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Wind Archer isn’t responsible for Fire Spirit’s bullshit. However, he’s not sure the other elementals know that fact.
Because if they did, he wouldn’t be standing here in Frost Queen’s palace, shivering his ass off as the others watch him expectantly. The guardian of the forest frowns up at the one who called this meeting, the thick coat he has on doing nothing to fight off the cold or the icy look (pun intended) she’s fixing him with.
“I told you to bring the Red Dragon’s chosen heir, did I not?” She asks as if he conveniently keeps Fire Spirit on a leash at all times.
“Well…” He looks to Sea Fairy helplessly, she only casts her eyes away. He thanks the heavens that his scarf hides his scowl and looks back up at Frost Queen. “I told him to be here and he…isn’t.”
“Marvellous.” The sarcastic drawl of the ice elemental makes him wince. “And here I was thinking that you were more serious than your… friend.”
She says “friend” like one would say “bomb found in the back alley of a military base”. He’s not sure there’s ever been a more accurate description of Fire Spirit.
Truthfully, he’s probably doing absolutely nothing of value. From the last letter he sent to the forest, Fire Spirit’s current plans consist of eating, sleeping and annoying an explorer trying to get by the Dragon’s Valley. In fact, the last time they saw each other, his biggest worry as the Guardian Of Everything That Burns was whether or not he would have a drink with his meal.
Finally, Stormbringer speaks up. “Why do we need that bastard here anyways? It’s not like he’s ever given a fuck about these meetings before.”
Her language displeases Frost Queen, evident by the way her brow twitches with every profanity. “Stormbringer, you are rather…new to the fold we have here, so I will allow your ignorance to be ignored. My word is final in my domain.”
She scoffs, folding her arms and looking away again. There goes his only line of defense.
“Wind Archer. You will go to the Dragon’s Valley and retrieve Fire Spirit. Only then will I begin relaying the news I have, for it is something that will need all of our attention.”
Wind Archer bows, ears perking up as Stormbringer whispers to Millennial Tree. “So urgent we need all the forces of the elementals, but not urgent enough to just tell us what it is?”
He decides he quite likes Stormbringer, despite only having spoken to her a total of three times.
“I will return as urgently as I can.” He announces, straightening up once more.
“You will.” Frost Queen tells him, the hardness in her gaze unwavering even as he turns to leave the palace.
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The reason that Wind Archer is adamant on avoiding the Dragon’s Valley is simple; it’s too damn hot in this damn valley.
Wind Archer tosses his scarf to the ground as soon as he enters the cave-like house Fire Spirit occupies. The place is barren, really. Every time he’s here, be it to deliver a message or be shoved against the nearest wall before he can think, he always misses his little cottage more and more.
The house itself is rather barren. Fire Spirit has a huge bedroom with this four poster bed he wishes was easier on his back. He barely notices it when they’re in the heat of things (pun also intended) but afterwards, it’s just painful to lay around a little longer.
Well, it’s not like they cuddle a lot. Or at all.
They’re not lovers by any means, god no. In Fire Spirits own words, they’re just…friends who fuck sometimes. And then he pointed out that there hasn’t been any meetings in the past three months where they didn’t, but then the grown ass man got all pouty about it so they dropped the subject.
“Fire Spirit, it’s me.” He calls, stepping past the entryway of the house and stalking straight to the bedroom to bang on the door. “Get your ass up. Frost Queen says you need to be at today’s meeting urgently and yelled at me when you weren’t.”
There’s no reply, but he can definitely hear movement inside, still used to the subtle sounds of the animals in the forest. Something bitter weighs down in his stomach.
Does Fire Spirit have someone in there with him?
He’s not jealous, of course. He just…thought that they were exclusive to each other. He only starts banging on the door harder to make sure he heard him.
“I don’t care who you have in there, I’ll break this lock if you don’t come out in three seconds, by the way!” He calls in deadpan before deciding he lied and throws the door open in a second.
His eyes find nothing but the lump in Fire Spirit’s sheets.
That’s not normal.
Neither is the almost sweltering heat ebbing around the room as if it’s trying to burn him alive. Sure, his friend emits a decent amount of heat, but it’s never enough to turn his bedroom into something the dragons themselves could make.
Wind Archer wipes the rapidly building sweat from his forehead. “…Fire Spirit.”
