Jim
The wind had picked up, its fingers combed through Momo's hair. The gentleness of this action contradicted Ardon's own heart personality. 

Ardon was right, Momo never expected a pest infestation to be as pleasant as it was today. What made it so entertaining? Was it the old lady? Was it their new friends like Ardon said? Honestly, Momo already knew the answer. But the wind used its knuckle to keep tapping against Momo's head; it wanted Momo's to juggle more and more excuses. 

The wind dispersed quickly when Ardon approached Momo with his question. Yet again, the Titan loomed over the small elf.

A sensation suddenly flushed Momo's rosy cheeks, a feeling akin to when cold hands press against your face. It was the wind again. 

"Oh! You didn't do anything wrong! I just," The wind twiddled with Momo's hair again, "I just don't like having to keep looking up at you!" Using Grace, he braces himself and his furrow companion for a moment, before hovering three feet above the ground. The furrow would be delighted.

Momo would almost be on the same level as Ardon. "So... What're you going to do now?" 

Their faces now only gravitate a fair amount of inches away from each other. Momo was compelled to lean in forward, almost as if someone had been pushing him to be closer to Ardon. It must be the wind again.
David
"Oh I'm sorry if I'm too tall for us to talk properly if you want I-" *Ardon would say before he saw that Momo was now floating much closer to him! He gave a bellowing laugh as they both were now able to look at each other face to face!

"I was going to offer you to ride on my shoulders but you can fly too!!!" *It started to get fairly windy while Ardon was thinking of what to do now that he's finished the quest and its so late* "I-I was thinking of going to a tavern to celebrate. Would you like to go out with me there? Oh! I mean not like **Go out** Go out but like go in there? But that means like that we're going inside not going out cause we're already outside..." *This continued on for a bit as Ardon's face blushed a light shade of red. He really did want to take Momo to the inn if she wanted to aswell but he was just didn't know how to say it properly. 

The big oaf felt the wind push him alittle bit closer to Momo he didn't know how the wind did it but it did now their faces were only seperated by a couple of inches but he was to scared to make a move*
Jim
Normally, Ardon's fumbling of the words *In and out* Would make soft giggles escape Momo. Yet the thickness in the air didn't let Momo act normally. *What was Ardon's question? In and out?*
"I think..." Momo's face crept **In** Closer, begging for a-
And then Momo finally snapped back **Out** Of it. Once Momo had leaned in, the furrow had fallen off his shoulder! 

With paternal instincts, Momo swooped in to catch the furrow mid air. "Oh crap! I'm so sorry!" The furrow appeared to be fine; although now it was in a grumpy mood. Momo's eyes returned back to Ardon, and he could take a clear look at Ardon's expression. A tint of pink that seemed to fade into his red hair and a dazed stare like a dog waiting for a treat. It was an expression that embraced Momo with an unfamiliar warmth. *An emphasis on unfamiliar.* 

"I think!" Using Ardon's chest, Momo pushed himself to float a few feet away. "I have to go to *My* Inn! *Haha.* Before it gets," His finger points to the sky, "All dark you know? Have fun! At the tavern!" Momo concludes by ceasing the magic, letting himself back down to quickly jog more distance between them. But before he left, he turns back to look at Ardon. Only a simple simper was left for Ardon as a goodbye. 

The darkness finally set in and it completely shrouds the pathway Momo had just left. He returned back to the artificial city lights of New Salvania. 
Silhouettes bustle past one another, minding their own business and taking care of their own nightly agendas. Momo slips into this crowd to return back to his inn, becoming another face you pass by on the street to never remember again. 

Momo and Ardon were strangers just like this. Accidentally bumping into each other, apologizing, and eventually move on. That's all there was to it. The only problem was; Momo was missing the last step.
David
"O-Oh okay then... Goodbye" *Ardon looked towards the leaving Silnaro his face having a sad, disappointed expression and his shoulders slumped from the heavy feeling in him that was just there weighing down. He really wanted to spend more time with Momo get to know them in a more relaxed and non professional setting but it didn't seem like Momo wanted that

He looked towards his little furrow buddy taking his large finger and caressing the top of its head as he forced a smile. He so badly wanted to run up to them and just say wait please stop don't you want to talk more? He just couldn't, instead when Momo was almost out of view his usually loud and bellowing voice spoke softly* "Where's your inn?" *He felt another strong gust of wind just blow past him, his crimson red hair moving gently as he began walking towards the tavern.

While walking he just couldn't help but think that he let a large catch go back into the sea. That he just let Momo leave and that they might have changed their entire life if he hadn't let go! He just let her leave why?!? Soon Ardon neared the hustling and bustling city of New Salvania where once he entered the inn he just began drinking. The Titan contemplated alot while drinking, just staring out into the busy street lit by lanterns as the name Momo just repeated over and over his head*