264 Inter-magical Tournament

 "Staxius, is that you?" chills ran up the legs, a clock mounted on the wall revealed 7:00.

 "Yes," outside on the balcony, puff after puff with the body leaned on the balustrade, Staxius smoked a cigar and watched as the trees came to life, "-sorry if I woke you," the voice reminiscent and clear of doubt.

 "Did you sleep well?" Xula's warm voice came from behind, still wrapped in the blanket, her hands went around his chest. Her head rested on his back, comfort unlike any other. 

 "Yes," he breathed another puff, "-I feel so much better than the past few nights," left hand placed onto the arms locked around him, the cigar reached its end. 

 "I'm glad," she smiled, "-I didn't expect this," the grip lessened.

 "What do you mean?" extinguished, he turned and asked with half-awaken eyes.

 "Here," she took his hand,"-sense it," the face's glee matched the rising sun.