This isn't necessarily canon… I might make it canon. We'll decided by the end of the book
>>Third person pov
The late afternoon sun cast golden stripes across the floor of the bedroom, filtered through the pale linen curtains that swayed softly with the breeze from the open window. Hael lay on the thick cream rug, eyes shut and limbs limp, pretending to be the latest casualty of Mage Zola the Mighty.
She sat astride his chest, a wild mess of light black waves haloing her head, her pink knight dress slightly askew, her cheeks flushed with triumph. "Got you!" she declared, thrusting her tiny fists in the air as though she had felled a giant.
Hael cracked open one eye and groaned. "Oh no. Not again. How can the greatest mage be beaten again?"
Zola collapsed in a fit of laughter, sliding down to lie beside him on the rug. Her giggles were high and unfiltered, the kind that bubbled straight out of her soul and forced a matching grin onto his face.
