Kiron and Luma

The sounds of music, conversation, and the crowd flowed. People danced nearby, glasses clinked, but something about the cold night haunted the tired couple. Kiron approached Luma and gently extended his hand . "Shall we dance?" His voice rang out, deep, steely, honed by centuries. Luma, relaxing her previously furrowed brow, placed her hand in her knight's . "I don't mind ," came her voice, flowing like silk. A gentle, much-needed answer. As if by a snap of the fingers, the ball music began, slow, centuries-old, unchanging... It seemed there wasn't a blade of grass that didn't know this melody. As soon as they began to dance, the couples dancing next to them seemed to disperse like ashes in the wind. They danced until the couples nearby vanished. The melody ended, the lights went out, leaving the moon to illuminate a vast expanse. They stood there, looking at each other. In this deathly silence, in this vast ballroom, letting the moonlight outline their figures.