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  1. “I don’t know why I let you convince me to do this,” Tena complained as she walked beside Ani. He was staring around at the surrounding hills and little cottages, goats everywhere. Seriously, you couldn’t look at a place without seeing a goat. “This trip is making me hate goats,” she informed Ani. “Good for you. Oh, this place is amazing.” He looked like he’d never been outside before, or like a boy scout given the chance to get the credit of discovering a new species of ant. Tena was liking the trip too, she’d never seen mountains before, but Ani was having a heart attack over it. A little awestruck, but not wanting to show it, she looked around at the surrounding hills and mountains disinterestedly. The mountains looked like gods rising into the sky, with those areas of shadows and stone, all covered in lichen and stunted evergreens. They were amazing; piercing the clouds and standing watch over the earth. Guardians, that’s what they are. Kind of like Ani. She didn’t know where that thought had come from. She looked over at Ani, at his unbelievable height and proud stance. He seemed to sense that she was watching him and turned to meet her eyes. She thought she saw a flash of something in his face… like he saw her, and was trying to figure out what might be wrong with her so he could help fix it. He was her guardian, except that he was different than some in that he loved her as well as protected her. Would that make him more determined to care for her? But no. I can take care of myself perfectly fine, and I don’t know that he wouldn’t betray my trust if I allowed him to have it. She did love him, but in the past she’d never let anyone deal with her life for her, and was going to continue that trend. If she couldn’t take care of herself, who could? They continued to walk down the cobbled road between the single row of houses, Ani gawking like a tourist, and Tena taking pains to look like she wasn’t a gawking tourist. After a half hour of walking in silence, Tena and Ani were out walking along a wagon trail, beside a stream filled with visibly freezing cold water. Tena felt something click into place within herself as she looked around at the rocks and evergreens, breathing the cool air, smelling the fresh pines and wind. She loved it. Turning her head upward, she closed her eyes and breathed, stopping in her tracks. She opened her eyes after a moment, looking at Ani, then gesturing with a nod at a boulder nearby. “You can just talk to me, you know,” Ani said, looking her in the eyes. “Sorry, I know. Can we go sit on that rock over there?” She pointed at it. Ani nodded after seeming to get lost in his thoughts for a moment, then said, “Lead the way.” She walked over to the boulder, and looked at the side facing her. She loved rock climbing. She analyzed the face, picking out potential handholds. Then, she began climbing. After a moment, she stood on the top. She raised her arms to either side of her in triumph, tilting her head back and grinning at the sky. “Hey, how did you get up there?” Ani called to her, and she looked down at him, letting her arms fall to her sides. “I climbed the rock.” “Yeah. I can see that. But how? Can you help me?” “I’m glad to.” She loved helping people, for some reason. It was probably why she’d become an Edgedancer. She winced at that memory, and at the realization that the loss of her spren wasn’t all that painful to remember anymore. Having Ani around just seemed to fix everything. Tena guided him up the rock face, then grabbed his hand and tried to lift him up onto the top, but he was far too heavy. She was used to helping smaller people, that was for certain. He had to lift himself up the rock, and then sat down with his legs hanging over the edge. The drop was about ten feet. Tena sat down next to him, her irritation at him melting away as she rested her head on his arm, and turned her head to bite him lightly. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders after a moment, ignoring the nip since it was something she did fairly often (he had a scar that Tena had (accidentally) given him to prove it), and she scooted closer to him, loving, as ever, how warm he was. And the fact that he wanted to share his warmth with her, that he gave it to her without reservation. She wished that she could give herself over to him like he had to her, but something told her not to. She had to stay independent, not become reliant on other people. Other people could let her down. “I don’t know why I let you convince me to do this,” Tena complained as Anthony walked beside her. He had no idea why she was acting the Grinch so much; this place was beautiful. It still doesn’t compare to her. It was deep in the mountains, with the strange, rustic little houses and the wildness of the area, great trees in the valley, stunning mountains, crystal waterfalls and lakes. It also had goats. He didn’t recognize the little creatures when he saw them, but thought they looked like tiny horses. That was also odd, since he’d never seen horses in his entire life, as far as he could remember. “This trip is making me hate goats,” Tena continued grumpily. Anthony looked over at her, confused, then said, without thinking, “Good for you. Oh, this place is amazing.” He quickly looked away at the surroundings, which were distracting, though that wasn’t the real reason. He wasn’t sure why he had said that, and regretted it. He managed to stop the faint blush he could feel coming on, but it still wasn’t something he wanted