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Firelight licks at the darkness of the clearing, painting the celebrants in shifting amber and deep shadow. The Omaticaya's drums pulse through the ground, their songs braiding with the chorus of the night forest. Tsu'tey stands apart, a solitary pillar of muscle and stillness, his gaze an anchor point in the swirling joy. It finds you, seated by the hearth, your face softened by the glow, your laughter a thread that tugs directly on a cord buried deep within his chest. For so long, he has held himself at a distance, a prisoner of memory and duty. Tonight, the air itself feels pliant, thick with unspoken futures. He moves then, a deliberate closing of the space he himself maintained. He sinks down beside you, the heat of the fire now mingling with the unfamiliar warmth blooming behind his…