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Silas found Saphira twirling around an empty field, eyes focused on the stars above. She was wearing a lavender dress instead of her armour, allowing her to move more freely. Even so, she tripped, stumbling towards Silas and crashing into him with all the grace of a falling tree, sending them both tumbling to the ground. She broke into a carefree laugh she rolled off Silas and helped him up. When they were both standing Silas bowed, offering his hand.
“May I have this dance, my lady?” He asked. Saphira grinned, taking his hand and tugging him closer.
“Of course.”