The lump moves. “I…knew I heard ya”
“Well I was yelling and banging on your door so…” Wind Archer goes quiet as he approaches.
Fire Spirit looks…different. His hair is pushed back and much brighter than he swears he’s seen it, he still has all his piercings in even though he always makes a pretentious point to take out the little beads of metal under his bottom lip and sliced through his eyebrow before bed and his eyes…they don’t usually glow like that, do they?
“What’s with you?” Wind Archer steps to the foot of his bed hesitantly.
Except his friend doesn’t seem to be listening, instead eyeing him up and down as if his attire is a personal offence.
“The hell are you wearing?” He asks in that exhausted, almost loopy voice, glaring right at his arms. Is he getting a fever? Can guardians even get fevers?
Wind Archer looks down at himself. He’s just in the white sleeveless shirt he always wears underneath his scarf. “I’m wearing what I always wear.”
“No, no, you’re more…” Fire Spirit’s eyes flick up to his face as if he realizes something and he inches back towards his headboard. “You can’t be in here.”
“What?”
“You can’t- listen.” Fire Spirit sits up suddenly. His sheets give away, exposing his bare torso and Wind Archer looks away. It’s a lot weirder when he wasn’t explicitly brought here. “I said that I wouldn’t be there today, Wind.”
“You always say that.” He replies, eyes fixed on the burn mark on the carpet.
“Yeah, but…this is…” Suddenly, that unbearable heat is so close to him, he’s sure he might burn. He’s almost afraid that Fire Spirit touching him could hurt him, even if being an elemental makes him immune to his flames. “This is different, okay? It’s just…”
He’s never heard him so genuinely exasperated. Wind Archer hesitates before raising his eyes again. Fire Spirit likes to boast that he’s a whole half inch taller than him, but right now, the way he’s almost cowering makes them equal in height.
“When that dumb fucking Red Dragon chose me, it didn’t tell me the fine print of it all.” Fire Spirit explains, turning around as if looking at him for too long is a challenge. “It made me part dragon. Which is cool and all, like you’ve seen my dick, it’s huge.”
“Yes, thank you for reiterating that.”
“But, like, it’s mostly cool shit like fire powers and these pointy ass ears, but there’s one thing that isn’t as…cool.” Fire Spirit grimaces when he turns again, meeting his deep green eyes. In a second, he seems to soften, tense shoulders relaxing. “I go through heats, Wind.”
He frowns, puzzled. “”Heats”? Aren’t you always hot?”
“You know it, babe.” Fire Spirit flashes him a shit eating grin that only grows when he doesn’t return it. Then, he sighs and slings an arm over his shoulder. “Okay, Wind, you’re a big boy so you’ll need to man up while I tell you this.”
“Mhm.” He picks up his hand by the pinky and tosses it off his shoulder.
“Basically…”
“Yeah?”
“So…I get this urge to fuck like crazy every few months.”
“…is that it?” Wind Archer asks after a moment, fixing him with an annoyed look. “You’re always horny already.”
“Okay, first off, rude.” Fire Spirit pouts, poking his cheek with his index finger. “Second off, it’s more than just sex. It’s like…intimate.”
“Is “intimacy” not another word for sex?” He deadpans.
“No, no, this is more like…mating…?” Fire Spirit is clearly trying to make this sound less dramatic than it is and making it sound more so with every attempt. “Like, it’s not just sex. My body gets this urge to…impregnate someone.”
That one does catch him off guard. “What?”
“I told you it’s more intimate!” A deep red spreads over Fire Spirit’s cheeks. “Listen, it’s just something I have to deal with and there’s nothing we can do about that. Right? Right. So you can’t just go to that meeting and tell me what the old hag wants.”
“Sure.” He shrugs.
“Attaboy. I’ll text ya when things um…clear…” Fire Spirit raises his fingers to his temple, suddenly slumping back. “Jeez, it’s really hot in here, huh?”
Wind Archer furrows his brows, guiding the fire elemental down to sit at the edge of the bed with his hands on his shoulders to keep him from swaying too much. “You’re really out of it, huh?”
Something like pain flashes past Fire Spirit’s face before he chuckles. “Yeah…s’why I didn’t tell ya. Didn’t want you to worry.”
