Synopsis: A drabble. Basically Indik being impatient as his character has always struck me as. Not to say he doesn't know how to wait of course.

Author's Note: Poor Cadvan! Wouldn't the sight of of running into walls drunken and blindfolded be humorous? Warning: this could be considered spoilers for the singing, although it is very withdrawn from any sort of plot. As I said just a drabble.

Young Love

Indik never considered himself brilliant, he'd never had time for that sort of thing. He simply gave everything he had to what he wanted, and then, as if by magic, or rather, a very archaic branch of the gift--it worked out well in the end.

The end of course....often had mixed results. He considered not being dead phenomenal, a broken arm or soon to be scar, a sure sign of luck. Still, hating to admit it, for all of his skills in battle, people confused him. People who could not just, reach out and grasp what was in their reach...were so wearying. More tiresome than a day of hard battle. He had lived long enough to know he could always count on his intellect to save his flesh, but things were beginning to differ now, he saw. As if it were on the edge of his awareness. Something teased him, where even his quick wit and reflexes could not see.

Youth...he though, with a shake of the head.

He had not been the only one to notice the change. It had been but a year, but full of so much uncertainty and danger. He found the two in a sadistic sense, laughable. Of course when Silvia saw him looking after the travelers, brief as the wind or light passing through shadow, she would sport a grimace and shake her head. She condemned the laughter he had in his eyes. Indik thought many things about the two were ridiculous, but could never bring himself to think of them as fools.

Foolhardy, young, and overtaxed, yes, but they had faced their share of wounds. None of which, he decided had healed. Even if they had, there was always the puckering scar left behind. It brought apathy to their thoughts, their words, the doors closed their minds for all they could see.

And now, he knew that there was the crack of possibility, a shining through the keyhole of what might be.

It was just so damned irritating they couldn't just stop and see. For as much as he loved them, it was painful to see the two flailing with each other. The uncomfortable silence, or the half-intimate gestures that, confused as well as pleased.

The two made him want to pull his hair out.

Oh, just get a roo-- His private thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

"Don't get too excited Indik. They both have much to learn before their feelings come to fruition." Silvia said, sidling to his side, staring at the two people atop horses in the distance. "I'd rather like to think that it's the sweetest thing in the world; watching the two of them." She said with sigh.

Indik laughed, "What's so sweet about it? It's like watching someone who has their sight taken from them, (is intoxicated) and they keep crashing into the same wall. When, if they tried, they'd know the door handle was right before them."

Silvia laughed,"You are impatient friend," she stated demurely, as the powerful Bard she was. Her eyes blinked back unreadable emotions,"I think that I would find that sort of thing extremely amusing. Especially if it were Cadvan who was the one intoxicated." Indik rolled his eyes, the chuckle he felt threatening his argument.

He averted his eyes and breathed, "As you say."

Silvia shot him a look, and gave a soft 'tsk...' of triumph.