Titanion Realm, Stoneheart City.
In the morning, a soft, ethereal glow suffused the castle. The air was so saturated with elemental energy that it formed a fine mist, which now caught the dawn sunlight in a breathtaking display of shimmering color.
Orion pulled his gaze from the window, looking down at the devastatingly beautiful face nestled in his arms.
A soft smile touched his lips. He didn't call out the fact that the Moon Elf Isilra was already awake. The subtle flutter of her eyelashes gave her away. His gaze drifted downwards, taking in the soft curves revealed by the sheets, a landscape made breathtaking by the gentle morning light.
"Isilra," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Aren't you cold?"
Ah!
Her eyes snapped open, wide and curious, a little confused. Orion didn't speak, just dipped his chin slightly. Isilra followed his gaze and saw herself.
Ahh!
