So We Met In A Tavern.

Green grass.

"Come Isilme!" He gleefully says. "We are finally free of this prison!"

She giggled. "I'd hardly call Icewind Dale a prison." Her blue elven eyes look to him.

"I'm sure the gardens at Silverymoon are what brought you to Mielikki. No doubt its comparison would serve to assert my claim." He replied.

"Yes!" She says playfully, reaching out to take his hand. "As well as the Temple of Beauty, no doubt, a place you've insisted on talking about since the day we met."

"Well, that's because no place is as lovely as The Temple of Beauty." He affirms. "The very day I had arrived in Icewind Dale, my initial thoughts were on its snow-covered landscape, it truly is quite beautiful, I will admit. But it wasn't long before the cold sets to your bones and dries the skin."

"Taking a daily bath here is a chore in itself." He looks in the direction they are heading.

"If the information is correct, we can pick up a ship at Fireshear. We can head down the coast for a short distance, then pick up Triboar trail to Silverymoon."

He stops to adjust his tunic of Sune the firehair and finger combs his long red hair.

"Rynor?" Her free hand moves down to pet the scales of the gold wyrmling walking next to her. "I-im not sure I'm ready.." she looks down as Auri nudges his jaw along his drakewardens thigh.

Rynors' green and caring eyes look upon her. "The only way we unite you with your father is to prove your innocents." He reassures her.

"Yes... but I held her when she died... being back there...its just.." she begins to drift off in thought, trying to make sense of it all.

"I left for a reason, so I wouldn't have to face it!" Her voice begain to crack as she tries to keep her emotions.

Rynor wraps his arms around her and kisses her forehead. Casting Calm emotions, he lifts her chin so her eyes meet his. "How about we travel in that direction...." he smiles."No promises to go in... and we can turn and go someplace else at any time."

"How's that sound?" He asked

Isilme smiles back and nods.

To look at Rynor, one would see a prestine cleric, insistent upon cleanliness, daily bath routines, and one who, with all practicality....avoided anything remotely dirty.

It would be easy to dismiss him as an inexperienced fighter as his cleanliness extended to his armor that bore Sunes personage upon his shield.

A follower of the Lady of Beauty, he had grown up in the finest of environments by the most beautiful people as an example to him.

To assume all of this would be easy, however, his time spent in the frozen wastelands of IceWind Dale have proved differently.

Isilme had met Rynor in a tavern. In Ten Towns, where everything is dreary, dirty, and cold. Except for Rynor.

He had stood out umongst the equally dreary citizens of Ten Towns. Often in a comically way.

Today, she walks south with him hand in hand, drudging thru the knee-deep snow. Looking at their hands, she smiles. And when a small giggle had escaped her lips. He paused and gave an inquiring look. "What is it?"

Smiling in reminisce, "I'm just thinking of the day we met." Her eyes sparkled from the light off the snow and ice around them.

"I'll admit. I remembered your beauty... but not much more." He replied. "You stood out against everything in town."

They move forward once again as her memory recalled that day:

She had left home, accused for her own mother's murder and she ran. Isilme had found her way north and eventually hid in a quiet corner of a tavern when an obnoxious, overly positive red-headed human male burst in looking for a bath house.

She grinned again, lost in thought. For as annoying as he had started as, he was the only one serving up complements wherever he could find it. He was the only thing clean, honest, kind, and beautiful that was to be found in Icewind Dale.

In their adventures, he was the only one who listened, encouraged, and lifted her from the dark place she had found herself in. And what started out as an annoyance, turned to tolerance, and eventually, when she had noticed how jealous Auri got around them, that she found love with the one man who never seemed to quit talking about it.

It seemed that Sune had a loyal and faithful servant in him.

They had been walking for days, and she was in quiet reflection of their relationship when he broke her thought.

Over the last few hours, there was no longer sight of ice, and the snow was barely covering their boots when he shouted in excitement.. "I can't believe it! look!"

The snow had blinded them for so long that her reflex action was to hold up her hand up to shield her eyes.

Rynor quickly removed his boots and ran across the melting snow barefooted, he stops and turned around.

Isilme looks down at his feet and smiles, knowing he longed for this exact moment.

"Green grass!" He says

Under his feet, Rynor had found a patch of grass.