Eulalie made her way slowly toward the river, the warm summer sun on her back. It was a perfect, beautiful day and she relished it. The sky was blue and dotted with clouds and a gentle breeze played with her golden hair. She looked over at Ulric as they walked side by side, and his dark curves and gilded eyes are as familiar to her as her own hand. It had been his campsite she had stumbled into after escaping Solterra, weak from days of relentless travel across the desert and her ordeals before then. He had taken her under his wing, cared for her, and in those earliest days spent in Delumine the man had been her only friend.
She smiled at his profile, and although they were visiting the Rapax on business she still welcomed the time to spend with Ulric. As a warrior of the Dawn Court, Eulalie had been eager to offer her services in the patrols. It was, after all, a part of her duty to keep those within Delumine safe, and if it too meant a chance for her get out for a time she was glad for it. Her earth brown eyes traveled, looking out over the river as it swept through the trees, rushing along its confines of steep banks and crumbling rocks.
“How have you been, Ulric?” she asked, her voice genuine and thoughtful. Even as she was ever alert of their surroundings, she was in tune to her companion as well. All seemed peaceful, as things often were in Delumine. “Things have been busy, I imagine,” the golden woman mused. With the turnover of the kingship to Somnus, Eulalie had no doubt that there was much to be done, keeping them all prisoner within the walls as they worked out the kinks and the details.
Her ponderings brought her back to another day not so long ago on the banks of this same river, as they mirrored the ones spoken then by none other than Somnus himself, although his had been said in jest. She had thought of him a few times recently, as his bright forest green eyes seemed to enjoy sneaking into her mind whenever they pleased. It was no good to languish over them without acting, and the ivory girl reminded herself to seek him out again soon. His presence had been refreshing and himself witty, and she should like to experience that again.
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