Noctisardor Bypass the night is long, and the path is dark

aaa sorry! thanks for being patient ❤️

The prince was soon graced by a familiar presence — in fact, the only presence familiar to him in these lands thus far. Amadis stepped from the water and greeted the master of the wood with a quick bow, still quite formal but markedly less stiff in his manner. In the magic of the day's glowing debut, it only felt proper to allow the moment to pass in silence. Inwardly, he felt glad that his own personal moment had passed before Mahler's appearance; his sorrow he held close, away from curious eyes. He sensed, however, that the Graf of Rivenwood was not a man inclined to pry. An assumption absent much evidence, true, but Amadis felt sure enough to rely upon it — and he was grateful for that.
In a matter of minutes, the land was warm-lit, and the air grown heavy with summery sweetness. Only when the sun's touch had driven the last of the shadows to muted duskiness did Amadis allow affable murmurings to breach the silence. It is very different here, The prince's observation was not without wonderment. The land stretches on and on, forever, infinite as the ocean — and the heat... In Elvhenan, it was never so hot. So far inland, the heat feels suffocating, and the cold will make one's bones ache. On the island I once called home, and along the nearby shoreline, neither was true. I wonder if the proximity to the sea is the difference... or perhaps something else?
He hadn't meant to speak so much, but his curiosity knew no bounds. No amount of shyness, nor even his ingrained sense of propriety, could hold it at bay for long.