Home is Where the Heart Is

It seemed the road was her friend these days. A decent trek from her new home resulted in more information, catching up, and a painstakingly detailed portrait. She didn't want to think about how long she took, catching every last inch, shape, of the one, from jawline, to flowing curls, to stunning eyes she risked drowning in.

"You're blushing again," Aethon commented cheekily, as the duo continued across the sky, "you're thinking about that girl again aren't you?"

"And what if I am?" came the defensive response.

"Well, good for you. It's just...surprising seeing you so flustered. Usually you're polite, if cold, and exceedingly direct. Blushing like a maiden in love? That's a new look for you, but it's a nice change."

"Really?" The assassin couldn't help but be taken back a bit, though she recovered rather quickly. "I'm not in love."

"Uh huh. Do you honestly expect me to believe that? I've never seen you put so much thought into drawing a portrait. Sure you're a perfectionist always, but this..it was like you wanted her to see what you see. Hell, wanted the world to see what you see. I'll admit, she's very nice to look at, but so is everyone and their mother in that group. It's like they refused any ugly applicants. 'Sorry, we only accept the bold and the beautiful here.' What about her has you hooked? Maybe her sunny personality? Sex appeal? Social butterfly that's as sharp as a whip? I know opposites attract b-" the bird let out an oof from Rene's love tap, the assassin's face red as a tomato.

"Enough. We need to focus," Rene commented, attempting to change subjects.

"Mmmmhmm."