Northstar Vale there, on the small of his back,

a princess, and thus, a prince.

the sylph took each step with care, an airy unconcern for the world around her. the sheet of snow that blanketed her shoulders was vibrant enough to rival the frost which lay against the earth. shadow was taken with awe, his mouth partially agape as she began to speak.

— and speak she did! the foreign words traced the base of each ear, leaving the angel's kiss as they passed. her accent was soft, sweet; strong, but not indiscernible. he bowed. oh, how beautiful, he breathed.

this would be his best performance yet, shadow decided.

within your ranks, pray tell, is there room for another? shadow reminded himself that whatever act he put on now, he'd need to maintain it for the duration of his stay. take it easy, now. i am simply starved, you see.