The night was warm, stars swirled in the milky darkness above you. A soft breeze carried a gentle air of romance around camp, even if everyone else was asleep.

Gale gently held your wrists, he was guiding you to perform some basic magic. The air crackled with traces of the weave— as well as tension between the two travellers.

When you cast the spell, a small explosion of magic wrapped tightly around you, pulling you closer to the wizard who had so kindly helped you. Everything seemed more beautiful for a moment, Gale by your side, channelling the weave with you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Gale whispered, though his eyes weren’t focused on the magic around you, instead settling on your face. “Very beautiful.”