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Felix thinks he's good with words, but he'd be hard-pressed to describe how he feels when Jim murmurs that quiet vow in his ears. He clings tightly and shuts his eyes, letting out a long exhale that's part relief and part shock and part gladness. It's a promise he never wants to call on. The implications are terrifying-

But that's for another night. Here and now, he has Jim and he has his family and the Empire stands strong. None could harm them. He relaxes in Jim's arms and breathes in the sweet smells of home.

There's a fanfare from the city's inner walls, then, drawing everyone's attention in the direction of the White-Gold Tower in time for the fireworks to start. Tamriel has no holograms or lasers or the technology that Jim's people do - but they've been practicing their fireworks for a very long time, and there's more than a little illusion magic enhancing the display. The sky is soon alight with ribbons and starbursts and fountains of all colors - and then whales and ships and eagles, auroras and spriggans and minotaurs. There's a particularly good bit where they outline the symbols for all twelve major constellations in order, starting with the Ritual and ending with the Thief.

And dragons, of course. Those are the recurrent theme. Stylized creatures, it's true, little like the predatory lifeforms that menace Skyrim. But the Imperial pyromancers make sure to have flames appear to leap from their jaws and the children love it. The grown-ups love it. Ushug is cheering, but she did say she was here to see some explosions. Felix just leans against Jim and watches happily, plate cleaned of food and a second cup of wine in hand.