The magicians’ festivities didn’t resemble the traditional light night celebration of Rumbach at all. Whereas dapps at home would gather at the village square, listen to the mayor’s speech and have dinner with the family, the witches and warlocks sang and danced around the Star Square, incessant and cheerfully. Their voices floated through the night, each unique and beautiful; their graceful movements were of such fierce spiritedness as if their hearts wanted to leap out of their chests.

            “Free souls of air and fire tied to flesh and blood and earth and water. Alas that chains should ever bind such hearts!” Titania said softly as she watched the dancers.

            Alrun chuckled. “That’s what your people used to say about ours, isn’t it?“  

            Titania smiled affectionately. “The elves used to say it – those who were ever free, minds ever commanding their bodies – and we nightelves still say so. Your wild spirits may struggle with ephemeral and weak bodies, but you make it a feast for eyes and ears to watch you coping.”
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Letzte Einträge: I know where you sleep., Connection in an isolating age


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