And with that, Araavos and Tefra continue to talk while enjoying their food and the serenity of The Sylvan Glades. The air, thick with the scent of pine needles and gorgeous flora, was a balm to their senses. Laughter occasionally bubbled up from their conversation, a sound as rare as a blooming moonflower in the deepest shadows. The moon rising high above the boat. Reflecting off the flowing water. As the night wore on, and the fireflies danced, and the stars began to emerge, they lingered, their conversation lasting for what feels like eternity to them.
