Ataline continued to laugh. "Nothing wrong with the word," she said softly. "Just its use in describing me."

Strider shook his head. "No one has ever called you lovely before?" He asked curiously. 'I find that rather difficult to believe."

Ataline laughed a little still, shaking her head. "You don't know me too well," she whispered.

"Apparently not." Strider chuckled. "I don't see why," He began. "I think its true. You are lovely."

Ataline smirked a little and shook her head. "And I think you might just be a little more crazy than you let on," she teased softly.

Strider sighed. "Fine. I'll pick another word. "Uhm... beautiful? Charming....well lovely just says it all."

Ataline smiled a little, shaking her head. "You're sweet," she said quietly. "But a little off still." She shook her head again. "Get some sleep, crazy ranger."

Strider snorted a bit. "I am not the one who is crazy, Lovely Ataline." He whispered, hunkering down under the blanket.

Ataline laughed a bit and shook her head. She turned a little, putting her back to him to be comfortable. She closed her eyes and easily started drifting off.

Strider fell asleep, and was nice and warm beside her. When it started to snow though, he curled up even closer.

Ataline slept pretty soundly, comfortable and warm. She woke early the next morning and shifted, slowly sitting up. She laughed very quietly and shook the snow out of her hair.

Strider shifted and murmured, feeling the warmth leave him. "Wha." He began. He sighed and sat up too, shaking his head.

Ataline glanced over at him and smiled a bit. "Morning," she said softly.

"Morning to you." He whispered. He looked around. "Well I'm glad we spooned for a night." He snorted. "We got snowed out."

Ataline laughed a little. "Well I was warm enough," she said softly. "You?"