Gavriel: Did Dex ever tell you about the time he got caught talking to his own reflection in the armory?
Serena: That didn’t happen.
The knot in her chest loosened by one degree.
Gavriel: Full fucking conversation. It was right when he became Commander of the Draken Forces. He was practicing delivering formations and disagreeing with his own suggestions.
Serena: No he wasn’t.
Her heartbeat slowed down, the rhythm aligning with Gavriel’s. He held her tighter and kept talking because talking was what he was good at. Talking while being dragged to the bottom of a frozen lake inside a volcanic crater was, frankly, the most on-brand thing he’d done all day.
Gavriel: He told his reflection it was ’thinking too small.’ I watched it happen for four minutes before he noticed me. He was pissed. Best four minutes of my life.
Gavriel: My arm is right here and it’s staying here, and if this lake wants you it’s going to have to take both of us, and I’m very annoying to digest.
Serena: I appreciate the commitment. I question the phrasing.
Gavriel: I’m hard to swallow then.
Serena: ....
Gavriel: And, for the record, the green magic seems to be working. I have no idea how. I’m choosing to be grateful and ask questions later. You should try it. It’s very freeing. I recommend it to all mages and control freaks.
She would have laughed if she wasn’t holding her breath. He felt it through the matebond, the laugh forming and then being caught before it could escape, because laughing underwater was a terrible idea and she knew it and he knew it and the fact that he’d gotten her that close to laughing a hundred feet underwater was either a testament to their connection or evidence that they were both profoundly unhinged.
Probably both.
The green light pulsed around them, strained and flickering at the edges but holding, pushing back against the dark.
Finally, the bottom appeared.
Faint. Shadowed. A floor of black stone materializing beneath them like a secret the lake had been keeping, rising out of the dark with the slow reveal of something that had been waiting at the bottom of this water for a very, very long time.
The arrow was embedded in the lakebed like a gold spike driven into the floor of the world. The light from it spilled outwards in a steady radius, illuminating what it had been aimed at all along.
A tall, golden dragon statue, carved with the kind of detail that made it almost look real. The rope had delivered them directly to its feet and dissolved, its job finished, leaving them standing on the bottom of a frozen lake before a monument that had been waiting in the dark longer than any kingdom above it had existed.
Serena swam upward, towards its head. Her white hair floated around her like pale silk, lifted by the water, catching the green.
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