[AW] So gracefully they rose

[Damascus]

NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD Crossing his starlit gaze from the woman of honeyed words and flower petals to the surrounding swamps, Damascus creased his eyes tightly when his sharpened senses allerted him to the presence of another. He could not pinpoint exactly where or in which direction, though the totality of movement upon the atmosphere gathered from all senses took him to the conclusion that they were being watched. All thoughts of suspicion soon left him when the talkative drowner approached, and as if plucked from the sea floor and given lungs once again, Finnian looked little worse for ware. Truly he was a picture of health, though Damascus never really observed such things and would assume the feeling that he and Lolenteen were not alone had come from this approaching male, and not a secretive other. "Fininan" Damascus spoke to the man, dissecting his name as he spoke it, and looking down to his chest where one of Lolenteen's petals had fallen and stuck to the mud. Distracted, Damascus missed the arrival of another to their gathering as he blew forcefully onto the petal like a child trying to blow out birthday candles; an almighty effort to remove the peachy leaf from his camoflauge. When his starry eyes raised once more, the muddied petal floating to the ground, Damascus was met with a chirp and song from a stranger who asked a thousand questions about himself; a hero? "Yes" the puzzled boy concluded, silver eyes looking sternly ahead toward the woman interrogating him, though he did see it as a vital chance to show off. "Saving of Fininan did I" he confirmed, though guilt began to flush his cheeks - no matter how much Florentine told him how much of a hero he was, he didn't necessarily believe it; not enough to tell people like he just had.  The mention of a party distracted the colt entirely though and soon his muddied gaze was affixed on the emissary, wishing for nothing but details. Dancing? He loved to dance!  "Dancering!" Damascus cheered, spilling droplets of mud everywhere as he lifted his lofty body high in a juvenile hop of excitement. By the time he landed he had already began to slowly rock his hips from side to side to an imaginary beat, and soon came a low (and slightly spooky) hum from within his chest. It likely looked slightly primal - tribal even - though still he loved nothing more. JAI GURU DEV, OM

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