Wandering through the woods with you of all people was not exactly what Wind Archer had had in mind. He eyed you, curious but also rightfully wary. He hums, "Why did you choose this spot in particular? We don't often manage to go out..." he finally manages to ask. You pause. Well... dare you say, he has a point..?

Grinning in response, per usual because of how cool you are, you begin to animatedly explain why this spot was just PERFECT! It was perfect for a date!! How did he not see it yet? In the midst of your explanation, however, you wave a hand just a little too carelessly.

Fingers brush a leaf and flames begin to lick at foliage. The leaf lights up ablaze. Panicked, you hop backwards with a yelp. Wind Archer, swift as ever, he dives forward to blow off the leaf. The very man you'd planned to romance sighs, and he gives you an unamused look. "Let's go sit over there, why don't we..." and he motions tiredly to a log.

You cringe. Oops.

But, you seat yourself there. And all is well! So, again, you explain how great this place is. How perfect it is, because things were harder to actually burn up here, despite... y'know. That previous mishap. But, as you're explaining, the flowers from the tree above you two begin to fall. It takes you a minute to register the breeze causing the petals to fall.

Predictably, you begin to whine, claiming to be under attack by the delicate purple plants. Wind Archer, however, sits beside you calmly observing the birds weave through the sky and then shifting his focus to the flower petals being swept through the air. He glances at you, smiling a little, "They're just flower petals. You can burn them up again."

He tilts his head, raising a brow at you when you pull out the dramatics. Wind Archer seems only vaguely amused as you request to die in his arms. He sighs. "Really, Fire Spirit, the last time you tried to impress me a squirrel was burned."

Jumping up, you glare at me, declaring the squirrel to have been judgmental. Wind Archer smiles, "The squirrel was more charming than you are."

HUH?! What was he ON about?? In order to save your pride, you protest. Loudly.

"Mm, alright, alright..." he laughs, "I... suppose that maybe, you are as charming as the squirrel. Satisfied?" Wind Archer sets one hand on the log, gazing at you with a glint in his eye.

Handsome as he was, he was still comparing you to a squirrel.

Rude.