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“I think the way to drive progress for mankind would probably to listen better, to listen more, to listen with humility. And, working with our understanding of ourselves, improving that and bringing in all the things that we don’t know and acknowledging how much we don’t know.”

All these bands and not a single one of them could hold a knot to Hyrsam's performability, his charismability, his uniquability, and his talentability. There was the unsubtle clop of hooves that were decked out in the sort of gems that these lycans could never afford, his satyr entourage in their best Valentine's Day outfits were dressed in synchronous style. Music filtered over the speakers and in a canonically accurate open-chested red velvet suit, Hyrsam took to the stage, actively avoiding eye contact with Caio as he did.

"If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says 15 miles to the… Love Shack! Love Shack yeah." "I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, Lookin' for the love getaway Heading for the love getaway, love getaway," "I got me a car, it's as big as a whale And we're headin' on down To the Love Shack I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20 So hurry up and bring your jukebox money."

"The Love Shack is a little old place Where we can get together Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee. Love baby, that's where it's at, Ooo love baby, that's where it's at Sign says. Woo… stay away fools, 'Cause love rules at the Lo-o-ove Shack! Well it's set way back in the middle of a field, Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back."

"Glitter on the mattress Glitter on the highway Glitter on the front porch Glitter on the hallway."

"The Love Shack is a little old place Where we can get together Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby! Love Shack, that's where it's at! Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', Wearin' next to nothing Cause it's hot as an oven The whole shack shimmies! The whole shack shimmies when everybody's Movin' around and around and around and around!"

"Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby! Folks linin' up outside just to get down Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby Funky little shack! Funk-y little shack!" "Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder baby! Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you Bang bang on the door baby Bang bang on the door Bang bang on the door baby Bang bang."

"You're what?… Tin roof, rusted! Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love baby, that's where it's at Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love baby, that's where it's at."

Elmas operated the lighting and special effects seamlessly as fireworks dazzled the night sky over Lupercalia, an eruption of synchronous lasers that she'd been assigned the day before and somehow had pulled together with less than twenty-four hours notice. Naturally, Hyrsam was a star, and as he stepped out stage to his adoring fans, a new entourage of fresh satyrs were there snapping photos of him and begging for his autograph.

"They love me, they love me, I know I can't help it." Hyrsam said as he attempted to settle the crowd of adoring satyrs and mortals alike that had begun to gather.

As Hyrsam clopped his way off of the stage, Boranehn waited. There was always fanfare that he simply stood there for until it was over. He was used to it so much that it didn't bother him. Nor would it ever. Again, he would most likely be questioned about it and he'd most likely end up confusing whoever he was speaking to enough that they wouldn't even bother wanting an answer any longer. Thankfully, that thought did not stay in his head much longer as Hyrsam nearly passed by him. He tilted his head away from the crowd as he spoke. "When do I get you to myself today?"

Boranhen pulled him in and Hyrsam made short work of slipping between the wyvern's thighs, a hand on either side of the other's waist to pull him closer as he did. What had Hyrsam been saying again? Oberon and Titania? He couldn't quite recall now but there was a story for later that Hyrsam would settle on the backburner until they had a moment to breathe again. "You're right, I need another demonstration," the first thousand times wasn't enough, Hyrsam was going to need more proof.

Leg hooking around Hyrsam's, he flipped them until the archsatyr was on his back. The last thing he ever needed was for the other to think that they would be in any position where Boranehn wasn't on top. The wyvern would never hear the end of it. "Another demonstration could very well mean anything to you. We still have some time before your birthday, mayor." He pressed his lips to Hyrsam's own again to stop a response before it could begin. If there was one thing to know about the archsatyr, it was that he could talk for hours on end about everything and nothing at all. They could've been spending their time doing literally anything else. And he really had to get Hyrsam's mind off of Titania, Oberon and that damn microphone.

"Oh? So I'm one of your boring visits then?" Felandaris placed his free hand over his chest as if he'd been wounded in some way. "I'll have to come up with ideas on how I can make myself more interesting to you: perhaps I'll start a civil war or burn this city to the ground." Two of those things had already happened, he was too old for fresh material at this point. Maybe Boranehn was right, maybe Felandaris really was boring. "But you're right, my dad was quite eventful, I put holes into the bodies of seventeen different people: my books were completely full. Soon I'll have built enough of a following to open up my own chain of piercing studios, all that and I still have my trials to return to at Court: my guild and I have been working on something quite exciting - would you like to see it?"

