The first time she heard the word, it had caught her off guard. She and Callum were sitting on the steps leading to the Dragon Queen's chamber, going about their usual verbal sparring.

"There's no way me ears are that big." She scolded him as she glared at the open pages of his journal. She looked pointedly at his latest creation, a sketch of her petting Zym in the very spot they were currently sitting in. He had been adding details to the drawing while they cuddled together, enjoying the rare moment of quiet.

"I didn't make them big." He defended himself. "Only pointed, because they are."

The elf shook her head in disapproval. "Ya made them almost as long as me head!"

For added emphasis, she waved a hand beside her face, gesturing to her actual ears. The boy looked up from his drawing and studied her for a second. His green eyes darkened as he concentrated on the body part in question. His stare was a little unnerving to the girl, but he seemed to either ignore or simply not notice the way she began to squirm and awkwardly try to catch his gaze. After what felt like hours, the young artist looked back to his page. His eyes then flickered back and forth between his sketch and his muse. She could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he took her critique seriously and compared his work with the real thing.

His lips finally parted as he appeared to be preparing a retort, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by the sudden interruption of one of their friends.

"Hey Callum!" The familiar voice of Soren, a Crown Guard, called out to them from across the foyer. In his large arms, he held baskets filled with bread and fruits. "Quit flirting with your girlfriend and come help me feed the troops!"

The younger boy blushed and sighed as he closed his book. "Duty calls." He mumbled to her, a hint of an apology behind his words. He handed her the leather-bound pages and placed a quick kiss on her cheek before standing up to meet Soren outside. She returned his gesture with a small smile and watched him go.

It had only been a few days since the final battle against Viren and his mutated army. Many of those who had fought in the battle were still camping at the base of the Storm Spire. The Spire itself could only house so many people, not to mention how difficult it would be for Callum and Ibis to perform the special breathing spell on all those people. So they found it best to let the armies rest on the ground before they returned to their proper homes. Thanks to Callum's new ability to sprout wings where his arms should be, it had made traveling from the top of the Spire down to the ground and back up again much quicker than taking the endless stairs. However, his skill also meant he had to be gone at different times throughout the day, which made alone time all the more difficult.

But their lack of bonding time was not what gripped her thoughts as she sat alone on the top step. Instead there was a word that the older blonde had used that replayed in her mind on a loop.

Girlfriend?

The word made no sense. Sure it may be easier to say than "the girl who is your friend" or "your friend that happens to be a girl." But it still sounded wrong. Besides, she was not just Callum's friend. She had it on a pretty solid record that her relationship with the human mage was well beyond that of just being friends. Perhaps Soren was just unaware of the change in their status? It seemed hard to believe, even for someone as slow to the mark as Soren. They weren't hiding their relationship and Callum always seemed so eager to tell people that they were now "a thing" as he referred to it.

"But why else would he call me Callum's girlfriend?"

The question nagged at her as she left her spot and went to return her love's sketchbook to his room for safe keeping.

~#~#~

She had honestly forgotten about the word after that. At some point in her thinking, she had finally decided that it was no more than just Soren's playful teasing of the teenage prince and left it at that. She had meant to ask Callum about it later, but when he finally returned, the question had slipped her mind.

It was not until two days later that she remembered and this time, the strange word was used by Callum himself. It was deliberate too. The humans were preparing to leave the Spire and begin their journey back to the human kingdoms. It was her first time back on the ground since she first climbed the steep steps of the mountain with Callum, Ezran, and Zym. Callum had wanted to come say his goodbyes and had invited her along. She did not know many humans, but she was familiar with a few by this point. She especially wanted to spend every second she still could with Callum's brother, who had become like a little brother to her as well. So she had agreed to join him, even if leaving Zym was making her anxious.

When they had first arrived at the temporary camp, they helped with the packing. Though Ezran was a King now and Callum was still a Prince, they all still felt the need to lend a helping hand in the clean up. As the three were working on wrapping up a tent, they were interrupted by a group of somewhat familiar looking humans. Corvus she remembers, the burly brown man kept his confident stance beside a woman leading them toward the three kids. She could not name the woman, but her white robes and pointed look made her seem like someone of significance. On the woman's other side was Callum's Aunt Amaya, who Rayla probably knew best among the group. She respected the general and she was glad that the feeling seemed mutual now.

