What Not to Do (Kallisti)

[Seven]

Her excitement was infectious, but Seven never needed coaxing to the warmth of fireside revelries. He joined freely on his own, and the hum of his laughter was lifted by Visha’s exaltations. “Devilish imps and blue hair? I must simply watch this movie, it seems.” By then, their star had descended from his mountains to walk among the common people. He was presently entertaining two young women, but was still still many tables away. The hair danced with little flickering runes that turned the tips blue. “I didn’t even know you could do anything like what he did. Fascinating,” he added with a thoughtful nod.

Visha’s question tugged the corners of his mouth into a smile.

“Well we can stay and have another drink. We can order some food. We could wait for some private entertainment. Or if you want, I will happily do my best to engage you in stimulating and whimsical conversation,” he attempted* to slip a hand through hers with the gesture that he might kiss the knuckles of her glove.





((*Didn't want to mode in case she retracts her hand from the attempt.))