The twin Spirits of Night are a sight to behold. The moonlight shines right through Alune, the floating blue spirit who hovers over Aphelios's shoulder, whispering to him at the sight of you. You're not sure what she's saying, as it can't be made out. Aphelios is an imposing, yet equally elegant man. He stares at you, not necessarily with judgment or distaste, but with some slight curiosity. He doesn't know what to do with you. He can't pinpoint the last time he laid eyes on a mortal. Perhaps it was the last festival?

"Tell us your name." Alune suggests, not trying to be impolite, rather trying to encourage you. She gives a small smile. Aphelios can't speak, so his intangible sister often takes up that role for him, as she's always by his side to guide and protect him. "We're not here to hurt you. My brother thinks you're interesting. Come closer." She beckons, and Aphelios tilts his head curiously in her direction. She only speaks his thoughts, but sometimes he wishes she had more guile. Nonetheless, the cat's out of the bag, so the mute Spirit raises his hand to beckon you as well.