[All around him, both monsters and witches alike delight in muted festivities beneath the aurora. Dimitri has, as the night progressed, taken to watching bonded pairs, families, and solitary observers with comparable awe.
He appreciates the ease with which these people mingle. It's not a lonely feeling... rather, a hopeful one.
A group of children weave through the street, catching cometflies in glass jars. It's quite a collected, corked and stored any way the kids could manage to carry them. A few clatter to the ground, forgotten in the exhilaration of their game, he supposes.
Without thinking, he bends to pick one up - a small red glow waxing and waning calmly inside.
He approaches the first lone child he sees and offers the trinket forward with a smile he hopes is as friendly as he intends.] It seems some of your friends have started a collection...
. leslie
He appreciates the ease with which these people mingle. It's not a lonely feeling... rather, a hopeful one.
A group of children weave through the street, catching cometflies in glass jars. It's quite a collected, corked and stored any way the kids could manage to carry them. A few clatter to the ground, forgotten in the exhilaration of their game, he supposes.
Without thinking, he bends to pick one up - a small red glow waxing and waning calmly inside.
He approaches the first lone child he sees and offers the trinket forward with a smile he hopes is as friendly as he intends.] It seems some of your friends have started a collection...
Would you like one?