Fight the break of dawn

As Alys sat with her shoulder against Tal’s, looking down at the sketches, there was a warmth in her chest that began to blossom that she couldn’t quite identify. All she knew was that she was the happiest she’d ever been, and that where before had lain an endless stretch of loneliness, there now bloomed something new and beautiful and strong. She’d always thought her destiny would lead her to be alone, but the sureness now that she didn’t have to be - that she wouldn’t be - was something she had no words for. There was only him, only them , and in this moment, it was all that mattered. The seer packed away her journal and pencil with one last look at their shared vision, a happy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Tomorrow, she’d have to see about finding an architect who could help them put their plans into action. For now, though, she’d be content to stay up here, high above the worries of the world, sharing a perfect evening with her partner -her partner she thought giddily - for as long as he wanted to stay. At Tal’s reassurance, something tight and tense in Alys’s shoulders relaxed, and she twisted to wrap an arm around Tal’s chest as he squeezed his arm tighter around her. The smell of him tickled her nose, and she closed her eyes as she hugged him, content to just breathe him in. ”Thanks, Tal,” she whispered, and she didn’t just mean the offer to help her with the gods. She was grateful to bursting for him, for putting his heart out there, for his acceptance of her as she was, for the quiet affection that she’d come to appreciate so much from him… it was more than she could ever say or do, she was sure, but the feeling settled there under her skin all the same. alys glasse