39 Ymiden, Arc 721
The evening had gone quickly, and the couple began to make their way back to the room they had changed in previous to the feast. Elisabeth hadn’t broached the subject of staying overnight with Balthazar, but the young mage was hoping he would be receptive to the idea. Considering what had occurred, more than anything, she just wanted a trial with him. No Element work or settlement matters. Just them.
Of course, with herself and the man she loved, it was never that simple. Even if things weren’t right in front of them, they both were the type that continued mulling topics, situations and information over and over. They understood that about each other and accepted it, but still…she had hope.
Oddly enough, away from the Ballroom, it never seemed like anyone else was around, yet if one needed something, someone was always around. She let her mind stew on that for a moment before she allowed her fingers to intertwine with Balthazar's, squeezing his hand gently. “So, stay or go? I’d prefer to stay, but if you must get back, I understand. I appreciate you coming with me tonight.”
Behind them, sauntered the now exhausted Sir Storm of Haven, having eaten his fill of fish bites, chicken and whatever else those kind fuzzy servants at the Feast had seen fit to feed him. In fact, he was walking a bit sideways down the hallway, but a very happy kitten all-in-all.
Finding the opulent room they had been assigned, Elisabeth opened the door and walked inside, once again struck at the beauty and comfort of what was before her. The giant bathtub. The beautiful balcony under Saoire’s stars. The giant bed with linen that look something like a cloud. Setting down her things gently on the table, the raven-haired young woman kicked her slender heels off and padded barefoot out to the balcony, desiring a closer look at the stars.
It had been a madcap trial, filled with just about every emotion one could feel, and yet, Elisabeth wondered what Balthazar thought of it all. It hadn’t been a normal trial in the least for either of them, and arguably, he was in the position of being most affected. It was all new information to him; she had already lived it. And died. And lived again. Forgotten, and then remembered. It was all very timey wimey, to be sure, and the energy coursing through her made her tired, and energized, all at the same time.

