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(Is reminding me of Sailor Moon transformation sequence. Nice video. Hilarious and sentimental. Dramedy at it's finest.)

Mobius smiled. They may not be the most romantic couple, but they were perfect for each other. "L'amour, toujour, l'amour..." Mobius knew that only Vasilli would understand it perfectly, yet he felt Night got the gist of it. He looked up, and welcomed the subzero embrace of winter. His energies were fully restored by the cold, but his heart still felt empty. He longed for Nythera's touch once more. It seemed like ages since he last seen his wife, and her face was already fading in his mind. He shed silent tears and bowed his head. "C'mon guys," he said to Logen and Altus, "Let's give them their moment." His head did not rise as he walked away.

In a tree he sat once more. Mobius wept, his tears forming a small stalagmite of crystal below. He was 500ft. from Altus and Logen, who were in turn 10ft. away from Vasilli and Night. It hit him hard. He could now remeber his beloved in name only. He searched his mind desperately, searching for some clue as to what she looked like, anything, any small detail would do. When he could find none, his weeping turned into crying, and his crying into wailing. Small animals fled at the sound, larger ones stayed trying to understand it's context. The snow started to glow whiter than before. There he sat, for what seemed an eternity.

All light went out, and Mobius slept. For the first time, he truly slept.

Mobius woke up. He started to curse under his breath, cursing himself for all his shortcomings. He got down from the tree, looking about. He noticed the great shard of crystal his tears made and had an idea. He summoned a chisel and began his work. Slowly he chipped away pieces of it, treating it like it was an explosive, a thing that could explode it too much pressure was applied. It began to develop form. Mobius thought of all he was taught by the great masters of his realm and let the feeling flow through him. Sharp edges and corners became flowing as silk and smooth as glass. After a great deal of time and effort, he was done. Lo and behold, there lay a statue of Nythera herself, an adamant beauty on a raised platform. The hair seemed to almost tumble lazily onto her shoulders in curls, and her face was one of serene understanding. Adorned in breastplate, armbands, and greaves, cape seeming to fly out from her, she was radiant. The sword in her right hand was magnificent, a thing of metal whose very design could cut flesh asunder whilst looking marvellous in its curves was balanced by the open palm of the other hand, seeming to wish to take Mobius' in its own. Now, Mobius would place the final touch. In the platform, he carved this message:

TO ALL YE WHO FIGHT FOR AND AWAY FROM THOSE YE LOVE

Upon the instant the last letter was carved, Mobius was sent flying a few feet backward. He tried to move closer to find he could not. He puzzled and fumed, trying to figure out what force kept him away from this effigy of his beloved. Then he realized: All his sorrow, all his love, all of the things he was feeling in the making of that statue created a strong white magic. If he were to somehow venture any closer, he'd be purified. So he wept once more. He could now remember his wife's face. Hell, it was in front of it! However, he could not do anything but gaze upon it at a distance. There he sat, weeping and viewing his creation. So close, yet so very far away...

[the player of Logen has to go to sleep soon ;3]

(so what if im a perv..lol biggrin )
he lauged a little noticing that she had somehow pushed him to the ground landing heavily on top of himn. he grinned at her his eyes showing his lust. he kissed her again pulling her tighter to him feeling her warmth. he smiled at her again feeling her weight on top of him

(really? ha ha handt noticed)
he grinned broadly at her feeling her hand move slowly up his thigh. he couldnt help himself and kissed her again his own hands slowly sliding down her back. he slowly smiled back at her and giving her a rougeish wink.

he was about to say that he would willingly stay in the blizzard for her, before he realised she was right. there was a time and place for everything and laying in a ditch on the side of a mountain in a snowstorm was not it.
"oh fine" he said back smiling a little before stealing another quick kiss and standing up bracing himself against the cold. "but no dragon, i hate flying" he shudderd a little at the thought.