Arven smiled as — expectedly but endearingly — Dove enthused about his travels to Mongolia. He offered his arm, and they proceeded to wander onwards along the trodden path as he told her all about Mongolia — its great sweeping plains, its scorching hot summers, its cultural norms, wizarding habits, great differences and greater similarities.

But even as Arven regaled her with his adventures, his mind wandered to a particular topic that had been concerning him. And so, when questions had been answered and there was an appropriate gap in which to smoothly change the subject, he looked down at his sweet bird and asked — "And now I have a question for you.

Dove, would you allow me to pay court to you? We'd still have our stolen moments, and more... but some semblance of approval would allow us to go out in public together. I'd even take you to dances. I have every desire to keep seeing you", he confessed in a more serious tone, stopping for a moment to kiss her hand; "but for that to happen, we can't keep sneaking around like thieves in the night."