This is our make or break it

She hadn't expected to kiss him either, and she matched his shocked look before pulling herself back together and giving him a shy smile. Her joy had been overwhelming, and decorum had left her for a moment. Before pulling away to check him over, she took a steadying breath...it wasn't her fault that breath happened to be filled with his smokey scent. They had been friends before and she was used his scent, but somehow after so long it had actually become more...appealing. When they had first heard about the betrothal they had both been less than pleased, being such close friends they couldn't imagine being together as man and wife. Maybe it was teenaged hormones or the fact that they had both done a bit of growing since last seeing each other, but Atreyu didn't view the betrothal as a bad thing anymore.

Her paws roamed over him, feeling the hard spots on his skin where there were scars. Yes, he would have gained some as a guard of the royal family, but these she could tell were from sheer brutality. Gained in the attack on Judila no doubt, her face showing the sorrow and grief over their shared losses. Then, her paw hit something new, despite his shifting posture to hide it. Holographic met mismatched eyes and she tilted her head in concern. "What's this one from?" She asked as she craned her neck to see the wound. If it looked too bad she would have to treat it, no questions asked or opinions taken. Besides, she had been training more since arriving here, and she was pretty sure she could take him if he decided to fight her. She may not win, but she wouldn't let him get an infection that could steal him from her again.

Was it really stealing from her already? Perhaps, this should be one of their first orders of business. Atreyu knew in her heart that she wanted to honor their mothers' wishes, it would also be a way to keep them alive and remembered. But, did Azriel feel the same way? Would they be forcing something that shouldn't be? Their mothers knew better than that and Atreyu felt a bit guilty about doubting them, even if only for a moment. "I find myself heavy in thought. I want to know how you feel first...and well, it may not be the right time to talk about it but..." She paused, looking him in the eyes wondering what he thought of her, how he thought of the betrothal now that so much time had passed. "What our mothers wanted between us...Do you want that still?" It was her way of letting him know she was still wanting to keep it, though she may not be old enough to wed quite yet. Would he be honest with her, or would he leave it all on her shoulders? She didn't wanna force him into keeping something he didn't want.

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"