there are two instincts in Sprezzatura Vaux in this moment. the first is a terrible, unkind curiosity, the manner of which would freeze her in place just to see what happens. the other puts her body through the automatic motions of casting Dancing Lights. the four gently-humming motes of light wink into existence around them, bobbing in equally gentle circles. and as is always the case, the brighter the light, the darker the shadow... but also: the shadow can never touch the light. ]
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[ his shadow
nonsense. unbelievable, improbable... but true.
there are two instincts in Sprezzatura Vaux in this moment. the first is a terrible, unkind curiosity, the manner of which would freeze her in place just to see what happens. the other puts her body through the automatic motions of casting Dancing Lights. the four gently-humming motes of light wink into existence around them, bobbing in equally gentle circles. and as is always the case, the brighter the light, the darker the shadow... but also: the shadow can never touch the light. ]