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Amalia Did she have a good time? The best, Amalia replies, ardent and honest, the evening having been surprisingly enjoyable despite all her trepidation. How could it not, coming as it did upon the heels of such a wondrous event, a ceremony more magical than any she could dream? It had been the most beautiful, perfect day of her life, and she sends the certainty of that through the bond, radiating pleasure enough to hopefully drown out any lingering doubts. And then, with the slightest resurgence of tribulation, suddenly uncertain and anxious once more: Did you? The ease with which he takes her upon his back is unsurprising, their bodies always finding one another, supportive and supported in alternate measures. And I you, she replies with a grin, clinging with nimble paws to the muscles of his shoulders and enjoying the sensation of being taken for a ride. They continue in this way until evening falls, playing games and chasing shadows and exchanging happy words and ardor. She is content - more than - to linger in his orbit, ignoring responsibilities that gnaw like mice upon her mind. It isn't until dusk that she begins to prepare for the long trek back. They have stopped upon a floating island and are staring at the sky, eating the snacks she brought along, huddled together for comfort and warmth. "We should go see Sam," she murmurs against he husband's skin, coral lips pressed tenderly to the crook of his neck beneath his ear. "But I don't want to move." reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you