[Chrysannia Syl'lithar]

The twin suns were settled in the clear summer sky casting almost barely there shadows over the stockade city. Normally the breezes that blew over the city from the bay would have cooled the city, there was hardly a whisper. Many residents of the city had decided to stay within their homes trying to escape the oppresive heat. Then there were some that reveled in the intensity of the weather, they lounged languidly on frontlawns, chatted quietly on stone benches. Those few that braved the sun were soon red of skin and some became blistered and passed out they were so hot.

Even in the magical hanging gardens, the home of many a druid, was almost bereft of life. Here the heat was less intense, a act done by a few of the remaining druids, yet only a few groups littered the verdent lawns and gardens. Those few that sat and spoke with one another were covered head to toe in clothing that would cover their skin for protection.

Among them was Chrysannia Syl'lithar and Jaraelium Celerrond, the two lovers recently reunited after Jaraes absence from Syl'rosya. They walked close together, Chrys' delicate hand resting upon the elflords strong forearm. The two were garbed as if to match, Chrysannia wearing a dress of snowy white and a scarf that covered her luxurious hair and most of her face. The stoic lord forgoing his usual colors of grey and blue had chosen a suit of white with a brimmed hat to shade his eyes.

Not far behind the two marched a far older pair of elves, the chaperones of the lord and lady. Having only recently announced that they had been pursuing one another they have not had a single moment alone together. The last moment that they had truly been alone was almost two eras ago during a secret meeting within the Laughingwater. When either of the couple was vocal about the constant itrusions into their private space they were chastised about propriety. Most of the time the chaperones went unnoticed, the two forgetting most about them when together.

"How have you been since I last saw you three months ago?" The Silver Dragon asked of Chrys as they stopped to view a sculpture of some long forgotten elvish hero. "It may have only been three short months, but to me it was almost as if we were seperated by three eras. I thought about you constantly, I dreamt of you nightly, you were there looking at me with your golden eyes even as I stood on ceremony with Yssar in Imperia." His eyes watching her eyes closely.

"It has been far to long love." The sweet tones of the lady replied. "Those three months did seem longer then usual while you were away from home. Although I must admit I couldn't always think about you, I am afterall such a busy woman." Casting a smile his way the luminous orbs sparkling in the sunlight. Chrys had never been one to show any true emotion, often being called an Ice Queen or Heartless by many of her peers. She at moments found it difficult to express what she was feeling and thinking.

"Oh do not tease me so, you know how my heart aches for you when we are not together." His tone pleading as he stopped her and stepped in front of her. "I have been meaning to give this to you, long before I even left for Imperia, there just never seemed to be the right time." Fidgeting within his back pocket he pulled out a small wooden box.

"What is it?"

He slid the lid backwards slowly revealing a simple chain of silver with two small rubies set within it. The silver wrapped lovingly around the rubies that were so clear in color that they almost gave off a red tinged glow.

"Rubies I know are your favorite, there is one for each era that we have been together and I promise to place a new stone withint he bracelet every era from now on." Holding her angular chin in his hand he angled her face towards his. All the love in the world shown vibrantly within his eyes, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson and even the hand he held her with trembled ever so gently.

"Th-this is simply wonderful." Was all Chrys had to say before she quieted as he held her face close to his. The same look showed plainly in her eyes, eyes that were becoming like liquid gold as they glistened with unshed tears. Love was the most excurtiating pain that she had ever experienced, but it was not a pain that was unbearable, she could stand for months just like that, with him, in that moment.

The softest of touches, his lips upon hers...