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"A wanderer isn't always lost."
Shortly after being trapped within a large open space with so many people and strangers, it was inevitable for Deniel to give himself some alone time and a break. Not only that, but his pet dragon had been trapped inside of his back collar for a long period of time, and was in dire need of fresh air. So around half an hour into the Ball, Deniel excused himself away from the grand room and on to one of the balconies. Pulling off his small stunt that involved Raven was definitely a nice way to start everything off, and he suspected it caught the attention of a lot of her members, but he'd rather not die or be punished from such a daring move. Sooner or later he planned to apologize, though.
On the balcony, Deniel could get a grasp of the fresh cool air of the night wind, without the heat of the building or everyone gathering together. And wearing such a thick black suit didn't necessarily help him to cool off while inside of it. He coat was already opened up, and the first button at his neck had been opened as well, so there wasn't much he could do. As he exited and placed both of his palms out of the balcony, he felt something stir about at the back of his neck. His seven inch pet dragon scurried right out of his collar, straight on his shoulder go grasp at the fresh night air, and even gagging several times. "Ahhh...it's stuffy in there!" Deniel couldn't help but smirk at his dragon, as he gazed all the way down to the land below, and up into the night sky filled with stars. It was a wonderful night, and there was plenty to enjoy from merely the view. A brief gust blew straight through his hair, readjusting his position for it shifted back to its initial position. "Beautiful view, Nidhogg."
The two of them enjoyed the view in their sweet solitude. They planned not to stay there forever, eventually returning to everyone else and perhaps meeting new people, but they always needed their alone time. Little did they know it wouldn't last long.
On the balcony, Deniel could get a grasp of the fresh cool air of the night wind, without the heat of the building or everyone gathering together. And wearing such a thick black suit didn't necessarily help him to cool off while inside of it. He coat was already opened up, and the first button at his neck had been opened as well, so there wasn't much he could do. As he exited and placed both of his palms out of the balcony, he felt something stir about at the back of his neck. His seven inch pet dragon scurried right out of his collar, straight on his shoulder go grasp at the fresh night air, and even gagging several times. "Ahhh...it's stuffy in there!" Deniel couldn't help but smirk at his dragon, as he gazed all the way down to the land below, and up into the night sky filled with stars. It was a wonderful night, and there was plenty to enjoy from merely the view. A brief gust blew straight through his hair, readjusting his position for it shifted back to its initial position. "Beautiful view, Nidhogg."
The two of them enjoyed the view in their sweet solitude. They planned not to stay there forever, eventually returning to everyone else and perhaps meeting new people, but they always needed their alone time. Little did they know it wouldn't last long.
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