The trio sat near the fountain, the warm glow of floating lanterns reflecting off the rippling water. The festival's vibrant energy hummed in the background, but for now, Cruzer, Jean, and Elara were lost in their small world of shared laughter and camaraderie.
Jean leaned back, her hair catching the soft light, and sighed contentedly. "You know, moments like this remind me why we push so hard. All the battles, the endless training—it's worth it for these little slices of peace."
Elara nodded, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the intricate carvings on her staff. "Agreed. It's easy to forget to enjoy the present when we're always thinking about the next challenge."
Cruzer glanced between them, his gaze softening. "I don't know where I'd be without you two. You've kept me grounded, even when things got overwhelming."
