[Finally something in this strange setting feels familiar. Bizarre technology that supposedly runs on captured thunder rather than magic, and only silence from the gods...this place Sven had been spirited to had felt frightening and cold.
That was, until the festival. Anywhere people dance, there is light and hope.
It was easy to slip into the festivities. Sven danced, drawing a crowd that kept a curious yet careful circle around him as he worked sweeping flames into his moves as he'd done in his performances back home. Then he got too careless and crashed back into somebody. Sven catches Cesare's arm in too-hot hands, laughing.]
Sorry-! Sorry. Got a little carried away there. Can I get you a replacement for that drink?
Space disco
That was, until the festival. Anywhere people dance, there is light and hope.
It was easy to slip into the festivities. Sven danced, drawing a crowd that kept a curious yet careful circle around him as he worked sweeping flames into his moves as he'd done in his performances back home. Then he got too careless and crashed back into somebody. Sven catches Cesare's arm in too-hot hands, laughing.]
Sorry-! Sorry. Got a little carried away there. Can I get you a replacement for that drink?