Chapter Thirteen: The WildsAt dawn's break, they set out again, this time bound for the Gahara Plateau. The mage had fled there with his charges and Melia was convinced her mother was still among them.
Aeron was simply grateful she was accepting the idea of being a part of his life. His faith in their life together was unshakeable, despite her fears of it being folly. With the agreement to belay any discussion of their future for now, Melia relaxed and became accustomed to having him by her side. Their nights were spent under the stars, adjusting to this new part of their relationship, exploring each other without friends and family watching closely. It was very liberating. Alone, they were simply Aeron and Melia, not the elf and mortal bound for tragedy.
Aeron wished it was like this al
