While their wedding was beyond wonderful, they still fly with a crew, which meant not much private time outside their bedroom. Besides, honeymoons were customary, and if anyone deserved one for what they'd gone through to cement their marriage, it was the two of them.
Through a friend of an old colleague, they borrow a small two-person craft -- with a few choice crew members alerted to their locations and timelines, just as precautions -- and went out to a remote mountain range with a small population and lots of spectacular ruins.
Really, it was astounding she'd been a pirate this long and he hadn't gotten her underground. There'd been a whole civilization with extensive buildings and temples and even train transit that now sat below parts of the continent. This particular spot was in the same style, though apparently disconnected from the greater network. As was such, it was nearly untouched, a treasure he knew about through his long run as a purveyor of fine things.
They'd spent most of the day delving deeper into the ruins, a warm eerie feeling to the light spells still coming on, staring at murals and laughing at each other's absurd guesses of what things were used for.
They'd stumbled across a throne room -- unclear for a royal or a god -- with stunning mosaics on the floor. Nearby was a cabinet full of jewelry and other ceremonial objects. So it took Balthier all of thirty seconds to put a diadem in Aerith's hair and murmur, "My lady, I've come to worship at your altar," before kissing her like the newlyweds they were.
Honeymooning
Through a friend of an old colleague, they borrow a small two-person craft -- with a few choice crew members alerted to their locations and timelines, just as precautions -- and went out to a remote mountain range with a small population and lots of spectacular ruins.
Really, it was astounding she'd been a pirate this long and he hadn't gotten her underground. There'd been a whole civilization with extensive buildings and temples and even train transit that now sat below parts of the continent. This particular spot was in the same style, though apparently disconnected from the greater network. As was such, it was nearly untouched, a treasure he knew about through his long run as a purveyor of fine things.
They'd spent most of the day delving deeper into the ruins, a warm eerie feeling to the light spells still coming on, staring at murals and laughing at each other's absurd guesses of what things were used for.
They'd stumbled across a throne room -- unclear for a royal or a god -- with stunning mosaics on the floor. Nearby was a cabinet full of jewelry and other ceremonial objects. So it took Balthier all of thirty seconds to put a diadem in Aerith's hair and murmur, "My lady, I've come to worship at your altar," before kissing her like the newlyweds they were.