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“We are going to be LATE. Father is going to be MOST displeased!”

I am not a creature that was born.  I am a fire that was set.

Rhaegal’s gaze dropped down at the offered hand. It was the last thing he wanted, to accept help. But faith, a cruel constructor of inconvenient circumstances, had her own plans. Annoyed at himself and whole situation Rhaegal reached out and took stranger’s stretched out hand. “Thanks,” he muttered quickly, avoiding any further contact.

Their limbs are comfortably tangled together as they lie opposite to one another. It was a gentle movement beside that woke him. Rhaegal slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to one side.

This bright morning he wasn’t alone to wake up and more to that he wasn’t even in his room. Most surreal feeling as well as intriguing.

His mind wanders to the events of last night, that slowly turns softest blur. Eyes slowly trace over the sleepy features, discovering the little details. He wants to reach out to her but decides against it, wanting to preserve this peaceful moment to last a little longer. Oh but he can hardly recall her name…  

She had been touring with the Cirque company for almost a month before she and the other musicians had finally been invited out with the cast. Before that, she had just assumed the acrobats didn’t mix with the musicians .. or maybe it was just because she was new. 

It had been an alcohol infused night, that much Meryll was sure of. But how she came to be in this heavenly bed, legs entwined with another’s, she had no idea. 

She opened her eyes to meet his -- oddly coloured eyes, she realized with a jolt, recognizing him as the company’s fire performer. The one who made her occasionally lose her place in her music when he took the stage, the flickering light of the flames dancing over his lightly bronzed skin.

Rhaegal..

And she winced when she realized she had breathed his name out loud, surely sounding like a star struck girl. Suddenly she was aware of the throbbing in her head - gods, why had she started on the tequila shots - as well as the considerably more pleasant ache that hinted at the type of activities that might have taken place in the hours past.

Never one to make a convincing attempt at sophistication, Meryll decided to fall back on honesty - her best quality, really.