[Crane clasps his hands across his stomach; raising his brows to mirror the other's language.]
You came to invite me to one of your festivals, correct?
[He looks up to observe the moon. His face shows wonder and fascination; for the moon always reflects the beauty of another but never seen in their natural light. It is perhaps the only being he feels empathy for. For he understands what it means to want to be seen as yourself.]
I would rather not be a passive observant. Let me enjoy myself a little.
[What happens if you induce mass hysteria at a festival of love? The mind wonders. Jesper is unlikely to say yes; he might even leave. He might even be afraid he'll pull something. But he always comes back and wouldn't that be nice?]
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You came to invite me to one of your festivals, correct?
[He looks up to observe the moon. His face shows wonder and fascination; for the moon always reflects the beauty of another but never seen in their natural light. It is perhaps the only being he feels empathy for. For he understands what it means to want to be seen as yourself.]
I would rather not be a passive observant. Let me enjoy myself a little.
[What happens if you induce mass hysteria at a festival of love? The mind wonders. Jesper is unlikely to say yes; he might even leave. He might even be afraid he'll pull something. But he always comes back and wouldn't that be nice?]