Fire Spirit’s skin doesn’t burn the way he thought it would. If anything, it feels like there’s that barrier of distinct coolness between the heat and his skin Wind Archer noticed the first night he took him home.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, maybe just to give him a reason not to leave him like this.
“Not usually. But I’m guessing having you around is making me lose my shit.” Another laugh. He really needs to stop thinking that playing things off with a joke would deter Wind Archer.
“Because you want me?” He asks and it’s a genuine question.
Fire Spirit looks up, slit like pupils dilated and his lips parted just slightly. His eyes find Wind Archer’s own. “You know I do.”
That’s all the answer he needs.
Wind Archer slips onto his lap easily, the hands on Fire Spirit’s shoulders shifting to cup his cheeks. He pauses, leaning back a little. “Is this okay-”
“Shut up and stop being cute.” The elemental of fire yanks him in by the hair, mashing their lips together before he can think twice.
At first, they test the waters. Fire Spirit gently moves a thumb to his bottom lip, asking first before his tongue slips past the seam of his lips and swallows a sharp gasp at the sheer heat of him.
However, his control seems to be slipping quickly, especially when Wind Archer moans at the way fingers slip into the belt loops of his pants, forcing him to grind down on Fire Spirit’s lap.
Fabric is a barely a noticeable barrier between them, Wind Archer bucking his hips back and forth to keep up with the pace Fire Spirit sets. Vermillion eyes stay fixed between them, a growl at the back of his throat as Fire Spirit seemingly fights the urge to tear his clothes off.
“You’re really out of it.” He states bluntly, even if his voice is all over the place.
“And who’s fault is that?” Fire Spirit hisses, sharp teeth snagging his own bottom lip before he tucks his head underneath Wind Archer’s chin.
“Fuck-” Fangs trace the soft, usually hidden away skin of Wind Archer’s neck as if he’s planning all the tender places he’s going to stake his claim, the force of his hands grinding Wind Archer on top of him unwavering.
“We shouldn’t.” Fire Spirit’s tongue is hot against where it licks up the column of his neck all the way up to his chin before moving back down in a trail of kisses and making him shudder. “I- I might say something dumb.”
Wind Archer mewls quietly when Fire Spirit takes his skin between his teeth, nibbling because anything more could draw blood with how sharp they are. “Y-You always say dumb things.”
“Not gonna stop being a bitch even in my bed, huh?” He teases, hands down to unbutton the wind elemental’s pants. Their eyes stay locked as he slips them off, tossing them on the ground as Wind Archer tugs off his own shirt and shyly keeps it in front of him for a moment.
It’s not that he’s self conscious about his body, it’s just that its…modifications aren’t welcome by too many people. The forces of nature gave Wind Archer an anatomy as fertile as the forest he protects, which is great and all, but he wishes he was able to deny it when he was created.
And now, he’s like this: little scars underneath his pecs indicating where he changed how he was made.
Except right now, Fire Spirit is busy pressing his lips to the skin, hands on his waist as he pins Wind Archer’s hips right over his waiting cock. “Wind, I’m gonna need you to…”
When his words fail him, Fire Spirit spreads his legs himself, pushing them apart to give his fingers access to where slick coats his inner thighs. A shrill gasp as lithe fingers grind against his clit.
“That’s it, baby. That’s what I like to hear.” Fire Spirit whispers it encouragingly, bringing Wind Archer lower until their bare skin is flushed against each other. Hazy with pleasure, Wind Archer whines as a means of beckoning Fire Spirit to kiss him.
He obeys, finally laying back against his bed between sloppy kisses to the corner of his mouth in a clumsy attempt to find his lips. Wind Archer giggles at the noise of frustration he lets out, saving him any further agony and licking into his mouth.
Bad idea. Fire Spirit, deciding he can’t get enough of him, swiftly changes their positions and pins him down to his bed. One hand crosses his wrists over his head, the other moves down to hastily tug his own pants down.
“I…I’m not gonna be able to hold myself back.” Fire Spirit presses his lips against the shell of his ear as he speaks. “If it hurts, you’re going to have to hit me.”
Wind Archer furrows his brows. “I’ll be fine.”
“I know, I know, baby. You’re a guardian and all that shit.” He sits up, gently adjusting Wind Archer’s thighs so that they packet him. “I just…don’t spend these with anyone usually.”
