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Allyson Locke
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Allyson Locke
//:The morning arrived gently over Zakuul.
Warm sunlight spilled across terraces of white stone and polished metal, catching gardens that climbed between ancient buildings and casting long shadows through plazas that had stood for a thousand years. The city had awakened long before dawn. Cafes had already opened their doors to the day's first patrons, merchants arranged displays beneath flowering trees, and somewhere in the distance, a musician played a melody that drifted lazily through the morning air.
Taiia stood quietly on the balcony outside their suite, one hand resting lightly against the smooth stone railing as she looked out across the city below. It was beautiful in a way only old places could be. Thousands of years had left their mark on the city without diminishing it. Time had given Zakuul a quiet grace that could never have existed in the days of emperors and conquest. The monuments still stood, but they no longer celebrated power. They had become part of the landscape, watched over by gardens, cafes, and generations of people who had built ordinary lives among them. Taiia smiled softly as she looked across the skyline. There was something deeply reassuring about that.
A gentle breeze stirred her hair, carrying with it the scent of flowering vines and fresh bread from the streets below. She closed her eyes for a moment, simply breathing it in. There was nowhere she needed to be this morning. No students were waiting outside her office. No council is seeking her advice. No crisis demanding her attention before the day had properly begun. For perhaps the first time in longer than she cared to admit, the day belonged entirely to her.
No...
It belonged to them.
The thought lingered warmly as she turned back toward the suite. The room behind her already felt lived in. Allyson had somehow managed to leave small traces of herself everywhere, despite only being there a short while. A jacket rested carelessly over the back of a chair where it had almost certainly been dropped with every intention of hanging it properly later. Two cups remained on the small table beside the window, abandoned sometime during yesterday's conversation when neither of them had cared enough to interrupt it. The bed had been left comfortably unmade.
It made Taiia smile. For so many years, she had imagined mornings like this. Not grand adventures or dramatic reunions, simply waking beside Allyson without wondering how much time they had before duty called one of them away again. She had always imagined those mornings would feel extraordinary. Instead, they felt wonderfully ordinary. That realization settled over her with surprising ease. There was nothing planned for today. Perhaps they would spend the morning exploring the old districts. Perhaps they would lose themselves among the markets, arguing over which stall sold the best fruit or stopping because one café happened to smell better than the next. It did not really matter. For the first time in a very long time, the destination felt far less important than the company. Taiia heard movement somewhere behind her and smiled before she even turned around.
"Good morning, Min Laurel."
After everything they had endured, after all the years they had spent searching for one another, there was something profoundly comforting in how simple those words had become.