If you feel like night is falling
His attention is reclaimed swiftly and fully to the flame of Melita dancing around his hand, so he doesn't much notice if Sohalia does or does not respond. The wild wheel of their motions rapidly spins out and around the pit, little more than some drunken moths. Though, he's not drunk, hasn't been much at all lately, not since her really.
Struck by new inspiration, and becoming more winded than he'd like to admit given all the fitness he thought he had, he slows into the sand. "Okay," he declares, smile a playful gleam across his features as he offers his two hands out for her. "Grab my hands and let's spin reeeeeally fast," he suggests it like a dare, figuring she won't back down from much, least of all challenge. "We lean back and spin the same direction. Who knows, maybe we get fast enough we'll make a sad tornado." It's rather unfortunate he's no wind magic at his beck and call just for the shits and giggles of it, although surely the nearby partiers are in preference of it.
Struck by new inspiration, and becoming more winded than he'd like to admit given all the fitness he thought he had, he slows into the sand. "Okay," he declares, smile a playful gleam across his features as he offers his two hands out for her. "Grab my hands and let's spin reeeeeally fast," he suggests it like a dare, figuring she won't back down from much, least of all challenge. "We lean back and spin the same direction. Who knows, maybe we get fast enough we'll make a sad tornado." It's rather unfortunate he's no wind magic at his beck and call just for the shits and giggles of it, although surely the nearby partiers are in preference of it.
Iskra
I wanna be the one you're calling
