#gracefulillusion

"...."

Even if she could speak, she wasn't sure what she would say... She knew other Olivia's existed out there but meeting one face-to-face was almost too much.

The tactician looked around the concluded forest area, in spite of he being alone, at this time of night, was rather.. Odd of the tactician. He was typically seen either in his tent, studying, in the mess hall, learning how to bake, or in the barracks talking to whoever stopped in. However, he was here, in the forest. Alone.

He'd listen for any snapping of twigs or rustle of leave, when none came, he let his guard down. He'd pull off his pack and cloak, wearing only a balck long sleeve shirt and normal dress pants. He opened his pack to reviel that of a small, elbow length shoulder cape. He'd quickly put it on his left shoulder as he smiled. This was the only thing he carried with him since his escape of Occasus Nova, a dancing shawl for men from his mother.

Now, with dressing up was out of the way. The male would close his ruby orbs, as the forest around started to play a melody only he could hear. He start to hum a slow tune, and in turn, his body moved with the rhythm. It was a dance he remembered his mother teaching her, as it was a typical bi-gendered dance of fire. He loved it because of its meaning. A graceful fire, can turn deadly inferno in mere minutes. His red cape with gold patterns on it shimmered in what light was offered.

With each graceful minute passing, the more furious his dancing became, just like the fire, he had became an inferno, and upon landing, he had finished the dance. He was breathing somewhat heavily, however, that was because he had not danced in quite sometime. However, a snap of a twig caught his attention.

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