#fyrianger

“Art thou entertained, mine heart?” Urianger asks, a mirthful grin on his face. He looks up at Fyrwyb with adoring eyes, admiring his quirky woman.

Fyrwyb raises her brows, a silent realization that she’s been absently playing with his long ears for some time now.

“They’re just so fun t’ smoosh. Hold still,” she demands, playfully reaching with her other hand to boop his nose.

He offers a soft chuckle before nuzzling against her palm.

"And just what, pray tell, dost thou think thou art hoping to achieve?" Urianger asked in a whisper. Fyrwyb looked up from underneath long lashes with soft eyes.

More Fyrianger, sneaking away to spend time together in between chaotic moments of being on opposite teams in DT.

In the beginning, its all very exciting. The two relish at the idea of a little romantic friendly competition. But as it goes, they find themselves pining after each other; wishing for more time to spend together in the beautiful, new scenery.

A week ago she asked him, “Won’t ye kiss me under our wisteria tree?”

“Perhaps,” was his only reply, accompanied by a sly grin and a soft chuckle.

Every day after, Urianger pulled her aside upon their returning home and kissed her just so as the sun dipped below the horizon.

"Thou wouldst have me wear this silly hat whilst thine outfit is so...warm and flattering?"

Fyrwyb nods curtly, her hand extended towards Urianger with said hat between her fingers.

"Just trust me! Yer sure t'be cute as a button."

"My, my, such a delectable little thing. Dost thou knowest, dear girl, who's domain thou hast stumbled upon? Surely not, for she does not run nor turneth away from my gaze. Interesting.”