The forest had fallen silent, save for the gentle rustling of leaves carried by Vivenna's magic.

"You're staring again," she teased, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief.

Vasher smirked, pulling her closer. "A rogue appreciates beautiful things."

"Oh? And what have you stolen this time?"

He brushed a strand of pink hair from her cheek. "Something far more precious than gold."

Vivenna laughed softly. "Careful, thief. Druids have a way of reclaiming what belongs to nature."

"Then I suppose you'll have to catch me."

Before she could answer, he stole a kiss beneath the ancient trees. For once, the mischievous Windshaper had no clever retort. The winds swirled around them, scattering golden leaves like tiny stars. And somewhere deep within the forest, even the wilds seemed to whisper:

Some hearts were never meant to wander alone.