A Promise of Missions and Mates

Gwyn rushes through the mountain pass as quietly as she can, dipping behind a rock formation to catch her breath. She had agreed to a 'game' of ninja with Azriel as a part of her training but forgot the most important part about this. Azriel can use his damned shadows to cheat. He swore he wouldn't allow them to give up her location, and in a way, she kind of trusts the cute little buggers to have her back.

She clutches her newly forged dagger in her hand, her knuckles white. As his mate, he insisted that she had a matching dagger to truthteller. It was perfect. She had named it liebreaker, a perfect equal to Azriel's, but with a glimmering teal gemstone, instead of sapphire.

She listens intently, not forgetting one of the most important things that he had told her before: spying goes hand in hand with training. You never know when simply listening can come to your aid.

Sneaking along the jagged wall of stone inch by inch, she hears a very minute crumbling noise coming from her right. A victorious smirk comes to her lips as she thanks the Cauldron for her nymph hearing, more acute than Azriel's.

Pushing off of the rock, she jumps out and tackles the hard body to the ground, her dagger at his pulse point, the gemstone sparkling in the sun.

Azriel's eyes are wide and stunned, as if he truly didn't believe she could win this.

"You underestimated me for the last time, Shadowsinger," she murmurs, leaning close to him.

Azriel's eyes go from shocked to amused, the blazing hazel seeming to glint, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his pulse and their bond seem to thrum quicker. "I didn't hear you once, Valkyrie. You're getting better. But I was silent too. How did you know to attack to the right?"

She gently presses the blade further into his skin playfully, until a tiny bead of blood shows. "You're not as silent as you think, Spymaster. Maybe I'm better suited for that title."

His eyebrows raise. "You used your nymph hearing. Excuse me, that's cheating. I wasn't allowed use of my shadows!"

His shadows seem to squeal with amusement as they twirl around Gwyn, whispering to her that they may have moved a pebble or two.

"You traitors!" Az exclaims, pouting.

"Firstly, it's not cheating because unlike them, I can't actually order my hearing around. I just have it."

She leans down, dagger still at his throat as she kisses along the left side of his jaw. "But I suppose we can call a draw. Only since they admitted they helped me out. Even though I didn't need it. I would've won anyway."

"O-ho, would you now?"

"Mhmm," she grins, finally sheathing her dagger, still straddled on his hips.

Azriel reaches up and strokes the ribbon tied around her forehead before tugging at the loose tails of it, pulling her down into a searing kiss as she gasps in surprise. His free hand moves to her cheek as he kisses her and his wings flutter a bit under him.

Gwyn kisses back for a moment before smiling brightly. "Poor Illyrian baby, so desperate for a consolation prize."

Azriel gapes and lets out a deep, hearty chuckle before sitting up and rolling them off the side of the cliff. Gwyn lets out a panicked squeal and he laughs, holding her tightly to his chest as his wings catch the current of air. He flaps them hard until he can glide a bit, flying back to their new home.

"You bastard!", she says annoyedly, slapping his chest playfully. "I hate that! It's terrifying!"

Az smirks and looks down at her. "Tsk tsk, such a foul mouth for a Priestess. At least insult me with something clever and less overused."