Ezran was the first to look up and acknowledge them. He greeted them with a polite smile and nod, stopping what he had been doing to meet up with them. Rayla stared at them for a moment, then shrugged and went back to helping Callum fold the fabric of the tent. She figured it was just "Kingly Business" that did not concern her. That was, until the woman in white called out Callum's name. They had just put away the remainder of the tent, so the prince moved to join the other humans. On instinct, Rayla moved to follow him, then quickly stopped herself. This was probably a human thing. Part of his royal duties. It was strange to think of him as royalty. Sure she would frequently mock his royal title, but to her, he was just Callum. An up and coming mage who loved to joke around, doodle in his book, and talk about his feelings. He was her best friend and the only person she has ever fallen in love with. He was a prince, yes, but she saw him as so much more.

She was surprised when he stopped just a few steps ahead of her and turned to give her an expectant smile. He even held out his hand to her, waiting for her to come along. She was not sure if she was actually welcomed to participate in whatever conversation the humans were having, but Callum made it clear that he would not be joining them without her. With a grin on her face, she ran up beside him and eagerly took his hand into her's.

They approached the group of adults together, stopping to stand at Ezran's side. Rayla studied their faces to try and gauge their reactions to seeing her. Corvus looked perplexed as he stared at her and Callum's intertwined hands, but he did not seem to disapprove. Amaya gave the young couple a knowing look instead, along with a small smile. The only person Rayla has yet to meet was the blonde woman who had called them over here, but if she was surprised to see an elf and a human holding hands, she did not show it.

"Prince Callum," the older woman greeted respectfully, adding a short bow that made Rayla feel slightly awkward. "I am saddened to hear you will not be returning to Katolis with us."

The boy gave her a polite nod in return. "I wish I could come back and help Ezran, but we've talked about it and we agree I am more needed here."

The woman nodded in understanding. "Yes, with your new elf companion." Her eyes fell on the elf in question. "Well I hope you know she is welcome to return with you. Do not feel that you must stay behind to be with her."

Rayla's hand tightened around Callum's and her friendly demeanor began to crack. Heat rose in the boy's cheeks and he quickly exchanged a look with his elven counterpart.

"Oh erm uh, thank you Opeli, I'm glad to hear that. But the main reason we are staying is to take care of Zym. Rayla and I will be putting together a new Dragon Guard. I'm also going to try learning some more magic while I'm here too."

Opeli regarded the couple thoughtfully, their discomfort clearly unknown to the advisor. "Of course. Might I add, Prince Callum, that your friend and I have not been formally introduced."

"Oh, right!" The boy looked apologetic as he gestured his free hand over to the girl at his side. "Rayla, this is Opeli. She's a royal advisor to the King and a member of Ezran's council." He then waved his hand over to the blonde. "Opeli, this is Rayla, my...girlfriend."

He said the word slowly, as if he were tasting the word on his lips and enjoying hearing the sound of it. His chest swelled and his posture straightened as he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. The silly mage was practically beaming and for what Rayla did not understand. For she was incredibly pissed.

~#~#~

"Girlfriend, eh? Is that really all you see me as?"

She had been giving him the cold shoulder since their conversation with Ezran's royal council and Callum had been trying to fix whatever he had said or done wrong to upset her so much ever since. But the poor prince was struggling to get it out of her all day. At least until they reached her empty room in the Storm Spire, where she finally felt comfortable enough to voice her frustrations. Though Callum still wore a look of utter confusion as she glared at him with her arms crossed over her chest, awaiting his response.

But all he could sputter out was a befuddled "What?"

Rayla let out an indignant sigh. "I know us being together is weird to people." She began as she started pacing the room. " I know not everyone is going to approve. It will be plenty hard for me to tell Ethari and the rest of Silvergrove about us, but I wasn't going to lie to them, Callum. I was going to tell them the truth about us, even if I'd be the first elf in history to be ghosted twice!" She came to a halt just inches in front of him and held up two fingers for added emphasis.

"Wait, Rayla, what are you talking about?" He blinked at her as his mind raced to keep up.

"I'm talking about how I love you enough that I'm not afraid of others knowing about it. And up until now, I thought that you weren't either, but clearly I was wrong." She bit back as she folded her arms again. This time her angry stare came with a few tears pulling in the corners of her eyes, threatening to roll down her flushed cheeks.

Callum hated seeing her like this. He did not understand what was causing her so much anguish, but he could not stand being a part of it. He felt his own anger begin to bubble up in his chest, but it was more so at himself than at her.

