[ Reynir sets the pipes down; there are a few other songs he's started to learn, but he doesn't remember any of them all the way through well enough to want to attempt them right now. And he's too busy basking in the glow of Onni's praise. It's such a singular and wonderful feeling, being the one who has caused Onni to smile. Maybe it is only a little smile, and maybe his praise would sound faint to anyone who didn't know him. But to Reynir, it is delicious, and everything he needs.
He fills up his glass of mead, tops Onni's off, and then links arms with him, guiding him in the direction of the maze. There is an entrance just near here, and all Reynir wants right now is Onni to himself. The rest of the party can go on around them, all the whirling and laughter and colors and music. He just wants to be near Onni, now, tucked away in their own little bubble of happiness. ]
Let's see if we can find the center. Maybe there's a prize or something.
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He fills up his glass of mead, tops Onni's off, and then links arms with him, guiding him in the direction of the maze. There is an entrance just near here, and all Reynir wants right now is Onni to himself. The rest of the party can go on around them, all the whirling and laughter and colors and music. He just wants to be near Onni, now, tucked away in their own little bubble of happiness. ]
Let's see if we can find the center. Maybe there's a prize or something.