“I spy something that is black.”
    “Hmmm… a raven?”
    “Nope.”
    “How about a crow?”
    “That’s the same thing as a raven.”
    “No it’s not dear. They’re similar but not the same.”
    “Whatever, just guess something else.”
    “Alright. Is it a shadow?”
    “Close, but no.”
    Obsidian wrinkled her brow in thought. She looked around for inspiration, but all she saw was the forest on either side of the road. What was black and similar to a shadow? After several moments she still couldn’t think of anything so she said, exasperated, “I give up. What is it?”
    “Your hair,” Fintan replied with a smirk. He’d been trying to stump her ever since they’d started playing this stupid game, but Obsidian’s sharp eyes rarely missed anything. His did though, which meant that he was often the loser and that he didn’t catch site of the hand coming towards him until it collided with the back of his skull.
    “Ow, hey! What was that for?” He cried, rubbing the back of his head.
    “Don’t be such a baby,” Obsidian told him with a roll of her eyes. “And it was for breaking the rules.”
    “How was that breaking the rules?” Fintan asked incredulously.
    “It has to be something I can see too.”
    “But you can see it! Look!” He grabbed a lock of her long hair and pulled it in front of her face.
    After a brief moment of disbelief Obsidian angrily grabbed his hand and pushed down on a pressure point, making him let go. With a scowl in his direction she finger-combed her hair back into place.
    “Sorry. But I was just trying to prove that I wasn’t cheating. Face it sugar, I beat you fair and square.” He grinned and rubbed his hand ruefully; he hated it when she pushed down on pressure points. It always hurt more than he expected even though he’d experienced it many times before.
    Obsidian knew he was right- she just didn’t like to lose. Grudgingly she said, “I’ll admit defeat, just don’t grab my hair again.”
    “Glad you see things my way, sugar,” Fintan responded with another cocky grin.
    “Don’t push your luck dear. So it’s my turn now, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Ok. I spy something that is black.”
    “Your hair.”
    Obsidian looked down her nose at him with an ‘I-can’t-believe-you’re-that-stupid’ expression on her face.
    “Well it was worth a try. Um… your sword?”
    “No.”
    “Eyes?”
    “Colors, I can’t see my eyes.”
    “I know, but I thought you might be trying to cheat.”
    “Well I’m not.”
    “Alright. Is it that cloud above the trees?”
    Obsidian glanced up, where there was a very dark cloud looming ominously on the horizon. “Sorry, no.”
    Fintan looked around, much as Obsidian had a few minutes earlier. Finding nothing he sighed and said, “Fine, I give up. What is it?”
    Smiling as widely as she possibly could Obsidian told him sweetly, “Your hat.”
    “No fair!”
    “How so?”
    “It’s on top of my head, I can’t see it!”
    Obsidian grabbed it and shoved it in his face, bringing them to a halt. “Now you can.”
    Fintan glared at her and snatched at the material, but Obsidian pulled her arm back out of his grasp. “Give it back sugar,” he growled.
    “No, I think I’ll keep it for a while. You don’t mind, do you dear?” She stepped out of his reach and placed the thing on top of her head. With another sweet smile, she watched him with unholy amusement in her eyes.
    “Sorry but I do mind,” Fintan responded angrily, snatching at it. Again Obsidian evaded him, and he just stood there staring at her. “Come on sugar, give it back.”
    “Does Fintan miss his hat?” Obsidian said in a simpering tone, pouting in a sarcastic manner.
    “I mean it Obsidian,” Fintan warned.
    “Oh, I’m shaking in my boots.” Her voice was dripping sarcasm. “Honestly dear, if you’re going to threaten you have to mean it.”
    With a curse Fintan lunged forward, knocking them both to the ground. Obsidian was too surprised to stop him so he was able to get his hat back easily. “I did mean it,” he told her smugly.
    Obsidian didn’t answer; she just looked up at him with a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
    “What’s wrong?” Fintan asked when she didn’t respond.
    “You’re sitting on me, dear,” Obsidian answered, more red creeping into her face.
    Quickly Fintan rolled off of her with a blush of his own. “Sorry,” he mumbled, dusting off his hat and setting it snugly on his head.
    “It’s ok,” Obsidian told him as she sat up, glancing at him and then at the sky. The cloud from earlier was getting closer, driven by the wind that had begun to blow. “We’re going to have to find an inn to sleep in,” she commented.
    “Great,” Fintan grumbled, glaring at the cloud. He usually liked rain because it blocked out the sun, which meant he didn’t have to cover up his silver eye, but he did not want to go into a crowded town and sleep in a filthy inn.
    “Cheer up Colors,” Obsidian said with a grin, jumping agilely to her feet before holding out her hand to him. When Fintan grabbed it she pulled him up and continued. “We probably won’t be able to find one anyway.”
    “That is good, but we’re going to get wet,” Fintan complained, in a bit of a bad mood now. He loved his hat. “We’re going to drown like turkeys.”
    “Don’t whine dear, it’s unattractive,” Obsidian told him, not unkindly. “We’ll find some sort of shelter to hide out in, don’t worry.”
    In reply Fintan grunted and fell in step beside her, glaring at the clouds that rumbled with distant thunder.
    After a few minutes of silence Obsidian sighed and said, “I’m sorry I stole your hat. I didn’t know it would bother you this much.”
    “I’m not still mad about that,” Fintan responded with a shrug. “I just don’t want to get caught in the downpour that’s all.”
    “Rain isn’t that bad unless it’s cold,” Obsidian said, relieved. “And anyway, it wouldn’t do you any harm considering that you won’t take a bath,” she added, eyeing him.
    “After that first charming experience? No thanks,” Fintan shot back sarcastically.
    “How many times do I have to apologize for that?” Obsidian asked with a roll of her eyes.
    “A lot.”
    “Well I’m done saying I’m sorry for something that happened over a month ago.”
    “But you almost killed me!”
    “I’ve almost killed you lots of times, why should then be any different?”
    “Because that was after you saved me.”
    That drew Obsidian up short. She hadn’t known he thought of it that way. In fact, she hadn’t really known he was grateful for it. Of course he was, but he’d never said anything that came so close to a thank you.
    “What? You did save me,” Fintan said, watching her think.
    “I know,” Obsidian said, focusing her eyes on him. With a smile she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him briefly. “Thank you,” she said when she pulled away.
    “For what?”
    “I don’t know. For reassuring me, I guess.”
    “Oh.” Fintan was silent for a moment, contemplating that. After a long stretch of silence he said, “Well, it’s my turn I guess.”
    Obsidian nodded in agreement, slightly disappointed at his very un-romantic (though in-character) response.
    “I spy something that is red.”
    Obsidian looked around, but all she found were the greens and browns of the forest. There was nothing red that she could see; she wasn’t even wearing any. “I don’t see anything red,” she told him, arching an eyebrow.
    “I do,” Fintan replied, pressing his lips against hers.