A Meeting to Remember.

On a bright, cool, and sunny day, the Flying Wyvern service was in full swing, the Pacific type locomotive thundered down the regions main line. and on this day, Trevon was excited to be heading to a station he'd seen so many times before...Grizzledale.

Grizzledale is a small town along the main line. it's large enough to have a high school. And it's here we meet one of Trevon's love interests. Coming back to Trevon and Wyvern's driver, who's a dragon folk, a gentle sigh left the goblin.

"Somethin' on your mind?" The Nyssoril asked as he'd look to Trevon

"Yeah...You know that feeling where you see a girl you loved since high school, and never had the...had the.." Trevons face flushed...he was not one to cuss all that often.

"Hey, you've been co-driving this long enough to hear me cuss, I don't mind." Nyssoril said, a chuckle leaving the Dragonfolk.

"And you never had the balls to ask her out?" Trevon said, sighing some as he'd check the fire and shoveled a scoop of coal into the firebox.

"No, but I take it it's a problem that's not sitting right with you?" Nyssoril asked as he'd cut power to the locomotive, the chugging noise fading as the wheels made the clattering noise as it went along the rails Applying the brakes, the locomotive slowed down to stop at the station. Trev was lucky as he'd be getting off of his shift, where another stoker was ready to board.

"Yeah...it's a feeling I wish I could change." Trevon said as he'd sigh, beginning to leave the Locomotives cab. "I'll see you tomorrow, Soril!" Trevon said as he waved to the Dragonfolk. As he'd begin to walk away from the engine he'd see a familiar woman.

"L-Lyra?" Trevon asked, running to her, waving.

Lyra is a Tabaxi woman, with cheetah-like spots on her fur. She has Amber eyes and has some fur that is brushed to cover up an eye. She wears leather armor save for some iron armor that covers her right arm.

"Trev? What are you- How-" Lyra looked to the goblin, looking down to him, a faint smile on her muzzle.

"Well, I got off work and I take a smaller passenger train back home as a passenger. I'll spend some time in Grizzledale with you though." Trevon spoke, smiling to her, doing some finger guns, at the same time, his glasses lenses began to darken because of them being transitions.

"Trev, there's something I need to tell you-" Lyra began to say.

"I'm hungry...If memory serves..." He'd began to walk away, waving Lyra to go with him, which she does.

"Trev...I found someone." Lyra spoke. Trev externally looked fine, but on the inside...he hurt. He had the biggest crush on Lyra, and here's how it started.

(BEGIN FLASHBACK, 4 YEARS PRIOR)

Grizzledale High School, A place made up of mostly goblins for the sake of being in the middle of mostly goblin villages. Trevon smiled some as he'd step off the bus like days before. Fixing his clothing he'd walk into the school and to his locker...opening it he was blasted with foam, which startled the poor goblin, knocking him onto his rear end. Which of course was met with laughter...but before he could even react to wipe the foam off, the laughter was replaced by an angry cat lady.

"You think it's funny?!" The Tabaxi shouted, gripping the main bully by their horns roughly. "How about I drag your ass down to the potions class to dunk your head into the hot iron cauldrons as payback!" She'd add, surprisingly strong for her race.

"H-Hey!" Trevon said, a bit stunned but wiped his face off, shaking his head to remove whatever foam was left. "Wait, don't do it!" He'd shout as he'd follow her. Quickly getting in front of her and held his arms out to the side.

"No, scaring the piss out of him is e-enough." Trevon said, swallowing some. "Let him go."

After a bit of silence, Lyra lest the minotaur go, bringing a finger up to their face. "If I _EVER see you bully this goblin one more time. I will chop your horns off of your head and feed them to you in reverse. GOT IT!?"_

The Minotaur ran off, scared. Trev looked up to Lyra, smiling to her "T-Thanks, I-I'm T-Trevon, by the way." Trevon spoke, cleaning his glasses from any foam that was left.

"Lyra. Don't mention it, T-Trevon." Lyra spoke, sayin his name in a joking tone. After that day, Trevon had a fat crush on her.

(END FLASHBACK)

"Oh. I see." Trevon spoke, nodding as he'd look to Lyra, pulling out a chair for her and laterhimself. "May I ask who?"

Lyra sighed, sitting down across from Trevon, pulling herself to the table, doing her best to hide her growing smirk. "Well...He's short...green, wears glasses and has a penchant for trains." She said, waiting for his reaction.

"W-Wait...Me?" Trevon asked, his face flushing red from blush.

"Well, I never said you, but I do like a working goblin~" She'd say, a slight purr leaving her as she'd smirk more from the current topic.

"I-I uhm...uh.." He'd now get turned into a stammering mess, shaking slightly as he'd adjust his glasses. Lyra placed a hand on top of his.

"Breathe, Trev...Breathe~" She'd say, smiling to him. "Come on, I'll take us away from here." She'd say, leading the goblin away from prying eyes, bending down she'd gently kiss him, calming him down enough for him to not pass out. Once he was calm, she led him to her house.