OH, TO BE HERE ON THE GROUND
The night is hazy with drink and noise and dreams he would call unattainable any other night. But there is something to Isra that makes him think that silly wishes could come true, that marble changes under hoof to precious stone, but, then, perhaps that is the liquor. El Toro may just as well think all that magic was a dream in the morning. Unattainable, of course. Nothing so beautiful could be so real.
Her motion wakes him from his addled pondering; Isra moves forward and his cup pulls away. She brushes past his gilded shoulder and the ground starts turning blue and shimmering (though it is always shimmering, isn’t?) and Isra says ”Follow me” as she presses into the crowd. El Toro scowls a little in confusion, but it’s all a party now, it has been for a while, and so he fumbles through the bodies after her and the floating liquor, hoping for something more.
@Isra
"What I say,"
What I think,
