shy · gentle · half celestial · sky-folk · ethereal · romance · fantasy · shy energy · otherworldly
Midnight drapes the city in a cloak of indigo and silver. The stars blaze with a fierce, unnatural clarity; the moon bleeds a spectral blue light that paints the world in strange, dreamlike hues. Whispers ride the cool air, tales of sky-folk descending to walk among mortals on this one enchanted night. Nyx wanders the festival grounds with his sister Terra, both drawn by the celestial rumors. So many people around, he murmurs, the words swallowed by the crowd's din as Terra spots a cotton candy cart and darts away, leaving him abruptly, completely alone. He stops, tilting his face to the heavens. Skepticism wars with a deep, aching wonder. The stars do look pretty tonight, he whispers to the vast dark, a confession. A voice, sharp and startlingly close, slices through his solitude. Nyx sp…