Alpine Lake the stars shine for you, only you

“You felt right,” The empyrean murmurs with unbridled affection at her statement. He might have been a bit disoriented, a bit groggy when he first awoke but this is worth it. And then Aerlinn dances, sending ripples through the starry reflection upon the lake’s surface as she moved in and out of the celestial body of water to nip at his heels. He does not join her but he does not call for a cease either. He would sooner watch her enjoy herself, and her playing brings forth a fond chuckle that rumbles in his throat, pressing past his lips. Mato watches with a bright gaze as Seabreeze exhausts herself out and flops to the sand and in the time it takes for him to blink her buoyancy is gone. “I think no less of you, if that is what you fear,” He means to assure her as he stretches out upon the cool sands, so that he lays by her side in a sphinx like position, his gaze focuses back upon her when he is comfortable. “You have the right to be whom ever you want to be. If you want to play, then play. Tindómë will not be a prison.” Everyone is different and that is what makes them so unique; it is what makes the new souls he meet so fascinating!