"Sure is." Oblivious to the newfound matchmaker's schemes, Kyro focused on fishing.

"Right? Jiya would love to, a shame I forbade her from doing it alone." He patiently dropped another hint, again the fox didn't get it.

"GO ASK HER, WOULD YOU!" The man shoved him out of the riverside.

I can't wrap my head at how someone this smart could be this clueless, It's gonna be tough! But don't worry my daughter, I'll help you however I can. And if all else fails… just move on. There's plenty of fish in the sea.

The old man sighed wishing his daughter the best of luck, since every drop seemed much needed. And so, he got back to his time specifically cut out for relaxation.

"Are you up for an adventure, candle thief?" The fox waved at her, interrupting her solo archery practice.

"Certainly, wig destroyer." Smiling broadly she accepted in a heartbeat.

They enthusiastically slipped away from the village, keeping themselves out of Madame Ju's sight to preserve themselves from getting an earful. It was a talent of hers to spoil fun.

Outside, magic bubbles with flies trapped inside emanated from a water pond flowing to a green lake, where some frogs popped them to get their daily snack. 

Thus at every bubble popped up a new melody rang, some were melancholic, others jubilant and most fascinating was that these sounds combined harmoniously in a spontaneous concert.

On the green water, large multi shaped leaves glowed floating. Kyro and Jiya hopped on them, they couldn't sustain their weight and sank. Underwater, they stared wide eyed at funny looking fishes circling them.

Swimming back to the top for air, a frog got attached to Kyro's head. He was flailing his arms in hopes to get it off him, whereas the animal remained as still as a statue.

"It's a cool accessory." She teased, ignoring his pleas to rescue him from the green thing.

"Really? That fish on your head looks great too." He responded friskily.

"Ack!" Jiya ruffled her hair to get it off her, perceiving there wasn't a gill on her, she gave him an annoyed glance.

"My bad, poor eyesight." He grinned deviously, shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay, I had it coming." Laughing, she decided to give him a hand.

"There, let me help you." She couldn't pull it out, it was glued on him."... So what do you think of having a pet frog?" 

"As if! Shoot it!" Kyro shouted, the fly-eater was breaking cold sweats.

"Are you sure?" It didn't resonate with her, he didn't like killing. Why would he suggest it?

"Shoot it, cut it! Whatever gets it out of me!" He blinked at her, then she got it.

"It'll be quick, froggy." Playing her part, slowly pointing the arrow at the creature who ran like there was no tomorrow.

"Let's get out before something else volunteers to be my hat." He was shivering at the thought, it was an experience he'd rather not repeat.

Drying themselves at the margins of the lake, they sat on the grass to sunbathe for a while. There was a small camp of flowers nearby, very exquisite plus colorful ones. Kyro picked up a black rose and gifted it to Jiya.

"Let's go, It's getting late." The sun would set soon, time passed by fast they barely noticed.

"Already?" Jiya sounded reluctant, like something was bothering her.

"Why? You don't like the village?" He tried to understand her aversion to returning.

"It's not that I dislike it." She looked around, admiring the spectacular view.

"At the same time that it's guarding us from the dangers of this world it's also keeping us from its wonders…" She trailed off, pensively gazing at the black petals.

"As much as it's a shelter, it's also a prison." Kyro finished her sentence.

"And my dream is to be free from it, but the first thing that comes to mind is whether I will ever make it back home." She braced herself.

"It's an impossible dream, isn't it?" The wind swept the flower away from her grasp, her lips curled in a conformed smile.

"It is an unattainable goal…to be completely rid of danger." He meticulously caught the flower in order to not damage it.

"But you just want it to be less dangerous, right?" He stowed the rose back on her hands.

"Yes, I do." Jiya beamed at his encouraging support, she really felt that if they attempted to turn the world less deadly, they could do it.

Without delay, the two made their way back, holding hands for no particular reason. No pretext, just because they felt like it. And like this, their exploration came to an end.

Jiya kept the flower, it was pretty, also a reminder of a good memory, for as long as it lasted before withering. She even had in mind where to place her, beside a certain undying lantern.