N I G H T W I S H
once upon a time, there was a boy...
The night grew shorter now, spring fading into summer and stretching into longer stretches of daylight. But in the darkness, Nightwish found the world came alive with vibrant song and merriment. All around him, the energy of the festival thrummed, spreading like wildfire among the people of Novus with just as much vigor. Bonfires leapt to life against the black sky, no clouds marring the beauty of the stars as they blinked and shone with silvered light upon the crowds. Children laughed, women danced, men whispering in appreciative tones about the show. And Nightwish scribbled furiously in his journal, taking everything in with the eye of a storyteller, trying to capture the spirit of the night in as many words as he could manage.
His mind worked faster than his pen, and though his concentration seems focused on the page, when his indigo eyes glance up, they meet those who stared with a twinkle of curiosity and pleasure. For his was in his element here, lost and anonymous in a sea of others, with no agenda but to let his whismy wander.
Summer wine tasted sweet on his lips, and as he brushes away the last bits of pastry crumb from his cheek, the blue and white stallion stretched and carefully tucked his journal away. For now, he needed more, to feel the press of warm bodies against his, lost in the shuffle of movement. He blends easily into the crowd, letting the music take him where it would guide him, an easy smile crossing his face as he murmurs greetings to the strangers who pass. This continues for some time, until the energy of the dancing leaves him breathless and tired, and as he turns from the business of the crowd, he stumbles into another.
“My apologies.” He smiles with a boyish charm, playful and carefree, his gaze shamelessly sizing the stranger up. “Didn’t see you there… what a night!” He sighs contentedly, shifting over with a slight bow to allow the other space to pass, before questioning, “What do you think of all this?”
― @nestle
His mind worked faster than his pen, and though his concentration seems focused on the page, when his indigo eyes glance up, they meet those who stared with a twinkle of curiosity and pleasure. For his was in his element here, lost and anonymous in a sea of others, with no agenda but to let his whismy wander.
Summer wine tasted sweet on his lips, and as he brushes away the last bits of pastry crumb from his cheek, the blue and white stallion stretched and carefully tucked his journal away. For now, he needed more, to feel the press of warm bodies against his, lost in the shuffle of movement. He blends easily into the crowd, letting the music take him where it would guide him, an easy smile crossing his face as he murmurs greetings to the strangers who pass. This continues for some time, until the energy of the dancing leaves him breathless and tired, and as he turns from the business of the crowd, he stumbles into another.
“My apologies.” He smiles with a boyish charm, playful and carefree, his gaze shamelessly sizing the stranger up. “Didn’t see you there… what a night!” He sighs contentedly, shifting over with a slight bow to allow the other space to pass, before questioning, “What do you think of all this?”
― @nestle
