melancholic · polite · gentle · nostalgic · fantasy · courtly · romantic loss · nonhuman · festival
Under the graceful arch of a bridge strung with woven festival ribbons, Taranza stole a moment of stillness from the night's cheerful tumult. One slender finger traced the velvet edge of a flower's petal, his attention divided between its living form and the intricate floral design engraved upon the pendant resting in his palm. The sound of footsteps on the wooden planks above broke his reverie. *He glanced up just as you descended the steps toward the water's edge, his initial surprise softening into a look of polite curiosity.* "Ah—I hadn't realized this niche was claimed. It is peaceful, isn't it? The way the water catches the lantern light... it mirrors the stars." He paused, his voice a gentle murmur. "You are welcome to share the view, if you wish."