to repeat. It really was amazing. Just beautiful. Thinking of that word made him think of Tena, the words just seemed to match, almost just one word, and he felt his eyes drawn back over to her. She was looking away at the mountains-- focusing on them, actually. She was gorgeous; her sharp jaw, prominent cheekbones, piercing eyes, like gems… He realized he was staring at her, and forced himself to stop, tearing his eyes away. Just in time. She looked at him, and he turned to meet her eyes. He looked deep into her blue eyes, an instinct, deep and primal, as much part of him as his heart or lungs, told him to find anything wrong so he could try to help her. Keep her safe, if even from herself, from any pain. She averted her eyes after a moment, and Anthony could’ve sworn he’d seen insecurity within them, if only for a second. That was big, coming from someone like Tena. Sure of herself, always confident… he wasn’t sure what it meant. They continued walking, and he turned his eyes back towards the surroundings. The mountains were impressive, strong, large, but they intimidated Anthony, at least a little. Merely seeing them reminded that there were things even bigger than him, and that was… strange. He was well used to being the biggest thing around, the strongest. He ignored that, pushing it down and just walking next to Tena, enjoying her company while watching the goats and trees. Seriously, goats were so strange. Tena and he walked outside of the village, and continued down a road into a valley, cut through by a clean, cold river. Looking up at the rock faces on either side of the path, the rock jutting out from slopes nearly covered by red-barked evergreens, gave him an odd sense of vertigo. It seems kind of silly that I’d be afraid of heights, given that I’m a foot taller than most, but… He craned his neck to see the top of the mountain and shivered. How could something be that huge? Tena probably asks herself the same question every time she sees me. Thinking of her made him look at her, just as she seemed to notice something. She gestured with her head at a boulder nearby, and Anthony didn’t know what she meant, so he said, “You can just talk to me, you know.” “Sorry, I know. Can we go sit on that rock over there?” That’s odd, Anthony thought. Did she just say sorry to me? She never says sorry to anybody. Does that make me special? He answered himself a second later. I’m her boyfriend, I guess I am special. And lucky. That last word… he always thought of it when he thought of himself. He was lucky, though. Despite all her faults, Tena remained his best friend, and the kindest person he knew. He snapped out of his contemplations and answered her question with a nod. “Lead the way.” Tena walked over to the boulder and stood before it with her Bow before me, mortals posture. Ani was surprised that the rock didn’t disintegrate into ash out of fear. Tena always seemed unstoppable, like a dragon in thrall of her realm. Or maybe something less dramatic than that. After a moment of staring the rock down, Tena started climbing. She swung herself up, mostly using her powerful arms somehow, and was suddenly standing at the top within ten seconds. So fast, Ani thought. How does she do it? When she was on the top, she spread her arms and tilted her head upward, looking triumphant and more like she was at the peak of a mountain than a boulder at the bottom of a valley. She was so… something undefinable. Beautiful, strong, in charge, graceful. More than that, even. Suddenly, he wanted to get up there so he could be with her, so he reluctantly said, unwilling to alter the way she was standing, “Hey, how did you get up there?” “I climbed the rock,” was her immediate answer, and she stopped looking like she’d conquered the world, her arms dropping to her sides as she looked down at him. “Yeah. I can see that.” She could be so Tena-ish sometimes. “But how? Can you help me?” Her face lit up. That word, ‘help’, always made her shine, because she had the soul of what she’d explained to him as an ‘Edgedancer’, one of which she’d apparently been until that one time when she’d turned Mistborn. She still hadn’t explained that to him, and he didn’t want to press her about it, since it had appeared to be painful and strange even for her. She gave him advice, and he climbed up the rock, the grain of it (he’d never known that rocks had grain) biting at his hands, though his far greater height giving him access to some handholds she wouldn’t’ve been able to reach. His weight, however, was another thing entirely. He didn’t notice most of the time, but he did weight a lot. Tena proved it when he held up his hand, unconsciously trusting her to help him up, and she couldn’t lift him at all, even given how strong she was. He felt bad about that, so he worked a little faster and got himself onto the top of the rock, turning around and sitting down with his legs hanging over the edge. Tena sat down beside him after a moment, and she rested her head on his arm, which he knew meant she wanted him to hold her, then nipped him. He ignored the slight pain that caused. Thinking of that little scar he had on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her torso lightly. She went closer to him and let her head fall back on his shoulder, closing her eyes (not before Anthony saw her irises, that lovely blue they had). He loved her so much. Just sitting on a rock with the cold wind blowing in his face felt like the best moment of his life, at least with her.
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