Here's some attempted Noah x Morgiana fluff, requested by Magi Fan (a guest). I hope this is okay, fluff isn't really my specialty. Thank you for your review, and I'm glad you like our story!

—Noah; kiznais


"The sunrise, of course, doesn't care if we watch it or not. It will keep on being beautiful, even if no one bothers to look at it."

—Gene Amole


Noah isn't sure what had brought her to the roof of the hotel.

She should have instantly fallen into bed, but despite her exhaustion, sleep remained out of reach. Eventually she had pulled a book from the Sindrian library out of her bag and started reading, idly taking notes despite the book being in her possession. But she grew tired of taking notes, and sliding the book under her pillow, she pulled herself out of bed and left her shared room.

There was a numbness in Noah's hands, a hard pressure in her chest, as she sat on the edge of the rooftop. But it was lovely, she could see that: the city waking up as the sun was about to rise over the horizon, the old buildings looming over the streets, people preparing their shops for the day that was to come.

A wave of vertigo swamped her as she looked down, and Noah squeezed her eyes shut, gasping with nausea.

"Nice sunrise."

The sound of Morgiana's voice makes Noah flinch, and the herbalist slowly pulls herself back over the ledge that had suddenly grown astonishingly uncomfortable. Dizzy and a bit sick, Noah looked and saw that a sliver of sunrise now stood out against the sky.

"Yes, very pretty," Noah says, closing her eyes in an attempt to steady herself. She takes a deep breath. "Did I wake you when I left the room?"

"No," Morgiana lies.

Though the herbalist had been very careful not to wake Morgiana and Winter during her leave, the red-headed girl immediately woke when Noah pulled back the bed covers.

"Well," Noah says, pulling her knees to her chest. "I suppose we're too awake to go back to bed."

Morgiana nods silently, and surprises Noah by sitting beside her. Noah scooted sideways, making more room for the Fanalis, though their was an entire roof behind them.

Morgiana watches as the sun continues to rise, the cool wind gently blowing her red hair. Noah blushes, gazing at the girl as her eyes seemingly reflect the sunlight.

The herbalist finally turns to look at the sunrise, and for a moment she imagines the sun throwing up it's imaginary arms and yelling, 'I couldn't make her glow any brighter if I tried!'