Blacktail Deer Plateau When the world turns ugly I just turn and look at you

Dante listened as she told her story, his mood lightening as she spoke of fay creatures who sang in the night. It sounded as the sirens of myth, but those were creatures with malign purpose, and he liked to think that these spirits were of the benign sort. "Perhaps I have prevented you from having the adventure of a lifetime. What a terrible thing for me to do." He sighed theatrically. "Perhaps if you hurry you can catch them!"

Her question was expected, but he didn't have the flair for storytelling that she did. "I suppose the creatures visited dreams on me, though of the less kindly sort. So I came out here to look to the stars." He looked up to where Pegasus rode overhead. "I think they knew that I am far too much a homebody for such adventures, so decided to taunt me instead."