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“Great. No really, that's fantastic.”

His sarcasm was dry as dust. Almost as dry as the fish you had been trying to cook. The make-shift riverside fire burned brightly, a little too much so, and those flames had licked away a bit too greedily at the now scorched marine creature.

Wrinkling your nose, you could admit it. “Okay. I think this is a fail.”

Dylas looked mad, and that wasn't unusual. It might only take a tiny thing and he'd be set off like a marble down a steep ramp, just cascading through layer upon layer of unnecessary rage until it eventually clicked with him just how ridiculous he was being. Sometimes it could take a while...

He paced around in fury while you looked up at his tall, lilac haired form apologetically. His ears and tail were flicking and twitching like there was no tomorrow.

“I mean we don't have to waste it-”
“No, just throw it away.”
“But maybe one of the animals could eat it?”

“No.”
Dylas stormed over and snatched the skewered fish from your hand, tossing the finned (as if you could tell at this stage) creature away into the water. It splashed through the iridescent blue surface and sank down into the depths, almost precisely in unison with your stomach grumbling.
“Ohhh...”

This camping trip down by the river was supposed to be a fun time for the two of you, but of course an agitated Dylas made for one hell of a tense atmosphere.

“Dammit.” he sat back down beside you, cross-legged. His chin landed on his knuckles as he took on a pose like one a pouting toddler would strike, and you couldn't stifle the giggle.
“Hah! Oh I'm sorry...but you look so cute that way.”

His cheeks turned scarlet in an instant and his lips jutted out all the more as he snapped his head away from you. “Don't say that!”

Dylas may have been tough on the outside, but on the inside he was really just another marshmallow. It only took a little bit of extra time to reach the soft centre in his case, but it was always worth it. This stallion really wasn't as harsh as he appeared.

You placed one hand down on the soft evening grass, crawling towards him gradually. You felt like a fisherman stalking a catch...or perhaps Dylas was the hook pulling you in...
Either way, you soon reached him, and your delicate hands lifted up to his cheeks, clasping them gently.

His head was turned and he looked at you straight with those moody ochre eyes, hooding them slightly as he saw you leaning closer. It was a look of suspicion. Typical Dylas.
“Everything's fine, you know? It doesn't matter, we can just catch another and cook it. You said a lot of those trout come out at this time of day, right?”

Dylas grumbled and cast his gaze aside stubbornly, but you deliberately gave his cheek a light pet so you could encourage him to look your way again. When you did, you took your chance.

There was a sudden surge in your mind, a leap back to the first time that you two had kissed. It had taken time to build your relationship up, right from the moment you first found him as Thunderbolt, until now, where you were close enough that you spent just about every day together. It was something that Doug had even taken to teasing you over, though you sort of suspected that it was maybe jealousy on his part.

Anyway, that first kiss had been a little awkward, but still special. Both of you sitting on the edge of your bed, rather than a romantic spot like this, and forced to keep quiet so you didn't wake Vishnal and the other residents of the castle you stayed in (though Clorica was hardly a worry). Yet still, despite the less than ideal circumstances, the moment your lips met it all seemed to melt away regardless, like none of it really mattered.

You thought back to it now as you kissed him in the present, and smiled. Your hands remained gently placed upon his cheeks, and soon his came up to yours, drawing your face ever closer, deepening what you had already started together.

By the time you pulled back from one another you were a little breathless, but in the best sort of way. Dylas now seemed flushed for entirely different reasons, and you were too.

Glancing up at the sky, you could see what seemed like a billion stars gazing back down at you. They were the only ones watching though. Looking back at Dylas, you couldn't resist a little smirk. He was so cute when he got sheepish.

The fish didn't matter. You'd find other ways of making this date worth the trip...