The bubbly waves lapped gently in front of the couple, cresting and tumbling with the pulsing cycle of the tide. The setting sun had turned the sky into a breathtaking shade of orange. Wind swayed the coconut trees surrounding them, alive with birdlife. A moment seemed eternal in this beauty. The couple were the only people in sight.
The pair stood leaning towards each other, at ease completely. The man was young, and strikingly attractive. His face was framed by coffee locks and he looked strong, well-tanned and slender. His eyes were a indomitable grey. He may have worn clothes that were slightly scruffy, but a set of his shoulders, the straightness of his back and the protective arm around his companion gave him the look of royalty. He looked a king.
His companion was no less an empress. She had an unwavering look in her chocolate eyes, set in a dark-skinned face split by a smile. Mossy tresses tumbled down her back which blazed in the sun. She seemed elated, or rather, contended.
Nasuada had had this vision more times than she would have believed. The sunset, the zephyr, the salty air was all etched into her mind. If she could manipulate magic, this fairth might have been reckoned as the finest in all of Algaesia. She evoked Murtagh better than she could have imagined. She knew she would awaken up any minute now. Nasuada didn't want to.
