John
*Björn appeared a little suprised to see her reach for his hand, locking her small fingers with his. What was she doing? Whatever it was, he liked it. He had never felt someone's hand like that before. He listened to her speak about him, a blush covering his cheeks.*

*He almost begun to seek excited for a moment as she spoke about his voice, his scent, his touch. He slightly squeezed her hand as she spoke. He nodded his head as she listed these things off. Why was she so intent on saying this? He didn't care. He had never cared, he just enjoyed her voice.*

"...You, I care about. You're not just my friend, you're the only thing I have. I have Ves." *He gave a small nod as he spoke.* "Your voice, smell, touch, they all excite me." *He hesitated for a moment, as if he was about to do something... Yet he didn't. Some unseen emotion in his mind forbade it.* "I am... Happy you find comfort in me. Happy you call me your friend."
Christina
*I have Ves,* He said and the Kobold felt herself blush. Yet something was troubling about his statement. She was all he had. Was that why he tolerated her? Because he had nothing and no one else? No. She couldn't let herself believe that. He would have cared about her even if he had hundreds of friends. Their relationship was important to both of them. She had to believe that.

She squeezed his hand tightly and looked up into his eyes. He was blushing as well, she noted. And there seemed to be something he wanted to say. What could be on his mind? Ves wished she could know. "I am happy also," She replied. "The happiest I've ever been."

Wiping her eyes dry, Ves glanced around. The rest of the world slowly came back into focus. They were still alone on the beach, but some of the fishermen closest to them were looking their way. What did they look like from afar? Short and tall? Ves doubted any of their features would be visible from where the fisherman stood. 

"Should we keep going? I'm already getting hungry again and fresh fish sounds like the perfect lunch. We can ask one of the fishermen where the town is and what it's called. Maybe they can even point it out on the map."

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John
*Björn slowly smiled a bit wider than usual. Something about her being the happiest she had ever been made him feel so much better. She made him. Feel better... She was a joy. She was his joy.*

*He came back to reality too, looking around to notice the fishermen watching them. They probably looked like a parent and child due to the height differences. He didn't care, Ves was tiny and it served a use... As well as making her cuter... Stop it Björn!*

"Indeed. I have never eaten... Fish. What is it?" *He tilted his head like a lost puppy for a moment. Slowly, he stood to his full height, but never let go of her hand.* "Shall we go ask, together?"

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Christina
What an odd pair they made. It wasn't the first time Ves had reflected on this fact and it wouldn't be the last. She walked hand-in-hand with Björn down the beach, the waves lapping over her clawed feet and her tail twitching back and forth. She felt lighter now, like she was floating. It was a pleasant sensation. It made her feel tall.

"Fish? Like the fish in the rivers and lakes and streams? The animals that swim there with scales and fins?" She asked him. She was a little surprised he didn't know what they were. He was new to so many things! Even more so than she was. Well, Ves was more than happy to share with him what little she knew.

She peered out at the water as it splashed against shore. Catching a shining glint in the water, she pointed. "See those?" She asked. A small school of minnows were being washed in and out with the waves. They darted about rapidly, scales flashing in the sunlight. "Those are a type of fish. They're too small to eat though. Fish come in all shapes and sizes and they all taste a little different... Though I don't have too much experience with that."

She paused as she nearly stepped on something jelly-like in the sand. Tilting her own head like a curious puppy, Ves studied the thing. It didn't appear to be moving and she wanted to touch it, but some instinct warned her not to. It wasn't always good to touch strange things. "Hmm. Now *That*....I don't know what that is. How peculiar." 

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