Wind down for the night.

That evening for dinner, everyone joins you in the Great Hall, even Peony who can now travel wherever it is that you do. Laira isn't working for once, and the high vampire herself, albeit lurking at a table by herself, is there as well. When you offer to join her, however, she says that she'd rather have time alone to think, so you join Niki, Eva, and Amara, as well as others around them, for a joyful meal and satisfying drink.

You make your way out to the winding roads outside the castle gates. There, the sun has already set. A dim crimson glow radiates up from the horizon--possibly an image only you can see, at least in this region, as you stand high up in the mountains overlooking the empire of Tivera, therefore you're granted a longer day if only by little. After passing by the various homes, you climb the southwestern watchtower, up the dark brick walls, and to the battlements. There you're truly given a view to soothe the mind. Without the pollution of modern lights, the sky is filled with an ocean of swirling galaxies, with a moon nearly full bright overhead.

That's when you hear soft footfalls coming up the same way you did. You turn and see a gorgeous, pale woman, almost like a spirit bathed in the moonlight. Her hair shines like golden jewellery, and she casts an emerald gaze filled with an immediate warmth upon you as she takes a moment to stand afar, back near the stairs leading down. Amara, still dressed in her Earthen drip, finally makes her way towards where you stand.

"Are you enjoying the view?" she asks softly, then staring off towards the horizon.

"I am, especially now," you say--tongue in cheek line, but in such a tone that she knows you mean well.

In fact, she looks back to you with an immediate pink glowing in her cheeks. She giggles, purses her lips, and glances away once more. It's not as common to see Amara bashful, but it's always a treat when you're able.

"May I ask you something?" she finally says after a moment of quiet recovery. "I may have asked you before, but I am afraid I do not remember."

"Yeah. Of course, Amara."

She smiles wider, brushing a hand back through her hair--beneath the brim of her cap. "I enjoy when you say my name," she speaks softly before continuing. It's a surreal view still to see her this way. Certainly fantasy outfits are wonderful and sexy in their own right, though seeing her wear something so close to home is almost like a reality slap in the face. Of course, it's an enjoyable slap. "Do you remember back a long time ago, when we traversed Deeproot Forest with Lady Tesgella, or uhm, Nyllia perhaps I should say, and there were not enough tents for us all. You chose to sleep in mine over the tents of the other girls. Was there a reason?"

"To be honest with you... I just wanted to sleep in yours more. Uh, not for a weird, perverted reason. You're just a wonderful woman, Amara. Beautiful, kind, and so caring. I'd like to think anybody would desire what I was able to get back then."

Amara steps closer. In the dimness of night, she stands like a beacon of light beside you, and her gentle fingers caress down your arm, which causes you to shiver. Then as her hand meets yours, she curls in her grip and holds your hand tight. Then she gazes off the edge of the battlements along with you once again, this time remaining quiet for awhile. The gentle breeze, which may normally have a chill, is hardly an issue with the warmth of Amara at your side, though it blows her glittering golden hair to the side.

Until finally, her hat pops right off and nearly flutters away!

With incredible reaction time, you reach out and snag it above her head. Then you hand it to her with a sigh of relief.

She squeezes it against her chest. "Thank you," she says with a giggle. "Perhaps there is no reason to wear it with the sun asleep."

"Though it does look great on you. Just like everything else."

"Stop that, silly," she says, patting you softly with her cap in a playful way. Then, once again holding your hand, she leans in close and rests her head on your shoulder. "Is this... our date?" she asks.

"If you want it to be."

"I do. More than anything."

"Is this much of a date for you?"

"This is all I ask for."