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ll around them, there is fevered energy and life. It thrums between bodies, real and flourishing, pulsing with a character that draws him in even as it pushes her away. Contrasts kept life interesting, the same way that two could stare at the sky – one seeing hope and one seeing only infinite vastness. "What do you see?” And the artist’s heart in him yearns to know, what the girl with ruby eyes would know about this place. For he longed to hear her observations, the rest of the world around them forgotten as the storyteller focuses on Danaê alone.C
uriosity nags at the stallion as he steps away from the bustle of the crowd, finding a place just on the outside of the circle. Here, he is close enough to feel the heat of the fire, but far enough that quiet night sounds break through the din. Just beyond the trees, he can sense the eyes which watch, bright and hungry. They do not frighten Nightwish, but instead keep him sharp and aware. Knowing his surroundings and making sense of their secrets had fed fodder to the storyteller, the plotline around him building with every sideways glance or murmured word. So he does not miss the edge to Danaê’s whisper, even as his eyebrow cocks in inquisitive surprise. "L
ook there…” He points to the shadows, where lovers steal kisses by the firelight, oblivious to those who watched, with eyes for only one another. "It seems he found his courage… she’s been making eyes in his direction all night…” He’d watched, merely as an observer of human behavior, curious to see how their story would play out. And now, he smiles before turning away, leaving the couple to their privacy and focusing back on his present company.T
he unicorn mare was beautiful, if not a bit cold and aloof. It didn’t bother him though, as he falls into an easy quiet beside her, letting the world around them carry on for a while before resuming his small talk. "I am Nightwish – and you? Are you from here?” Nightwish
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