They were in the library in Belhalla — both of their families were here, which meant they were together again. The letters they wrote to each other were dense as always, but it didn't match meeting him face-to-face. Tailtiu, still half a head taller than him, brushed her fingers along book spines just above him. He dug his way through old atlases for reasons he kept to himself. "Azel?" she started. "If we —" we? him and her? them and Lex? her and Lex? "— could go anywhere, where would you want to go?"
"Huh?" The library had a draft; she did not bring her cloak. "I have to be home by dark."
She huffed. "If you didn't have a curfew!"
Much like his fire tome, his arms barely fit around the atlas he pulled off the shelf. It was long, unlike his heavy tome. He cocked his head to the side, bangs falling with it. "Anywhere?" His birthday was in a few weeks, but his soft face made him look younger. It fitted him, she thought — the way the cogs of his brain visibly turned, the mirth in his eyes, how quick he was to help her. He was polite, almost to a fault, but stubborn when she needed him to be. "Silesse," he decided. Would their cheeks turn the color of his eyes? Their lips the color of her ha- "Not that Lex likes the cold. Why, he winters with us!"
"I dunno about Silesse," she added, as if he gleaned her mind.
"Where would you go?" Fair Agustria? Mild Yngvi? She thought of them in Silesse, a boy on either side, her hand in one of theirs. Lex's were too rough.
"Silesse," she landed on.
"I dunno," he mocked. Any thought of being sweet vanished.