"Rob us?"<br/><br/>He couldn't help but laugh as she spoke about the elf in the tent taking their things or even worse ravishing her while he was away. "First of all, dear, you know all of our valuables are locked up in the jeep," as he spoke, he produced the key fob for his jeep gladiator.  Something she knew was his second love in life.  She would always outweigh that machine in the love department.  Yet something about men, specifically human men and their vehicles just seemed unique and with how he treated that thing would make any onlooker wonder.  He valued his jeep as if it were a living thing, men and their toys.  Washing it and modifying it any chance he got.  Their Gladiator was definite off-road machine.<br/><br/>He smirked as he returned the key fob to his pocket as he continued.  "Plus, I would be more worried for the safety of that elf with her being left alone with you..." he chuckled as she wrapped herself about his neck, He could feel she was holding back her weight and didn't let kiss linger either.  Yet he pressed forwards with a deep kiss regardless.  Polished and clean or dirty and unkempt he loved the fairy for who she was.  Nothing about her was off putting, so truthfully the bad taste in her mouth he didn't even notice as he kissed her as deeply as she would allow.<br/><br/>Reluctantly, and she could feel it in his arms, he released her from his hug as he nodded.  "I didn't 'let' you eat anything, you we the one asking everyone else to try this and try that."  he chuckled.  "I'm pretty sure you ate moss at one point thinking it was shrooms or something, but I couldn't tell, and by the time I questioned you about it, well..." he chuckled again, this time more mysteriously, as he recounted their events from last night.  "You well...um... didn't care what went in your mouth." He winked at her and kissed her on the head this time before turning her.  "Hurry, go pee, I reek and need to get this dirt off me, I'll head back to the tent, grab what towels and clothing remains from the robber and I'll meet you at the water.  Without another word, just a wink, he turned and did just that.<br/><br/>Moments passed and he found that their tent was empty of the elf girl, yet their things were there still.  "See April, we're fine, today is going to be a good day." he spoke aloud but to no one as he grabbed random clothing and two towels to dry off.  He took a moment to hide the ring and the car keys inside of his pillow the best he could.  Even a trained thief would have a difficult moment finding them. In his left hand grabbed what soap and shampoo they had in a small travel bag and left the tent to head down to the water.<br/><br/>He could see how eventful the morning was turning out to be.  The stage crews were already adjusting things and sound checking the instruments and mics.  Almost half the venue was either still asleep in alcohol or drug induced slumbers, or they were out and about mingling or in the waters of the river freshening up for the day.  He initially searched for her but hadn't noticed her, so he found a small rock near a lesser populated area further up the river away from the venue.  The rock was large enough to hold about two people at the edge of the waters and was half shaded from the sun.  He removed his clothing, letting the dirty stuff fall into a pile on the ground next to said rock.  He left the clean stuff on the rock and sat quietly in his briefs as he awaited the love of his life.<br/><br/>The sun shone deeply through the shade at times, highlighting the deep bruise on his left side, where his fighting injuries were.  However, those weren't even the remarkable ones he had donned like badges of honor.  Older scars littered his right side, shrapnel wounds that accompanied burn marks that led from his right ribs up and over his right pec and onto his right shoulder.  Faint burns scattered along his neck but could barely be seen unless in the bright sunlight.  A single bullet wound also topped of the damaged canvas of his skin on the right shoulder where he had been shot.  He was a cacophony of tragedy all spilled out on his torso and arms to be seen.  This was his award for failing a mission so many years ago. He winced every time he removed his shirt, it was something April was helping him with.  She saw through the torn flesh and saw who he really was.  She found the beauty in him, yet he struggled to see past his failures.  She knew the story of what happened, she knew how he almost died that day.  What she didn't know about was the curse, or how that same dream continued to play over and over in his head.<br/><br/>His eyes were focused on the right side of his abdomen, as the scars, he could hear the Troll Shaman laughing as he blew up.  What was even odder than that, however, was a cold breeze that sent a chill up his spine.  An uneasy feeling sparked his anxiety as his eyes roamed further up the waters away from the festival.  Staring out into nothingness he shivered again.  Yet almost as quickly as that uneasy feeling arrived, it had left. A loud echoing mic check snapped him out of his trance and towards the stage.  His eyes found the fairy traveling down the pathway towards him and all anxiety seemed to fall away.<br/><br/>