the mist moves and he seems to walk its impossible to see anything at all

"How do you know where you are going?" she asks him finding it all very interesting.

"uh...feel..." he seems thoughtful "not sure really never gotten lost...well when i know where i am going anyway..."

"So I will know that you never have any excuses on that front then," she grins.

"why would i need exscuses love...." he looks at her softly

"I do not know. Perhaps one day you get bored.."

"love I am but a simple minded welsh man, we dont do bored..." he chuckles

She grins and reaches up the short distance to kiss his jaw. "Good," she states simply.

he might blush or something of the sort but his grip is a few microns tighter a little while later they step out of the fog and it pulls away like a cape on the breeze

She takes a moment to look around them. "It looks beautiful.." she comments.

"yeah love.. that it does.." he carefully lets her legs down supporting her still

She rests her weight against him unable to stand on her own. "Where are we?"

"dunno...a hillock about....10 miles from your home.." he looks about "no people for about half that maybe?" he closes his eyes as if thinking

"You can.. 'sense' that sort of thing?" she asks

"yeah theres a herd of deer?...maybe...not large enough to be cattle...to quick for sheep....i can sence them on the ground if i concentrate smell the breath almost....uh" he looks back to her sheepish

She's just looking up at him with interest. "That is very cool. And useful."

"i guess......usually not to many people about to focus it...probably better back home" he looks down "want to take you usual position and sit?"

"Or laying. Laying is good." Mostly it is because she can curl up with him more easily but being in his arms either way is good.