"You are breathtaking in tonight's dress, Castorice," she remarked once close enough to be heard, a faint flush to her cheeks. Her eyes fell on the other woman's fair face after an admiring look-over. She bowed, lightly.

"If you're still willing to take my hand, when you're ready, I would be honored to be your first dance."

By the time she learned the pattern of explosions and silence, her eyes drifted away from the sky and down to the people gathered to watch. Human, human, human: it was interesting to be among them nearly at their level, but none were worth her time individually. It took her walking a short distance and witnessing those hanging back from the crowd before she found someone worth a second look.

And a second look she gave. Gently illuminated by the glow of the boardwalk's lights, a woman that stood out like a lily among weeds gazed up at the show above. Insight felt a draw to her immediately, striding over with a curiosity that she couldn't easily satisfy by peering into her soul. Three explosions burst above while she did, and that gave her a predictable window of relative quiet to speak.

"My my, I wondered why I had been pulled into this reality so soon after arriving in Arcaea," she began, a gloved hand over the tie on her chest. "But gazing upon you, I understand."

With one eye closed playfully, she curtsied, then held out her hand, palm-up.

"It simply must have been to meet you."

In a dazzling array of colors, a new round of fireworks surged into the night sky.

She'll be dropped!

For this first proper date as themselves, Insight dressed down (or up, by anyone else's metrics) in the blue silk dress given to her by Cecil. A pearl necklace rested upon her bare collarbones rather than a tight necktie. She hadn't made any effort to draw attention to this.

"There is a restaurant with a pleasant starry sky and easy privacy; an observatory to watch what they call true stars here; and a place called the Projectorium... where, if you wish, you could see a bit of the world that created me."

She said it peculiarly, both in wording and in tone.

"But even the novelty of being up here with you is refreshing to me." Her hand, now encased in a white glove, extended in a clear offering to hold hands. "Thank you for accepting the invitation."

"Someone's popular, I see." If the small herd of animals gathering around her were any indication. It wasn't often he saw so many forest creatures drawn to a single person, but it could only ever be a good sign. "--Apologies, I hope I'm not disturbing."

Lacrymira had both elbows on the table, one hand propping up her chin and the other resting on the wood. Her body formed a lightning bolt, angled sharply forward above, with her feet crossed at the ankle and tucked under her chair. Beside her was a large black coffee, medium roast, in a cute paper cup.

"Whether it's an additional chapter or a new work, I would be thrilled to hear about it," she expressed, her eyes focused fondly on the woman across from her. There were other people currently in the coffee shop, but she willfully only had eyes for one.

Reserved for you!

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