Beltane

As the moon rises, Kelyn steps out of the shadow of the forest wearing her long gray cloak. She crosses the camp to where Volkrak is sitting. Touching him gently on the shoulder she leans over and whispers in his ear, "will you come with me, please?" (Assuming he goes with her) Taking his hand, she leads him away from the camp and through the forest to a small clearing she had found earlier. At the center, she turns toward him, drops the cloak to reveal that all she is wearing are the early spring flowers woven in her hair. "Will you help me celebrate Beltane?"

Obliging Kelyn, Volkrak clasps her hand and follows her into the clearing. The moon shining in its full glory overhead, And elsewhere in the forest the crenatums come into full bloom. Come morning The typically stoic and stone faced Volkrak has a healthy blush on his face as he strides back to camp with a skip in his step as he hums a tune of summer and the road ahead.