"Oh, I would never call you boring. You are merely just a part of my daily schedule." If he were to pick three people to visit within his day, the choices would have been obvious. First would probably always be Hyrsam. Then came Felandaris. After that was whoever he had been transferred over to be at the side of. Right now, that person was Nyloth. He would never call any of them boring though. They were just...a normal part of his day. "Do not let that stop you from starting a civil war or burning the city to the ground though. These cretins don't deserve our presence." He'd make sure to give the proper parties a warning beforehand. A smile lifted onto his face at the mention of one of the architect's creations. "As much as you love my word play, I do so love your creations."

"I do so enjoy your riddles, as proficient as you are with a sword you're even better with your tongue." That wasn't much of a riddle, but he sank towards the other again, a small amount of pressure to lay the revenant back down on his back before Hyrsam slipped between the revenant's thighs. Insatiable really, they'd just finished but were still only just getting started: such was the way of dragons and satyrs though he supposed. Was that a lie? Hyrsam could scarcely tell anymore. "Old Bill based Midsummer Night's Dream off of me you know, he was so fascinated by my charisma and notable antics that he based the entire work off of a small portion of my life. Titania and Oberon, the wedded bliss that never was." Imagine if Oberon had actually married her, Hyrsam thought that the world would look quite different now. Certainly hairier.

"I'll show you again how good I am with my tongue outside of riddles." They would switch positions in a moment, but he'd let Hyrsam revel in the fact that he was on top for now. "Titania and Oberon are the last thing on my mind right now, Hyrsam." Again, the archsatyr could go on and on for hours. Boranehn had to distract him somehow so he pulled the other's mouth towards his own to bring their lips together. His hand rested on the back of the aspect's neck to keep him where he was until the revenant felt like changing it up.

Should Dimetor have been here? Probably not, but he had means of getting just about anywhere. A few clops of some invisible hooves and he found his way back to Boranehn once more. Egg's death hadn't taken the toll on the wyvern that Dimetor might have expected, but for a man who occasionally dreamed of eating his own father for roast dinner - unreal - it wasn't hard to imagine why he'd struggle to grieve over the loss of a single Queen. It was a pity that Boranehn only continued to trade hands, now and then Dimetor wondered how difficult it would be to release the spirit entirely from his totem. Aladdin did it for Genie after Dimetor had told him that Will shouldn't be tethered to a lamp.

"Did you know the first cell phones were meant to be used as pleasure devices?" Dimetor said as he held up the phone and turned the camera at an angle that would better capture the revenant's shape. He preferred the other like this, well, he liked him every possible way but this one was his favourite. A quick click and now the evidence was secured on his iCloud forever. "I told Steve that they were going to be a big hit, the whole apple and Eden thing with Eve was an obvious stroke of branding genius on my part." The archsatyr tilted the phone away from his face to gaze at Boranehn without the lens between them, "You look great by the way. This is a good look for you."

Maybe mediocre was a good idea sometimes though. That was what he thought as Hyrsam went on and on about the cell phone in his hand. While they were in the middle of something that didn't really require a cell phone. Boranehn would've tried to distract him, but one thing he'd learned about the archsatyr is that it was absolutely best to let him get out what he needed to say or he'd just end up bringing it up again later to finish the story. He heard the click of the camera as he went to turn his head and he would've started speaking if Hyrsam didn't continue first. Every single thing that ever happened in the world, Boranehn knew that the archsatyr credited himself as the thought process behind it. It was barely a surprise to hear that he had given some idea for a cell phone to some guy named Steve. Once the other was finally done talking, the revenant let out a sigh. Then he grabbed the cell phone that he very much didn't know how to use and looked at the picture that had been taken. "Almost nothing needs to be said when you have eyes." He gave a pointed look to Hyrsam as he pulled the archsatyr back down towards him. They were surely in the middle of something. He preferred to get back to it.