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.