In the following days, the two kept meeting at the same row of tombstones, discussing nonstop and moving from topic to topic until the sound of each other's voices became hypnotic.
On the rare occasions that a group of visitors came to the place, they would often see the unnatural sight of a duo that completely contrasted the expected atmosphere of a graveyard.
And those two voices became more intertwined as time flew by.
"And that's how I ended up in the infirmary with my hand melted to my sword," Felix said proudly.
Eos continued laughing. "Why did you think it was a good idea to jump on top of the cultist ritual?"
"I think I was afraid of heights back then and I slipped. Thankfully, the cult leader cushioned my fall, but I'm not sure if I can thank him for that."
The elf rubbed the space between her eyes, trying hard to ease her breath, but there were still chuckles that slipped out.
"I think that's enough, even for me."
