"I thought it had already begun the moment you climbed the tower." she commented, seeming more amused and curious at his storytelling tendencies. He did tell wonderful stories, she remembered from their campfire night. She had only ever seen the mural for the Lost Princess, not having such a knowledge or appreciation for romantic art back home to compare this moment to. But right now, right here. It was perfect. It was her birthday, she was with Eugene and her friends, who had gone to such trouble to set all of this up. She was content, even if she was still nervous about going back home. Savoring the moment. It wouldn't be her birthday forever, after all.