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The gentle lapping of waves filled the air as Morgan and Phloria walked along the private beach, the silver light of the moons reflecting off the water like scattered diamonds. A cool breeze carried the scent of salt and fresh earth, and the soft sand shifted beneath their feet.
Phloria glanced sideways at Morgan, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're being oddly quiet. Second thoughts about this date?"
Morgan chuckled, shaking her head. "Hardly. Just enjoying the moment."
Phloria raised an eyebrow. "That's a first. Usually, you're the one who can't sit still."
Morgan grinned, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. "What can I say? You have that effect on me."
Phloria rolled her eyes but didn't pull away. Instead, she let Morgan lead her further down the beach, where a small wooden dock extended over the water. At the very end of it, a floating platform of woven mana hovered just above the gentle waves. Upon it, a table with two chairs awaited, set with flickering enchanted lanterns that bathed the area in soft golden light.
Phloria blinked. "Did you make this?"
Morgan smirked. "Of course. You think I'd take you somewhere ordinary?"
Phloria exhaled, clearly impressed. "You're really pulling out all the stops, huh?"
Morgan guided her onto the platform, where the gentle motion of the waves below created the illusion that they were drifting across the sea. The meal was already prepared—Phloria's favorite dishes, along with a bottle of chilled wine that glowed faintly with an enchantment to keep it at the perfect temperature.
They sat across from each other, the intimate setting making everything feel more personal.
Phloria swirled her wine absentmindedly before looking up. "So… what's the occasion?"
Morgan smirked. "Do I need one?"
Phloria gave her a pointed look. "You're usually more direct. When you plan something, it's either for a reason… or because you're up to something."
Morgan leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Alright, fine. I wanted tonight to be about you."
Phloria raised an eyebrow. "Me?"
Morgan nodded. "You're always the one taking care of others. Leading, fighting, putting yourself second. But tonight, I just want you to enjoy yourself. No responsibilities, no battles—just us."
Phloria's expression softened. "That's… actually really sweet."
Morgan smirked. "Don't sound so surprised."
Phloria chuckled. "It's just… nice." She took a sip of her wine, letting out a relaxed sigh. "I think I needed this."
Morgan's expression turned more serious as she reached across the table, taking Phloria's hand. "I know you did. That's why I'm here."
For a moment, there was silence—comfortable, warm, and filled with unspoken understanding.
Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, Morgan stood up and extended her hand. "Dance with me?"
Phloria blinked. "There's no music."
Morgan grinned, and with a flick of her wrist, a soft, enchanting melody began to play, woven from her mana and carried by the gentle sea breeze. "Now there is."
Phloria rolled her eyes but took Morgan's hand nonetheless. "You're impossible."
Morgan pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist as they swayed in time with the music. The platform moved gently with the water, making it feel as though they were dancing on the ocean itself.
Phloria sighed, resting her head against Morgan's shoulder. "You really did all this… just for me?"
Morgan pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Always."
And under the silver light of the moons, surrounded by nothing but the sea and each other, they danced.