For Knowledge Truly is Power For a Mage

[Rith Matou]

"Woah, I got you!" He said, reacting quickly breaking her fall against him, helping her back to her feet again after she pulled her dress from beneath her, preoccupied in the action to notice entirely her still gripping his hand.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean steadied herself and looked back up, still not noticing she was still holding his hand.
"Thanks." she said, a foolish grin on her face.

[Rith Matou]

Looking down at his...well, their hands, Rith let go and withdrew his hand, returning it to the apparent security of his pouch saying "Oh, excuse me Avean." the tint of his face once again growing slightly more of a crimson.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

She turned a deep red. "I-uh...." she mumbled, her eyes avoiding his gaze. "I feel quite foolish."
Avean mummbled aimlessly and shuffle her foot on the marble floor below.

[Rith Matou]

"Oh, well uh...at least you aren't alone in that feeling." He said with a wavering chuckle. He needed to soften the mood again, so he let his eyes glance about the room for an answer to this problem as he once again gripped his pouch. "Wait a moment...the pouch!"he thought to himself as a look of revelation came upon his face. Reaching into the small leather pouch, he pulled out a couple white objects similar to a dandelion head. He could not do much with them, but he had to give it a try. Concentrating hard on an image in his mind, he took a deep breath and blew the objects off of his palm, which each quickly let out a loud "BAMPF" and a cloud of smoke. Shortly afterwards, out of the smoke came a pair of Monarch Butterflied which fluttered and flew about the immediate area freely like a feather in an updraft.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean watched intently then her eyes grew wide as a butterfly landed gentally on her nose then fluttered up. "Wow...that was amazing." she muttered, turning her gaze back to Rith.

[Rith Matou]

"Thank you Avean, I hoped you would enjoy it." He replied with a smile as he reopened his palm, the pair of butterflies resting upon it. Keeping them around for a few moments longer before dismissing them with another loud "BAMPF" assuming their previous form. As he returned the objects to their home in his "Bag of Tricks", Rith looked back to her, glad he was able to return a smile to her enchanting coutenance.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean put her hand up and brushed one of the butterflies affectionatley before they dissapeared, her hand still where it had been. "You are very thoughtful." she said, her hand falling to her side. Avean's eye still looking apon the space where the once flourishing butterflies had danced.

[Rith Matou]

"You flatter me, I merely consider myself fortunate I had such a wonderful audience to witness me work my craft." He replied, one again rubbing the back of his head. Surely he had not recieved so many compliments in his whole life as he had in this past instance since he had gotten to know Avean and Alezand, who were quite fascinating people themselves.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean chuckled "You are too modest." she said laying her hand softly on his shoulder, smiling. "You are a wonderful Mage...and don't you dare deny it."
Avean looked him deeply in the eyes, a deep intensity in her tone.

[Rith Matou]

"Perhaps you're right, Avean." He replied contemplating her statement. His train of thought was quickly derailed however, once he had felt her hand on his shoulder. Finding his eyes locked upon her's he allowed himself to become lost in them. Her eyes were awe-inspiring, eveloping to him, feeling as if he could fall into them and plummet forever.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean smile brightened. She felt a sudden urge, although she didn't know why. Her hand continued to lay on his shoulder, her eyes not pulling out of his gaze.

[Rith Matou]

He was unsure as to what this feeling was coarsing through his veins, he was virtually immobilised as he continued to gaze upon her. Though unsure of the feeling he was, Rith knew it was a good feeling, he enjoyed it very much.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean laid her other hand on the opposite shoulder, her gaze more intense. Her hands trembled slightly and her eyes glittered.

[Rith Matou]

He felt another jolt of the similar feeling as she placed her other hand on him, like getting hit by static electricity. As he grew lost in the moment, Rith's hands found home upon Avean's hips out of gut instinct. Though on some unconcious level he racked his brain trying to figure out both what was happening, and what he should do about it.