The cool air of the upper terrace wrapped gently around them, carrying with it the soft hum of the Faerie Realm's endless magic.
Below, the gala continued in a sea of shimmering light and distant music, but here, high above the celebration, they were enjoying the extreme quietness of the environment. Everything was relaxed and more intimate, and the kind of environment that just soothed any potential nerves.
Queen Elyndra leaned lightly against the railing, her posture no longer the perfectly composed image she had presented before her court. Her wings drooped just slightly, their radiant glow dimmed into a softer, more scattered shimmer.
Jax remained beside her, one hand still resting near her arm, ready in case she lost her balance again.
"…Better," she repeated softly, exhaling as the cool air brushed against her face.
