Dion follows suit and pushes his mask up into his hair.
"As you like, then." He cannot deny that the festivities are charming, or that he does not feel a sort of kinship with the lights glowing about the dark. And that it is in fact rather pleasant to enjoy them publicly with one he cares for.
Dion holds out his hand and conjures a ball of light- not the steady, white glow of the Sylphs, but with the mix of soft yellow and blue that makes up Bahamut's more innate aspect. He floats it over to Joshua with a faint smile.
"How appropriate for the season that with it, I regain my own light."
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"As you like, then." He cannot deny that the festivities are charming, or that he does not feel a sort of kinship with the lights glowing about the dark. And that it is in fact rather pleasant to enjoy them publicly with one he cares for.
Dion holds out his hand and conjures a ball of light- not the steady, white glow of the Sylphs, but with the mix of soft yellow and blue that makes up Bahamut's more innate aspect. He floats it over to Joshua with a faint smile.
"How appropriate for the season that with it, I regain my own light."