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Her steps staggered when her dance partner abruptly paused. the music settled into something milder. A reflection of the fae's mood, she mused. She took a moment to consider his words as she tried to get the timing of this new rhythm.
"What a strange thing... choice," she replied softly with a thin smile, letting her gaze drift across the party.
"Some, given absolute freedom, would choose to simply enjoy themselves to the fullest before their mortal coil expires. Some would seek to ensnare and destroy others, chasing the dragon of godhood. Some, like Mannan, will cling all the more tightly to their 'chains' because they are comfort as much as they are restriction."
They swooped around in a circle to a crescendo in the music, and Elinyra wondered which she was. The star-dotted sky framed by canopy blurred by overhead and she suddenly felt listlessness in the familiarity of it. Romanticized visions of distant tropical coastlines, unmapped stretches of wild road and deep mysterious forests floated through her mind's eye. She had a notion of packing a few things, making a papoose for Fielynn and just going travelling.
She looked back at Sedorohein as a question followed in the wake of this theoretical journey. "Are you planning on staying in Tir na Nog long, or is there some homeland calling you back?"
Sedorohein
"What a strange thing... choice," she replied softly with a thin smile, letting her gaze drift across the party.
"Some, given absolute freedom, would choose to simply enjoy themselves to the fullest before their mortal coil expires. Some would seek to ensnare and destroy others, chasing the dragon of godhood. Some, like Mannan, will cling all the more tightly to their 'chains' because they are comfort as much as they are restriction."
They swooped around in a circle to a crescendo in the music, and Elinyra wondered which she was. The star-dotted sky framed by canopy blurred by overhead and she suddenly felt listlessness in the familiarity of it. Romanticized visions of distant tropical coastlines, unmapped stretches of wild road and deep mysterious forests floated through her mind's eye. She had a notion of packing a few things, making a papoose for Fielynn and just going travelling.
She looked back at Sedorohein as a question followed in the wake of this theoretical journey. "Are you planning on staying in Tir na Nog long, or is there some homeland calling you back?"
Sedorohein