Amora smiled kindly at Friar, "A pleasure to meet you." She climbed into the carriage carefully, lifting her skirt slightly so it wouldn't catch. The horses started moving. Friar Benson chatted with the two as he drove .<br/><br/>"If you haven't figured out by now, we are not going to any catholic shrine and at this point, I really could care less if you do anything spiritual tonight or tomorrow. You two need some time alone and away from the hum drum of every day life, and societal pressures. We are going to the sacred place of Contemplation; it is my own private religious order of monks who house budding sweethearts ... especially those society says should not be together." Amora glanced over at Drinian, blushing slightly. She wasn't expecting that was the reason she was going along with him.<span style="font-style: italic">So that's what he was doing last night...</span>she thought, looking back over at the Friar as he started talking again. The Friar passed a small wooden cross back to Amora, she fiddled with it, looking it over with surprise at how much carving could be in one little piece of wood.<br/><br/>The Friar made a quick comment, causing Amora to blush quite a bit. She wasn't thinking about doing<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>on their little trip, of all things! She leaned back intlo the seat with a sigh, watching the houses and other scenery pass by, when she felt Drinian rest his head on her lap. She looked down at him, smiling. "I take it you planned this entire thing, Drinian?" she said softly. It still felt odd to call him by his name rather than by a formal name, but she felt it was right. After all, they were going to spend some time together, and she knew he might be alright with that.