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despairing spiral of ‘ oh God I’m stuck here .’ It was a start, she supposed.
Dinner seemed louder than usual, and when Crystal leaned over to Gerralt and mentioned it, he rolled his eyes in exasperation and pointed towards a different table, where a gaggle of women were laughing and cheering and shouting, Mellia at the center of them.
“Mellia’s wedding guests have begun to arrive,” he explained. “I plan on avoiding them to the best of my abilities.”
“Aww, not much of a partier?” Crystal teased.
“I will party at my own wedding,” he replied, “and none other. Kings do not party.” He sounded far too serious.
“But they do have sex in gardens,” she shot back, grinning over the edge of her wine glass.
Gerralt nearly choked on his own wine and offered her a faintly scandalized look. “We’re not exactly in private here,” he pointed out.
“Neither was the garden.” Crystal smiled innocently.
“It’s not like I’m going to start telling everyone all about it,” she assured him. “I would much rather keep all of the details all to myself.”
Gerralt rolled his eyes. “This is not an appropriate conversation for the dinner table,” he pointed out, but he was fighting back a half-smile.
“You don’t seem to mind,” she replied in a sing-song tone.
He scoffed. “You’re being ridiculous,” he replied. “Too ridiculous to speak with.” He made a show of turning his attention back to his dinner.
Crystal snorted indelicately and picked her wine up again.
It was after dinner that they truly got to spend time together without dozens of other people crowded around or taking up Gerralt’s attention.
“How have your lessons been?” Gerralt wondered, as he led the way into the stables.
“Well enough,” Crystal answered, as she set about leading her steed out of his stall.
Gerralt hummed thoughtfully and pulled himself up into his saddle. “You’ll have to prove it,” he said after a moment, and then took off at a gallop down the nearest trail.
“What—!” Crystal hastily clambered into her saddle, tugged the reins to point her steed down the trail, and then she simply held on as the gelding took off in Gerralt’s wake.
As the trail went on and on and Crystal got accustomed to the motion of the unicorn beneath her, slowly she sat up, until she could see ahead and actually offer the gelding some input, rather than clinging to his neck like a barnacle.
Gradually, one step at a time, they caught up to Gerralt and his stallion. He let them catch up and Crystal knew that—she had seen his stallion in a full gallop before, and she was pretty sure nothing could catch him then—but it made her feel good regardless.
When Crystal had almost caught up, Gerralt’s stallion slowed so they could ride side by side, until the path through the trees finally gave way to sand. Crystal grinned slowly as the ocean came into view, the waves crashing down against the shore. Her gelding sped up to a trot again, pulling ahead. He waded into the water, until he was standing deep enough in the surf that the water was rushing around Crystal’s ankles and she could easily reach down to run a hand through it.
They rode peacefully along the beach for a time, Crystal’s gelding trudging through the water and Gerralt’s stallion looping in circles on the shore to keep from pulling too far ahead.
Eventually, though, something captured Crystal’s attention. There was a light shining in the distance, and as her curiosity got the better of her, Crystal steered her gelding out of the water to aim him towards the light.
“It’s beautiful,” Crystal said, once she could fully see it. Even from a distance it was enormous, towering towards the sky. It was a narrow spire, gleaming like platinum, with a silver crystal that had to be the size of Crystal’s gelding at the top. The crystal glowed brightly, bathing the water and the ground below in silver light.
“It’s a lighthouse,”
Dinner seemed louder than usual, and when Crystal leaned over to Gerralt and mentioned it, he rolled his eyes in exasperation and pointed towards a different table, where a gaggle of women were laughing and cheering and shouting, Mellia at the center of them.
“Mellia’s wedding guests have begun to arrive,” he explained. “I plan on avoiding them to the best of my abilities.”
“Aww, not much of a partier?” Crystal teased.
“I will party at my own wedding,” he replied, “and none other. Kings do not party.” He sounded far too serious.
“But they do have sex in gardens,” she shot back, grinning over the edge of her wine glass.
Gerralt nearly choked on his own wine and offered her a faintly scandalized look. “We’re not exactly in private here,” he pointed out.
“Neither was the garden.” Crystal smiled innocently.
“It’s not like I’m going to start telling everyone all about it,” she assured him. “I would much rather keep all of the details all to myself.”
Gerralt rolled his eyes. “This is not an appropriate conversation for the dinner table,” he pointed out, but he was fighting back a half-smile.
“You don’t seem to mind,” she replied in a sing-song tone.
He scoffed. “You’re being ridiculous,” he replied. “Too ridiculous to speak with.” He made a show of turning his attention back to his dinner.
Crystal snorted indelicately and picked her wine up again.
It was after dinner that they truly got to spend time together without dozens of other people crowded around or taking up Gerralt’s attention.
“How have your lessons been?” Gerralt wondered, as he led the way into the stables.
“Well enough,” Crystal answered, as she set about leading her steed out of his stall.
Gerralt hummed thoughtfully and pulled himself up into his saddle. “You’ll have to prove it,” he said after a moment, and then took off at a gallop down the nearest trail.
“What—!” Crystal hastily clambered into her saddle, tugged the reins to point her steed down the trail, and then she simply held on as the gelding took off in Gerralt’s wake.
As the trail went on and on and Crystal got accustomed to the motion of the unicorn beneath her, slowly she sat up, until she could see ahead and actually offer the gelding some input, rather than clinging to his neck like a barnacle.
Gradually, one step at a time, they caught up to Gerralt and his stallion. He let them catch up and Crystal knew that—she had seen his stallion in a full gallop before, and she was pretty sure nothing could catch him then—but it made her feel good regardless.
When Crystal had almost caught up, Gerralt’s stallion slowed so they could ride side by side, until the path through the trees finally gave way to sand. Crystal grinned slowly as the ocean came into view, the waves crashing down against the shore. Her gelding sped up to a trot again, pulling ahead. He waded into the water, until he was standing deep enough in the surf that the water was rushing around Crystal’s ankles and she could easily reach down to run a hand through it.
They rode peacefully along the beach for a time, Crystal’s gelding trudging through the water and Gerralt’s stallion looping in circles on the shore to keep from pulling too far ahead.
Eventually, though, something captured Crystal’s attention. There was a light shining in the distance, and as her curiosity got the better of her, Crystal steered her gelding out of the water to aim him towards the light.
“It’s beautiful,” Crystal said, once she could fully see it. Even from a distance it was enormous, towering towards the sky. It was a narrow spire, gleaming like platinum, with a silver crystal that had to be the size of Crystal’s gelding at the top. The crystal glowed brightly, bathing the water and the ground below in silver light.
“It’s a lighthouse,”
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