Celia sighed as she flapped her wings. Haley was too much for her to deal with right now whilst she was still mourning for Roy. She had therefore made an excuse involving scouting ahead but wasn’t really paying any attention to where she was flying. She looked down and noticed that she was flying over a beach. It appeared to be a popular one to, with the large crowd occupying it. But there was something strange about this beach. She flew in closer to try and see what it was when she realised that nobody was wearing any clothes. Before she had time to process this however, she noticed something, or rather someone else. “Roy?!”, she cried.
“Celia?!”, answered Roy as he turned and saw a rapidly descending sylph, “What are you doing here?”
“I believe that I’m the one that should be asking that question. I thought you were dead. I’ve been mourning you.”
“I’m sorry Celia, I have a confession to make. I faked my own death. After I couldn’t summon you, I thought that you must have left me. Adding that to my failure to stop Xykon was to much for me to bear so I pretended that the fall killed me and I decided to retire from adventuring. I’ve been spending my time here so that even though I couldn’t have you, I could at least gawk at pretty girls.”
“Oh Roy,” cried Celia, “I’ll never leave you! The incident with the talisman was just a misunderstanding.”
“Does that mean that you’ll take me back?” asked Roy.
“Of course it does. Now come on we’ve got a lot of time to catch up on and pain to heal.”
“I know the perfect place,” grinned Roy, “where no-one will be able to see us.”

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