“But you’re spending it with me.” He points out.
“Well then, I guess you’re special, huh?” Fire Spirit pushes his hair off of his face with a hand, grinning as if his words don’t give Wind Archer heart failure like they always do when he says something oddly sincere without realizing.
Bracingly, he lines his cock with Wind Archer’s entrance, the flushed, pulsing red of the tip intimidating- at least it would be, if he were used to this dynamic of theirs.
“Dynamic” is the wrong word. Maybe “pattern” suits them better.
Yes, it happens in familiar steps. First Fire Spirit will toy with him, thumb circling his clit in a slow, teasing motion until he is forced to throw his head back against his sheets. Then, he will start slow, sinking deep into Wind Archer’s waiting cunt with this exhale of pure ecstasy as if he’s holding himself back from ramming deep into him. Except he knows better. He knows Wind Archer doesn’t like it as rough as he does.
Then, they will begin the motions.
He wishes he could say that Fire Spirit’s flirtations are hollow, but he knows how to fuck him good enough to have him tilting his face into the sheets to hide the way he makes him blush all the way to the tips of his ears. He thrusts in deep and hard enough for the headboard to bang against the wall with a dull noise that will only grow louder the longer they’re tangled up like this.
And today, patterns begin to break.
Wind Archer whines softly when his knees are hooked over Fire Spirit’s shoulders, bending him in half as the fire elemental bucks his hips in a feverish, almost crazed rhythm. And the heat, it’s not unbearable like this.
No, it’s almost addicting. He likes the way it renders him unable to think of anything except how he should angle his hips to make Fire Spirit his in please, dropping his face right next to his own. A hand moved to his abdomen, fingernails raking against the flesh as he whispers something he can’t make out.
The moment Fire Spirit releases his grip on his wrists, his hands fly down to his back, palms flush against his skin and fingernails digging into it to ground himself.
“M’gonna give y-you my babies.” Wind Archer’s brain short circuits when he registers it. “G-Gonna fill you up, yeah?”
He struggles to breathe, crying out when his cock pushes into him at the perfect angle. Normally, Fire Spirit would tease him for the pathetic noise. Today, he nails it again and again, leaving him to sink his teeth into his shoulder for dear life.
Fingernails dig into his scalp immediately, roughly yanking him away and, just when Wind Archer is about to apologize hazily, Fire Spirit is kissing him again. He moans, shrill and pathetic and is he even himself anymore?
He doubts it. He doesn’t sound like himself at all.
“M-More...” Wind Archer’s voice is breathy, completely gone as he moans into Fire Spirit’s mouth.
It’s getting hotter again.
“More?” He chuckles, pulling away to examine his thoroughly fucked out expression. His pride wouldn’t normally be able to take the hit, but Fire Spirit himself doesn't seem to be faring any better than him- hair falling all over his face and cheeks blazing red (redder than usual at least). “Baby, I thought you wanted to walk tomorrow.”
“Please…p-please just…” Wind Archer trails off when a finger begins twirling a loc of his hair around itself.
“I should keep you in my bed forever, Wind.” He whispers against his temple, eyes ablaze with a light he doesn’t recognize. “I should steal you away from everyone else. Make you mine. You’d like that, yeah?”
His heart is hammering in his chest, but it stops for just a second. “What?”
A soft growl as Fire Spirit bucks his head against his neck, nuzzling against him adoringly like. Wind Archer blinks in surprise.
He really is dragon-like in this state.
Hesitantly, he nuzzles back and that earns him a purr of approval, Fire Spirit pecking his cheek a couple of times.
He just…kissed his cheek. Somehow, that’s more off putting than anything else he’s witnessed today.
Wind Archer pushes his Fire Spirit’s hair off of his face, pursing his lips. He hesitates, then kisses his forehead in reply. The action is reciprocated seamlessly, the fire elemental pressing his lips to the gemstone engraved into his forehead.
He’s never been so enthralled in his entire life. Fire Spirit should stay this way forever- soft and needy just for him. Wind Archer brings his face down to steal a few more sweet kisses to the corner of his lips.
“You’re oddly cuddly when you’re a sex driven machine.” He hums contentedly, carding his fingers through Fire Spirit’s hair.
