Clary and Jace walked slowly and silently towards the Hall. Things had changed so much in Idris since the battle. The protective wards were back up and the threat was gone. Idris was returned to it's former glory, as Jace remembered it. Just like his childhood times, people were out and about in the streets. Visiting each other in houses all across town. Visiting shops that were located close to the square in the center of town. People no longer felt the need to be wearing their black leather armor. Many Nephilim carried a few blades but that was merely a precautionary meausure. Their country was saved, all thanks to Jace and Clary. As they walked many people stopped to greet them, thank them, some people even bowed the traditional bow of respect, with a blade held across their chest. The pair of teens actually jumped the first time a Shadowhunter man pulled his blade, but he merely held it lengthwise across his chest and bowed to them. With raised eyebrows, the couple continued on their way.

It was much the same affair as they got closer to the Hall of Accords, where the Clave were stationed. More and more figureheads of the Clave stopped to offer their praise to Clary and Jace, and they realized just how little the average person knew. Most people were unaware that Jace had actually 'died', they didn't know that the Angel Raziel had actually been summoned and that Clary used him to bring Jace back to life. Anytime Clary or Jace tried to explain, the Shadowhunter they were talking to would simply right it off as a hallucination due to the trauma of the situation.

Clary and Jace arrived in time and they dropped of the drawing. Many exclamations of it's greatness resulted, which immediately disproved Jace's theory that it was the special angel blood in him and Clary that allowed for the recongition of the symbols' power. .

"It's perfect!"

"So much power!"

"The symbols seem alive!"

"You truly have a gift, child!"

"Magnificent!"

The pair endured this for quite some time before they felt they needed to leave the Hall.

"You're blushing crimson," Jace informed Clary as they descended the steps from the Hall. She shook her head, as if trying to shake away the blood in her cheeks. Without seeming to think about it, Jace reached over to grab Clary's hand. His hand was warm and soft, but Clary could feel the strength in it. Instead of going back to Clary's house, Jace led them in the opposite direction. Clary glanced at his face and there was a tiny smirk in his lips. Sensing her eyes, he glanced down at her. He grinned, and the expression brought a beautiful light to his gold eyes.

"What?" He asked her.

Clary just shook her head again, the corners of her lips tugged up and she couldn't help smiling back at him. She let him tug her along over a small wooden bridge that went over a clear blue creek. There were almost tp their destination before Clary realized where they were going.

"The Fairchild manor?" Clary asked, confused.

"I have something to show you," Jace promised with a smile.

Jocelyn's childhood manor was magnificent. It was not one of the biggest in Idris, but it had an elegant natural look. The manor itself was housed in a small clearing of trees. Lilac and lavender plants offered their beautiful color and aroma to the scene, which was more picturesque then Clary could have imagined. A flagstone path wound towards the light maple wood door. The honey colored lines in the door enhanced the combination slate colored marble, and red granite stone that made up the home. Bright sunlight filtered through the trees' protective leaves. If felt like nothing could go wrong in this fairytale setting. The whole look was more homely then any of the huge, but lonely manors by themselves in the countryside. Clary's fingers itched for a pencil and paper in order to draw the scene.

Jace laughed lightly at Clary's awed expression and tugged lightly on her hand.

"C'mon," he said in a gentle voice. Clary could see the excitement in his eyes, she could tell that whatever he wanted to show her was something he had planned for awhile. Jace led Clary along the path while Clary fought to absorb as much of the scenery as she could. Jace retrieved a key from his jacket pocket to unlock to the door. Something that Clary had never seen him do before. Jace always used his stele. She noticed that he wasn't even carrying a stele. That served to confuse her. Clary was about to question Jace, but when the door swung open the words died on her lips.

If it was possible, the inside was even more beautiful then the exterior. The front door opened to a cozy living area that housed plush chairs, and a single stuffed loveseat. This room seemed to be themed in the color red. The walls held a rich dark red paint. The wood furniture was a lovely red tinted rose wood. The upholstery was a light cream color. The hardwood floor was light maple wood but with rich reddish lines throughout. Clary could see Jocelyn's artistic touches everywhere, from the paintings of magnificent landscapes on the walls, to decorative pottery that sat on many of the tables.

