Azriel walked alone through the streets of Velaris, watching the beauty of Starfall unfold above him; spirits streaking across the sky like shooting stars, illuminating everything. He'd dropped down from the House of Wind for a bit; everyone there was drinking, dancing, and happy; he wouldn't be missed for a while. Azriel wanted a moment by himself to soak in the beauty of the city's Starfall celebration before rejoining his brothers.

He weaved through the crowds of dancing people, keeping his wings tucked tight to his body, bobbing his head subtly to the slow beat of the drums that echoed through the city. He loved the city on Starfall, loved the vitality of it; the romance—

Shadows pulled at Azriel’s attention, agitated by something. No, not agitated. Interested. He allowed his shadows to lead the way, following them into one of the uptown neighborhoods, though they seemed to be eluded by whatever they were chasing.

Azriel catches up in time to take in the sight of someone rounding a corner. A soul, bright and glittering, collides with the roof of a building between them and they both look up. Their eyes meet for the briefest of moments and the starlight illuminates the stranger's eyes. It’s hardly a second before they disregard him and continue on their way. Azriel, however, is rooted to the spot. He feels something inside him - something new. A flame that he wants to feed.

Azriel’s shadows thrash in agitation. ‘Follow!’ They seem to insist. Rolling his eyes at his shadows’ impatience, Azriel picks up the pace, following the stranger.