Nimue leaned back against Maric as the wind rushed through her hair. Up here she was free. Up here she was truly Nimue. No rules to follow. No one to answer to, Just her, and Layla and the wind and most importantly, a man who loved her and she could love in return. With a joyous laugh, she held her arms out as if they were wings and felt Maric tighten his hold on her. Using her knees, she guided Layla to swoop from one side to the other and Maric's arms nearly cut of her air supply. Leaning back against him more, she turned her face up to him and kissed under his chin along the soft skin of his neck. She hoped he would kiss her fully and on his own accord.<br/><br/>When Maric had taken control of the crowd he had become much more than the shy boy/man that she was learning to understand, but then he became a force to be reckoned with and what woman could resist a man who was so masterful? Her arms ached to hold that man in an embrace. Would that he would pour forth is power and take charge when they were alone.<br/><br/>"Maric, I'm going to direct Layla to go to Avalon, but when we arrive, I don't wish to stay for several reasons, but one, I don't wish Layla to be put at risk and that mob knew where I was from because of my tattoo. I want you to tell us where we are going and what we are to do. I will follow you to the ends of the earth and live in abject poverty if only I can be with you."