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Bathed in the pale silver of the moonlight, she seemed to glow. The light threaded through her silver mane, highlighting its texture. It brushed her delicate features – the gentle slope of her nose, the curve of her cheekbone – and emphasized the kindness that shone in her eyes. He was drawn to it, a moth to a flame.

"Fleur," she said, her name a soft whisper that danced across her lips and tickled his ears.

A smile bloomed on his own face as she invited him to stroll. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm of anticipation. He nodded, perhaps a little too quickly. "I would love to walk with you," he said, his voice betraying his eagerness to know the silver-haired girl better.

She then asked him how he had come to be there. Where to even begin? His exasperating older brother? The soul-numbing border patrols? Or the simple need for adventure? His brow furrowed briefly."Well, it's a long story... but the short version is I live in the Badlands under my brother's rule, and I needed a break from his bossy commands." He chuckled, a genuine sound despite the mild complaint. He and his brother were close, had been since he was a foal. His brother had been there after Siobhan had disappeared, and had always been his anchor in times of need.

"But my brother isn't bad... and neither is the Badlands. It was just... a perfect time for a late-night swim." He turned his glacial blue eyes to meet her alluring gaze. "Would you be interested in a swim? W-with me?" he asked, a gentle tilt to his head. He knew he had just emerged from the ocean, but a swim with her, bathed in moonlight, felt...perfect.