The acceptance of her proposal makes Black Swan smile, an edge of satisfaction in it.
There are many players on this stage of Penacony right now, but none are more special than Acheron. Black Swan knows it even as she knows nothing of what lays inside that head; she's going off of instinct, off of the story she's pieced together, off of the aura of power that surrounds the apparent Ranger. She's been following her trail for some time now, a wandering path all over the cosmos.
As the music shifts to the slow start of a tango, Black Swan's smile deepens.
"A bold dance. Do you know it?" she asks, even as the answer is evident, even as they begin to move together with confident steps. "Does the life of a Ranger often give you the opportunity to dance, or am I special?"
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There are many players on this stage of Penacony right now, but none are more special than Acheron. Black Swan knows it even as she knows nothing of what lays inside that head; she's going off of instinct, off of the story she's pieced together, off of the aura of power that surrounds the apparent Ranger. She's been following her trail for some time now, a wandering path all over the cosmos.
As the music shifts to the slow start of a tango, Black Swan's smile deepens.
"A bold dance. Do you know it?" she asks, even as the answer is evident, even as they begin to move together with confident steps. "Does the life of a Ranger often give you the opportunity to dance, or am I special?"