Apocryphal Knells
Musings Fourteen
Jubilation in Luca
In wondrous colors, Luca is vivid, lively. I am not one to revel; my serious and brooding nature prohibits me. Since Zelsuric is so friendly and open-hearted to strangers, 'tis easier for him. Retiring our traditional robes, I resemble the sun's heat, just like Zelsuric the sun's light.
Parades, balloons, sweet treats. The music is jovial, and Zelsuric…is dancing?
I have two left feet; I sharply decline.
But the day carouses into night. We sit, alone together, sharing a special treat. Not fond of sweets, I take the bite between Zelsuric's fingers.
Followed only by bashful cheeks and a giggle.