All too soon, Jace tugged on Clary's hand again. He pulled her down a hallway and past many open doors. Clary tried to peer into each room that they passed, and she quickly realized that each room was themed around a different color. An office space was the stunning color of a setting sun. Paintings on the wall depicting sunsets in different areas, beaches, lakes, mountainous landscapes, caught Clary's eye, and she knew that her mother had painted them all.

"I can't believe she would ever leave this, when she got married." Clary murmured more to herself then to Jace. His grip tightened just a tiny bit.

"Luke said that she really loved Valentine." he replied.

"I know, but it's so beautiful here." Clary said wistfully. This place explained why Jocelyn was such a good artist; she had so much inspiration as she grew up.

"Believe or not I didn't come here to show you the scenery." Jace said with a laugh. "I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" Clary said suspiciously.

Jace dropped her hand and entered a doorway to his right. Clary followed and was assaulted by her senses. The room was a burst of color. Themed in a light blue the room had a very airy feel to it. The bedroom's furniture was a very light oak wood. The floor was a cushy light blue carpet, the walls of the same hue. The bedding was a pure white color as was a plush couch that sat below a bay window with a fabulous of the woods and the clean, pure creek. Jace was sifting through a closet with his back to her, so Clary took the moment to gaze at the paintings around the room. Various scenes, such as a beach with vividly white sand, and sky the color of the walls hung in clean white frames all around the room.

"Clary?" Said Jace from behind her. She spun around to see him holding a lumpy package in his hands.

"Here you go!" He said cheerfully.

Clary slowly unwrapped the package to reveal a pair of very worn fighting boots. She stared at them for a moment before speaking.

Without looking up she said with as much enthusiasm as she could. "Um, thanks! I needed a new pair of boots."

Finally she looked up to see Jace standing there with a huge grin on his face, his hands clasoed behind his back like a childs'. Clary smiled at him.

"Oh come, on" he said as he pulled his hands out from behind his back. "Boots? Really? I'm classier then that you know."

In his hands, was a small light blue velvet box, wrapped with a small white satin bow.

Clary could feel her eyes widen and she dropped the fake gift down onto the bed so she could throw her arms around Jace's neck and hug him tightly.

"Oh, thank you!" she whispered into his ear.

"You haven't even opened it yet!" he laughed in response.

A huge smile on her face, Clary stepped back to gaze at Jace lovingly. He handed her the box and dropped to the bed to watch her open it with an impassive expression. Clary sat beside him, her eyes already occupied by the parcel. She carefully slid of the bow already planning on keeping it. Now Clary held her breath as her fingers pinched the edges of the box. She opened it slowly to reveal a shimmering strand of diamonds. The cluster of gems on the bracelet was simple, yet elegant. It was a stunning collection. It was beautiful, simple, it was her.

"Jocelyn gave it to me." Jace whispered. With his gentle fingers he brushed back a strand of Clary's hair while she still gazed down. When she looked up her eyes must still have been shocked at the magnitude of the gift for Jace said:

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to get you something myself? I thought that you would--"

Clary silenced him with a kiss. She smiled around his lips.

"I love it," she whispered. "It's perfect. I couldn't have asked for anything better."

Jace still seemed unsure.

"Are you sure?" He questioned. "I could get you something. This isn't really a gift from me so…"

He trailed off and Clary smiled again. She shook her head.

"No, I love it. Help me put it on." Clary offered her wrist, and Jace's fingers swiftly caught the clasp. He turned the bracelet around so that the diamonds glimmered from the top of Clary's wrist.

Clary leaned in to lay her head on Jace shoulder. His strong arms move to hold Clary. They sat like that for some time, with Jace occasionally leaning down to touch his lips to Clary's. Eventually the bright light began to fade from the room.

"We should go," said Clary. She didn't want to move. From the moment, from the room, from the beautiful house. She just wanted to stay here, her and Jace, for the rest of her life.

Jace must've been thinking the same thing for he said unwillingly, "Yeah, you're right."

Jace stood and helped Clary to her feet. They followed their footsteps out of the house, Jace pausing to lock the door behind them, before they began to head for home, hand in hand, through the twilight.