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he storyteller is drawn to everything around him. He wants to know all there is to know, to see all there is to see. So where Danae can look at their world and see something which others cannot, or care not to notice, Nightwish sees what others see, but fail to pay attention to details on. They are not so unlike in this regard, though as he stands beside the unicorn, the male is struck by the ways they are different. “She can have him tonight, however she wants him… whether for a minute, an hour, a night. They can flicker as a quick burst of passion, or enjoy a slow burn. It is hers to decide…” for the male was captivated, a feeling he understood all too well – for Nightwish fell a little bit in love with every girl he met. There was just something about their sparkle, the way they smelled like summer rain, the way the light hit their curves. A romantic at heart, he cannot help but sigh as he muses over the thought."Danae.” He lets her name swirl on his tongue, exotic and beautiful, attention returning to only her as the rest of their surroundings seemed to fade to a slow din. He focuses on her words, as if clinging to her every suggestion, drawing them all in with active listening. I can smell the mountains on your skin… where are you from? He chuckles at her question, for it did not have a simple answer. And, in his artist’s flair, words become images as he paints his world for Danae.
“Your people would call me a vagabond, a nomad, though for now I find Denocte to my liking. I haven’t been here long…” He eases into a simple gait, gesturing for her to walk beside him. “Before this place, I was in a world of endless winter. It was said that the land was cursed by the gods, with the sun shining brightly but never melting the snow. For a thousand years, the curse would shroud the world in ice and winter, relentless and without respite. I wandered there, across the arctic tundra, kept warm by firelight and stories of times past – before the gods saw fit to curse that world.”
He paused for effect, turning to gaze upon her with a sparkle of adventure in his eye. "Would you believe it if I told you I ended up here, in ways which cannot be explained? If I simply fell asleep in one world, and woke up in the next – finding only a door in a dream, opening it to find myself in a castle with a thousand different doors, each leading to another world? That door led me to the castle, down the winding path, to an island… and then to Caligo’s mountains.”
It was as fantastical as any story he could spin… and yet, strangely, it was the truth (truly, sometimes stranger than fiction).
Nightwish
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