Leliana had taken great measures to make sure that she had not checked the stranger’s identity at the party and thus she has no idea that the kind gentleman had been Jakub. Still, she knows that the young stallion has been working hard to find those still displaced from the war, and her heart warms for him. There are so few with such a pure heart—so few with such loyalty, with such true intentions.
So her smile is kind when she glances up, feeling his presence on the shores.
She does not teleport—although she could—and instead makes her way from the heart of the volcanic land where she had been resting toward the beach. As she walks, she continues to heal the land around her, pulling summer flowers from beneath the ash and clearing away the destruction. It is slow, tiring work, but over the months, she has made headway. Not all of Tephra bears the scars of the war.
When she reaches the beach, she glances down at the way the ash has begun to build up here and slowly begins to clear a path through it. As she walks, it dissolves—leaving the golden sand underneath. She cuts her way until she reaches the water and then she slowly begins to step in after him. It is soothing, the water crisp on such a warm summer day, and she exhales softly as she relaxes into it.
As she pulls up beside him, she angles her lovely head in his direction. For perhaps the first time since he has known her, the magic has receded from her eyes. It still burns within her, but not out of her control. Instead, she begins to feel it coil beneath her hand, responsive and natural, but not poisonous.
Her gaze is soft, the eyes gold and green in their hazel, and flowers bloom in her mane.
“Jakub,” she says his name kindly. “It is good to see you home. You have been working hard.”
it's only you and me there until the darkness calls
let's face the dawn together; we'll brave whatever comes
@[Jakub]
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