Seamless and natural, her arms slip around his neck to keep herself in place. He smiles again, and her heart lurches in her chest a bit. There's an ease to him tonight, contentment, and it's terribly arresting.
And she's well aware it has nothing to do with this jungle.
"Goodness, not the mountain walls."
Taravast was something else, though. It reminded her so much of Venice. The palace of the Doxe alone carried such splendor, for all that its owner was rotten. It would've been worth burning it to the ground.
She summons an orange blossom, but instead of weaving it into her hair like she always does, she tucks it behind his ear instead. "Stop pouting. Actual Alem was far worse."
skips.
And she's well aware it has nothing to do with this jungle.
"Goodness, not the mountain walls."
Taravast was something else, though. It reminded her so much of Venice. The palace of the Doxe alone carried such splendor, for all that its owner was rotten. It would've been worth burning it to the ground.
She summons an orange blossom, but instead of weaving it into her hair like she always does, she tucks it behind his ear instead. "Stop pouting. Actual Alem was far worse."