Elua and Qatrand unhurriedly made their way to the edge of the upper venue. The soft glow of the Starbloom flowers at the front of the terraces faded behind them as they distanced themselves from the stairs. In the dark, their silver outfits kept some shine to them in the low light by the luminescence of the gibbous moon overhead.
They followed a path lined with unlit stone lanterns - the silver-veined rock they were carved out of seeming not as impressive as they were in the daylight. Eventually the newlywed couple emerged onto a small, secluded overlook that faced the sea. A low, ornate railing of the venue's usual metal served as the only boundary from the cliff.