“Your fault.” It’s the third time he’s alluded to Wind Archer being the “cause” of his behavior. He wonders…
“So I make you act this way, hm?“
“Duh.” Fire Spirit mutters, almost irritably. He’s still sheathed deep inside of Wind Archer when he slumps against his chest, pressing his cheek to his bare skin so that his hair tickles his chin. Wind Archer smiles to himself, continuing to pet him. “You remember the first time we met?”
“When you started a forest fire in the middle of winter? Hard to forget.” He quips.
“Well since I saw you, my body decided it wouldn’t accept anybody but you as my mate. Fucking annoying really. You know how hard it was to get with someone before we started fucking?”
He doesn’t register anything past the first sentence. “Your body…chose me?”
“Basically.” Fire Spirit sighs, exasperated. “And it’s not gonna let me get over your stupid pretty face. Spoke to that dickhead dragon too and he said I deserved it!”
“So you…” Wind Archer blushes deeply before he can even get the words out. “Like me?”
“What? No.” Fire Spirit snaps his head up, yanking himself from Wind Archer’s touch before fixing him with panic. “I told you, it’s just my body. You and I…you know I wouldn't…”
“Yeah.” An awkward pause while Wind Archer recovers from the gut punch of how quickly he denied any semblance of actually feeling for him. “That’s good.”
“Okay…good.” Fire Spirit self consciously pushes his hair back. “So we can get back to-”
“Yeah.” He finds that he can’t quite bring himself to look him in the eye now, even as he lays back into their previous position, spreading his legs to give him access to do as he pleases.
He wants nothing more than to replay the last minute over and over again- soft hair against his chest, drowning warmth, idle banter and those sweet vermillion eyes. Fire Spirit doesn’t deserve to be as addictive as he is. As adorable.
And now, he’s thrusting into him again, working his way through gentle movements impatiently before bucking his hips in the rhythm they left off on. Despite the weight in his chest, Wind Archer moans at the feeling of being so full, eyes rolling back and head falling against the pillows when Fire Spirit nails that one spot again.
Above him, the roof seems to be swirling with smoke-like patterns, his mind hazing further and further with every thrust. It’s an odd feeling, like being suspended in mid air.
“I- I wanna…inside.” Fire Spirit whines. God, it’s a perfect whine. All desperate and needy. He needs him whiney and pathetic more often to make up for the emotional turmoil he insists on putting him through.
Still, Wind Archer has a brain. “No, we can’t-”
“P-Please, Wind, pleasepleaseplease- wanna give you m-my babies- I’ll be good, I’ll make it so so so good for you-”
“Fire Spirit-”
“I’ll clean it up when I’m f-finished.” Fire Spirit pants, whimpering needily between rapid thrusts. “J-Just let me…”
Damn. He needs this man begging to fill him up more often. After he figures out what kind of birth control elemental guardians are supposed to take.
“Fire Spirit, if I end up pregnant, I’ll kill you.” He hisses and when he looks like he might be considering it as a fair bargain, Wind Archer rolls his eyes. “And I’ll never suck your dick again.”
That gets him.
Wind Archer winces at the sudden emptiness, but makes quick work of wrapping his hand around Fire Spirit’s aching cock. He bucks into his palm, still in that same feverish daze until, finally, he hits his release, painting Wind Archer’s stomach in ropes of his thick (thicker than usual?) cum.
Wind Archer sighs in relief, aching thighs closing as he curls into himself and lets his head flop onto the pillow. A moment later, a pair of lips press against the side of his hip, peppering kisses up and down in a slow rhythm.
He grimaces. “Aren’t you done yet?”
“Well…these things usually last a whole day…and it just started like a few hours ago…” Fire Spirit explains sheepishly, poking his head into Wind Archer’s field of vision. “B’sides, you didn’t finish.”
“So?” He snaps grumpily. “This isn’t about me.”
“You’re always such a princess when we’re done.” Fire Spirit hums fondly, seemingly back to normal, even if only for a few minutes.
The heat in his eyes has satiated, bright vermillion softening into a darker red. Wind Archer watches the fire elemental as he comes to, absently toying with the stud in his ear as he yawns, leaning back against the headboard now.
“We’ve got like fifteen minutes till the next wave. Any requests?”
“Just stop talking.” Wind Archer takes a pillow and puts it over his head.