"Rayla, what do you mean? Of course I'm not afraid of that! I was the one who asked you if we should tell the Dragon Queen just a week ago! And I told Ez, and my Aunt Amaya, and Ibis, and...and...Rayla I've told everyone about us!" He flailed his hands in the air as he looked on to her with exasperation.

His dramatic flare did nothing to dampen her hardened glare. "Yes, but only as your girlfriend." She stressed out the friend part of the word with the venom of a Soulfang.

Callum blinked at her, his baffled look not leaving his face. "Yes, my girlfriend. What else would I call you? Is there some Moonshadow elf word for girlfriend I should know about?"

The elf gave him an indignant scuff. "We simply call it 'a friend.'" She bit back in retort.

The mage just stared at her and his voice dropped low. "But Rayla, you're so much more to me than just a friend."

Rayla's hard stare faltered silently at the shift of his tone. She shuffled her weight and crossed her arms over her chest. With her eyes downcast, she spoke up again, softly this time, "If I am, then why do ya keep callin' me your friend?"

Callum straightened and his mouth fell agap. He stood there silently searching for the right words in response to her admission. Friend. How could she possibly think that she was just a friend to him? Of course they were friends, best friends in fact! But they were also something so much more.

"Girlfriend, Rayla. You're my girl...wait." And then it dawned on him. The real reason this argument had come about. The misunderstanding that he was sure would have come around at some point in their relationship and here it was. The inevitable cultural clash. "Rayla, do you know what girlfriend means?"

"Of course I know what it means. I'm not daft!" She objected before quickly adding, "It means a girl who is your friend."

Callum's face instantly morphed with understanding, a relieved grin spreading across his lips. "No, it means the exact opposite."

It was Rayla's turn to look dumbfounded. "What?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but stopped short. He thought about it for a moment, trying to decide the best way for him to explain. "Girlfriend is what someone calls the girl they love." He started, looking back up at her with an affectionate glint in his eyes. "The girl they have a 'thing' with." He pointed between the both of them. "Don't elves have a word like that?"

The elf stood astonished for a moment, simply staring wide-eyed at the human boy. Then his words finally soaked in. Her cheeks felt hot as a crimson blush creeped it's way up her neck. She quickly averted her gaze and rubbed the length of her forearms.

"Well now I feel stupid." She admitted in a small voice.

Callum's grin fell as he caught on to her embarrassment. Closing the space between them, he gently ran his hands over her wrists and pulled her crossed arms apart. He slid his fingers over the back of her palms and intertwined their fingers together.

"I've never heard someone be referred to as a girlfriend before, but I know Ethari used to call Runaan 'my heart' and my parents used to call each other 'my love.'" Rayla explained, visibly relaxing under his touch. The boy simply smiled reassuringly as he listened to her. "Calling someone yours is the most endearing you get. At least to a Moonshadow Elf."

"I'm sorry, Rayla."

Her head snapped up at that. "Sorry? For what?"

"I should have asked you if it was okay, to call you my girlfriend that is. I was just so excited by the idea of actually having a girlfriend and one as beautiful and amazing as you are! And everyone else was calling you my girlfriend so I guess I just started using it too."

She nodded in understanding. "I should have asked about it earlier. But I had honestly forgotten about it until today. I don't mind being your girlfriend, Callum."

The boy perked up at that.

"Now that I know what it means." She quickly added.

His smile returned and he gave her hands a loving squeeze. "Well maybe I should call you something from your culture, my heart." He flashed her a toothy grin.

She shuddered and shook her head. "Bleh no, that's way too sappy."

Her disgusted expression earned her a laugh from her prince. "Well now I've got to call you that." He teased as he pulled her closer and gave her a flirtatious waggle of his eyebrows.

She scoffed at him, yanking her hands back and taking a step back. She tried to shoot him the deadliest glare she could muster in that moment, which was only slightly scary. "Don't."

Her command only made him laugh even harder. The sound of his laughter filled the room and made her heart feel lighter.

"Okay, fine, but I will find something that you'll like." He declared with an unusual amount of confidence.

"Good luck with that." She deadpanned as she turned to walked away, but she was stopped by the raise in his voice.

"Wait!" He called out and she paused to look back at him over her shoulder.

"What are you going to call me?" He asked as he caught up to her.

"I call you lots of things." She offered before smirking at him. "But maybe I'll try boyfriend."

He blushed. "Ha, more like manfriend." He joked while lifting his arm to show off his lean muscles that he had been building since the start of their journey.

His girlfriend rolled her eyes and nudged his side, but laughter still escaped her lips.

"Stupid Prince."