Night had slowly settled over the small wooden house, though it was hard to say whether it was truly night or merely another courtesy of the Central Realm trying to imitate the outside world. The luminous flowers on the walls glowed softly, casting golden reflections over the room, while the vines near the window swayed without wind. The air carried the recent warmth of low laughter, lingering kisses, and an intimacy both of them had waited far too long for.
Kael lay on his back on the bed, partially covered by the pale sheets. Sylphie rested over his body, naked beneath the thin fabric that barely covered them both, her head resting on his chest and her long white hair spread across his skin like strands of moonlight. She looked satisfied in a deep, almost serene way, as if part of the restlessness accumulated over a century had finally found a place to rest.