“Oh! I didn’t say anything dumb, did I?” Fire Spirit pokes his shoulder until he turns to glare at him, tossing the pillow at his head.
He could tell him what Fire Spirit told him about his body choosing him. Or he could be petty.
“You kept on moaning about giving me your babies.” He deadpans.
“What?”
“And you said you’d be a good boy if I let you impregnate me.”
“Dude, you’re lying, there’s no way I-” Fire Spirit sputters for a good few seconds, words failing him. “That was just…”
He quirks a brow, silently urging him to keep talking.
“You can’t tell anyone!” Fire Spirit blurts out finally, gripping his shoulders. “Not even that florist guy, o-or even Millennial Tree-”
“Why the fuck would I be telling the man that created me to protect him that I let you put your dick inside of me?” He snaps, yanking his hands off of himself. “Or anyone at all?”
Fire Spirit snaps his head back in surprise. “Jeez, Wind, what’s with you today? You’re not usually this…pissed off.”
He sniffs and looks away moodily. He’s actually not quite sure what’s wrong with him, but he’s angry- angry at Fire Spirit, at his stupid mind, at himself for ever getting this close to him.
He’s too far gone for his own good.
“Hey.” Fire Spirit shoves himself in front of him now, laying on his side so that they’re face to face. When Wind Archer tries to look away, he cups his cheek and prevents him from even trying. “Stop being a dick.”
He snorts. Is that all?
“Yeah. And…” He inches just a little closer. “I wanna know if it’s okay if I…”
He’s clearly alluding to something Wind Archer is too exhausted to decode, so he only nods. It’s not like they haven't crossed every possible boundary anyways.
Still, it surprises him when Fire Spirit closes the space between them and tucks his face into the crook of Wind Archer’s shoulder, kissing the skin softly before inhaling his scent.
“What…?”
“Dunno. But it feels right.”
He supposes that’s the only explanation required at this point. Wind Archer sighs, letting himself sag into the sheets and knowing they’re going to be here for…
Fire Spirit’s hands begin wandering once more, fingers planting themselves over his hips.
…a while.
Whatever emotional bullshit he’s going through, he’ll ponder over it another day. For now, he finds solace in thinking that Fire Spirit…needs him. And that’s enough for now.
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An hour passes before Frost Queen sighs, massaging her temple with two of her fingers while those of her opposite hand drum against the armrest of her throne.
“He’s not coming back, is he?” She deadpans, brow twitching when she hears the lightning elemental snort.
“What gave it away?” The abrasive woman snorts, standing up from her desk at the table they’re all seated at and hooking her staff over her shoulder. “I suppose that means this meeting was for naught.”
“Frost Queen.” Millennial Tree, the voice of reason of the elementals, speaks up, hands folded in front of him. “You said we were here for an urgent matter, so I’m still curious as to know…”
“Well, it really did involve that fire boy.” She sighs, shaking her head. “But since two elementals are absent, I’m relying on the rest of you to alert them of the matter as soon as possible.”
Stormbringer even stops now, leaning over with her elbow resting over her chair interestedly.
“To commemorate the defeat of Dark Enchantress, I will be hosting a ball at my palace.” She explains coldly, looking around the table. “Citizens from all over Crispia are invited and I am hereby extending an invite to all of you and what you protect.”
A pause.
“You need the attention of all the elementals to tell us you’re having a party?” Stormbringer deadpans, causing Sea Fairy to snort and hastily hide the action behind a hand.
“Stormbringer, in my thousands of years protecting this Kingdom of Ice, when have I ever hosted any event that invited anyone but you all here?” Frost Queen asks.
Another pause.
“Well damn, ya could’ve said!” A jovial laugh from the shorter woman. “I’m no good with parties but I’m sure that um…someone here could…”
She looks around the table at the guardian of life who almost wilted into death, the guardian of the moon who went into eternal slumber at the guardian of the sea who didn’t speak to anyone for centuries after losing the former.
“Hm. Quite a problem we’ve got here.”
“I’m sure we will figure it out.” Millennial Tree hums serenely, standing up as well. “I’ll be sending a message to my protector to see where he’s scurried off to soon, but until then, thank you for your hospitality, Frost Queen.”
She only nods, excusing the others to leave as well.
What the ball itself will bring…only fate will tell.